Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 259 Epiphany
Ji An glanced around, patted Wei Songnian's shoulder, and whispered:

"Junior brother, since your condition has improved, let's find a place to rest. When the monsters stop attacking, we can find a place to talk."

Because he was injured, the enemy did not need to fight on the city wall for the time being and could recuperate for a few days.

Having settled in Mingfeng Mountain for a long time, he was busy during the day. Occasionally, when he had a moment of free time, he would seize the time to meditate and practice in order to restore his magic power.

The situation on the city wall is all hearsay, so we can confirm it with the other party today.

Wei Songnian nodded slightly, "Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll come over after the battle stops."

He secretly covered his lower abdomen and turned away. Occasionally, he would feel pain in his dantian area, which was a sharp pain.

Ji An watched him leave and continued to treat the wounded. Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he felt more comfortable when casting spells.

After the rejuvenation spell was released, a green light flashed, and then a strange image of red flowers appeared.

Sprouting and growing, all things are full of vitality.

Ji An raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his understanding of rejuvenation technique deepened.

"Rejuvenation, what a clever name for this spell!"

The concept of rejuvenation only comes after vitality has hidden itself.

In other words, the fact that this spell could take effect quickly was not only due to his efforts, but was also due to the fact that he had mobilized the monk's own latent vitality.

After figuring this out, his mind became clearer, and his movements when he pinched the magic formula to perform the rejuvenation technique had a special rhythm.

The effects of the spells take on different forms, such as sprouting green grass, towering trees, or colorful flowers blooming.

There was a faint fragrance spreading out in the air, which was refreshing and refreshing, as if cleansing.

Ji An suddenly felt joy in his heart. He immersed his mind into his dantian and connected with the stone turtle.

[Spell: Rejuvenation (Perfection 89% → 100%)]

'I've had an epiphany!'

He was ecstatic. If he hadn't been in the courtyard filled with wounded soldiers, he would have laughed out loud three times in celebration.

It turns out that spell rehearsal can be done so quickly!

The words "Rejuvenation" gradually disappeared, and now only the Soul Sealing and Detoxification spells remained in the spell bar.

Not far away, Meng Wanqiu took a few deep breaths suspiciously. In this courtyard filled with the smell of blood, there was actually the fragrance of flowers. What happened?
She couldn't help but stop and look around, her pupils shrinking and then her eyes widening instantly.

I saw a green plant "growing" on the arm of an injured person. As the plant continued to grow and bloomed with small flowers of various colors, the fragrance of the flowers came again.

The flowers gradually faded and the green plants withered. When all the light and shadow disappeared, the wound on the monk's arm had completely healed.

The second level of the transformation of Dharma!

Meng Wanqiu stood there in shock. This was the realm that all Dharma cultivators dreamed of! It was comparable to a sword cultivator beginning to comprehend the sword's intent.

"Senior Sister, you are pressing on my wound."

The wounded man bared his teeth and groaned in pain.

The senior sister who was supposed to cast a spell to heal him suddenly stopped moving, but her hand was placed near the wound.

He actually grabbed it hard just now, and the pain made him sweat profusely on his forehead.

"Uh, Junior Brother, bear with it for a moment, I will heal you right away."

With her cheeks slightly red, Meng Wanqiu hurriedly performed the rejuvenation technique.

Ji An was so immersed in his new understanding of magic that when he looked for the wounded, he found that there were no new wounded in the yard.

The yard was immersed in shadow, and the blood-red setting sun cast its last rays of light on the roof.

'Has it been so long?'

Meng Wanqiu stepped forward and said with a bow:
"Congratulations, Senior Brother, for realizing the wonderful Dharma!"

The clear voice spread out, and the monks in the courtyard all bowed, "Congratulations, Brother!"

They witnessed their fellow disciples fully grasp the divine power of magic and practice the art of rejuvenation to the highest level.

Ji An returned the greeting:

"Haha, congratulations!"

As the sky gradually darkened, except for the monks on guard, everyone else returned to their residences early to meditate and rest.

The streets of the city were deserted, and even if there were monks passing by, they were in a hurry.

In the room, Ji An and Wei Songnian sat opposite each other around the table.

On it were some preserved fruits and dried meat, a plate of second-level fried pine nuts, and a jar of spirit wine.

"Senior brother's life is the envy of others."

Wei Songnian swallowed the dried meat, chewed it carefully, felt the aroma of the food spreading in his mouth, and felt an urge to burst into tears.

He hadn't tasted food for more than three months, and the fasting pills were the only thing that filled his stomach.

Most of the cultivators in the Immortal City were just like him, living in such a frugal state.

"Eat slowly and drink some wine to moisten your throat."

Ji An looked at the other person wolfing down the food, sighed in his heart, and took out some food from his storage bag from time to time and put it on the table.

