Chapter 5 Undead

"Are you going to take away my 'ghost escape' and 'mirror fairy art' and permanently plunder it?"

Lin Qinglong's eyes widened, and his tone was already questioning.

"Is it because Bai Mujue took away your skill, so you want to ask me for it? There is no such reason in this world!"

Lin Qinglong is a little angry. Of course, no matter who he is, he will also feel very, very angry in this case.

The prophet did not give in at all and shouted in a low voice, "This is the only way out!" If you want to end up like me, you don't have to promise me. His eyes suddenly became much more lonely, lost his spirit, and said, "Think about it, Su Meier will also die. She will die for you, not for me, because my Su Meier has been dead for a long time."

Hearing this, Lin Qinglong's heart was very cold, but he was also much more sober. What the prophet said must be very reasonable, but what's the reason?

So Lin Qinglong asked, "Then you must tell me to hand over 'ghost escape' and 'mirror fairy art'. Why is this? I need to know your strategy!"

"I can't say." The prophet said lightly. ( Just call him a "prophet", although it is a little wrong to call him a "prophet", because he is not a prophet after all, but from the last reincarnation and has long known what should happen. To be precise, he should be called "Lin Qinglong from the last reincarnation", but this name is too long.)

"Can't say it?!" Lin Qinglong said anly, "What's the reason? Since we are cooperating, you should be honest with me.

"In the Ghost Eye Tower, there is a magic power, called 'Abi'. This 'Abi' is a heart-like magic that can peep into your heart. If you know my plan, Bai Mujue will also know, unless you stay in this altar forever and never go out." The prophet looked at him and said, "Do you have any other questions? If there are no other questions, you just need to answer me, and I will still refuse.

Lin Qinglong looked at the old prophet angrily. Although he was very angry, it did not make him lose his mind. He knew that he had no choice. He sighed and said indifferently, "I suddenly doubt your identity. Why don't I ask you a question - when I was fifteen years old, with Qianwangcheng, How many knives have been carved on Shan Ming's face?

"Thirty-six knives."

"Okay, I promise you."

Next, the prophet took Lin Qinglong to another secret room. There was a cold ice bed in this secret room, full of cold air and white fog.

The prophet ordered Lin Qinglong to sit cross-legged on the ice**. Lin Qinglong stared at the cold ice bed and tested it for a while before he dared to sit on it. At first, he had been using his true qi to resist the cold. Although the ice bed was extremely cold, Lin Qinglong's true qi could barely be defended.

But the prophet said, "Xiao Linzi, don't use true air to resist this ice breath. This cold air is very soft and excellent for the body. Especially for you and me, who practice dead spirits, it has the effect of nourishing the soul."

Lin Qinglong nodded and tried to relax himself. The cold air of the ice bed immediately poured into Lin Qinglong's body. Suddenly, a cool chill spread all over his whole body, which was extremely comfortable. The dead air gradually stabilized in the meridians and slowly flowed, and there was no more original fierceness.

The prophet also sat cross-legged on the ice bed. Soon, he used the "tongue-pulling" technique to plunder Lin Qinglong's "ghost escape" and "mirror fairy art". His "tongue-pulling" was almost the same as the Bai Mujue that Lin Qinglong had seen. When the prophet ate the "ghost escape" and "mirror fairy art" After that, his face turned redder a lot, and the wrinkles on his face were calmed down, and even his rickeose body could straighten up.

The prophet's face showed a surprised look and said, "The body can recover to 30%, which is better than expected. It seems that the plan is going well!"

While the prophet was happy, Lin Qinglong fell awkwardly on the ice**. Dan Tian was empty, and the silky pain was extremely worried. His face was full of cold sweat. Under the image of cold air, the cold sweat had condensed into ice crystals and hung on Lin Qinglong's hair and eyebrows.

At this time, the nine-turn golden elixir and the cold ice breath poured into Lin Qinglong's empty body together. These two true qis are the effect of repairing the injury and are quickly repairing the damage caused to him by "pulling the tongue".

Seeing that Lin Qinglong was so embarrassed, the prophet couldn't bear it. He straightened him up and slowly injected his own death into Lin Qinglong's body. He also used his own vitality to carefully guide the circulation of the meridians for Lin Qinglong.

After a while, Lin Qinglong's face was a little better, and he was not that pale. He could barely sit up cross-legged by himself. He gasped in a low voice and said, "If I had known that it was uncomfortable to 'pulling my tongue', I couldn't promise you anything!"

The prophet said, "At this time, you don't seem to be able to operate the dead mind, do you? If you have a mental method suitable for practicing death, you will be much stronger, so that you won't fall to this point because you just pull out your tongue.

"Dead mind? Is there any mental method for the practice of death? Mr. Ji only taught me how to convert dead air into pupil power to improve the ability of magic power such as "hanging" and "glorn", but I have never said that there is any mind method of death!"

"Of course, Mr. Ji doesn't know this mind method, because I created this mind method!" The prophet said proudly, I don't know if it was because he devoured Lin Qinglong's "ghost escape". The prophet not only looked much better, but also his personality was much more cheerful.

Know first: "Since you have got your benefits, you have a short mouth and a short hand to hold people. That's right. Today, I will teach you the most basic method of practice. The mind I have practiced is called 'immortal power', which takes the meaning of 'immortality' to get rid of the anger that comes with death and turns it into its own breath. Really angry. It is mainly to improve my vitality, which can also be said to be the best way to maintain health, so I look so young.

"Are you young?" Lin Qinglong curled his lips. Although the prophet obviously changed after devouring Lin Qinglong's magic power, it was still a hundred thousand miles away from the word "young".

The prophet didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Lin Qinglong's language. He still looked indifferent and was not angry. He said kindly, "I have lived a reincarnation. Do you know how many years a reincarnation has been? A reincarnation is 120 infinite disasters. Naturally, you don't understand this infinite disasters, but I'm a person who has lived for five hundred years. It took me five hundred years to break through six paths and come back here again." Lengkong Note: There is a lot of saying about a reincarnation. Some say that there is a reincarnation in 60 years, and some say that there is a reincarnation in 180 years. I use the reincarnation of Journey to the West here. Five hundred years~~~ Presumably everyone has heard of "the Monkey King who caused havoc in the Heaven Five hundred years ago"...)

"Five hundred years?" Lin Qinglong's surprised look flashed in his eyes. If he said five hundred years, it would be almost the same age as this nihilistic son of reincarnation. The name of immortality is really excellent, but I don't know how long it will take to practice this skill? I don't know if our time is too late. After all, Bai Mujue and Black Mountain are close at hand. If they attack..." At this point, Lin Qinglong's expression was a little worried.

"You can rest assured about this. In addition to the 'rebirth Avenue' and the 'cold bed', the Baiyan clan also has an ancient magic weapon, called 'the hourglass'. With this magic weapon, it is equivalent to having a lot of time!"