Chapter 113 (1/2)

The mansion is not very big, with grey walls. The door is open. It's obvious that many experts have entered these years. They go to explore to see if there is any luck.

Meng Xuan's brow wrinkled up, stepped back a few steps, staring at the mansion tightly, the color of thinking appeared in his eyes.

”What's the matter?” Su Jiujiu asked.

Meng Xuan pondered: ”this mansion is not simple.”

If he guesses correctly, this mansion is the legendary house of Yuan Shen. He used to be the master of this huge mud pill palace, and Yuan Shen practiced in it. It is likely to contain some kind of Scripture to temper the spirit!

”Go in and have a look.” Meng Xuan said, taking Su Jiujiu into the mansion.

The mansion is not very big. It looks very ordinary. But Meng Xuan felt a kind of road charm from it, very light, but real.

They soon entered the depths, where there are traces of human life. Kitchen, wing room and everything. There is also a reception room with landscape paintings on the walls. There is no difference with the living room of ordinary people outside.

”It's normal.” Su Jiujiu said that he didn't find anything wrong.

Meng Xuan stepped on the ground and began to measure something. He murmured to himself: ”three feet three inches in Jiawu, six feet three inches in 1898...”

Then Meng Xuan suddenly stood under a stone pillar and clapped his hands on it. With his rhythm, the stone column gradually glowed, and a scripture appeared on it!

The gold characters are glittering, dense and engraved on the stone pillars.

”Well, has it been opened?” Looking at the text, Meng Xuan found that it had been opened three times. There is a technique very similar to him, that is the hand of the demon carp!

Demon carp must have come here to explore!

Meng Xuan then looked at the Scripture, and a few big words appeared on his head -- ”Dao Sui Hun Zhen Jing”!

This is a kind of supernatural power to temper the yuan Shen. When the yuan Shen is cultivated to the extreme, he leaves the body and travels in the void, immortal. However, the process of cultivation is very painful. First, the soul must be broken, but the spirit must not be destroyed. Later, the thunder and lightning are introduced into the body.

”To cultivate the supernatural power of Yuanshen, we should first turn Yuanshen into an ancient well, further degenerate it into a soul pool, breed Yuanshen in the soul pool, finally turn it into a lake, and finally turn it into a sea of Yuanshen.” Meng Xuan explained, staring at the Scriptures, closed his eyes and began to practice.

His eyebrows began to glow, and became a black hole. The essence of heaven and earth, the essence of stars drop from the clouds, and poured into his eyebrows. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his spirit was about to break!

But in the middle of his brow, there was an old golden well, which was flowing with golden liquid, like gold melting. That golden liquid is his spirit! The golden liquid kept rolling, sometimes turned into human shape, sometimes into sword shape, full of cracks.

Su Jiujiu looks at Meng Xuan nervously, because Meng Xuan's appearance is very miserable at the moment, and blood flows out of his seven orifices. At this time, suddenly opened his eyes. The pupil is cold and heartless, and a palm blows in the void.

A moment of distortion in the void, a tall shadow was blown out of the void by Meng Xuan, and the body burst in the void!

Master of the demons!

”Where to go!” Meng Xuan's cultivation was interrupted, and his heart was not happy to the extreme. King Kong was sacrificed, penetrating the void and hitting in the air.

A mouthful of black blood vomited from the void, but no body fell. A moment of distortion of the void, the figure once again far away.

”Can you walk away?” Meng Xuan catches up with him, and Jingang Zhuo splits into countless small rings, which are buckled together to form a limitless stick. He swung the Wuji stick and directly collapsed the void.

Ah! With a scream, a figure slipped out of the void and fell to the ground. He looked at Meng Xuan in horror.

This is a master of badminton, carrying a pair of white wings. He was tall and ferocious, with silver eyes. His teeth were as sharp as a halberd, and one wing was broken by Meng Xuan. He fell to the ground with a look of horror.

”Where is yeluxie?” Meng Xuan went up and asked.

Yu master does not speak, silver pupil gradually appeared the color of venom.

”I have plenty of ways for you to say it.” Meng Xuan grabbed him by the neck, ready to ask the whereabouts of yeluxie. At this time, a broken blade came across the air, and it was very fast, stabbing Meng Xuan's back of the head.

Meng Xuan turned his head and nailed the broken blade to the eyebrow of the Yu master. His head burst open and he died.

Meng Xuan threw the Yu master on the ground and turned around slowly. His face was cold and terrible. Two figures appeared behind him, Su Wenti and Bei dangkong.

Su Wenti giggled: ”you are going to torture yeluxie. It seems that you have failed.”

Beidangkong stood there, his eyebrow turned, calm as a mountain, staring at Meng Xuan, his face expressionless.