Feeling that his stomach was about 40% full, Wei Songnian stopped eating and said with emotion:

“It feels like being alive again.”

"Eat more."

"If you eat more, you won't be able to swallow the fasting pills anymore."

Taking a handful of slightly bitter fasting pills every day, Wei Songnian felt that his practice was meaningless.

He paused and asked:
"Brother, when did you come to Mingfeng Mountain?"

Ji An was slightly stunned and replied:
"For two whole months, I've been here treating the wounded during the day and meditating at night. I've hardly ever gone out.

What is the current situation on the city wall? What are the casualties among the monks? "

He was so busy every day that he had lost track of the passage of time.

“I don’t know the exact statistics, but I estimate that the casualties among independent cultivators should be more than 50%, the casualties among the sect’s foundation-building cultivators should be more than 10%, and the casualties among the Qi-refining disciples should be about 40%.

Now the mountain protection formation must be activated for a long time to block the attack, and the uncle-master in the Chaoyuan period and the ancestors of each sect must also take turns to go into battle.

Alas, we are struggling these days.”

Wei Songnian was silent for a moment, then said:

"I feel like the mountain protection formation's defense isn't as strong as it used to be. Either the spiritual stones are being consumed too much to maintain, or the spiritual energy in the earth's veins has been drained too much, and the spiritual vein's quality is gradually failing to maintain."

Ji An was silent. If the answer was the latter, Mingfeng Mountain would not be able to be defended for long.

Once the quality of the spiritual vein decreases, the mountain protection formation will not be able to provide strong defense, and it will be even more difficult for cultivators to deal with the tidal attacks of monsters.

If the top management decides to evacuate, how to evacuate will become a problem.

The teleportation array cannot be used as a conventional means of retreat, and retreat is only possible through various flying magic tools such as spirit boats.

At that time, they will inevitably face the pursuit of the demon clan, and the road of retreat will inevitably be a bloody road. I don’t know how many cultivators will shed their blood in the sky.

At noon, in the desolate and forbidden area of ​​the mountains, the sun was high in the sky.

The independent cultivators didn't know what the current situation was like, and they were all anxiously waiting for the secret realm to open, hoping that their friends and family would return with treasures from the secret realm.

Everyone stood on tiptoe, looking forward to it.

Lin Jiuxiao and others drove the formation flags into the ground at a certain direction. A green light column rose up, reflecting a dark "curtain" in the air.

"My two fellow Taoists, let's get started!"

A three-story dark yellow tower flew out from the dantian of Zhenren Zhengyang. As soon as the magic weapon appeared, it emitted thousands of rays of light.

The tower grew taller in the wind, revealing a dense tapestry of forbidden treasures. This was his natal magical weapon, the Xuanhuang Pagoda, a defensive device that could also attack.

A yellow spiritual light enveloped the tower, and the pagoda began to spin. A beam of precious light condensed and blasted towards the revealed portal to the small world like a shock wave.

"boom!"

The precious light exploded, and huge ripples appeared in the black portal.

True Man Qingxu's magic weapon is a bronze ruler-shaped object with silver lines all over it.

The magic weapon flashed with gold and silver light, and the next moment it hit the portal. At this time, the light of the Xuanhuang Tower had just disappeared. The timing was just right.

The world portal was bombarded again, and the ripples became even bigger, as if a huge black wave was set off.

The magic weapon of Master Nanshan is a treasure wheel, shining with golden light and filled with a sharp aura.

The treasure wheel spun and flew towards the black portal, and after the collision, it exploded into thousands of golden lights.

The three Jindan Zhenren took turns to control their magic weapons to attack. After a while, the portal to the world was blasted open and the space channel appeared.

Two quarters of an hour passed and no one showed up.

The wandering cultivators felt something was wrong and began to whisper to each other.

Lin Jiuxiao's heart tightened, and he stared at the entrance with sharp eyes.

Logically speaking, many disciples should be waiting at the target location for the passage to open. According to the past, there should be about a hundred people coming out.

The channel is only open for two hours. If they miss the deadline, these disciples will have no chance to get out even if they want to.

"Are they all killed in action?"

A terrible thought arose in his mind. He certainly knew that the soul lamps of a large number of disciples who entered the secret realm had been extinguished.

Thinking of this, his heart ached.

Others can be sacrificed, but nothing must happen to Li Haoran, a disciple of Yingyue Peak!

As a cultivator with both a golden body and heavenly talent, such a disciple has already stepped half a foot into the Golden Core Stage.

Once the practice is complete, breaking through to the Golden Core Stage will be a sure thing.

This disciple has also comprehended the sword intent, and is no less capable than the top talents of the Zhongzhou sects.

Lin Jiuxiao turned his head and happened to look at Zhu Xiangrong. Both of them could see the other's nervousness.

