Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 173

The energy of relic doubles the dantian of Jiujie, which means that the storage capacity of spiritual power of Jiujie will be doubled, but this expansion is not too big for Jiujie who has a system of spiritual energy cyclone that can continuously replenish spiritual energy It would be different if the meaning were expanded one hundred and eighty times at once.

The immortal base dao embryo in the dantian stopped absorbing after absorbing some relic energy, and the purple light accumulation also turned into a purple trace thinner than a hair and appeared on the dan embryo.

Almost all the remaining relic energy was sucked up by the Buddha-based Dao embryo and the Demon-based Dao embryo.

Jiu Jie was in good condition instantly, after thinking about it, he searched carefully in the stone room, knocking on the stone wall, stomping on the ground, to see if there were any hidden compartments or the like.

Finally, it was found that there were indeed only two things in the stone chamber, the relics and the tortoise shell.

"Why don't you put the outside things in too, it's a loss, a loss, a big loss."

Jiu Jie thought about the treasures with so many grids outside, and the many spiritual weapons he blew himself up to get the dragon's blood, and instantly felt that he was at a loss.

The value of a relic is actually precious and precious, and it is not precious if it is not precious.

Because generally monks with a cultivation base may have the opportunity to produce relics after death, but the higher the cultivation level, the higher the chance of producing relics and the better the quality of the relics.

That is to say, even if the group of young novice monks who established the foundation and formed alchemy in Wanfa Temple died, it is still possible to leave relics, but the quality cannot be too high.

As for the relic that Jiu Jie just absorbed, Jiu Jie deduced based on the amount of energy and effect that it should be the relic left by a monk who had left his body after his Nascent Soul. Although the value cannot be said to be low, it is compared with the treasures outside. Get up, Jiujie will definitely choose the baby.

The purpose of placing this relic here seems to be just to allow myself to absorb it, or to allow the "Buddha" mentioned on the stone door to absorb it.

What is the meaning of absorption?Jiujie felt that for himself, it was just to let him understand that he could absorb relics instantly, and that relics had some effect on the Daoyuan method of the three lives.

Based on the way the stone gate was opened, Jiu Jie can almost be 100% sure who dug this cave, placed these things, and even suppressed the golden dragon outside.

"It can't really be my cheap master?" Jiu Jie rubbed his chin and thought.

"Is he really that powerful?" Jiu Jie raised his eyebrows.

"Grandma, old man, don't you just give me so many treasures? It's true that you ruined so many treasures." Jiujie thought of those treasures destroyed by Kunfan again.

"And this tortoise shell." Jiu Jie took out the piece of tortoise shell he got and said speechlessly: "At least write me a method of using it."

"Is it really just a turtle shell?"

"Is it used to make soup for me to nourish my body?"

"But this dry old shell probably won't make a soup or two even if it is stewed in a pot."

Jiu Jie waved his hand: "Forget it, I'll take your wish."

Jiujie suddenly thought of the sunken mark on the trapped dragon stone platform outside.

Could it be that the tortoise shell is just a key, used to hold the golden dragon?
Could it be that the golden dragon is the treasure left to me by the old man?
Grandma, the golden dragon has been stabbed to death by me, and now there is a dragon soul floating there.

The more Jiu Jie thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and the more he thought it was possible, the more he felt that he was at a loss.

Jiu Jie wanted to slap himself twice, but couldn't.

Forget it, at least there is still a dragon soul.

With grief, Jiujie came to the stone hall.

Dragon Soul looked at Jiujie, and Jiujie looked at Dragon Soul.

One person and one dragon looked at each other for a while, and Jiu Jie suddenly let out a long sigh, with sadness in his expression and remorse in his sadness.

The Dragon Soul was a little dazed, not sure what was going on with this human being, it still remembered what that nasty old monk said tens of thousands of years ago when he sealed himself here after killing his master:

"It's been a long time since I've eaten dragon meat. I'll keep you here first, and then the old man will kill you to make soup when he loses his appetite."

From then on, it shivered every day, fearing that it would be eaten, but the chains prevented it from escaping.

After that, the old man came occasionally once in a hundred years, and every time he came to repair the stone hall, and often put some treasures in, but he didn't kill it to make soup for a long time.

"Forget it, the real dragons in the Lingxuan Realm are almost extinct, so the old man will keep you as a pet."

But then his tone changed again.

"Although the old man has decided not to eat you, I will occasionally cut off a dragon leg and roast it to eat, and then help you recover as before. Isn't that too much?"

1000 years ago, he was suddenly very happy, and laughed out loud as soon as he came in:
"Hahahahaha, my apprentice is about to appear, and I want to pass on my Luoshu to him, no, no, no, I can't just give it to him so simply, let me prepare a surprise for him in Mengzhou, he will definitely Can surpass me and become a true saint."

800 年前
"It's a pity, it's a pity that the little monk Jingyuan can't practice my Three Lives Daoyuan method, and there is no one in the huge Lingxuan world who can inherit it from me?"

500 年前
"The old man got you a distant relative to come in. The old man has seen it. Sir, you should work harder and get a few more dragons out for the old man. The old man has a bad waist recently, so he needs to make up for it."

In its eyes, that flood dragon is weak and has inferior blood, so it is not worthy of her.

Yes, she was a female dragon. The pride of the dragon clan made her determined. As long as this dragon dared to come over, she would bite it to death. Even if she was bound by chains, she would never be able to defeat it.

She hated the old man and resented all the pain that was inflicted on her. She couldn't hurt the old man, so let's vent her anger on this dragon.

But that dragon didn't seem to have the idea of ​​breeding with her. It was ecstatic and attacked itself.

She understood that this damn dragon actually wanted to kill her.

Simply unforgivable!She was so angry that she wanted to smash it into pieces.

However, it is extremely cunning and despicable, and it escapes death from its own hands every time.

Jiaolong left more and more wounds on her body. The old man has never been here since then, and no one helped her recover. The suppression of the chains made it impossible for her to recover by herself.

She became weaker and weaker, but the dragon was still eyeing her like a tiger, and did not give up trying to kill herself for 500 years.

It didn't know where it found a long spear from this cave, and it was another life-and-death struggle. Seeing that it finally found a chance and was about to bite it to death, it stuck the long spear in its mouth fiercely .

I was in so much pain and despaired, the long spear was actually absorbing my own blood, it seemed that I was really going to die in the hands of a flood dragon.

However, a sudden change occurred, and the seal of the underground cave was accidentally triggered, and the dragon that was about to succeed was thrown out.

Are you saved?

She didn't have to wait long for this little bald head to arrive.

The little bald man stabbed himself to death with a spear.

Now it was the same little bald man, and he wanted to save himself again.

His sword was surprisingly attractive to his own soul.

She could feel that once she entered that sword, she would gain great fortune.

At the same time, I will also completely get rid of the tens of thousands of years of seal and gain an incomparably precious new life.

The almost identical aura of power made her absolutely sure that this little bald head was the apprentice of that old monk.

Is he sympathizing with himself in his eyes?
Dragons don't need sympathy.

The master's debt is paid, and when I recover, I will kill this little monk to vent my anger!
(End of this chapter)