novelapdf Chapter 445 Ebb Tide of Spirit Yuan
Chapter 445 Ebb Tide of Spirit Yuan
Xianlu Luocheng, the quiet room of Lu's mansion.
Patriarch Lu sat cross-legged, holding a embossed embossed jade slip of Emperor River, with a look of hesitation on his face.
This is the Baozu Guizhang that his Lu family has enshrined Jindan old monster Zhanlan for decades.
It can be guaranteed that when the Lu family's foundation building is missing, the inheritance will continue for ten years.
He was hesitating, should he use this jade slip?
After all, this jade slip is too precious.
However, the Valley of the Birth Fairy disappeared without anyone noticing, which put him under a lot of pressure.
He doesn't know, this is what the old monster passing by;
Or is the enemy seeking revenge and deliberately forcing him to mess around?
In the silence, Patriarch Lu gritted his teeth, and swept across the jade slip with his divine sense, arousing the talisman array left inside, and then threw it out with a wave of his hand.
The jade slip fled into the void with a whoosh and disappeared without a trace.
——The Bao family Guizhang is gone, and you can fight for it again, but if the family is gone, everything will stop.
"call--"
The head of the Lu family who inspired Baozu Guizhang let out a sigh of relief. He had no worries, and his rationality gradually gained the upper hand.
He began to think, what should he do if the enemy comes here seeking revenge?
Judging from the long-lasting high temperature in the Valley of the Birth Fairy, this person should be very good at the magical power of fire, and it is easy to deal with this.
"Dong dong dong..."
While wandering in thoughts, there was a knock on the door from outside the house.
Patriarch Lu's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.
Amidst a burst of confusion, he asked in a low voice, "Who?"
A laughing voice came: "If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Why is your voice trembling like this?"
"Squeak-"
The door opened wide, and a Taoist in Tsing Yi stepped in.
Patriarch Lu stared intently at Mo Chuan's face, carefully sifted out the aura emanating from his body, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Dare to ask about the number of friends? Is there something wrong with the poor?"
Mo Chuan shook his head and said, "You didn't offend Pindao, you just happened to offend Pindao's Taoism."
Patriarch Lu was stunned, the Fire Bead that had been prepared earlier suddenly emerged, hung above his head, spinning endlessly.
The magic circle that filled the quiet room was even more dazzling, and it was about to bombard and kill the people who came.
Unexpectedly, just as the quiet room magic circle was lit up, Patriarch Lu's face froze suddenly.
An unimaginable terrifying aura came from Mo Chuan's body, and there was the faint sound of dragons and phoenixes.
The next moment, a fiery air current ignored the Fire Bead and swept past Patriarch Lu's body.
In an instant, the flesh and blood festered, and the soul nearly collapsed.
"Senior, forgive me..."
Patriarch Lu's liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he begged for mercy in horror, but the next moment, his soul fell into Mo Chuan's hands uncontrollably, and the severe pain that tore his soul came.
What did Patriarch Lu realize?
But everything is too late.
"So this is the Earth Spirit Root?"
Mo Chuan's divine sense swept over Patriarch Lu's dilapidated body, and he was a little stunned by the still intact meridians.
"Unfortunately, even the earth spirit roots cannot guarantee that they will be able to form alchemy. To be on the safe side, we still have to look for the sky spirit roots. It is best to find more sky spirit roots and select the optimal model."
Mo Chuan murmured, and was about to turn around and leave when an incense stick faintly came.
Looking at the incense, I saw the end of the Taiyuan Tianduanmu, holding high incense in his forehand, praying reverently: "Disciple, I was born today, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seems to be weakening. Please ask the immortal Lord Mingchen to solve the confusion of this disciple. "
"Spiritual energy decay?"
Listening to Duan Muzhong's prayer, Mo Chuan frowned secretly, his figure flashed, and he escaped into the sacrificial furnace.
Then use Huangdao's spirit to comprehend carefully and go away.
It was only then that it was discovered that the spiritual energy in the Xuling Cave had not decayed, but the concentration of spiritual energy in the Kyushu Continent outside the cave had dropped a little.
This trace is extremely difficult to detect.
I'm afraid only Yuanying Jindan and his like can be keenly aware of it.
Mo Chuan, who found that what Duanmu said was true, couldn't stay any longer, and immediately fled the incense and returned to Kyushu.
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Not long after Mo Chuan left, a Jindan cultivator Zhanlan Daoist suddenly appeared. He smelled the lingering scent of meat in the quiet room and the unscathed magic circle with a dignified expression.
