Immortal Space: Chapter 82 Moyu Linglian

  Chapter 82 Moyu Linglian

   "You hand over the storage bag first, and I will keep it for you. By the way, there is also the flying sword."

  Seeing that Wang Hong agreed to come down, the black-faced middle-aged man among the five said.

  The five people simultaneously narrowed the encirclement by a few points. Wang Hong hesitated for a while, with a look of struggle on his face, and finally chose to compromise.

Put away the flying sword, grab the flying sword with your hand, stuff it into the storage bag, and at the same time, a black pill appeared in your hand, and crushed the small pill, but the five people couldn't find that his hand was in the storage bag. Small movements in the bag.

  Wang Hong honestly threw it out, but he didn't throw it to the old man with the highest cultivation level, nor to the black-faced middle-aged man who spoke just now.

  The storage bag fell to a young man with the lowest cultivation level among the five people. The young man took the storage bag, but he didn't dare to accept it, and handed it to the old man again.

  The black-faced middle-aged man glared at Wang Hong, "Boy, don't play such useless things, just follow us honestly, and we will let you go when the time comes."

  The old man took Wang Hong's storage bag, opened the bag and scanned it with his spiritual sense.

   "Are you Qingxu Sect too poor to get rid of it?"

  In Wang Hong's storage bag, except for the high-grade flying sword that he just took out, there is nothing valuable.

   They were all odds and ends, a few first-order spiritual grasses, a piece of ore that was so poor in quality that it was embarrassing to pick it up when it fell on the ground, and a low-grade defensive magic weapon with a few cracks on it.

  The consciousness of the rest of the people also poked in through the opening of the storage bag, and then laughed in unison.

  The old man was a little confused, and searched Wang Hong's body twice with his spiritual sense, and after finding nothing suspicious, he hung Wang Hong's storage bag on his waist.

  The old man found a robe from the storage bag, and ordered Wang Hong to wear it on his body, so as not to be recognized by the monks of Qingxuzong.

   Then the five carried Wang Hong to the central area. Seeing that they were also heading in this direction, Wang Hong was relieved and there was no need to make a detour.

   They met other monks along the way, but they didn't do anything out of mutual fear.

  At night, several people found a cave to rest.

"Huh!"

  Suddenly, the old man who was sitting cross-legged in the corner let out a light snort.

  He found that a black energy appeared in his body. Although this energy was small but extremely powerful, it continuously devoured his spiritual power and corroded his flesh and blood at the same time.

  He used his spiritual power to suppress it. Although he could temporarily suppress it, the black energy devoured the spiritual power at a faster rate, and it was growing stronger all the time. Sometimes it couldn't be suppressed.

   "Senior Brother Qi, did you find anything unusual?" a colleague asked.

  When everyone heard the sound, they also hurriedly asked.

   "I may be poisoned, a mass of black energy appears in my body..."

  The old man explained the situation in his body in detail.

   "Boy, is it your fault?" The black-faced middle-aged man first attacked Wang Hong, and the others also glared at him.

   "You'd better hand over the antidote, we can still keep you alive."

  "You may have misunderstood. I have nothing on me, and the storage bag is also on you. You can search carefully. I don't know how to use poison, and there is no poison or antidote in the storage bag."

  After listening to Wang Hong's reminder, the five of them remembered that the storage bag had been hanging on the old man's waist. Could it be that there were some hands and feet on the storage bag.

  Several people gathered together, carefully checked Wang Hong's storage bag several times with their spiritual sense, and dumped all the contents in the bag on the ground.

  The items in the bag were very simple, and several people checked them one by one several times, but nothing related to poison was found.

   "I guess, fellow daoist may have gotten a big chance."

   "Why did you say that, fellow Daoist Wang?" The old man asked quickly, and the rest of the people cast doubtful looks at Wang Hong.

   "Fellow Daoist, have you ever encountered a strange place or something special before?"

  Wang Hong thought to himself that they have been in the secret realm for so many days, so it is impossible that they have not encountered anything. He has been staying in the woods, and he has seen such a strange species as the hunting tree.

  The old man pondered for a moment, then nodded uncertainly.

   "I guess there is."

   "That's right, I once read in the Zongmen classics that monks in ancient times had extremely strong physical bodies, and could compete with monsters with their physical strength.

  The reason was that apart from the abundance of elixir at that time, it was also related to two types of aura, namely Xuanhuang and Huangqi.

   There are still some remnants of these two in some ancient ruins and special places in major secret realms.

  I guess fellow daoist should have obtained the mysterious energy of the two qi, the black and the yellow, by chance and coincidence. "

  Wang Hong never expected that the first time he used the knowledge he spent a lot of time learning was to fool people, this should be considered practical.

   Several people heard this, although they were still a little skeptical, they envied the disciples from these great sects. Even such a poor and miserably poor disciple could understand so much.

   "Excuse me, fellow Daoist Wang, what should I do now?" The old man spoke to Wang Hong in a much more polite tone.

