Chapter 10 Winning Dan

The skeletons staggered back and forth, turned into a streamer, and chased away to the depths of the forest.

The sky is light and cloudy, the vegetation is lush, and strange flowers and plants are dotted with it. From time to time, a burst of birds sing crisply, and everything is so quiet and peaceful.

However, this group of flying skeletons flashed in the forest, shaped like ghosts, but gave birth to a ghostly feeling in the peaceful forest out of thin air.

Although Bai Lang was caught by Jingwu, he calmed down at this moment, but he was not too worried. If Jingwu wanted to kill himself, it was really easy. Since he did not take action against him now, he didn't need to think too much, just wait and see what would change.

Jingwu turned around and saw that his white face was as usual, as calm as water, and he was slightly happy. Since he planned to take him into his own use, his qualifications should not be too bad, but this mentality is even more important. Although Bai Lang was caught, he could be calm and comfortable. After all, it was not easy at a young age.

Jingwu did not enter the forest with the skeleton. He glanced at Bai Lang, then sat down with his legs crossed, turned his hand and took out a thumb-sized elixir. He saw that the elixir was green and clear as clear water, as clear as fog, and fragrant, which made people feel good.

Bai Lang smelled the fragrance and looked up. His face suddenly changed. He quickly reached out and touched his body a few times. As a result, he found that his body was empty and could not even shake out the dust. He looked up at Jingwu, and his face became difficult to look.

That magical elixir is the water elixir given by Xianchen that day!

"I have been sealed for thousands of years, the Taoism has been damaged, the essence is exhausted, and the soul is also sluggish. These elixirs are right for my spleen and stomach!"

Jing Wu said lightly without any expression on his old face, as if the medicine was his own!

Seeing what he said, Bai Lang was even more angry, and his beautiful face turned red. Although he was born in a peasant family, he had been in contact with most literati and elegant people since childhood, the most important gentlemanly way. At this moment, how can he not be angry to see this man like a god stick and take away his own things!

But he is not an impulsive person. He knows that the person in front of him is perverse. Under the unknown circumstances, he does not want to rush to anger this strange person.

"This is my thing!" Bai Lang tried to keep calm and gentle and reminded him.

"I know!"

"A gentleman doesn't take away what people love, and I'm afraid your behavior is not in line with your identity!" After all, Bai Lang is young and extremely hard-hearted, and he can't help but say a word.

"Wo!"

A cold look swept over, making Bai Lang feel as if he had been pierced by ten thousand swords, and his heart was shocked. At present, he stepped back two steps and stopped talking.

"Cough!" After a long silence, the well suddenly coughed twice, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on the old face.

"Hmm! I'm a little angry. If you sent such goods to me in those years, I wouldn't bother to look at them!"

Probably thought of his generation of demon emperors, who were magnificent and magnificent. When did they miss rare treasures? At this time, they were actually depressed. In order to recuperate their wounds, they fell into robbing a child's things. Jingwu's heart was greatly embarrassed, but he did not want to fall into power in front of this boy, so he had to be thick. Shame on the skin and pose as a villain.

Bai Lang was so alert that he saw some flaws in his heart. He thought of Jingwu's embarrassment in his heart, and thought of his rebellious and coldness in front of him. In contrast, he almost laughed out and was forcibly suppressed by himself.

Jingwu held the water elixir in his hand, full of brilliance, and the charm flowed, and a thin layer of fog. He relaxed, stared for a moment, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one bite.

"Ah!" Bai Lang exclaimed again, "Why did you eat him?"

In Bai Lang's heart, this water elixir is an extremely magical elixir. When practicing, it has the effect of calming the mind and warming the soul, which can greatly speed up the speed of practice, which is extremely precious.

He never thought of swallowing it in one bite. In his opinion, it was simply boiling cranes and burning pianos, tying things in the sky!

But now there is a person who doesn't care and swallows his treasures into his stomach like melon seeds. Bai Lang naturally widens his eyes and looks unbelievable, like a ghost!

For a moment, Jingwu's whole body was surging, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black silk flew, and then recovered quickly. It even became black as ink jade, and the roots were crystal clear. It seemed that every hair was full of the essence of life.

"Wow!" The body gradually shines, and the light hides. Jingwu opened his eyes, and a light flashed away. "It tastes good!"

When Bai Lang heard this, he almost fell to the ground! However, seeing that Jing Wuyan's whole body was full of vitality, before his prosperity, he seemed to be young for decades, and there was also a trace of envy in his heart. The elixir was amazing, and it was really not ordinary!

"Plop!"

A black shadow crossed the air and fell to the ground, making a dull sound, which shocked Bai Lang!

"Ky, this is the Buddha's most precious altar. I will send him to you today as compensation!" At this time, Jingwu absorbed the essence of Shuiqing Dan, and his soul was nourished, his spirit was excellent, and he was in a good mood.

"What?!" Bai Lang almost jumped up when he heard the words. He shouted, "Is such a broken jar the most precious treasure of Buddhism?"

A dark jar on the ground fell into the soil, only part of the neck was exposed. It was ragged and dull, and even the mouth of the altar was missing a corner. The altar was covered with mud and dust, as if it had been abandoned by the roadside for thousands of years!

"Yes, the Xumi altar has been inherited since ancient times. Its power is vast, and ghosts and gods are unpredictable. If ordinary monks are sealed in it, it will turn into a pool of blood at 5:3!"

