The monk named Xu said intimately, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which immediately turned into a rainbow and left. However, just as he left, he suddenly felt a dizzy moment, and then he saw a headless body galloping in the sky. His eyes were wide open, wanting to say something, but he could no longer speak.

As for the other four monks, a gray-clothed figure stopped them in front of them. The gray-clothed figure did not take action. Just took one step forward, hundreds of sword energy were flying everywhere.

"What kind of cultivation are you?" A cultivator spoke in horror, but he did not say anything like mercy on his senior's life. Instead, he turned around and flew away with the other four people. He thought that Luo Yuan had any injuries on his body, perhaps all he could hold on with one breath. If he let the other four people go by killing him, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

However, he did not understand the horror of the Moliu Dispersion Divine Art. As a person incarnation, he was half of Luo Yuan’s spiritual consciousness gathered, as long as it did not exceed the coverage of Luo Yuan’s spiritual consciousness. Then, the Moliu Dispersion Divine Art can easily appear anywhere. What’s more, the magical consciousness of the Moliu Dispersion Divine Art is all sword consciousness. A magical consciousness swept by, and none of the four people were spared, upgraded and dissipated, falling into the sea.

"Brother Mo"

"Bring their storage bags and go." Luo Yuan spoke calmly. Although he had taken a lot of pills before, the consumption of this battle was a lot. He had to fly for several days, which made him sigh: "If I had known, I would have bought a flying boat or flying magic weapon, and I had miscalculated it."

"Brother Mo, there is a flying boat in their storage bag." Huang Fengzi said, and even took out the flying boat as big as a palm and threw it to Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan took the flying boat and raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what to say for a moment. So he activated his spiritual power, wiped the mark on it, and activated the flying boat to transform. Huang Fengzi and the monk named Lei did not say much, but stepped onto the flying boat directly.

A few days in a flash

"The person who comes here will stop! I wish you a senior who is here, please tell me the name and let me report it." In front of the Liyuan Sect Mountain Gate, a disciple clasped his fists at a flying boat.

"No need, I'm here to find Master Yuanli." Huang Fengzi spoke indifferently.

"This... Senior, wait a moment, I will report it now." The disciple looked puzzled. The other party was a powerful Jindan, and he looked quite good, so he had to be respectful.

"Forget it, go there, it's not a short while." Huang Fengzi waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, senior, wait for a moment." After saying that, he turned around and flew away.

After a long time, the disciple came back, and beside him was a Jindan monk, the wise man who besieged Luo Yuan back then.

"Haha, here is Liu Wuxiu, the elder of the inner sect of Liyuan Sect. I wonder if this fellow Taoist is?" The wise man waved the folding fan and spoke in harmony.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, let me wait in first before discussing it." Luo Yuan spoke with a little tiredness.

Liu Wuxiu was a little confused. He felt a little familiar with the voice, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was: "Who is this fellow Taoist?"

Luo Yuan did not answer, but waved his sleeves and put the flying boat in the storage bag, and calmly looked at Liu Wuxiu and asked, "What, how long hasn't seen you, have you forgotten about it?"

After seeing that it was Luo Yuan, Liu Wuxiu raised his eyebrows and was slightly surprised, but smiled: "I never thought that the young master was back. I was too negligent. Please don't blame me. Please come down. I believe the sect leader would be extremely happy to see the young master coming back."

"No need, please ask fellow Taoist Liu to arrange a residence for my two friends. Chen was traveling abroad and had some insights and needed to go into seclusion. When he left the seclusion, he would go to find Yuanli." After Luo Yuan finished speaking, he turned into a long rainbow and flew towards Ji Hongyu's boudoir.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and Ji Hongyu is located where the outer door spiritual veins are located. The heaven and earth are full of spiritual energy, and the four seasons are like spring. The boudoir is exquisite and beautiful, and the fragrance is swaying, which has a bit of artistic conception. Ji Hongyu is even wearing a silk skirt and playing the piano with plain hands. Her moving face is a little sad and a bit of remembrance. All of this is like a painting environment, so beautiful that it makes people feel unreal.

Suddenly, a sound of pushing the door without hesitation broke the artistic conception here. Ji Hongyu frowned and then released her spiritual sense.

"Don't panic, I'm back. Is there a secret room? I'm going to retreat immediately now, and it's not a short time. No one will see you during this period." Luo Yuan walked to Ji Hongyu and spoke without hesitation. His injuries were almost impossible to suppress.

Ji Hongyu saw at a glance that Luo Yuan was in poor condition at this time. She didn't ask any more questions. She just took Luo Yuan's hand and walked to the secret room below the tower: "Come with me."

Luo Yuan nodded and let Ji Hongyu pull him away. At the same time, he took out a pill from the storage bag and took it.