   "I don't know much about it. After all, ordinary people may not encounter such an ancient thing in their lifetime." Wang Hong acted unwilling to say more at this time.

"Boy, you'd better be honest. If something happens to Senior Brother Qi, you don't want to have any good fruit to eat. I have a hundred ways to make you unable to survive or die." The black-faced middle-aged man said Sneered and threatened.

   "Junior Brother, don't be rude to Fellow Daoist Wang!"

  The old man stopped the black-faced middle-aged man, and returned Wang Hong's storage bag to him with a smile.

   "Fellow Daoist Wang, you have offended me a lot before, don't worry, just do us a little favor, and when it's done, how about we compensate you with a thousand spirit stones?"

  When Wang Hong heard the reward of a thousand spirit stones, his eyes brightened, with an expression of overjoyed.

   "Actually, while this profound energy corrodes the flesh and spiritual power, it is also purifying the physical body and spiritual power. As long as you survive it, your strength will be several times stronger.

  In ancient times, Xuan and Huang were used together. The Xuan Qi purified the body and spiritual power, while the Yellow Qi reshaped the body.

  Nowadays, it is a great opportunity to get one of the Xuanhuang Qi.

  Now there is only one kind, but if it is not dealt with properly, it is no different from gut-piercing poison. I have read the way to deal with it in an ancient book of the sect. As for the method..."

   "..."

  Wang Hong spent a lot of saliva to convince the old man that he had got a great opportunity, not poisoned.

  In fact, he still has several kinds of poisons. Only a small amount of poison refined from the pink skull pollen he collected can poison several people to death invisibly.

   There are still traces of the other types, and it will not feel good to be counterattacked by five people.

  After consideration, he felt that only this kind of chronic poison would be more cost-effective. Once a monk is poisoned, if he fights fiercely with others, it will trigger a rapid onset of toxicity.

   And unless he specially prepared the antidote, other antidote pills would be ineffective.

  Just now we gathered around and counted his storage bags. They should all be poisoned, but the severity of the poisoning is different, and the onset time is different.

  The old man had the fastest attack because he kept his storage bag hanging around his waist.

   On the second day, except for the old man who confidently followed the method taught by Wang Hong and fought against the pain of rotting bones in his body, the rest of the people did not find any abnormalities and continued on the road.

   Today, the five of them have treated him much more politely, and even the black-faced middle-aged man no longer speaks sarcasticly to him.

   They only walked for two hours before they stopped in front of a cave.

  At this moment, the five people vaguely surrounded him, as if they were afraid that he would escape.

   "Fellow Daoist Wang, please!" The old man was still smiling.

  Wang Hong walked towards the cave. The entrance of the cave is extremely hidden, and only one person can enter and exit. After walking not far, the front suddenly opened up, and the passage has become more than one foot wide.

   After walking forward for a few miles, the passage has become wider and wider, until a pool of water appeared in front of them, and the few people stopped moving forward.

  Wang Hong looked at the pool in front of him, and his heart beat faster. There was actually a third-order elixir growing here.

  I saw a Linglian plant growing in the center of the pool, a lotus pod standing upright in the center, and two dark green lotus flowers blooming beside it, one petal has begun to wither, and the other has just opened its buds.

  He studied all kinds of elixir day and night in the sect, and now he recognized it at a glance. This is a third-level elixir, Moyu Linglian.

  Mo Yuling lotus blooms for 300 years, gives fruit for 300 years, and takes 600 years from flowering to lotus seed ripening.

  Third-level black jade lotus seed, but Jindan monks will break their heads to fight for it when they see it.

  At this time, Chongbao was in front of him, and several people were breathing a little shortly, but no one stepped forward to pick it.

   Instead, he was on alert. Obviously, the pool ahead seemed calm, but there was definitely a huge danger hidden.

  Wang Hong was also on guard secretly. Suddenly, he leaped high and at the same time sacrificed the flying boat, and he was already standing on the wind boat.

  But he saw the five people below cast spells at the same time, bombarding the position where he was standing just now.

   "Fellow daoists, I have promised to help you, why do you want to attack me?"

  Although Wang Hong already knew that several people were uneasy and kind, he still wanted to gather some information.

"Wang Daoyou, you can't escape from the siege of us. I advise you to submit obediently, at least you can die quickly." The old man endured great pain at this time and tried his best to suppress the toxins in his body. cast a spell, he was almost swallowed by poison,

  At this time, he secretly adjusted his breath by talking, he didn't want his companions to see his own reality, even though he was from the same school, he hadn't reached the point of life and death.

   "Now, let me tell you the truth, it is impossible for us to let you go.

   There is a kind of poisonous insect hidden in this pool of water, which likes to eat the blood of monks. The purpose of bringing you here is to use your blood as a guide to lure the monster insects out of the pool, and then pick the elixir. "

  The old man continued to speak, and at the same time, the five of them also sacrificed two flying magic weapons and flew into the air to intercept Wang Hong.

  (end of this chapter)