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Yu Ji actually went to apologize to Wen Yanke, but Wen Yanke accepted it with a cold face. For some reason, Wu Tang always felt very weird when he saw the scene of the two standing together.

On the one hand, it is not pleasing to the eye, on the other hand, Wu Tang always feels that there is an inexplicable similarity between the two people. They obviously have different eyebrows and eyes, and their expressions and postures are far away. Yu Ji looks very impressive. Beautiful as a picture scroll, but full of murderous intent everywhere, and Wen Yanke is like a sword drawn out of its sheath rather than bent.But Wu Tang always felt this way, especially when they were standing face to face.

For the next two days, Wutang practiced alchemy every day, and Wen Yanke's body became more and more spiritual, which was obviously a precursor to conceiving. He was anxious to help Wen Yanke make two pills to delay conceiving for him.

Although I don't know if it's useful or not, it still took a few talismans to find time.But he is not proficient in alchemy in drawing talismans, and the rate of forming talismans is not as high as that of forming alchemy, so he simply devotes all his attention to alchemy, so as not to waste time and waste natural resources and treasures.

This day, Wu Tang had just refined a batch of pills and distributed them to fellow disciples when he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance on the tip of his nose.

The strange fragrance came so strangely that Wu Tang subconsciously wanted to search for the source of the fragrance. When he stood up, Wen Yanke grabbed his wrist.

Wen Yanke's face was solemn, and her brows were slightly frowned: "Brother, be careful."

Wu Tang came back to his senses, realized that something was wrong with him just now, and quickly cast a spell of clearing his heart, looked around and found that most of his fellow students were in the same state as him just now.

"It's the white crane ginseng that has matured." Wen Yanke said softly, and at the same time the senior brother's voice transmission was also transmitted to Wu Tang, saying the same thing.

Since they took Yu Ji with them at first and said they were going to find a piece of Chiyue Precious Rock, they naturally had to avoid him when they talked about spiritual ginseng.

The eldest brother immediately summoned a flying sword to grow bigger, and carried all the fellow disciples and Yu Ji to fly towards the source of the strange fragrance.

As soon as everyone stepped on the flying sword, they heard the mountains shaking in the canyon, followed by the cries of the beasts, which made the flying sword shake twice, and the face of the elder brother who was driving the flying sword suddenly turned pale. , a smear of blood slowly seeped out of his mouth, he took out a elixir from the storage bag and took it, and his face slowly recovered.

The cries of this group of monsters came from the ground, obviously they have been waiting for this spiritual ginseng for a long time.

This call sign carried the power of cultivation, Wu Tang could hear the sea of ​​consciousness churning, as if he was going to vomit it out.

But fortunately, Wen Yanke's cultivation base was only one step away from Yuan Ying at this time, and his whole body was full of aura, sending Wutang a ray of aura to surround him, which relieved him a lot.

"I've never seen white crane ginseng before. I didn't expect it to emit such a bewitching smell when it's mature. No wonder it attracts so many monsters. This business must be extremely difficult." Wen Yanke lowered her voice next to Wutang's ear The sound transmission is encrypted.

Wu Tang nodded emphatically, even though he had refined so many pills, he was still worried that they would not be enough.

The flying sword fell rapidly like an arrow leaving the string, but the people on the flying sword were not affected at all.

This canyon is bottomless, even if the flying sword fell to the bottom of the valley at an extremely fast speed, it took half a stick of incense time, and they have checked the bottom of the valley countless times.

But at this time, there was a crack slowly opening from the valley where there was originally a cliff made of rocks. The crack widened and widened until it was as wide as one person and then stopped.

A burst of spiritual energy condensed into a white mist wrapped in a rich and seductive fragrance spread out from the crack, and the monks who were attracted by the poor state subconsciously wanted to step in directly, but fortunately, they were held back by the fellow disciples beside them.

But the cries of the group of beasts stopped inexplicably at this time, and after the scent came out, there was no smell or smoke coming out of the crack, revealing the clean and pitch-black crack, which was so quiet that it was a little strange.

"Do you want to go in?" Someone asked the elder brother.

