Chapter 81 Ten Thousand Bones

"Don't worry, there is no one here, I just said it casually." The woman named Luyun also seemed to know that she had made a blunder, and after her face changed, she said hurriedly.

"Yun'er, you have to understand that the reason why I will take the initiative to help Junior Brother Gao is so that he can help us after he can become an advanced spiritual master. We can't take care of other things. Besides, the matter of the furnace. , I don't believe that Mu Xianyun didn't mention it to his own niece, but Mu Mingzhu doesn't believe it herself, so you can't blame others, it's her fate. Well, I won't mention it anymore, we Go back and discuss with Senior Brother Wu what I just said." The black-faced man said with a slow tone.

Green Cloud naturally nodded again and again.

So the two immediately flew into the air and flew straight to the mountain where the blood-blowing lineage was located.

At the same time, Liu Ming had come to the door of the Secret Law Pavilion again. After standing outside for a while with a complicated look, he walked in with great strides.

As soon as I entered the door, it was still the same small room, but there was an old man in a red robe sitting on a chair. He was looking down at a thick book in his hand. When he saw someone coming in, he raised his head and asked:

"In exchange for exercises or in exchange for secret techniques, spells?"

"This old man in the red robe has an angry look and a long beard, giving people an unusual sense of majesty.

"Hey, why isn't Master Ruan guarding the Sutra Collection Pavilion? Senior is..." Liu Ming was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked with a salute.

"The old man is Liao Feng from the poison spirit lineage. You can just call me Uncle Liao. That guy, Fatty Ruan, relieved his duty as a guardian of the Sutra Collection Pavilion a year ago and has gone back to retreat. Well, now you can say that you are here. The purpose of it." The old man in Zhupao behaved very kindly.

"It turned out to be Master Liao, the junior thought of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose a defense spell!" Bai Congtian bowed and said.

After hearing that "Uncle Ruan" was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time there was a hint of disappointment.

"Jiuyingshan, it turned out to be under the line of Senior Brother Gui. You are young, but don't be too ambitious. Generally, defensive spells must be cultivated to a certain level before they can be used. Let me see what level you have cultivated to. Already?" The old man in Zhupao just finished speaking, one arm was blurred, and he tapped on Liu Ming's shoulder like a ghost, and in an instant, a stream of heat rushed in.

Liu Ming was startled, and the mana in his body, stimulated by this heat, instantly rushed towards his shoulders with all his strength.

"Hey, the late stage of the spiritual disciple?" After Liao Feng slowly retracted his palm, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Uncle Liao, you are..." Liu Ming's expression became uncertain.

"Don't worry, I'm just testing your cultivation. In the later stage of the spiritual apprentice, you are naturally qualified to learn defensive spells. Your name is Bai Congtian, right? It seems that Senior Brother Gui has a good disciple, come with me. ." Liao Feng praised with a slight smile, and immediately flicked his sleeves, and a white cloud rolled out.

In an instant, the two figures disappeared in a flash of white light.

The next moment, Liu Ming, the old man in Zhupao, appeared in a hall with a wall of light.

"Go, there is the area where the spells are recorded. As long as you put your hand on the stone platform below, you can naturally know the content of the spell and the contribution points in exchange, and then touch the prohibition with your nameplate, you can take out the things. That's it." Liao Feng tapped into the void in a certain direction with one hand, and the wall of light over there disappeared into a little bit of aura.

Liu Ming agreed and walked over,

He casually placed a palm on the nearest stone platform, with a set of cyan bamboo slips placed in a golden mask above.

"Boom" sound.

A burst of energy rushed out from the stone platform, and after a circling in his mind, rows of white words appeared in an instant.

"Sharp Alchemy", a metal auxiliary spell, can bless the metal attack power and limbs, making the body extremely sharp, enough to break gold and jade. Contribute four hundred points.

Liu Ming shook his head, left the stone platform, and went straight to the next one.

"Water Mist", a water-attribute concealment spell that can release a wide range of mist to cover the figure, contributing 300 points.

"Fire Snake Technique", fire attribute controllable attack spell, medium attack range, high destructive power, and contribution point of 1,000.

"Lightning Net Technique", a thunder attribute attack spell, with a large attack range and extremely high destructive power. It cannot be cultivated unless it is not a thunder spirit vein.

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Liu Ming looked down on the stone platforms one by one, his face seemed calm, but he sighed secretly in his heart.

The number of Contribution Points exchanged for spells here is far more than expected. With the more than 300 Contribution Points left in his hand, I am afraid that he can only exchange for the lowest level of Spells.

It didn't take long for him to look at the spells on the stone platform, but his brows were furrowed. Obviously, he never found a spell that he liked.

Suddenly, when he put his palm on a dark green stone platform, his expression changed slightly and he stopped.

