Immortal cultivators are cheap and invincible

Chapter 218 Do you want the 3rd Immortal Technique?

Standing above the finish line, Huang Mao's eyes were full of confusion.He actually reached the end?Stick to the end?

But in the next moment, Huang Mao felt that the spiritual energy that was originally full in his dantian was swept away.His consciousness was also exhausted, and in his brain, bursts of pain were like needle pricks, making his forehead twitch uncontrollably.

In the body, the bones that were originally shining with light also lost their luster at this moment.What's worse is that many bones have been broken, even if they are not broken, there are cracks on the surface.

At this moment, even with Huang Mao's will, his lips trembled slightly in pain, his figure was crooked, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Haha, haha...haha..." Even though his whole body was in extreme pain, Huang Mao suddenly burst out laughing.At this moment, he was in an unprecedentedly good mood.

When Huang Mao laughed out loud, the Yunxiao Stairs turned into nothingness from the bottom, and then turned into crystal light.

With the increase of the light, Huang Mao felt that the aura in his body was recovering rapidly, and the originally depleted dantian was filling up at an accelerated rate.And the shyness living in the dantian is even more joyful.

The whole body seemed to be soaked in hot springs, all the severe pain was transformed into comfort in an instant, the comfortable Huang Mao wanted to groan.

"He actually succeeded, he got the inheritance?" Wen Renheng asked with a gloomy expression all the time.

But at this moment, after swallowing several bottles of pills, Huyan Jueming barely suppressed his injury.He hates Wen Renheng even more.Looking at Huang Mao, his eyes were filled with endless hatred, as if Huang Mao had killed his parents and robbed his wife.

"Death! He must die! As long as he dies, the inheritance will still be mine!" Huyan Jueming roared in his heart at this moment.

At this moment, everyone's thoughts were racing.A flash of light flashed in Xie Huoyun's eyes, the Taoist partner she wanted had to be proud of everyone, be able to defeat her and convince her.But at this moment, Huang Mao's appearance suddenly became clear in her mind for some reason.

"Huang Daxian, I knew you were the best." Li Ling smiled, showing undisguised admiration and admiration in his eyes.

"Damn, damn Huang Mao." Yin Wen lowered his head and muttered to himself.

At this moment, everyone's thoughts were flooded.

As far as Huang Mao was concerned, he didn't hear a single word of what was said about him below.He closed his eyes comfortably, with enjoyment on his face.

As time goes by, that gentle and comfortable feeling fades away.Finally, Huang Mao slowly opened his eyes.But when he took a look, he found that the Yunxiao Ladder was no longer there.And he didn't stand at the end of the ladder.Around him, Chu Xian'er and the others were nowhere to be seen.

There is silence around here, looking around, this place should be a hall, and right in front of the hall, there is a graceful female fairy enshrined.

The surroundings of the main hall are very luxuriously decorated, the ground is cast with fairy stone glaze, and the walls are decorated with fairy jade. It is conceivable how gorgeous and exquisite this palace would be at the beginning.

It's a pity that under the scouring of endless years, the originally pure and graceful fairy statue has long been full of cracks.The glazed stone turned into ordinary mudstone, the fairy stone lost its aura, and the fairy jade turned into piles of powder.

Here, full of this feeling of loneliness.

"Are you here?" A voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

Huang Mao was taken aback for a moment, touched the corner of his eye, and actually shed a tear.Hearing this voice, for some reason, he felt a sense of sadness in vain.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Mao suppressed his sadness.He knew that this sudden sadness must be caused by this voice.After one's cultivation has reached a certain level, one's words and deeds, laughter, bitterness and joy can all affect others.

Fortunately, this ancient monk didn't target him specifically, otherwise, Huang Mao would never be able to suppress this sadness.

"My descendant, you have finally arrived." The voice spoke again, with a deep and vicissitudes of life, carrying an indelible sadness.Hearing it, it makes people feel that this person has an unforgettable sad thing.

Huang Mao restrained all his thoughts, trying not to lose his composure and cry.After taking a few deep breaths, Huang Maocai said, "I've met senior, may I ask if senior is Yun Xiaozi?"

"It's me, but it's not me either. I am Yun Xiaozi's soul. In order not to cut off my inheritance, I was deliberately separated and sealed until today."

"Senior, excuse me, junior, can I ask why the ancient world suddenly disappeared?"

After a long time, Huang Mao felt a fluctuation in the space of the entire palace, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe appeared in midair.His figure was somewhat illusory, but Huang Mao could still see the other person's appearance clearly.He has a handsome appearance, but his hair is gray and white, and his eyes are full of sadness that cannot be concealed.

Huang Mao knew that this person was probably Yun Xiaozi.

Yun Xiaozi moved, and after a while, he frowned and sighed: "I don't know about the shattering of the ancient world. I'm just a ray of spirit in my body, and my memory is not complete. How could I know such secret things. But even if my main body is here, I think he probably doesn't know about it. At that time, the cultivation level of the main body was not considered a peerless master. In this way, he certainly won't know much."