He took a step forward and said:
"Grandmaster, would you like to send a few disciples in to take a look?"

Zhenren Zhengyang shook his head slightly, "Wait a little longer."

The situation inside is unknown. Due to the laws of the small world, they can only wait outside.

If any more disciples are sent, they can only be those in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

It would be meaningless for these disciples to go in. If the situation is dangerous, they might even be killed.

If no disciple shows up half an hour before the passage closes, it won’t be too late to send someone to investigate.

A moment later, a figure flew out from the passage, immediately attracting cheers from the wandering cultivators.

But their cheers just started and soon stopped abruptly.

The figure fell straight down, and it turned out to be a headless corpse, with blood still gushing from the neck.

The corpse was not wearing any iconic clothing, so it must be a casual cultivator.

"Isn't it said that the exit from the secret realm is built in a very safe location?"

The wandering cultivators started to make a commotion and rushed to the place where the body fell, trying to identify whether it was someone they knew.

"Quiet!"

Zhenren Nanshan spoke in anger, and the spiritual pressure of the Jindan cultivator surged out.

The scattered cultivators immediately shut up and became silent.

Like the Jinling Sect, Yuanhe Mountain also sent all its elite troops on this trip to the secret realm.

A secret resource realm that has been explored dozens of times and confirmed to be safe enough will of course be used to send skilled personnel to seize the resources.

The three sects use Qi to divide their spheres of influence, minimizing the possibility of conflicts among disciples in the secret realm.

Another figure flew out from the passage, wearing the standard Taoist robe of Luofeng Valley.

After the disciple came out, he immediately summoned the flying shuttle and looked around in panic, and saw his sect's team rushing over eagerly.

True Man Qingxu's expression eased slightly. If a disciple came out alive, he would be able to understand the situation inside and find out what had happened to cause such heavy casualties among the disciples.

Cultivators flew out of the secret realm one after another, including those from various sects and some independent cultivators.

Lin Jiuxiao saw a disciple returning and immediately asked:
"Are you injured? What happened in the secret realm?"

The disciple bowed and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

His Taoist robe was torn, his hands were shaking, and his face showed relief at having survived the disaster.

Zhenren Zhengyang felt his disciple's heartbeat like a dense drumbeat and said comfortingly:
"Don't be nervous, take a breath and speak slowly.

Jiuxiao, give him a pill to calm his soul."

The disciple was obviously too frightened and now he has lost his voice.

"Yes," Lin Jiuxiao agreed, shaking his head a little embarrassedly.

He looked at Zhu Xiangrong and said with bared teeth:

"Junior brother, I don't have this kind of elixir, do you?"

Monks can naturally calm their minds and spirits when meditating. This type of elixir is relatively rare.

He did have some elixirs that could nourish the soul, but it would be a waste to give them to his disciples.

Zhu Xiangrong also looked embarrassed and said:
"I don't have this kind of medicine."

While the two were talking, the disciple had recovered a little.

He coughed a few times and said hoarsely:
"Greetings to the ancestors and uncle-master, some independent cultivators who entered the secret realm used some unintelligible means and caused the monsters in the secret realm to riot.

Later, he even lured the Chaoyuan period monster in the forbidden area to the exit of the secret realm.

If Senior Brother Li Haoran hadn't united everyone and killed both of them, there probably wouldn't be any survivors."

At this moment, he still felt a lingering fear.

Lin Jiuxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in a calm tone:
"How is Haoran doing now? Why hasn't he come out?"

Being able to unite with the disciples to kill the Chaoyuan period monsters, this disciple will surely lead the sect to prosperity in the future.

"Senior Brother Li is incredibly brave. His battle with the Chaoyuan Stage monster turned out to be a blessing in disguise, perfecting his swordsmanship.

Right now, Senior Brother and several other Tianjiao disciples are fighting the remaining two Chaoyuan-stage monsters, buying time for everyone to retreat."

"Very good, you can go aboard the Spirit Boat and rest."

Lin Jiuxiao was completely relieved. Li Haoran was a famous swordsman with exceptional speed. He must have had an idea in mind when he chose to stay behind to cover the retreat.

After this battle, the opponent's reputation in the sect has increased significantly.

Liu Yu and Ge Luoying flew out of the secret realm one after another, each of them with injuries on their bodies, and their Taoist robes were tattered like beggars.

Their faces showed the determination to fight against fate for life and death, and their eyes were shining with brilliance, as if they were hiding sharpened swords.

Li Haoran was the last one to fly out of the secret realm. When the sword light passed by, crystal clear light blue ice particles floated in the air.

Those were ice crystals manifested by the sword intent, beautiful and deadly.

The sword light flew to the front of Jin Lingzong's spirit boat and stopped. He took out a black jade bottle and said gently:
"Greetings to the ancestor and the two uncles. I may have found the reason for this monster riot."

(End of this chapter)