Senior brother had just taken the elixir, although his face was still a little pale, but he was fine. This white crane spirit ginseng is the medicinal material that the master is looking for urgently.

They wanted to get it no matter what, there was absolutely no reason to back down after waiting more than half a month for this to happen.

"Go in, follow me." Eldest brother gritted his teeth, clenched his sword and stepped in first.

Wu Tang walked in the middle, followed by Wen Yanke, who worriedly told him in a low voice: "Follow me closely, don't go blind."

"Alright..." Wen Yanke tightened her grip on Wu Tang's wrist.

The moment he entered the crack and the light was about to disappear, Wu Tang subconsciously glanced back at Yu Ji who had fallen at the end of the line. Yu Ji curled his lips slightly after noticing his gaze, and Wu Tang finally let go tone.

Once Wu Tang entered, the crack was only as wide as one person. It was too narrow and opaque, and there was darkness everywhere. It even cut off his consciousness, making Wu Tang feel like an ant in a cave, and could only follow the same door in front of him. Walk.

The further you go in, the more bitterly cold it becomes. Wu Tang's limbs soon became stiff from the cold, and every step he took was extremely difficult, and he even had tinnitus. He shivered and felt that the cold was the same as he felt in the ice cave before. Quite similar, the further he walked, the more he felt something was wrong, and his heart flustered violently.

Wu Tang wanted to tell the elder brother who was walking in the front that there was something wrong with the crack.But his consciousness was cut off and he couldn't transmit sound, so he could only shout with his voice.

He yelled, but his throat was a little hoarse due to freezing and he couldn't make a sound. He circulated a circle of spiritual energy in his body, and then he felt a little better. He yelled this time, but he waited for a while, but he didn't hear it. No response.

Wu Tang's heart became more and more flustered, this narrow crack was like some kind of sound-absorbing magic weapon, it didn't know whether it was sucking his voice or the senior brother's voice completely.

Wu Tang hastily stopped the steps she had only known to move forward stiffly, and was going to tell Wen Yanke that something was wrong, and tell the fellow disciples behind to back out quickly.

But unexpectedly, Wen Yanke, who was supposed to bump into Wu Tang's body due to inertia, did not bump into Wu Tang's body.

Wu Tang brushed cold sweat all over his back, he fished back with trembling hands, Wen Yanke, who was following closely behind him and pulling him, was gone.

He turned around sharply, but he couldn't tell the direction in the dark, and he didn't even know whether his current direction was the exit. He walked anxiously for two steps but bumped into a flat and cold wall. He turned around in a hurry and walked in another direction. After two steps, he hit the wall again, and went around three or four times.

Wu Tang made a trick and jumped into the air, but was knocked down by an ice wall the next moment. He squatted on the ground covering his head, realizing that for some reason he had entered a narrow ice cave that was closed everywhere.

But what was different from the first time was that this ice cave was narrower and still dark, just like the folk coffins he had heard about, completely sealing him in it.

Wu Tang even wanted to cast a spell to escape, but neither the ground nor the ice wall was the same as the first time.

No matter what spells he used, he couldn't use the slightest bit, and he would also suck the spiritual energy from his body. The same situation caused a biting cold to spread from Wu Tang's heart to his limbs.

It took Wu Tang an hour, all kinds of spells were exhausted, and most of the spiritual energy in his body was consumed.Although he didn't know why he was sealed in the ice cave last time, but last time at least Yu Ji broke the ice cave with a whip and took him out.

And this time he was also sealed here for some unknown reason, but he was the only one left, which made him know that no matter what methods he tried, he just couldn't break through the ice cave.

For the first time, Wu Tang began to hate his own low level of cultivation, if only he could have a higher level of cultivation.

Even if it is like Wen Yanke, the junior brother, maybe he can pick up the sword and break through the ice wall, instead of the absurd and desperate situation like now, with only a bunch of useless pills and spells on his body, like guarding the treasure but not even protecting himself Incompetent trash.

Wu Tang didn't let himself despair for too long, fortunately this time he still had a lot of elixirs to restore his aura, which could sustain him for a long time. He took two elixirs to restore his aura.

