The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

There was nothing else in the entire stone house. Apart from the pool, there was only this male skeleton.

who is he? How could he die here? Did he arrange the formation outside?

For a time, countless questions flashed through Zhan Nianchuan's mind.

After careful inspection, except for his height and gender, and the thick joints of his hands, Zhan Nianchuan did not find any other items that could reveal his identity. However, he noticed that there was a storage bag and a soul under his body. A beast bag, with a string of black beads-like objects hanging around its neck.

The white bones and black beads look particularly weird.

As soon as Zhan Nianchuan activated his magic power, he grabbed the storage bag from a distance, but he didn't expect that Zhan Nianchuan's big hand had just touched the storage bag and the spirit beast bag, and grabbed these two bags. A smash.

"What...what's going on?"

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Zhan Nianchuan could only helplessly conclude that the skeleton had been dead for too long, and even the storage bag and spirit beast bag had become rotten under the long period of time.

Time is the most powerful thing!

After sighing, Zhan Nianchuan casually grabbed it from the air. In his opinion, even the storage bag was rotten, and so was the Buddhist bead.

"Hey...this prayer bead is not decayed! This must be an amazing item!"

After discovering this, Zhan Nianchuan was first surprised and then happy. He immediately lifted the Buddhist beads into the air and observed them carefully.

There are eighteen black beads in total, each one is round and smooth, and a circle of lines is faintly visible on the top. It can be seen that these beads are made of wood, and somehow they can remain immortal after a long time.

Zhan Nianchuan's heart moved, and he tried his best to count the extremely fine and difficult-to-see rings of growth rings above him. As he counted, he began to be horrified. Even after counting two thousand, it was only one-fifth of the lines. at.

This looks inconspicuous, but the material used for the black beads is actually ten thousand year old spiritual wood!

What kind of material is the spiritual wood that has grown for thousands of years and endured for thousands of years? Zhan Nianchuan felt excited just thinking about it. He looked at the round beads that were very close at hand, emitting bursts of breathtaking black light, and thought about it as soon as he stretched out his hand. Hold it in your hand.

However, he only extended his hand halfway, and instinctively felt something was wrong, so he slowly took his hand back.

After looking at the bead solemnly for a moment, Zhan Nianchuan still didn't notice anything unusual. He couldn't help but look at the skeleton on the sand again, only to realize that during his pull through the air just now, the corpse had turned into a A puddle of bone meal.

Under the erosion of the long years, the monk's bones have long since decayed, and as long as there is any vibration, they will instantly turn into fly ash.

"There's no reason to be afraid of a dead person who's been dead for who knows how long."

Zhan Nianchuan murmured to himself, gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the string of black beads. He still didn't believe it. No matter how arrogant this man was in life, he is now a dead man who has been dead for countless years. He can What to do with him?

Things turned out exactly as he expected.

Nothing unexpected happened, everything was peaceful.

The beads are very light, very round, and very comfortable to play with. They look no different from ordinary beads.

But Zhan Nianchuan was sure that the beads were not that simple, so he calmed down and looked at the eighteen wooden beads carefully, hoping to find out its use.

After a cup of tea, Zhan Nianchuan found nothing, so he began to try to inject spiritual power into the wooden beads, but was disappointed to find that the effort was in vain. The wooden beads seemed to be innately isolated from all spiritual power, and there was no way to inject it.

If one road fails, then another road is found. It is also very common for high-level spiritual objects to recognize their owner by dripping blood. So Zhan Nianchuan concentrated his magic power to force out a drop of blood from his fingers and dropped it on the wooden bead. He fully believed that this time it would be successful. .

But the result left him disappointed. The blood slid across the surface of the wooden beads and dripped straight to the ground. Mu Zhu had no intention of absorbing it at all, and this attempt failed.

Now Zhan Nianchuan had a headache. Looking at the Buddhist beads in his hand, he felt unable to do anything, and finally decided to forcibly add the brand of divine consciousness to it.

A thousand-year-old spiritual object like this must be a fourth-level or higher spiritual material. It is very difficult to imprint your own soul mark on such a spiritual object, but this is the only method that has not been tried yet. .

Do it when you think of it.

Zhan Nianchuan took a deep breath and slowly inserted his powerful spiritual consciousness into the black ball in his hand, intending to imprint his soul mark on the bead.

"Eh... it went very smoothly, no, it's so comfortable. My whole soul seems to be immersed in an ocean full of soul power. It's so comfortable."

"It seems like this spiritual tree must have the function of nourishing and protecting the soul. Nourishing the soul?!!!"

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes suddenly opened and he hurriedly withdrew his consciousness from the ball. However, at this moment, a gray shadow broke into his sea of ​​consciousness violently and let out an extremely arrogant roar:

"Nine thousand years! Nine thousand years! This day has finally arrived for me!"

At this time, Zhan Nianchuan's expression was extremely ugly. He understood what he had encountered. This gray figure actually wanted to take away his body!

The so-called body seizing means that when the monk's spiritual consciousness is strong enough to a certain extent, it can be combined with the divine soul to form an independent new divine soul. After the death of the main body, the divine soul can still exist alone. Under appropriate circumstances, it can forcibly obliterate other people's spiritual consciousness and seize it. Use other people's bodies for your own use.

"Jie Jie Jie! Boy, you can become my physical body. This is a blessing that your ancestors smashed countless wooden fish to achieve. Bring it to you!"

Accompanied by a hoarse roar, the gray figure punched Zhan Nianchuan's sea of ​​consciousness with a punch, trying to knock out a crack in Zhan Nianchuan's sea of ​​consciousness, and then forcefully swallow all of Zhan Nianchuan's consciousness. , to strengthen yourself.

Although he was once extremely powerful, without the blood and essence provided by his body, and after nearly ten thousand years, even though he was nourished by heaven and earth spiritual trees like the soul-nurturing tree, his soul had also weakened to the extreme and was no longer as powerful as it was before. Just in case.

This was also the reason why he immediately killed Zhan Nianchuan as soon as he saw him, because he couldn't afford to wait any longer. No matter what the opponent's qualifications or cultivation level was, he had to fight for it, otherwise all that was waiting for him would be death. .

However, as soon as he moved, a powerful and brave spiritual figure appeared on the opposite side, fearlessly standing in front of him.

Zhan Nianchuan’s spiritual consciousness phantom!