Master Lu is one of the best among his nominal disciples.
It is only one step away from the golden core realm.
Even if it is a golden core cultivator, it is impossible to kill him without anyone noticing.
That being the case, who is the one who killed the killer?
Full of doubts, Master Zhanlan looked around carefully, trying to find some clues, but there was no sign of struggle in the quiet room, which made him even more frightened.
After a long time, it suddenly disappeared and left.
After a stick of incense, Zhenzhen, the top card in Qunfang Pavilion, under the guidance of the disciples of the Lu family, stepped into the study of the master of Xianlu Island for the first time.
However, when she stepped into the study, she was stunned.
The head of the Lu family who had met once disappeared.
Sitting behind the desk was a white-haired old man in a blue robe.
The old man who seemed to be wearing the deep sea on his body made Zhenzhen suddenly think of the real master of this sea area of thousands of miles—Zhenlan real person.
"Did you meet Patriarch Lu yesterday?"
The familiar yet unfamiliar question made Zhenzhen stunned. When she dared to glance at the real person in Zhanlan, her cloudy eyes made her seem to see Patriarch Lu again.
——In that sinister and interrogating eyes, it is clear... throbbing is hidden.
Could it be "he" again?
……
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Mo Chuan, who returned to Huangdao, used his body to carefully identify the concentration of spiritual energy. After finding that it was the same as the subconscious awareness, his figure flashed and disappeared again.
But follow the incense and measure Kyushu.
A day later, his figure stopped at Huayin Mountain in Qingshui County.
At the foot of Huayin Mountain, the Chen family in Qukou is becoming more and more prosperous. If you look carefully, you can still see a lot of people hiding their spiritual energy. It is obvious that there are already disciples in the family who have stepped on the road of cultivation.
However, Mo Chuan didn't care about this at this time.
He felt the concentration of spiritual energy in Huayin Mountain, and his expression became more serious.
On this day, he took advantage of the incense to travel almost all over Kyushu.It was shocking to discover that the decline of spiritual energy was not a matter of one prefecture or one state, but had spread to the entire Kyushu.
It's just that the temporary attenuation is not much, and it's hard for ordinary people to notice.
In other words, even if you notice it, you don't think too much about it.
"Could it be a temporary fluctuation? It would be too ridiculous if the spiritual energy ebbed. After all, it has only been a few years since the spiritual energy recovered?"
"and many more!"
"Throughout the history of Yingzhou, there has never been a theory of the end of the Dharma. In other words, the spirit of Yingzhou has always existed. If this is the case, why does the Kyushu, which is also the eye socket of the skull, appear in the end of the Dharma?"
"In addition, since the Dharma-ending Era has appeared in Kyushu, it is very possible that there will be another ebb of the spiritual energy!"
At this point in the cycle of thoughts, Mo Chuan's scalp tingled for a while.
It's really a wave of upheaval.
Kyushu, which has just experienced the flames of war in the Taiyuan Heaven, if there is another ebb tide in the spirit yuan, I am afraid that the world will be bloody again.
"I hope it's just a temporary fluctuation!"
Mo Chuan murmured, he wanted to seek other Nascent Souls for verification, after thinking about it, he decided to wait and see for a while before talking.
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South China Sea, Huangdao.
Taoist Tiangan crossed his legs on the edge of the island, holding a purple jade bamboo fishing rod, fishing quietly.
He sniffed the "poison" spirit in the air, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that this battle has taken a lot of money!"
"Since this good show has already begun, I don't know how many people will hear the end?"
"Ming Chen, who is also cultivating Lingyuan Dao, but never abandons Yuan Qi, his Dao heart is as firm as a rock, will it be a big trouble in the future?"
"It seems that this big show needs to invite him to open."
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Yaoyun Mountain, Lingjing Pavilion.
The once glorious Taoist temple has become more and more desolate, and the buildings that have lost their popularity have even begun to collapse in large parts.
This made Shen Anfeng's small courtyard seem a bit out of place.
The dusty sunset hangs sickly in the western sky, shedding a touch of sick blood.
Shen Anfeng picked up a cup of coarse tea, sipped it with his lips together, and couldn't help but touch the rhythm of poetry singing with his fingertips on the stone table.
In his throat, he hummed vaguely the hexagrams he once bestowed on Xiao Daoyuan:
"Flowers bloom in spring and go away, butterflies come and flowers fade again; only youthful cypresses can endure the cold in the end."
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