In that distant little black house

All Zhang Jingmo could do at this time was to wait.

The entire hall was pitch-black, only the crystal coffin in front of it emitted a faint white light. After Zhu Feng's doll exploded, it left a place of black hair scattered on the ground.

Ao Mian took a few steps forward, walked to the coffin base, and then condensed a black long sword in his hand, and chopped off a piece of the base made of wood.

Zhang Jingmo watched from a distance, until Ao Mian walked up to him with the piece of wood, only to find that the base of the crystal coffin was actually the God-gathering wood he was looking for.

Such a precious material was actually only used to make the base of a coffin, which also shows Zhu Feng's strong financial resources.

After Ao Mian got the soul-gathering wood, he used the sword in his hand to carve the soul-gathering wood into the shape of a villain. Zhang Jingmo was fascinated by the seriousness of his work.

Not long after, a lifelike little wooden figure exactly like Ao Mian appeared in Ao Mian's hands. After he finished carving, he looked up at Zhang Jingmo.

Zhang Jingmo said with a smile: "The craftsmanship is good."

Ao Mian showed an inconspicuous smile, and directly integrated the puppet into his body.

With the support of the soul-gathering wood, Ao Mian, who was originally incorporeal, was finally free from the danger of his body dissipating.

After Ao Mian finished all this, he said to Zhang Jingmo: "If you have any troubles in the future, you can tell me." Zhang Jingmo is a life-saving grace to him, and the words of thanks are too light to say.

Although Zhang Jingmo was smiling, the shadow between his eyebrows was lingering, obviously he was still worried about Lu Guijiu underground.

Seeing this, Ao Mian could only speak to persuade him: "There is no need to worry too much, Lu Guijiu will not be in danger of his life."

Zhang Jingmo sighed: "I know he won't worry about his fate, he's just worried about the formation of alchemy..."

Hearing this, Ao Mian said calmly: "He is a person with a great opportunity, instead of worrying about him, you might as well worry about yourself first."

Although Ao Mian's words are not pleasant to listen to, it is also reasonable. Zhang Jingmo has suffered more misfortunes than Lu Guijiu, and if he chooses not to follow this time, maybe he will not anger the puppet made by Zhu Feng , causing branches to grow wildly.

But no one can say how things will turn out. Zhang Jingmo has no choice but to wait and see.

Zhang Jingmo on the ground was extremely anxious, but Lu Guijiu on the ground fell into a sense of despair as if falling into an abyss. He curled up by the wall, like a tortoise that was forcibly pulled out of its shell, curled up into a ball, listening Not going in any sound.

Lu Shu has said everything he should say. Seeing that Lu Guijiu still didn't respond, he was extremely anxious. He hesitated for a long time, and finally said that sentence. He said: "Lu Guijiu, you really still have to stay here Are you complaining about yourself here? You can think clearly, if you continue to stay here underground, if your master really leaves in a fit of anger, you will have no place to cry."

When Lu Guijiu heard this sentence, his eyes that had been sluggish all the time reacted a little, but this reaction made Lu Shu even more frightened, because there was a strong look of despair in it.

Lu Shu had always known that Zhang Jingmo had a great influence on Lu Guijiu, but he never expected that it would be so great.

Lu Guijiu said softly: "Yes...I can't stay here any longer, I have to find him, I want to explain to him..."

As he spoke, he staggered and got his breath from the ground, and slowly moved towards the other end of the dark tunnel.

The ten-turn panacea is the most perfect golden elixir among cultivators. From ancient times to the present, there are very few people who have cultivated the ten-turn panacea. Even Lu Guijiu was only nine-turn.

And Zhang Jingmo didn't even touch the edge of the ninth rank. Although he forcibly rebuilt the Lingtai in Ao Mian's illusion, his foundation was too poor after all, and Dan and the eighth rank were already the limit.

And Zhang Jingmo has done so much in this life, which laid the foundation for Lu Guijiu's ten-turn panacea.

Lu Guijiu had to form a ten-turn panacea, because after the demons invaded, Zhang Jingmo's greatest enemy had a ten-turn panacea.

Although there is only one word difference between Jiuzhuan and Shizhuan, it is the difference between a stream and an ocean.

If before entering Zhufeng's tomb, Zhang Jingmo was [-]% sure that Lu Guijiu would form the ten-turn elixir, then after knowing that Lu Guijiu could only form the alchemy alone, that [-]% certainty would be nothing left. .

Zhang Jingmo was in a low mood, so he didn't want to talk much, so he just meditated for several months.

Ao Mianchu integrated the soul-gathering wood into his body, and naturally it took some time to stabilize the foundation, so he and Zhang Jingmo sat on the ground, practicing on their own.

The place where Zhu Feng sits and transforms is full of aura, and Zhang Jingmo has been sitting there for a year. When he opened his eyes again, the dark wound he suffered on the snow mountain before has fully recovered.

