Spirit Planter

Yan Ningchen said solemnly, "Father, don't worry, I will definitely help you remove the spell on your body."

Yan Jinzhou smiled at Yan Ningchen, "Father has always trusted you."

Yan Ningchen also smiled slightly, "Father, sit cross-legged on the futon, and I will immediately cast a spell to undo the curse for you."

Yan Zhao assisted from the side, and the others dispersed.

Yan Jinzhou sat on the futon in a meditative way, closed his eyes, and looked relaxed. Soon, a unique tone came to his ears, making him more relaxed.

Lan Huadong was dressed in a cassock, and the light of Buddha shrouded him, making him look a bit holy. His slender, fair fingers plucked the strings of the zither, and uttered light golden mantras.

Those sound curses flew over and lingered around Yan Jinzhou, and then flew to his ears according to certain rules...

Yan Ningchen took out a Xuanzhen magic talisman, and unleashed all his cultivation to activate it. The talisman turned into a big golden rune, flew towards Yan Jinzhou, and sank into the center of his eyebrows.

The runes flew all the way to Yan Jinzhou's soul world.

In the soul world, Yan Jinzhou's three souls and seven souls live, and now his three souls and seven souls are printed with an evil spell, which is consuming Yan Jinzhou's soul power, and at this time his The three souls and seven souls are no longer as strong as ordinary people, and in some places, illusions have even begun to appear, which are in danger of disappearing.

If all these three souls and seven souls disappear, then Yan Jinzhou will be scattered.

After the rune flew to the soul world, one became ten, attached to the evil rune, and fought with it.

The sound mantras also flew in, one by one sinking into the soul.

When the golden rune fights with the evil rune, it will have an impact on the soul, Yan Jinzhou will feel pain, and if the golden rune fails, the soul may even be in danger of dissipating.

With the sound spell, firstly, it can soothe the pain, and secondly, it can protect the soul.

This is also the reason why Fuxiqin was needed to break the curse.

Time passed slowly, and Yan Ningchen, who was manipulating the golden rune to fight, began to seep beads of sweat on his forehead, and felt a little strenuous.

After all, it was a curse cast by a Dzogchen monk. He had just been promoted to the realm of heaven and man, so it was normal for him to struggle.

Seeing this, Yan Zhao put his hand on Yan Ningchen's back to help him.

Yan Ningchen's pressure was greatly relieved.

Zhong Yanhao turned his head to look at the few people from time to time, with a nervous expression.

Lan Huadong slowly mobilized all his spiritual power and concentrated it to his fingertips to play the piano. He thought it would be easy to play the piano, but he didn't expect that every sound spell would consume a lot of his spiritual power. It will not be exhausted, but he will feel tired, and a fine sweat will slowly start to break out on his forehead.

He secretly thought, no wonder Yan Zhao asked everyone to prepare so many things and prepare for so long before allowing the solution to the curse. If the preparation is not sufficient, it will not be the solution to the curse, but will kill Yan Jinzhou.

And Yan Jinzhou, who was the one who solved the curse, felt the most uncomfortable. The pain from the soul made him want to kill himself, and his hands on his legs were tightly clenched into fists.

The blue veins on the back of the hand are clearly visible, and one can tell how forbearing he is.

In the soul world, finally a golden rune defeated an evil rune, both sides died, and the soul stabilized.

The first victory seemed to be encouraging, and soon the second golden rune also won, and then the third, and the fourth...

The evil rune was completely defeated, and the last one lost its soul and was about to escape. The golden rune chased after him, rushed towards a corner, and died together with him.

All souls returned to normal and slowly stabilized.

Yan Ningchen withdrew his spiritual power, then fainted from exhaustion, and said happily before fainting, "The spell is lifted!"

Yan Changhua hurried over to catch him, and carried him back to the room.

Lan Huadong lightly pressed the palm of his hand on the strings, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, he looked up at the sky, it was already noon.

Yan Jinzhou's collapsed body softened, and he fell to the side.

Zhong Yanhao supported him, and Yan Jinzhou's clothes were soaked in cold sweat. He took him back to his room to take a bath with distress, and then carried him to the bed to rest.

He lay on his side beside Yan Jinzhou, his eyes traced the other's facial features, and he gradually became fascinated.

Outside, Yan Zhao patted Lan Huadong on the shoulder, "Monk, you should go and have a rest too."

"En." Lan Huadong took a deep breath, got up and walked to the room.

Yan Zhao sat on Lan Huadong's seat, held his face in both hands, looked at the sun in the sky, and couldn't help laughing.

Yu Yanjun came over and sat next to him, "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Zhao turned his face to look at Yu Yanjun, and said with undisguised joy, "I'm happy, the serious trouble in my heart has been relieved."

Yu Yanjun nodded, "Brother Zhou's hidden danger has finally been lifted, and I am also relieved."

Yan Zhao smiled and said, "Take a break."

Yu Yanjun let out a "hmm".

……

Qi Tingyu frowned tightly, "Yan Jinzhou and the others suddenly closed the small courtyard, what happened?"

The disciple replied, "Mosquitoes have been unable to fly in. I don't know what they are doing."

Qi Tingyu ordered, "You should inquire carefully, and report everything, big or small."

The disciple cupped his hands, "Yes, head."

Not only the people from the first sect were puzzled, but other people were also very puzzled. At this time, everyone was staring at the place where Yan Jinzhou and the others lived.