"Blood Vine Art", a wood attribute defense spell, can incubate vine seeds in the body. Usually, they are raised with blood essence. Once they encounter an enemy, they can be instantly activated and turn into vines to cover the whole body. The defense effect is strong or weak, depending on the type of seed and It depends on the length of gestation. Remember, this method needs to consume a lot of blood and essence. My colleagues are extremely painful to cast the spell, and the seeds have been bred for too long in the body, and there may be signs of body lignification and backlash, which is extremely dangerous and contributes 300 points.

Liu Ming read the new white description in his mind several times, then he no longer hesitated to take the nameplate out of his body and slammed the mask on the stone platform.

Although this technique seems to have many flaws, if he wants to change to a defensive spell with such a low contribution point, it is estimated that this is the only one, and he naturally has no choice.

"Pfft", after the nameplate flashed, the three hundred Contribution Points accumulated in it immediately disappeared, and the mask also shattered open at the same time.

A thin cyan tome fell into his hands in a flash.

As soon as Liu Ming took this book, he turned around and left without hesitation.

"Blood vine art? You really want to practice it. This art was not created by our ancestors, but was found by a senior in the sect after beheading an evil cultivator. People who once practiced this art are not Few, but because it is too painful to perform, there is a risk of the body becoming wood, and it is easy to be restrained by fire attribute spells and other defects, so they have been abandoned one after another. If it is not for the special cultivation method of this art, and the wood attribute spells of Zongnei are not There are many, maybe they have been moved out of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, so these contribution points can be exchanged. You can cultivate to the realm at a young age, you can see that your qualifications are good, and you don’t need to choose this kind of spell.” Liao Feng looked at Liu Feng. After glanced at the cyan tome in Ming's hand, he said with a positive expression.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior, but this junior doesn't contribute much, so I can only choose this technique first." Liu Ming replied respectfully.

"Since you have decided like this, then the old man stopped you too, and swear in the name of Heaven." Liao Feng sighed and said so.

After a cup of tea, Liu Ming and the old man in Zhupao appeared in the hut again in a flash of white light.

After Liu Ming bowed to the old man, he turned and left the Sutra Collection Pavilion.

Liao Feng waited for Liu Ming to disappear at the gate, and then he said to himself with a condensed expression:

"This son is so young, he should have been a disciple in the most recent Spirit Opening Ceremony. But if I remember correctly, the Jiuyingmai disciple that Jiuying accepted is not Bai Congtian, is it just a Liulingmai disciple? This is a bit weird. To be able to cultivate to the late stage of the territory so quickly, I am afraid that it is not easy for ordinary disciples of the Nine Spiritual Vessels to do it."

The eyes of the old man in Zhupao were full of doubts, but after shaking his head, he sat back on the chair and continued to read the book in his hand.

At the same time, Liu Ming checked the few remaining contribution points on the nameplate, put it away with a sigh, and went straight to the Deacon Hall.

After a while, Liu Ming stood under the crystal tablet where the mission was released, raised his head and stared at a mission written in pale gold text on the top of the crystal tablet, and thought about it.

After a while, he turned around and walked towards the stone platform where he received the mission, and handed over the nameplate.

"I want to participate in the March round of the ten thousand bone cave suppression mission!"

"The Ten Thousand Bone Grotto is extremely dangerous. Going there is self-conceited. Junior Brother Bai, do you really want to take part in this mission?" The middle-aged deacon in Shitaizhong clearly recognized Liu Ming, the mission madman. The smile that appeared suddenly condensed.

"It's okay, my brother did decide to take over this task." Liu Ming said without thinking.

"In this case, I have added the names of the junior and junior brothers. After three days, there will be an uncle who will lead the team. Junior and junior must join the team on time, otherwise a lot of contribution points will be deducted." The middle-aged deacon nodded and said, took the nameplate , After tapping on it with a golden short stick a few times, it was returned to Liu Ming.

After Liu Ming thanked the middle-aged deacon, he left the hall on the second floor no longer.

"Senior Brother Huang, what task did Junior Brother Bai take just now, how do I think you look a little hesitant." A seemingly ordinary man in his thirties suddenly walked to the stone platform and asked casually.

"It's nothing, Junior Brother Bai just participated in the task of suppressing the Ten Thousand Bone Caves three days later." The middle-aged deacon apparently recognized the person who asked, and replied nonchalantly.

"What, the Grotto of Ten Thousand Bone?" The man who asked heard the words and took a deep breath.

"Yeah, that's why I persuaded me just now, but it's a pity that Junior Brother Bai insisted on going, so I had to do it for him. Tsk tsk, if I remember correctly, the inner disciple who fell into the Ten Thousand Bone Grotto for more than a year, There are already ten people, and as for those who returned from serious injuries, I don't know how many. This Junior Brother Bai is young, but his courage is really extraordinary." The middle-aged deacon said with a tut.

But when he asked the man just now, he was still in a daze.

...

"What, took the task of suppressing the Ten Thousand Bone Grottoes? This kid really dares to do this!" In an attic at the foot of the mountain peak of the Huaxue Lineage, several old disciples of the Huaxue Lineage gathered together, and one of them had a black face. The man just lost his voice.

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