Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

Half an hour later.

I saw that the boy in white's right hand was trembling, his face was pale, his lips were trembling, but his closed eyes were extremely determined.

The old man in white stared worriedly, but Ji Lingyu looked calm. The young man in front of him had not reached the limit yet and only looked at the thing in his right hand.

At this time, the red jade box in the white sword light also flickered with red sword light. A trace of domineering and fierce sword intent penetrated the white light, but was suppressed by the right hand of the boy in white.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Waves of sword light grazed the resolute puppet's right hand, leaving white sword marks. The young man in white remained motionless and unresponsive.

The right arm emits a dazzling white light, and the white sword marks slowly disappear without a trace.

Another moment passed.

The red sword intent gradually became weaker and weaker, and the white light completely suppressed it.

"boom!"

A clear and loud sound.

The red jade box was opened at once. At this time, the young man in white changed his left hand technique and retracted the white light in his right hand. He closed it without looking at what was inside the red jade box.

With a plop, he collapsed on the ground.

"Xingyun..."

Feng Xingyun waved his hand to indicate to Mr. Feng that he was fine. He looked up at Ji Lingyu and smiled.

"Senior Brother Ji, Junior Brother finally fulfilled his mission."

Ji Lingyu stepped forward, took the red jade box in one hand, and put it into his sleeve without opening it to check.

Looking at the old man in white next to him, he saw Feng Lao taking out a pornographic book from his arms.

Reluctantly, he said: "I originally thought that this book of cultivation experience in the first half of my life would be buried with this old and broken body. Now that it still has some use, I will take it."

After saying that, he handed over the pornographic book tremblingly.

Ji Lingyu took it with one hand unceremoniously, opened it and took a rough look at it, and saw that there were indeed insights into the way of swordsmanship inside, as well as many things about practicing sword techniques.

He nodded and took it into his arms.

Looking at Feng Xingyun, he flipped his right hand, holding a wooden box in his hand, and threw it forward.

"This Huanglong Essence was also obtained by chance. Junior brother, please keep it strictly confidential. Senior brother, I must not tell anyone about my coming here."

Feng Xingyun excitedly held the wooden box in his hand, not caring that he was lying on the ground.

When you open it, you will find a yellow dragon-shaped ginseng about a foot long inside. The dragon head, claws, tail and whiskers are all lifelike.

"Senior Brother, don't worry, Junior Brother knows how powerful it is."

Ji Lingyu saw him staring at the yellow dragon spirit and said with a faint smile: "Now, senior brother, I will take my leave. I wish junior brother a smooth reincarnation and a bright future."

Then he looked at Feng Lao, who was staring at the boy in white with a look of relief on his face.

"Disciple is leaving now."

"Well! Go ahead and come visit Xingyun when you have time. You can also visit the old man's grave for me."

Seeing the old man in white speaking casually and naturally, Ji Lingyu was speechless.

Then he turned around, jumped up, and flew towards the green peak in the north.

The old man in white robe stared at the direction where the young man in white robe disappeared for a long time, his eyes flashed with inexplicable meaning.

At this time, I heard the young man in white say: "Grandpa, how could Senior Brother Ji just exchange a book of swordsmanship for such spiritual beings like this? Earlier, I heard Senior Brother Mu say that he asked Master Jiang to issue a sect mission to find this Huanglong. Semen, what’s wrong now..."

When the old man in white heard this, he turned around suddenly and slapped the young man in white on the face.

His body trembled and he yelled angrily: "How did you experience such a thing like your body being destroyed? I don't know why. It's enough to remember his kindness for such things. As for how it came about, don't even think about other people's secrets. Strength It’s not enough to take care of yourself alone, this is the way of a monk.”

Feng Xingyun stared blankly at the old man in white in front of him, seeing a look of sadness and loneliness on his face.

He lowered his head and said: "My great-grandson knows, so I asked my great-grandfather to worry..."

"Hey! Go back. I hope this golden spiritual creature can really help you reincarnate successfully. Grandpa can only help you so far. From now on, you can walk your own path..."

"Grandpa..."

The young man in white supported the old man in white, and the two slowly returned to the thatched house behind them.

Ji Lingyu was flying out of thin air at an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, neither too fast nor too slow.

A few days later.

Seeing a long river below, blood-red flames flashed in his eyes, and he looked carefully with his blood-spirited eyes.

"This river extends from the south gate of Guangming City, but it's still millions of miles away from Guangming City."

"Would you like to go back to Guangming City? It has been decades since the death of the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Qi family. It must have been calm for a long time."

At this time, the red ring around his waist jingled.

Ling'er's thirty-foot-long blood-red flame figure rushed out and stood in the air.

"Ling'er, have you rested?"

"Well, Master, Ling'er thinks it's better to go back to the Earth Fire Dragon's territory to hunt monster beasts."

Ji Lingyu flashed, jumped onto its flaming back, and said with a smile: "We have no more spiritual stones, and we have used up the meridians, and the effectiveness of the medicine is not as good as before."

"Well... then Master, what can we do if we go back to Guangming City? Aren't we still looking for the land of fire..."

Ji Lingyu frowned and thought for a long time, then nodded and said: "Then let's go to the southwest. Maybe we can find the land of the evil fire with the help of the secret."

"Well, now that the master has the sword art, he will concentrate on practicing the sword. If he finds the place where the evil spirit is found, he will leave it to Ling'er."

Ji Lingyu reached out and patted Ling'er's flame wings. The flame bird flapped its wings and turned around to go southwest.

"We still can't be careless. We can just explore at the edge of the wilderness, but we can't go into the depths of the wilderness."

"Well, Ling'er knows."

The flaming bird agreed and then shot away high into the southwest sky.

Ji Lingyu ignored it and turned over his right hand. He found a red jade box in his hand and opened it to investigate.

Seeing that there was actually a blood-red animal bone exuding a bloody aura inside, he couldn't help but frown.

"This is……"

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that this large piece of palm-sized animal bone belonged to an unknown monster, its location was unknown, and there was no trace of writing on it.

"Master Cangyun Sword Lord left this behind and sealed it with his sword intention. Isn't it the Sword Art technique? This is impossible. At that time, he clearly said that he had inherited the Sword Art technique."

"Master, why don't you search with your spiritual consciousness? Maybe the ancient monks used this thing as a legacy."

Ling'er raised his head and said.

Ji Lingyu smiled: "Master almost forgot about this. Master is an ancient monk. What Ling'er said makes sense."

Ji Lingyu just wanted to explore with his spiritual consciousness, but for some reason, he secretly felt that something was wrong. He didn't know where this premonition came from.

The blood-red flames in his eyes were bright, and he used the Nine Nether Flames to turn his blood-spirited eyes to stare at the blood-red beast bones.

"what!……"

The young man in white robe let out a sharp roar, tilted his head, and fainted.

"Owner……"

Ling'er raised his head and shouted eagerly. Seeing that the young man on his back was wrapped in a white light on his chest, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and turned his eyes with blood-red flames.

"Master doesn't know what's going on. It's better to find a place to hide first and check the situation..."

The flame bird swept back its blood-red flaming wings, swooped down toward the clouds in front of it, spotted a nearby beautiful mountain peak, and shot away.