Man is in the heavens, parasites are born

Chapter 92 The Price of Action (Subscription Request)
In the outside world, Shi Hao was sitting cross-legged in the corner of the Sutra Library, holding a piece of golden treasure bone in his hand.

"It's the precious bone of the descendant of Kunpeng. It's a good opportunity to see the difference between the precious technique inherited from the precious bone and the youth version of Kunpeng's technique that I derived." Fang Ming's mind moved, and he swept his spiritual sense and immersed himself in the precious bone.

As soon as he explored, a picture appeared in front of Fang Ming's eyes. A huge Kun fish tens of thousands of miles long jumped out of the boundless ocean, and then turned into a black and golden roc, rushing straight out of the ninth heaven.

Fang Ming's powerful spiritual consciousness imprinted the various changes recorded in the treasure bone, and verified them with the youth version of Kunpeng method he had deduced.

Soon, he completed the fusion of the two magic techniques.

"The magic technique passed down by this descendant of Kunpeng is also based on the changes of yin and yang. It can only be regarded as a supplement to the magic technique I deduced." Fang Ming was not disappointed.

It won't be long before he gets the real Kunpeng Method, so there's no need to rush.

What he wants is the process, not the result.

"Oh, this golden bone of the descendant of Kunpeng is really complicated. If there was another powerful Tianpeng magic, I would definitely be able to understand this treasure bone." Shi Hao stood up and scratched his head in annoyance.

It has been almost a month since he got this golden bone, but he still hasn't been able to fully comprehend the mystery within it.

It’s just because the magic in the golden bone is not complete. It is not a complete original treasure bone and it has defects.

This makes it more difficult to comprehend.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom" sound, and the huge Sutra Library shook violently, with creaking sounds constantly heard.

A major earthquake occurred in the area where the Butian Pavilion was located. Even though many palaces were blessed with runes, it was difficult to stabilize them, and large areas of the palaces collapsed.

Shi Hao rushed out of the Sutra Repository and saw several towering sacred mountains collapsing, raising clouds of dust.

Huge cracks spread out, and the entire earth seemed to be collapsing!
"What happened?" A pair of golden wings appeared behind Shi Hao. He soared into the sky, eager to know what happened.

With just a little sensing, he sensed the root cause.

Those were the fluctuations coming from the direction of the sacrificial spirit in the Butian Pavilion. It was obvious that a fierce battle had led to the current scene.

Looking into the distance, there is a huge vine that is extremely thick. Its roots are like pillars that tower into the sky. It is extremely thick, and its leaves wrapped in chaotic mist cover the sky. It looks amazing.

Two huge monsters are besieging the old vine. One is a humanoid creature with white wings and a vertical eye between its eyebrows. The other is a huge demon bird with its body wrapped in a fiery red demon cloud.

In the sky, the runes of the Tao are densely packed, and the sound of the Tao is rumbling.

Facing the siege from the two, the old vine from the Butian Pavilion was at ease. The vine roots forked and turned into the sharpest spears, piercing through the two.

No matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free, as if they were strung together by gourd vines.

Blood with a five-colored glow and blood like flames spilled onto the ground, gathering into flowing rivers of blood.

"The laws of heaven and earth in the lower realm are quite incomplete. It's not a normal small world. Just the realm of the Venerable has caused such great destructive power!" Fang Ming was watching the battle and felt very emotional.

In the lower realm, a fight between cultivators at the Venerable Realm could reduce an area of ​​100,000 miles to ashes.

On the old demon's side, the destructive power that a Mahayana cultivator can cause is just like that, and only the stronger ones can do that.

Of course, this does not mean that Mahayana monks are equivalent to the venerables in this world.

The reason why it can have such destructive power is, firstly, that the cultivation system of this world is relatively strong in breaking external forces, and secondly, that the laws of heaven and earth in the lower world are incomplete and the great way is incomplete.

A shrill scream echoed throughout the field, and the green vines of the Bu Tian Pavilion Old Vine shook. The venerable figure with wings on his back and vertical eyes was torn apart by the roots that passed through it.

The blood with five-colored glow flowed down, just like the collapse of the sky.

The roots of the old vine were extremely flexible, weaving through the air. Bursts of rosy light rose up and turned into colorful smoke and clouds that sank into the body of the old vine in the Butian Pavilion, to be refined and absorbed by him.

At the same time, a green gourd accompanied by chaotic mist suddenly fell down and hit the struggling demon bird. With a "puff", the huge and boundless demon bird turned into blood mist on the spot.

The emerald green leaves on the old vine shook, and all the blood mist in the sky was absorbed and refined by him.

The two venerables came quickly and left quickly.

This old vine had once ignited the divine fire, and now it was about to pass away. Its strength was not something that an ordinary venerable could challenge.

Coming closer, Shi Hao looked at the silent old vine with dim eyes. He knew that this was the old vine sacrificed by the Butian Pavilion, which was trying to gather its energy for a battle and would soon pass away.

Lao Teng had told him some time ago that he was about to die.

Soon many senior executives of the Butian Pavilion also arrived.

"Don't be sad for me. There is life and there is death. This is the law of the world!" The old vine's tired voice came, and it comforted Shi Hao instead.

"Is there really no way?" Shi Hao was a little unwilling.

He had a good impression of this old vine, having received guidance on it before.

"There is no way. The deadline is approaching, unless we can find the real life-extending elixir!" Lao Teng's voice was filled with a hint of a carefree smile.