Bai Lang rolled his eyes and didn't think so. Even though he had recalled that it was this magical gray altar that suppressed the man in black and severely damaged him before he could get out of trouble, even so, the altar will definitely be damaged after that, and the power is no longer!

"That" Jingwu coughed softly and said slightly embarrassedly, "Although the altar has been damaged and the glory of the past is difficult to appear, the remaining divine power is still not small, and there are many wonderful uses. If it comes, this altar will not be irreparable!"

At this time, Bai Lang understood that the old man would exchange his elixir with a useless rag jar. He also said that the opportunity would come and the altar could also be repaired. If it was so easy, would you give it to me?

"You don't have to be depressed. I have always owed kindness, and I will definitely repay you in the future!"

I don't know whether it is because he absorbed the medicinal power or because he is a little guilty. Jingwu is no longer as cold and gloomy as before, but has a feeling of drifting out of the dust.

Bai Lang smiled bitterly, bent down helplessly to pick up the altar that fell into the soil, patted the dust, put it on his hand, and watched it carefully.

There is no luster on the altar, as if it has fallen into a permanent silence. The diamond on the altar has lost its color, and the Buddha pestle is broken. Although it has its own ancient clumsiness, the twilight has lost its former flexible and distant artistic conception.

"How can I collect it! It won't be held in your hand like this, will it?" Bai Lang waved the black altar in his hand and asked helplessly.

The corners of Jingwu's eyes were slightly raised, and there was a light flashing in his thin eyes. He said, "You inject divine power into the altar and feel it carefully, and you will understand!"

Bai Lang has no doubt that he has it. At present, he moves Xuangong, and the gold wire flows between his fingers, slowly injects into the altar, and closes his eyes and feels it. Suddenly, he felt a chill between his fingers, as if his whole body was pulled and surged out.

Opening his eyes, Bai Lang looked fright and said urgently, "What are you doing?"

It turned out that Jingwu took the opportunity to come forward and cut Bai Lang's finger. The blood flowed out and dyed the mouth of the altar red.

The jar is deep and unpredictable. Under the clear sky, it can't see the bottom. A black fog surged out of the altar in an instant, covering the altar. There was a faint blood in the air, and the black altar was hanging in the air and shrouded in fog. It was so strange and unspeakable!

In a trance, a cold breath was like a steel needle, which instantly invaded the body from between its fingers and rushed to the spiritual platform. The white cold sweat was like rain, and it hurriedly operated Xuangong. However, in an instant, the cold breath seemed to have never appeared and disappeared.

Bloan raised his head, his face was extremely ugly, and he was furious, and said angrily, "What have you done to me!"

Jing Wu smiled strangely and said, "I took great pains to help you collect the altar!"

Bai Lang clenched his fists and almost spewed fire in his eyes. He scolded angrily, "Take your big-headed ghost!"

Jingwu suddenly waved his sleeves, his face was cold, and he said coldly, "What I planted on you is a strange skill of the Jiuli witch clan. Unless your cultivation reaches the realm of heaven, hum, you will be controlled by me for the rest of your life!"

"However, you can rest assured that I am not a boring person. I just want you to listen to my instructions and help me do something in the future. If you follow me, I will naturally not treat you badly!" Jing Wu saw Bai Lang's pale face, but he faintly showed a resolute and unyielding look. He breathed a breath and said.

At this time, Bai Lang trembled angrily and scolded hatefully, "A gentleman is an unyielding villain. You don't want me to do those good things!"

"Oh!" Jing Wu suddenly laughed and said, "When do I want you to do all the conscienceless things!"

Speaking of this, Jing Wu was stunned, as if he thought of something, and slowly showed a desolate look on his face. After a long time, he sighed and said leisurely, "You are a child, and you know what good is!"

Seeing this, Bai Lang was a little surprised. He looked at Jingwu in black and stood there with an unspeakable loneliness and vicissitudes. He moved his mouth, but stopped talking.

For a while, Lin Haitao and Taotao, the breeze, both of them stopped talking, and the surroundings seemed particularly quiet, and the atmosphere became a little silent.

"Roar!"

There were tremors in the distance, and the huge roar was like thunder, ringing through the sky. Countless alarming birds flew up, covering the sky with black pressure, making the world a little dim. There were constantly beasts running around in panic, as if they were running away from something.

Bai Lang quickly calmed down from his surprise, and the roar came from the place where the skeletons ran. It became more and more urgent and sad, mixed with the sound of ancient wood impact and breaking in the middle, as if there was a very tragic fierce fight!

Bai Lang changed color slightly. Thinking that when the group of skeletons left just now, he was as fast as a meteor and suddenly woke up. This momentum was huge, and most of them were masterpieces of that group of skeletons!

Jing Wu glanced at the distance, waved his big sleeves, and didn't see him control the black rainbow. He just walked towards the depths of the forest, roaring places, but the speed was so fast that Bai Lang was a little unreal.

Seeing that he ignored himself and did not worry about his intention to escape at all, Bai Lang's heart sank again. It seemed that it was true that he had planted strange tricks on himself, and the faint fluke in his heart suddenly dissipated like a cloud.

Seeing that Jingwu's pace was ethereal, his figure was about to disappear in the forest. Bai Lang clenched his fist, didn't think much about it, and rushed up.