And his cultivation base even shows signs of continuing to improve.

It stands to reason that according to Zhang Jingmo's current situation, it would be extremely difficult to go any further. At this time, he should be happy with the signs of improvement in his cultivation base, but when he thought of Lu Guijiu underground, his joy was almost diluted there is none left.

Seeing Zhang Jingmo's gloomy eyebrows, Ao Mian no longer persuaded him. Anyway, only Zhang Jingmo figured it out by himself, and no matter how much others said, it would not help.

So the two had a tacit understanding and did not talk, but looked at each other, then closed their eyes and continued to wait.

Time flies, and it is ten years in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Jingmo was still practicing with his eyes closed today, but he suddenly heard the faint sound of a bell.

The sound of the bell was powerful, as if it came from far away. Zhang Jingmo opened his eyes when he heard the sound, with surprise and a hint of joy in his eyes.

Lu Guijiu presumably made the sound of the bell, and since Lu Guijiu could make this sound, it meant that he seemed to be in good condition.

Ao Mian also opened his eyes when he heard the heavy bell, but unlike Zhang Jingmo, he began to count the bells softly with his mouth open.

Once, twice, after the bell rang ten times, Ao Mian's eyes shone brightly, and he said to Zhang Jingmo, "It's done."

Zhang Jingmo immediately jumped up from the ground when he heard the phrase "It's done", he stood in front of Ao Mian, and asked, "How?"

With a smile in Ao Mian's eyes, he gently answered Zhang Jingmo's question: "Dancheng tenth grade."

Zhang Jingmo's eyes also lit up, and he said, "Really?"

Ao Mian said: "Of course it is true."

Hearing these words, Zhang Jingmo burst out laughing violently. The laughter seemed to release the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and he never stopped laughing for a long time.

It was rare for Ao Mian to see Zhang Jingmo being so emotional, the smile in his eyes was even stronger, and he said lightly: "Is it finally relieved now?"

Zhang Jingmo nodded heavily, and said loudly: "When he comes out, I will buy you a drink!"

Ao Mian nodded slightly, as he accepted Zhang Jingmo's invitation.

After the bell rang, the top of the hall, which had been dark all the time, began to emit a soft light. Immediately, Zhang Jingmo heard a woman's voice—this voice was somewhat similar to the voice of the previous puppet, but softer and more majestic .

This is the voice that really belongs to Zhu Feng.

The voice asked softly: "Let's ask you friend, how many years have passed since the continent collapsed?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingmo opened his mouth and replied, "It's been tens of thousands of years."

"Ten thousand years." The voice murmured softly, "It has been so long..."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Excuse me, are you Senior Zhu Feng?"

The voice replied softly: "I'm just a touch of her soul that hasn't dissipated."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Senior, this junior's apprentice was dragged into the ground by a doll, and his life and death are unknown. I wonder if senior can tell this junior what happened to this junior apprentice?"

"You have a deep relationship between master and apprentice." The voice was still soft, without a trace of hostility. If Zhang Jingmo hadn't known what happened to Zhu Feng, he would probably have felt that she was praising himself and Lu Guijiu.

Zhu Feng's soul said: "He? Ring the bell ten times...that's the ten-turn panacea. I think he's doing better than you."

Hearing the ridicule, Zhang Jingmo couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Seeing that Zhang Jingmo didn't answer, Zhu Feng asked again: "Why don't you talk?"

Zhang Jingmo said helplessly: "The junior really doesn't know what to say."

Zhu Feng spat out two words coldly: "It's boring."

After she finished speaking, she laughed to herself, and said: "I didn't expect to see the figure of my old friend here...it's kind of interesting."

Ao Mian didn't speak, not because he didn't want to, but because he really didn't know what to say.

Zhu Feng was not hard on Ao Mian, she said: "Since you miss your apprentice so much, I will let you see how your apprentice is doing."

When she said this, the walls around the hall in front of her eyes became transparent.

Looking from the inside out, Zhang Jingmo could only see a cloud of smoke, like a fairyland.And Lu Guijiu was sitting in the smoke, meditating expressionlessly.

Judging from the breath on his body, it is obvious that he has formed a pill.

Zhang Jingmo couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart anymore, and laughed again.

However, he let out a laugh, but heard Zhu Feng's voice lightly saying: "Although it is a ten-turn panacea, it's just that this panacea is a bit strange..."

Zhang Jingmo's smile froze for an instant, and he said, "...what do you mean, senior?"

Zhu Feng said: "Look at the breath on his body."

Zhang Jingmo took a closer look, and found that the spiritual energy around Lu Guijiu was actually as thick as ink, and at this moment, it was wrapping around his body in a very strange posture.

Zhang Jingmo: "..." Could this brat be possessed by a demon?