Even at the critical moment, it was able to see such an outstanding disciple. It had already let go and felt very relieved. Shi Hao's eyes rolled, and he reached out and took a finger-knuckle-sized, golden seed from his hair. He whispered, "Senior Xuantian, do you have any solution? Master Ji Ling is really kind."

Before Fang Ming could say anything, the leaves on the old vine shook, and an old voice came: "There is no need to trouble Senior Xuantian. I know my situation very well."

Fang Ming's existence had long been known to the people of the Butian Pavilion, and this sacrificial spirit had also been informed of his existence.

They didn't dare to disturb Fang Ming, because no one in the entire sect could see through Fang Ming's depth.

This sacrificial spirit won’t work either!
"I have a way, but this old and decayed gourd vine may not be usable." Fang Ming's calm voice came out.

Shi Hao's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly asked, "Senior Xuantian, what's the solution?"

"The method is very simple. Let it transfer its soul into the green gourd, and then use its own Tao principles to cut off the connection with the main root. There is a certain probability that it will survive." Fang Ming said.

This method was exactly the method of Nirvana that he had used before to break free from his own limitations and achieve blooming and bearing fruit, which would lead to his death.

The reason why he was able to succeed was that the Dao principles he comprehended were strong enough to cut off the connection between himself and the body of the immortal vine. At the same time, the life essence accumulated in the world within the seed was also rich enough.

He had accumulated enough knowledge and with various blessings, he succeeded easily.

But the same cannot be said for this old vine. It can be seen that the old vine has not accumulated much and may not succeed.

However, even if it succeeds, it still needs to start over, which can be regarded as an alternative next life.

The head of the Bu Tian Pavilion's eyes lit up, and he said solemnly, "Master Ji Ling, Senior Xuan Tian's method might be worth a try."

"No." Old Teng's voice was calm, and he looked at life and death with indifference. "This method is very good, but after using this method, you can't protect the Bu Tian Pavilion. You can't stop those venerables!"

Even if it succeeds in growing from a vine to a seed, it will no longer have the current combat power and may even fall into a deep sleep. When those venerables attack, the Butian Pavilion does not have a single venerable now and will certainly not be able to resist.

"Master Ji Ling, we have already started to move. Please allow Master Ji Ling to enter Nirvana and be reborn in the future!" The leader of the Butian Pavilion pleaded, his face full of anxiety.

However, this time the sacrificial spirit fell completely silent and did not give them any response, as if it had passed away.

After begging for a long time, these people left.

During this period, they did not ask Fang Ming to protect Butian Pavilion.

How could they, without any relatives or friends, invite such a powerful being? There was no way they, the Butian Pavilion, could afford such a price!
Sitting on a bluestone in the dilapidated courtyard, Shi Hao looked a little sad.

He knew that the Butian Pavilion might be about to be destroyed. If nothing unexpected happened, there would be no Butian Pavilion for a long time.

Perhaps it will not be possible to re-establish the Butian Pavilion until those disciples who were sent out grow up.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Shi Hao looked conflicted, as if he was thinking about something important.

After a while, he placed the small tower tied to his hair and the golden seed transformed from Fang Ming's Nirvana on the bluestone in front of him and said softly, "I would like to ask you two to help the Butian Pavilion. I wonder what the price is?"

Although the knuckle-sized bone tower had never made a sound, Shi Hao knew that this bone tower was no ordinary one and was extremely powerful.

When they were in the Baiduan Mountains, this bone tower and the seed that was transformed from the immortal root's nirvana had left for a short time.

"I don't want to be tainted by too much karma in this world." A shimmering light emerged from the knuckle-sized ancient pagoda, and a calm voice rang out, "This world is balanced, governed by karma and equal exchange. You can ask me to help, but you'll need to offer me various rare divine materials."

"Sacrifice? What is needed?" Shi Hao asked.

"Various rare divine materials, such as Chaos Soil, Sun Stone, Moon Stone, the flesh and blood of pure-blooded ferocious beasts, and divine bones..." Xiaota said calmly, his voice calm and composed. "For example, to resolve the crisis at the Bu Tian Pavilion this time, all we need is a piece of Sun Stone."

Shi Hao's face fell when he heard this. He didn't have any of these things.

Not to mention that he doesn't have it, even the Butian Pavilion can't have it.

Sunstone is formed after the sun in the starry sky was cut down. It is an extremely precious material for refining weapons and can be refined into a treasure.

As for the lunar stone, it is also a similar object, which was formed when the lunar star was cut down. It is equally precious.

"Even if you sell me, I can't get a piece of sunstone in exchange!" Shi Hao muttered in a low voice, very disappointed.

The little tower remained silent and fell silent.

"Senior Xuantian." Shi Hao's eyes turned and looked at the golden seed on the other side. He whispered, "What is the price for Senior's action?"

"It's not impossible for me to help. As for the reward, you can owe it to me first and talk about it later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden seed the size of a finger joint trembled, and a golden light flashed. A hazy and illusory figure with an unclear face emerged. It was Fang Ming's incarnation of consciousness.

"Really?" Shi Hao's eyes lit up, and then he asked, "What does Senior Xuantian need as a price for his attack?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Fang Ming smiled and said, "Don't rush. Maybe I'll have to wait until you've achieved great success and reached the pinnacle of your cultivation before I make any requests!"

(End of this chapter)