……

Yan Jinzhou slept for a day and a night before waking up. After waking up, he felt that the mountain on his body had disappeared, and his whole body was relaxed. He was like a light feather, and a gust of wind could blow him away.

Zhong Yanhao kept guarding him, seeing him open his eyes, he hurriedly asked concerned, "Jinzhou, are you alright?"

Yan Jinzhou reached out and touched Zhong Yanhao's face, then turned over and pressed him under him, "Yan Hao, there is one thing I really want to do right now..."

The corners of Zhong Yanhao's lips curled up slightly, "I will cooperate with you in whatever you want."

Yan Jinzhou's kisses fell carefully...

……

Yan Zhao summoned Xiao Jinjiao and Ze Ling to the table, discussing something furtively.

Yan Zhao whispered, "Brother Zhou promised Yin Zicheng to give Qi Tingyu to him. Is there any way you can avoid everyone's eyes and ears and tie up Qi Tingyu?"

Zeling came up with an idea, "Qi Tingyu is closely monitoring Jinzhou now, I think we can lure him out of the sect and tie him up."

Yan Zhao tapped the table with his fingers, and a solution formed in his mind, "Then I will send a message to Qi Tingyu to lure him out of the sect, and Xiao Jinjiao took the opportunity to tie him up."

Xiao Jinjiao nodded, "Everything is on me."

So not long after, Qi Tingyu disappeared, and no one could find her.

The head of the first sect disappeared, the alchemy meeting was interrupted, and everyone left one by one.

However, just when Yan Jinzhou and his party were about to leave, Daoist Daming appeared with a gloomy expression on his face, "Yan Jinzhou, do you think you can leave?"

Yan Jinzhou frowned inaudibly, "What do you mean?"

Daoist Daming took out a handful of black panacea, shattered it with spiritual power, and flew into the air, "You all will die."

With a wave of Zhong Yanhao's hand, the poisonous mist from those poison spirit pills all flew towards Daoist Daming and surrounded him, "I don't know who the dead are."

Yan Jinzhou's fingertips condensed a light ball, flicked it towards Daoist Daming, and then turned into a transparent mask, sealing the poisonous mist of the Poison Spirit Pill together with the person in the mask.

Daoist Daming panicked for a moment, why things were completely different from what he had imagined.

In fear, he inhaled a mouthful of the poisonous mist, which caused a pain in his chest, "Help me, save me..."

At this time, the Holy Patriarch flew over with a blank face, and smashed the mask with a palm, "What a vicious heart!"

Yan Zhao said angrily, "He was the one who harmed us first, who was the vicious one?"

The holy patriarch snorted coldly, trembling in the void, "He harmed you, you are all right, but he was poisoned and dying?"

Yan Zhao was so angry that he wished he could raise his fist and punch the opponent. He wronged people indiscriminately. Reasoning was futile, so he had to use force to suppress it, and then reasoned, and vented his anger by the way.

Yan Jinzhou looked at Sheng Patriarch, "Who are you?"

The holy ancestor sneered, "You are in my territory, you don't know who I am?"

Yan Jinzhou has guessed, but he is not sure, because the holy ancestor of a sect will not appear in the world unless it is a last resort. What attracts him now?

Now that the situation is unclear, he intends to act first and then fight, "Sorry, I have never seen the true face of Mount Lu, please forgive me."

The holy patriarch stared at Yan Jinzhou, his eyes gleaming with the brilliance of certainty, "Yan Jinzhou, if you stay, I can let them all go."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the ancestors of the sect appeared around them, two demigods, twenty late celestial beings, the meaning was obvious.

Yan Jinzhou was very calm, and said in a leisurely manner, "Can I know the reason?"

At this point, there is no need to hide it anymore. The Holy Patriarch pointed to the location of Yan Jinzhou's dantian, "I want the Five Spirit Roots, your most holy body."

Yan Jinzhou understood, but he also didn't understand, "What can Wulinggen do?"

The holy patriarch looked at Yan Jinzhou as if he was looking at a trapped animal. He was in a good mood and he did not hesitate to teach him, "Only a holy body with five spiritual roots can find the legendary Jianmu sacred tree, reach the heaven, and become a fairy. Get out of the ordinary and become someone outside the rules."

Legend has it that the sacred tree of Jianmu connects the sky and the earth. Finding the sacred tree of Jianmu is equivalent to finding the entrance to ascend to immortality. This is also the last test for monks in the mortal world.

But only those who have ascended to immortality know where the sacred tree of Jianmu is, and those who ascended to immortality will not return to the mortal world, so no one knows the location of the sacred tree of Jianmu.

If you want to find the Jianmu Sacred Tree in the vast world of comprehension, the five spiritual roots are the traction.

Because it was rumored that people with five spiritual roots were blessed by the Jianmu Sacred Tree. Such a person was a child of the Jianmu Sacred Tree, and the children would eventually return to their mother's embrace.

Yan Jinzhou felt that the holy ancestor in front of him had a brain problem, "The five spirit roots are innate, not acquired, even if you take them away, it won't help."

The holy patriarch said in a deep voice, "This has nothing to do with you, anyway, you must keep the five spirit roots today."

As he spoke, he pointed to Daoist Daming next to him, "If you don't give it, it will be your fate!"

The Daoist Daming has been poisoned into his body, he can't stop rolling on the ground, his face is pale, his mouth grows big, and he can't scream if he wants to scream, some parts of his body are slowly sunken due to the poison, and black blood flows from his five sense organs. It was miserable.

He lived for hundreds of years, but he never expected to end up like this.

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