Zhu Feng also seemed a little puzzled, she said: "It's not a demon, it's not a fairy, I seem to have seen this spiritual energy once."

Zhang Jingmo frowned and said, "I still hope that senior will enlighten me."

Zhu Feng said: "I can't give you a lesson. I have only seen this spiritual energy once in a senior, but when I embark on the road of cultivation, that senior has already stepped into the void and left."

When Zhang Jingmo heard this, he immediately thought of the strange attributes of "Blood Prison Book", but he was not sure, so he just wrote it down in his heart and didn't say anything.

Zhu Feng seemed very interested in Lu Guijiu, she said: "Your apprentice, it's very interesting."

Zhang Jingmo: "..." It's really interesting, but unfortunately it just makes him a little bit unbearable.

In the smog outside the wall, Lu Guijiu seemed to be aware of other people's gazes. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look in Zhang Jingmo's direction.

Zhang Jingmo was stunned when he saw Lu Guijiu's eyes. He saw that Lu Guijiu's eyes were full of purple, and there was no emotion in the purple. At this moment, Zhang Jingmo glared at Zhang Jingmo, making Zhang Jingmo involuntarily He thought of the powerful monk who was feared by everyone back then.

One of the side effects of "Blood Prison Book" is reflected in the color of the eyes.

Seeing Lu Guijiu's eyes, Zhang Jingmo involuntarily took a step back, but he quickly realized that the person in front of him was not the Lu Guijiu from the first life.

Lu Guijiu's face was expressionless, his whole body was like a stiff rock, and after he felt someone watching him, his heart didn't fluctuate at all—in Lu Guijiu's cognition, he knew The thoughtful Zhang Jingmo had already left.

The white mist in Zhang Jingmo's eyes was a piece of dry bone in Lu Guijiu's eyes. He sat in the dry bone, and using the aura filled here, he forcibly formed a ten-turn panacea.

If it is only about cultivation, Zhu Feng's land is indeed an opportunity for Lu Guijiu, but after this opportunity is linked to Lu Guijiu, it becomes a punishment for Lu Guijiu.

Punish him for his delusion, and punish him for his dirty thoughts about Zhang Jingmo.

He has been trapped in this place of death for a hundred years, during which he tried to break through the barrier and leave here countless times, but was stopped because of his low cultivation.

At this point, Lu Guijiu finally understood that if he couldn't form the alchemy, he might never be able to see Zhang Jingmo in this life...

After realizing this reality, Lu Guijiu abandoned all distracting thoughts and began to practice hard. There was only one thought left in his mind, which was to form alchemy as soon as possible, but he explained it clearly to his master... As for what to explain, Lu Guijiu Podojiu deliberately ignored it.

In this realm, there will often be some spirit beasts that Lu Guijiu has never seen before attack him. Gritted his teeth and survived.

Whenever he almost thought that he was going to be overwhelmed, Lu Shu would keep mentioning Zhang Jingmo's name in the sea of ​​knowledge, saying that if Lu Guijiu died here, Zhang Jingmo might forget about this apprentice within a hundred years. Maybe even recruit new apprentices... Lu Guijiu became numb after talking too much, Lu Shu had no choice but to change his voice into Zhang Jingmo's, and then cheered Lu Guijiu up every day, letting him grit his teeth and get through it .

When Lu Guijiu was at his worst, almost all his limbs were severed, only one head was left to move. Fortunately, there was enough aura here to prevent him from starving to death.

And the abundant moisture in Lu Guijiu's body can help him recover from the scars on his body.

So he narrowly escaped death again and again, becoming stronger again and again.

Later, Lu Guijiu also noticed the mystery in this situation. He found that no matter how strong the spirit beast was, it would not directly kill him. After some time for him to relax, attack him again.

Lu Guijiu, who knew this rule, was even more desperate.

He began to exert the maximum potential of his body to face challenges again and again, and his cultivation base was also constantly striving to improve rapidly.

Lu Shu didn't try to persuade Lu Guijiu any more, he knew that if Lu Guijiu went out one day later, he would be more in danger of going crazy.

As for Lu Guijiu, he hasn't spoken to Lu Shu for a long time. Most of the time, Lu Shu is alone in Lu Guijiu's mind, and Lu Guijiu won't stop him, but he won't answer. .

Lu Guijiu has been cultivating silently for a hundred years by himself. During this period, he has never rested for a day or stopped for a moment. There is only one name left in his mind——Zhang Jingmo.

This situation continued until the end of the pill formation.

In fact, Lu Guijiu didn't know how many pills he would form, but Lu Shu already had a vague premonition.

Throughout the ages, there have been very few people who have formed tenth grade pills, and Lu Guijiu can obviously be one of them.

Lu Guijiu felt that his altar was filled with aura, he looked indifferently at the dead bones around him, and sat down on the ground.