After walking for a while, Ji Hongyu stopped, teased her with her bare hands, and took out several magic tricks. Then the stone wall in front slowly opened, and a cave appeared. Ji Hongyu turned around and spoke to Luo Yuan: "This is the abdomen of the mountain, which is extremely pure, and almost no one will come. You will be here to heal your wounds. If you need anything, just tell me, I will go and help you."

Luo Yuan nodded, without saying anything, stepped in directly, then sat down cross-legged and began to breathe and regulate his breathing. In this Liyuan Sect, there were only two people Luo Yuan could believe in, one was Ji Hongyu, and the other was Wu Fuzi. Wu Fuzi was furious, and he often did things like opening the canyon and cutting mountains and cutting water. If he was in seclusion at Wu Fuzi, he would be afraid that he would get punched one day.

Time flies, and ten days have passed.

In the cave

Luo Yuan sat cross-legged, his body was evaporated, his body was crystal clear, and his body was filled with misty purple air, as if he was experiencing the Tao, or as if he was raising the clouds as he was flying. His eyes were closed, his brows were slightly frowned, and the flames in all directions rose up in the dantian, as if he was tempering his body with spiritual fire. The golden elixir was constantly rotating, emitting golden light and rich spiritual energy, nourishing his body and recovering from his injuries.

However, his injuries were too serious. Ten days of light were just stable enough. It took a long time to recover. Luo Yuan's spiritual consciousness was closed, and there was nothing outside his heart, and the treasure was **. In his storage bag, there was an inadvertent green light flashing, but Luo Yuan didn't know about this.

Five more days have passed

Luo Yuan was still sitting cross-legged, looking even more ethereal, as if he had cut off all external connections. The green light in his storage bag flashed more frequently, and a burst of vitality vaguely burst out. However, the bright green was covered with a hint of yellowness, and the vitality also contained a sense of death and decay.

Five more days

Luo Yuan was still sitting cross-legged and recovering, but his body was stained with emerald green light, as if there was a burst of vitality that was extremely prosperous. His mind was blank and there was no thought at all. Gradually, for some reason, a murderous intent in his heart slowly rose and became more and more intense.

Three days later

Luo Yuan's body was covered with emerald green light, as if plants and trees were growing on his body. His brows were extremely twisted, as if he was trying to endure something. His mind was no longer blank, but filled with killing. Gradually, his eyelids began to stir, as if he wanted to open his eyes and fight for something with all his might. His body gradually exuded a trace of decay under the cover of the emerald green light, as if he had experienced thousands of years of washing in just ten days.

Two more days have passed

Luo Yuan fell into silence, no longer struggling, no longer murderous intent. The glow dissipated and the crystal clearness was no longer there. His skin slowly wrinkles, and there were even patches of old man spots. His qi and blood were also walking downhill at an extremely fast speed, and his vitality was withering.

After an hour, his face gradually changed. He not only grew old, but also became stranger. Although he looked like a heroic old man, it was very different from the handsome handsomeness of Feng Shen before.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and two rays of light burst out suddenly. His hair was windless, but there was no longer a little black.

"Hahaha, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. For five hundred years, even Jiuzhu was almost unable to withstand the erosion of time. The sky has eyes, allowing me to see the light of day again in more than five hundred years, build the glory of that year, and make up for the regrets of that year." Luo Yuan laughed to the sky, but his voice was no longer his.

"This is a secret room, but I don't know where it is. If I go out rashly, I may have a considerable risk. This son is only a few dozen years old and is already a mid-stage cultivator in the Golden Pill stage. Such talent will be a treasure no matter which sect you put in. It seems that my situation is not very good." Luo Yuan lowered his head and said to himself, as if he was calculating something.

Then, he took out a long-clogged item from the storage bag. It was a piece of bamboo tube, all in gray, with only a trace in the middle, and a little green. It was the thing that Luo Yuan and Han Haohe obtained on the reef island back then. After this object was given to Luo Yuan by Han Haohe, Luo Yuan only opened it once and did not move it again.

The old man lowered his head and thought, then shook his head and put the bamboo tube aside: "Forget it, the most urgent thing now is to solve this child's residual consciousness first. Thanks to his severe damage and no one around him to take care of him. Otherwise, the day when I wake up will be far away, and even until it disappears."

After the old man finished speaking, he entered into a state of meditation, his soul was restrained, and he explored Luo Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, hoping to completely erase Luo Yuan's consciousness. Luo Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness was not very big than that of the cultivators of the same level, but there was a fog in it. He could not see this fog himself, and if outsiders searched for souls, they could not see it. Only by taking over the body and entering in the old man at this time could he see a clue.
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