Chapter 19                                                             �

The old Taoist priest was named Bu Yingren, which was named after him, which means wisdom and righteousness. According to him, in ancient times, he was a super giant who could suppress an era and followed an invincible figure.

But later something happened. He encountered an accident and fell into a deep sleep. The invincible character disappeared into the long river of history. Now the dream has passed through the ages. When he woke up, the years have passed, and the past has passed with the wind. There are problems in his memory and he has forgotten everything that has happened.

Ling Tian looked at him with a squinted eye, his face full of contempt.

It seems that this old Taoist priest is not only a bit unreliable, but also very narcissistic.

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Duanhun Mountain, the only mountain in the ancient tomb of the prehistoric times, is also the most dangerous place in the ancient tomb of the entire ancient tomb. On the top of this mountain, various rare medicines grow. Even some masters in the Shenquan Realm are very jealous. Among these medicines, there is a treasure medicine called Dragon Soul Grass, which is the most precious, and this is also the main target for the sages of various families this time.

The Dragon Soul Grass has a strange appearance, leaves all over the body, and its roots are transparent and emit a faint green light, forming a dragon-like shape. Taking this grass can strengthen the soul and strengthen the mental power, and it is also of great benefit to the three flowers on the top.

At this moment, there are about two months left before the arrival of Dragon Soul Grass, and there is no one here in Duanhun Mountain.

Ling Tian and Bu Yingren arrived here. It was late at night. Broken Soul Mountain stood like a huge black shadow between the sky and the earth, giving people endless oppression. The two looked around and confirmed that there was no one, and then they began to prepare to climb the mountain.

"You follow me."

At this moment, Bu Yingren's face suddenly became extremely nervous. He said, "The special rules of the ancient tomb of this ancient tomb all arise because of this mountain, and the shocking battle in ancient times was the same. This mountain is very evil. The dead immortals and demons have already turned into dust in the torrent of time, but this mountain is still standing here intact. The problems here have to be thought about."

"How did you know these things?"

Ling Tian asked.

Bu Yingren shook his head and said, "I don't know, when I saw this mountain, I had this memory in my mind. This is also the reason why I entered the ancient tomb of the prehistoric times. As I went to many messy places, the memories in my mind were recovered faster."

As he said that, Bu Yingren suddenly grabbed Ling Tian. He looked solemn and said, "I'm going up the mountain soon. You walk along the footprints I left behind. Don't go wrong. This mountain is carved with thunder divine patterns. If you take a wrong step, thousands of thunders will land, and you will be doomed."

"Really or not?"

Ling Tian was shocked. He looked up at the towering mountain peak and said in disbelief: "Such a large mountain is full of divine patterns, what a big deal?"

Bu Yingren glanced at Ling Tian and said angrily: "You will know when two months later, the Dragon Soul Grass will come to the world. The name of the Broken Soul Mountain is not a false name. It is normal that you don't know Dao Wire. Those thunder are enough to chop people who are walking the wrong way to ashes, so that their souls will remain in this ancient tomb forever."

Upon hearing this, Ling Tian stopped speaking and followed Bu Yingren honestly. No matter whether what he said was true or false, Ling Tian held an attitude of believing that he would rather believe him than believing him. Anyway, he would never be wrong with following him.

It was quiet along the way, and neither of them spoke. Bu Yingren walked in front, and after taking two steps, he had to stop and observe, and then stood up and continued to walk forward.

Ling Tian was curious when he looked at this serious look and couldn't help but ask, "What is the Taoist pattern you just mentioned? Can I learn it?"

"This is a magical magic. Even if you learn it, you can only learn some basics, it's useless!"

Bu Yingren replied without looking back.

"Xuanmen magic!" Ling Tian was shocked. He suddenly thought of the armor that Zhou Zhengtian had worn before. The armor seemed to be carved with magical patterns, and easily resolved his attack.

"Is Xuanmen magic really that difficult? It seems that the saint son of the Zhou family will do it."

Ling Tian asked tentatively.

"It is normal for him to understand a little bit of Xuanmen magic, but it's just a superficial one." Bu Yingren didn't care at all, and then continued: "Never mind anybody doesn't want to understand or learn anything like Xuanmen magic. But is this something that can be learned just by thinking? It is about opportunity and insight. Most people cannot get in touch with this kind of thing, and even if they come into contact with it, they cannot learn it. But those holy families are different. Any force with some background will ask their disciples to learn some Xuanmen magic. If one of them has the opportunity, wouldn't it make a lot of money?"

"But what's the use of not being proficient and only knowing a little bit of fur?"