Lu Shu said: "Be careful...you must not be careless about the alchemy."

He thought that Lu Guijiu would still not answer his words as before, but he didn't expect Lu Guijiu to say softly: "Is he still waiting for me?"

When Lu Shu heard this, he felt sore in his heart, but he couldn't give Lu Guijiu any other answer at this time, so he said confidently: "Naturally."

"I knew that he would always be waiting for me." Lu Guijiu's voice was still so soft, so lacking in confidence, he didn't know whether he was talking to Lu Shu or warning himself.

The spiritual energy in the Lingtai could not be injected any more, Lu Guijiu sat on the ground, and began to slowly compress the spiritual energy into a small ball according to Lu Shu's statement.

The golden elixir is a collection of aura, and the aura on the altar is the source of the aura of the altar. The wider the altar, the more aura it can hold, and the better the quality of the golden alchemy.

But a vast spiritual platform is not the only condition for forming an alchemy. The mind and skills of the person who forms an alchemy have an important influence on the alchemy.

The spiritual energy was slowly squeezed into a small golden pill, and then another layer of spiritual energy covered it.

As the aura covers more and more, the difficulty of condensing becomes more and more difficult. The ten-turn panacea means that the aura enveloping the golden elixir has condensed ten layers—it must exhaust all the aura in the altar. .

Lu Guijiu's face sank like water, and he didn't say a word.

None of the things that Zhang Jingmo had specially prepared for him to form alchemy had been used. At this time, apart from the inexhaustible aura around Lu Guijiu, only Lu Shu was left to give him some guidance.

Fortunately, Lu Shu has a lot of experience in forming alchemy. He observes Lu Guijiu anytime and anywhere, and guides his skills and speed.

If there is no deer book, Lu Guijiu may never be able to form a ten-turn panacea, but the matter of chance has already been doomed, just like Zhang Jingmo, even if he comes to this snow-capped mountain a thousand times, he will not have the luck to enter the tomb of Feng Zhu .

The ten-turn spirit pill requires a lot of spiritual energy. Zhang Jingmo originally planned to take Lu Guijiu to another undiscovered spiritual vein to form the pill, but now it saves trouble and directly forms it here to solve this problem.

Moreover, Lu Guijiu formed the alchemy earlier than Zhang Jingmo expected... The only fly in the ointment is that Zhang Jingmo seems to have no idea what Lu Guijiu's golden alchemy is.

Lu Guijiu sat withered on the ground for a year, and when the aura in the altar was exhausted, a golden pill exuding golden and black light floated above his altar—it finally became a pill.

Lu Guijiu just opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt that the world around him was almost completely new. Every dust, every object, every light and shadow, in his eyes, had a new attitude. He could see corners Every shadow in the room, even the sound of dust falling to the ground, Lu Guijiu said softly: "Is this the world in Master's eyes?"

Lu Shu was still happy, and didn't listen to what Lu Guijiu was saying at all. Lu Guijiu didn't understand, but he did understand - what the ten-turn panacea meant to a cultivator.Even those who practice the "Blood Hell Heavenly Book", there are very few people who form their pills.

After Lu Guijiu formed the alchemy, under Lu Shu's warning, he did not rush out, and started to consolidate his cultivation on the spot.

Just when Lu Guijiu's cultivation base was almost consolidated, he felt a gaze, which seemed to be cast from the other side of the wall, which made Lu Guijiu feel a little displeased.

So he turned his head and looked at the owner of his gaze.

The two people's eyes met through the wall. Although Zhang Jingmo knew that Lu Guijiu couldn't see him, Lu Guijiu's indifferent eyes still made him tremble slightly.

He said: "The ghost socket."

Naturally, Lu Guijiu would not reply. He stood up slowly, stepped on a dry bone in front of him, and then walked towards Zhang Jingmo.

Zhang Jingmo looked at Lu Guijiu in the clouds, walked closer and closer to him, and then touched the wall with his hand.

The black aura began to entwine quickly, and the wall that could not be opened before began to crack and shatter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jingmo's first reaction was not to go forward to meet Lu Guijiu, but to step back a few steps.Lu Guijiu's expression was so indifferent, it even made him feel very strange.

The barrier between the two began to crumble gradually, Lu Guijiu slowly raised his eyes and saw the person on the other side of the wall.

Dressed in white, with black hair, the man standing with a sword, still tall and straight, he frowned slightly and looked at himself, his beautiful lips moved slightly, and said two words that Lu Guijiu had missed for a hundred years, he called him : "Podophyllum."

Lu Guijiu's mind suddenly went blank, but before he could react, his body had already moved forward, hugging the person in front of him tightly.

The nose was filled with the smell of that person's hair, a little sweet, like lotus leaves just taken out of the water, Lu Guijiu heard himself open his mouth, he called: "Master."

Master, I came out, you... still blame me?