My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

Not to mention watching, even the whole mountain is trembling slightly.

All the Taoist priests, big and small, were terrified, thinking that there had been no earthquakes in 800 years, they dropped their things and ran outside.

As a result, I came out and looked up, okay, flying sand and walking stones can't see the sun, it's like the end of the world.

"Into the house, all in the house!"

Tongguan stumbled over and ran over with his bun undone, waving his arms and shouting at the top of his voice.

It's just a spiritual riot, the house can't collapse.But if you run around outside, if you don't keep it neat, you will be hit by the rolled up debris.

There is only one official monk in Tongguan in Ziyun Cave now, but besides him, there are three other people who are hovering at the entrance. At this moment, they also feel the manic aura in the air. They guessed something and helped maintain order.

It's just that the little Taoist priests are terrified by the appearance of their own temple masters with bloody faces and chicken nest heads.

Tongguan also followed into the house, and before closing the door, he took a deep look at the altar on the back mountain, you both have to take good care of me, otherwise... no one will pay for the damaged items in this Taoist temple!

As soon as he entered the door, the other side of the bureau called, saying that he had detected a spiritual riot in the direction of Ziyun Cave, and asked him what he was doing.

Tongguan spat out the dirt in his mouth twice, and for a while he didn't know where to start, only that someone was about to break through.

If you want to ask again, Tongguan said vaguely: "Anyway, it's a good thing, hello? What did you say? Oh, why is the signal not good? Hey..."

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was cursing at the blacked-out screen of the phone, what a stupid excuse!

Also, the signal is not good. Are the two base stations on your mountain just for decoration?

He walked around the room twice with his hips on his hips, picked up the big teacup and took two deep breaths, and then spit out the tea leaves that had strayed in twice, "Damn it, write a [-]-word report to me later!"

Before the words were finished, the phone rang. When I saw it, the middle-aged man's forehead twitched, but he still instinctively raised his chest, raised his head and retracted his abdomen. With one hand pressed against the seam of his trousers, he said loudly, "Hello, Chief! What? Hey, hey Hello? Oh, the signal is not good, hello, hello..."

opposite:"……"

Damn, write a [-]-word report to Lao Tzu later!

on the altar.

He inhaled too much spiritual energy at one time, but his dantian did not have such a large capacity. Yunhong's tendons were forcibly stretched and widened, and there was nowhere to place the excess spiritual energy. Ray, exploding all over his body.

And the original spiritual energy quickly repaired the damage, and then was blown to pieces, repaired, and blown to pieces... This cycle goes on and on, without end.

When Ange returned to the altar, Yunhong was already about to burst.

Literally split:

The damage in the body gradually spread outward, the surface of the body exploded like a spiderweb of cracks, the capillaries burst, and the tiny blood beads merged with each other, and the blood flowing out from the seven orifices soaked the cotton clothes, and bubbled out a little... He looked like a bloody man, flushed all over.

Not only the body, Yunhong's soul origin is also suffering unprecedented heavy damage.

He seemed to be forcibly torn into two halves, one half clearly felt the pain of the body/body, endured countless struggles to come back from the dead, and couldn't scream when he wanted to scream, and couldn't walk when he wanted to walk;

Half of them lingered in the consciousness left by that unknown predecessor, watching the change of dynasties and the changes of time like watching a movie.At one moment he is the modern orphan Yunhong, at another moment he seems to have replaced his predecessors, becoming the perspective of the ancients.

He is Yunhong, but it seems that he is not Yunhong.

who am I?

Where am i?

Am I going to die?

At this moment, a cold breath pierced through the aura storm, and someone forcibly pried open his clenched teeth, and stuffed something cold.

Yunhong pushed his tongue out instinctively, and the tip of his tongue touched the opponent's fingertips, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear, "If you want to live, swallow it."

Ange... Yunhong subconsciously opened his mouth and made a swallowing movement.

The ice-like thing melted in the mouth, and instantly flowed along the throat to the internal organs, invaded the muscles and veins of the whole body, and the heart became an ice lump.

A bone-chilling chill emanated from his body, Yunhong suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his head, and opened his mouth like an ice dragon exhaling.

In the space shrouded in cold air, the iron fence made a slight cracking sound, the spiritual grass withered instantly, and even the spiritual energy froze for a moment.

Then the next moment, the foreign object miraculously resonated with the aura, turning from tyrannical to gentle, washing Yunhong's tendons and dantian over and over again.

He unknowingly completed several big cycles, and the jelly-like sea of ​​air in the dantian further solidified and shrank, as if after thousands of tempers, it became smaller in size and higher in purity, and gradually changed to a liquid state.

Sensing Yunhong's change, the young man in the jacket let out a breath slowly, and his tense body relaxed accordingly.

His appearance at this time is no better than Yunhong:

The spiritual energy rioted, and an air blade formed in the center of the formation, cutting him black and blue.The huge wound that could be seen deep in the bone rolled up, and the gushing blood pooled into a pool of blood under the feet, and flowed down the altar.

Tiredness rolled over, the young man in the jacket could no longer maintain his human form, turned into a white wolf, quietly crawled at Yunhong's feet, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The sun rises and sets, the stars rise and fall, the snow stops and stops, stops and falls again.

Yunhong felt that he had slept for a long time, so long that it seemed like a lifetime. When he opened his eyes again, he found that his body was covered with a thick layer of ice.

Blood red ice shell.

What's the difference.

The sea of ​​Qi in his dantian can no longer be called a sea of ​​Qi. All the spiritual power stored in it has been liquefied. This is a sign of successfully entering the foundation-building stage. It can shrink into inches and travel thousands of miles a day.

The premise is that there must be a magic weapon.