Ling Tian was a little confused. Xuanmen magic was endless, and it was basically useless to understand only a little bit of fur.

When Bu Yingren heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and said angrily: "If you learn a little Xuanmen magic and learn about Taoist patterns from it, then can you sense the thunder Taoist patterns on the Broken Soul Mountain? Will you save your life?"

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Ling Tian felt embarrassed and said stubbornly: "So what you mean is that those holy sons basically understand some Xuanmen magic?"

"Let me tell you this, Xuanmen magic is almost a must-learn technique for famous sects. Although they can only learn a little bit of fur, they still enjoy it. The reason is that there are too many places like Duanhun Mountain in this world. At critical moments, this fur can save lives."

"I see!"

Ling Tian suddenly realized that it seemed that his practice of the book "Xuanmen" should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Not long after, Ling Tian successfully followed Bu Yingren to the top of Duanhun Mountain. They stopped beside a relatively flat grass. The grass was covered with various medicines. Although it was not mature, it had begun to shine and emit a divine glow. The fragrant breath came, cleaning the mind and making people feel refreshed when they smelled it.

Bu Yingren looked at the grass and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the Dragon Soul Grass should grow from here in more than two months. We will make arrangements in advance, then quietly ambush and wait for the fish to take the bait."

Ling Tian suddenly thought of a question, and he said, "Will anyone other than us have this idea and be prepared to ambush the great saints?"

"Won't!"

Bu Yingren shook his head decisively and said, "If everyone dares to ambush the Holy Son, can he still be called the Holy Son? As the saying goes, if you don't look at the monks and Buddha's face, you don't think about what kind of existence is behind these Holy Sons."

When Ling Tian heard this, his face turned dark. He said nervously: "We set up an ambush here. When that day comes, will we deal with all the Holy Sons?"

"Of course not!"

Bu Yingren shook his head. Ling Tian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He was really a little afraid of offending all the Holy Sons. The forces behind him, even if you think about it, make your scalp numb.

"Our goal is mainly Dragon Soul Grass. Those holy sons are secondary goals. If they are not necessary, I usually don't take action against them. But these holy sons are really fat. If you don't seize such a good opportunity, I'm afraid I will regret it for life."

Ling Tian's face suddenly sank. He felt that he had boarded the pirate ship, and now he couldn't do it anymore. Originally, he just wanted to trap these holy sons, and then came over by himself to sweep all the treasure medicines. But now, it seems unlikely.

"You really plan to do this? Do you know how much risk I will take when you do this?"

"You have said this before."

Bu Yingren didn't look back and had already started to set up the formation. Obviously, he really had this plan!

"That's the holy son of various sects, with great strength, and I can die at any time."

"You are not afraid of death, and how many holy sons can do anything to you?"

"But that doesn't mean I'm not in danger of my life!"

"What the hell do you want to say?"

"The price has to be increased!"

Bu Yingren glanced at Duanhun Mountain, smiled slightly, and said, "You are not qualified to negotiate with me now?"

Ling Tian sank and thought to himself that he was too young to follow him up the mountain so easily.

"Do you want to be terrified?"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Bu Yingren laughed to the sky and said, "If you don't say it, I didn't expect that I could do this."

Ling Tian didn't say anything, his face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

"Don't worry, I won't cheat you!"

Bu Yingren waved his hand casually, and then said, "You use the mysterious energy of death to help me obtain the Dragon Soul Grass. After I succeed, I will give you ten plants according to my promise. Then we will go to the sky and go one side."

As he said that, Bu Yingren threw Ling Tian a human skin mask and said, "Bring this thing with you, it can not only change your appearance, but also hide your breath. It will be safer to act that day."

Ling Tian took the mask and was cold and cold, only a thin layer, almost transparent and invisible. Ling Tian brought the mask to his face, and his appearance began to change rapidly. In a blink of an eye, he became a middle-aged uncle with a beard all over his face.

"Excuse me!"

Ling Tian was secretly surprised. He looked at Bu Yingren in the distance and felt that this person had an unfathomable feeling for the first time. I wonder if the old face with a long beard was also a hypocritical human skin.

"Well, it's not bad, I can't tell you at all."

Bu Yingren nodded with satisfaction and said, "There are more than two months left. You should practice well. I feel that with your talent, you should be able to reach the peak of the Xiaoyao Realm before the Dragon Soul Grass is born. At that time, our chances of winning will be greater!"

Ling Tian nodded, found a place casually, sat cross-legged on a huge rock, and began to quietly practice the Ancestral Dragon Sutra.
Chapter completed!