But after Wu Tang finished a bottle of elixir, he gradually discovered that the surrounding ice walls seemed to be able to realize that he was relying on the elixir to replenish his spiritual energy, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy from him was getting faster and faster.

In the beginning, Wu Tang could last for half an hour after eating one pill, but gradually it took two or three pills to last for half an hour.Until the end, even if a whole bottle of medicine was poured down, it couldn't keep up with the speed at which the aura was being sucked away.

In the end, Wu Tang dropped an empty pill bottle all over the floor, fell to the ground in despair and passed out. Before he passed out, he seemed to hear Yu Ji's clear and pleasant voice.

When Wu Tang woke up again, his whole body was covered with warmth. He didn't know what was under his body, it was very soft, like a cloud, he could easily sink into it, and his body, which was still trapped in the bone-chilling memory, slowly changed. It even started to heat up slowly.

His body was a little hot, his head was dizzy, his throat was sore and his limbs were sore, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

In Wu Tang's long memory, he seemed to have had this kind of feeling before, and that was when he was just born less than two years old.

But since he established the foundation, he has never been there, and the memory of the monks is very good.Even a baby can remember things clearly. He still remembers when his master held him as a baby and said to his parents after taking the pulse: "It's typhoid fever. Go to the folk clinic at the foot of the mountain to get two medicines and torture them for you." He'll be fine if he drinks it."

While Wu Tang was in a daze, an old voice seemed to be heard next to her ears: "In my opinion, Miss is greedy for cold and playing with water during the day, and she contracted typhoid fever, and can be cured by taking two doses of medicine."

Wu Tang snorted coldly, it was a joke, he was already at the golden core stage, how could he still have typhoid fever?

He woke up in a daze, opened his eyes, and in front of him was a veil the color of a concubine Xiang.

"Wake up, Miss wake up!"

Wu Tang's consciousness is still not quite clear, following the source of the voice, a young girl who caught her eyes was holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, her black eyes were wide open, and she put the medicine in a hurry. On the table, he ran out the door, yelling one after another that the lady woke up and didn't know who to tell the good news.

Wu Tang stared blankly at the girl going out, her eyes fell on the attire in the room.

There was a beauty puppet next to the pillow, and a half-embroidered round fan on the head of the bed. Playing the guqin.

No matter how you look at this place, everything looks weird. The cultivation places that monks open up for themselves are usually caves, and living casually by the mountains has never been so delicately arranged for the enjoyment of foreign objects.

Even though Wu Tang is used to being criticized by others for collecting things for enjoyment, the cave houses are filled with alchemy and cinnabar and magic tools used for cultivation.Instead of these objects that he couldn't understand and didn't know what they were.

As far as Wu Tang knew, the only ones who arranged the cave in this way were ordinary people at the foot of the mountain.

How could he be in the dwelling place of mortals?

Wu Tang clearly remembered that he was sealed in an ice cave before he fell into a coma, mortals must not be able to rescue him from there, it must be a fraud.

Wu Tang subconsciously wanted to summon his golden bell, but when he raised his hand, he found that his wrist was empty, and his sea of ​​consciousness was also empty, and he could not find the spiritual connection with Jinling.

He suddenly fell into an ice cave, and even found that he could not feel the existence of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, not even the meridians and dantian where the spiritual energy circulated normally, rather than being unable to find the spiritual connection with Jin Ling.

Could it be that he became a mortal?

Wu Tang's palms were trembling, he couldn't have become a mortal for no reason, maybe he inadvertently took away the mortal's home?

He hurriedly lowered his head to check his body, and found that his wrists and body were extremely slender.But the small mole on the ankle and other features remain, and the body is his own.It's just like going back a few years and becoming about 16 years old.

But even at the age of 16, he has already established his foundation, so it is impossible for him to be in this mortal body without aura.

Wu Tang was so anxious that she planned to get out of bed to find out what was going on.But before he had time to get out of bed, the girl went out, and the hurried footsteps had just gone away before turning back, and she came back with a middle-aged beautiful woman behind her, and sat in front of his bed.

The rings of the middle-aged beautiful woman were ringing, her apricot eyes were full of tears, she wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and she acted like a weak willow supporting the wind, and she called him with a single mouth: "Daughter..."