The spiritual consciousness expanded from the original 300 meters to thousands of meters in one breath. With eyes closed, the entire mountain was under control.

He saw that Tongguan in the backyard seemed to be aware of it, and was rushing here with his robe in hand;

The Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters on the doors and windows are shivering in the cold wind, and there are still purple-red firecracker fragments in the wet mud in the corner;

The foot of the mountain was crowded with believers who were waiting in line to offer incense, and there was an acquaintance's face among them, Ms. Huang...

Yunhong blinked slowly, and tried to move his limbs.

Starting from the fingertips, fine cracks spread out on the thick ice shell, spread out like a spider web, and climbed rapidly along his arms, and finally spread all over his body, shattering into ice chips all over the ground under the long-lost sunlight.

As the warm sunlight fell on his body, Yunhong let out a long breath, feeling a little hot in his heart.

He saw the white wolf at his feet, with dried dark red blood and unhealed wounds on his body.

The past period of time was like a nightmare, his thoughts were in chaos, and he didn't know what happened to the outside world, but he still clearly remembered Leng Xiang who broke in desperately at that time.

It is the refreshing taste of ice and snow that never melts all year round.

Yunhong squatted down and brushed away the blood-stained hair, looking at the wound with rolled flesh under the hair, his hands trembled.

How painful this is.

Yunhong gently stroked his left wrist with his right index finger, and hot blood gushed out. He raised his wrist above the white wolf's mouth to let the blood flow in.

The flesh and blood of immortal cultivators contains a lot of aura, which is a great tonic.

The wound on the white wolf healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few seconds, its eyelids shook slightly and it woke up.

Tasting the fishy sweetness in its mouth, it subconsciously looked at Yunhong's retracted wrist, just in time to see the wound heal and disappear quickly.

He saved me with blood.

Familiar taste, it seems... where I tasted it.

Yunhong pulled down his sleeves, "Are you all right? Thank you for saving me then."

Ange stood up suddenly, shaking the ice shards off his body, "I am the guardian."

guardian... guardian...

The difference of one word, so it can really be so different?

No one has ever done this for him.

Yunhong lowered his eyes, his two rows of eyelashes trembling like crow feathers, then he raised his head and said with a smile: "Anyway, it is a fact that you saved me, by the way, what did you eat for me?"

"Ice lotus," Ang said, "a spiritual creature bred in the Arctic Northwest."

Yunhong asked in surprise, "Isn't it very precious?"

The white wolf shook his head, but a lot of hair was covered with blood, and it crackled when it hit his body, he was quite embarrassed.

It wrinkled its nose angrily, "It's useless to keep it."

Waiting for Tiancaidibao to have no effect on the big monster, and ordinary practitioners simply cannot bear the aura of heaven and earth contained in the ice and snow lotus, and there will only be one end if they force it:

Exploded and died.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, you are awake! How do you feel?" Tongguan finally arrived.

Yunhong smiled, and suddenly raised his hand, the five fingers of his right hand fluttered, and five lines of spiritual power gushed out, but in the blink of an eye, they combined into a spirit-filled talisman in the void!

Tongguan: "..."

What the hell!

Empty hand drawn symbols? !

Yunhong nodded in satisfaction, and said modestly: "As you can see, a small breakthrough has been made."

Tongguan: "..."

Where did the pretender come from, it stings my eyes!

The cool wind blew away the snow foam on the ground and dispelled the faint acidity in the air.

Tongguan twisted his face, "Go back or what?"

Ordinary monks and immortal cultivators are not in the same circle, and the gap will only become wider and wider. It is nothing to suffer a little blow now, and there will be more blows in the future.

Yunhong nodded, "Let's go."

He has just broken through, and his realm is still a little unstable.

Moreover, after his realm has been improved, he has gained a new understanding of the laws of nature and the avenue of heaven and earth, which also needs to be digested slowly.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the formation on the altar, and Yun Hong's heart twitched slightly, feeling strangely familiar, as if, as if this formation was drawn by him!

To be precise, the spiritual power to draw the formation came from the same origin as him!

As soon as this conclusion came out, Yunhong was taken aback.

He quickly felt the spiritual power in his body, and after careful identification, cold sweat broke out:

The source of his spiritual power has changed!

The big picture is still the same, but the nuances are really a little different.

Yunhong was dumbfounded.

What's going on here?

It's just a breakthrough, how come the source of spiritual power has changed?

It's like you go to the hospital to treat a cold, but after you leave the hospital, you check and find that your DNA has changed!

The white wolf's tail twitched lightly on his leg.

Yunhong felt the pain, and instantly withdrew his thoughts.

He let out a heavy breath, pursed his lips, climbed over the iron fence, jumped into the formation in the center of the altar, and looked down.

Just as Tongguan was about to step forward to stop him, the white wolf took two steps unhurriedly and stood on the path he had to pass to the altar. When he turned his head, his blue eyes stared at him, faintly and coolly.

Tongguan: "..."

Who are you threatening?

Ah, me, it's all right.

After a long time, Yunhong knelt down on one knee, put his hands on the eye of the spirit gathering formation, and tried to input spiritual power inward.

Tongguan hadn't had time to stop it, but there was a "hum" sound from the spirit gathering array, and then ripples like water waves swung outward from the center, and the unique blue halo of aura lit up...

Alive!

The "body was hollowed out" Juling Array directly skipped the recovery period and regained its vitality.

The white wolf was startled, and felt the familiar feeling when he was sucking blood just now.

Should not be……

"It shouldn't be." Tongguan also expressed the same doubts, scratching his head and turning around, puzzled, "The formation recognizes people, and it stands to reason that it will not accept external mastery spiritual power, unless it is..."

He and the white wolf raised their heads together and said in unison, "Master."