It's a pity for Huang Mao, he's still curious about the ancient world.This time, I managed to find someone to ask, but I didn't expect him to be very confused.

"Forget it, there is no need to mention the past. Let me ask you, I want to pass on your three forms of immortality, and let you follow my lineage, are you willing!?" In an instant, Yun Xiaozi's tone became sharp, with autumn in his sadness The sense of chill.

Huang Mao pondered for a while, even at such a moment, he still calmly said: "Excuse me, senior, what is the so-called three-style fairy art?"

"You don't know?" Yun Xiaozi was taken aback, but he didn't know that there are still people who don't know what fairy art is.Could it be that in the outside world, monks are already so lonely?

"The juniors really don't know."

"Immortal art is actually supernatural powers. There are two kinds of supernatural powers. One is innate, which is a gifted talent. It is a pity that the human race has a special body, and there are not many people with natural supernatural powers among thousands of people. The natural ones are mostly monsters. This generation is uniquely blessed.

The second is acquired practice, which is called fairy art.One day, after it is integrated into the body, it will be called supernatural powers.There are laws contained in supernatural powers, and after being thoroughly mastered, the benefits will be endless.The ancient immortals, called immortals, just mastered the powerful power of the law of heaven. "

Yun Xiaozi's words seemed to open a whole new door to Huang Mao.Xian, so this is Xian?The so-called immortals are still human beings.

It took a long time for Huang Mao to recover from the turmoil in his mind.After a while, Huang Maocai said: "Senior, what is rebellious cultivation?"

This was asked by Huang Mao on behalf of Huang Yiyuan. Huang Yiyuan had gone on the road of rebellion, and Huang Mao was always a little worried.If Yun Xiaozi knew something about it, he could point out a way for Huang Yiyuan, so that he wouldn't be blinded by himself.

"Nixiu...Nixiu..." Hearing Huang Mao's question about Nixiu, Yun Xiaozi muttered to himself, and then suddenly became agitated, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his soul fluctuated violently.

"Ah! I don't know! I don't know!! Nixiu...Neixiu...I can't say, I can't say! Ayin, where are you? Ayin!! Ayin!" Yun Xiaozi curled up in pain, The whole soul seemed a little weak.

After a long time, Yun Xiaozi finally straightened up slowly.The sadness in his eyes became more obvious, but his expression was a bit dazed, and he unconsciously said, "What did I just say?"

For a moment, Huang Mao's heart was turbulent.forget?Why do you forget?Nixiu... Why does Yun Xiaozi look like this when he mentions it.What does he obviously know, but why can't he express it clearly?

What worries Huang Mao the most is whether there are any sequelae of reverse cultivation?That period of ancient history is too far away. Huang Yiyuan chose this path back then, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Fortunately, Yun Xiaozi's expression is not very clear now, and he has not noticed the surprise in Huang Mao's heart.After a while, after Huang Mao calmed down, Yun Xiaozi still had confusion in his eyes.

"Senior didn't say anything, senior just wanted to introduce to me your three forms of immortal art."

Speaking of inheritance, Yun Xiaozi finally regained his clarity, and looked at Huang Mao with a bright light in his eyes, as if he wanted to see Huang Mao clearly.

"There are no other traces of fairy art on the body, very good. Listen carefully, my fairy art, the first form is injury. It is not to hurt people with a sharp sword. The injury of fairy art is the injury of love. Whether it is a mortal or a monk , There is love in the heart. As long as there is love, there will be injuries.

The second form is chilling, if the injury is extreme, it is loneliness, if everything is dead and silent, it is chilling!The third type of transformation, after the killing, everything will rejuvenate, and you have to achieve the freedom of switching between the two.When you are hurt, the world is full of grief, and after you are hurt, it will be spring with a dead tree.Only in this way can you thoroughly master the three forms of immortal art. "

After speaking, Yun Xiaozi turned towards the fairy stone sculpture, his spirit was incorporeal, and a tear fell from his eyes.

Yun Xiaozi was taken aback, and murmured, "Why am I crying?"

Bang, the stone sculpture suddenly shattered and scattered all over the ground.After the stone carving was shattered, a purple liquid appeared in midair.

There was a powerful aura pouring out of this liquid, as if suppressing everything, even under Xiaoyu's protection, the powerful aura still made Huang Mao feel a little uncomfortable.

The purple liquid suddenly moved and flew in front of Yun Xiaozi.Yun Xiaozi gave birth to a hand, as if stroking a lover, his fingers lightly stroked the purple liquid.

"This... This is a drop of immortal blood left by the main body. After being integrated into your body, it can help you better comprehend the three forms of immortal art. Do you want it?" Yun Xiaozi raised his head, looked at Huang Mao, and asked.