"I felt the road under my feet had a faint breath!" Qian Chen mixed in the crowd and spoke.
Hearing this, the black-faced man who was forced to walk in front of him had all his hair blown up. He hurriedly turned around and said, "Who, who is it? Say such unlucky words. Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah,... There is no taboo!"
The old monk who smoked a dry tobacco said quietly: "Doesn't there be a ghost breath? Is it the road we are walking under our feet? That is the tomb path... the path that the dead people walk, also called the Huangquan Road."
After the group of scattered cultivators entered, the aristocratic family followed behind. Lei Yu looked at them behind Qian Chen and others, preparing to use them to try out the dangers here.
The green ox wandered at the intersection for a long time, and watched for a long time. Seeing the luck of death and great extinction, as these people entered, a trace of vitality evolved. The more they looked, the stranger they became. Finally, I couldn't help but be curious, lifted my hooves and took a tentative step.
It murmured in his heart: "It seems that this murderous intent was not for me!"
Then he stepped in with his second hoof, Tao Kan wondered behind him: "Lingzun, why did you get in!"
"I'll try it in, I won't move around!" Qingniu swears: "Don't follow in... There is no retreat on this road, and you can only find another exit if you go in."
As he said that, Qingniu followed Qian Chen and others into the tomb passage step by step.
Tao Kan looked at the unreliable Qingniu, looked speechless, gritted her teeth and walked up to the tomb passage.
On both sides of the lamp path, some bronze figurines were half kneeling on the ground, while others stood up in different postures, except for the ancient bronze snakes on their bodies, or were fighting, harping, sucking, holding a snake, holding a light.
Lei Yu kept paying attention to the bronze figurines on both sides until he saw a snake figurine - a bronze dragon and snake hanging from his ears along his chest, and a dragon and snake holding lamp above his head.
His face was solemn, but he never spoke.
But among the casual cultivators, someone exclaimed: "The God of Snake Fucking!"
Most of the casual cultivators in front can have several Taoist calligraphy techniques, all of which have been passed down. These allusions involving the ancient Tianxia, ​​Tianshang and Tianzhou are obviously unheard of things, so some people wondered: "What is the God of Snake Fucking?"
"In ancient times, there was a god who carries snakes. Snakes are yin and belong to the underworld. Dragons are yang and are the earth veins. Doing dragons and snakes is the mountain gods and earth gods. They are mostly seen in the three ancient times. After the Jade Emperor established the Heavenly Court, he abolished them. He dared to use the gods who carve snakes as the lamp holder of human figurines. It can be seen that these gods were no longer orthodox at that time. It should be the end of the day and the princes arose together!"
Qian Chen felt like he had returned to his previous life and explained to everyone familiarly.
Just now, he thought Lei Yu would explain a few things, but unexpectedly, this person was quite cunning and everything was hidden in his heart, forcing Qian Chen to ask and answer questions and explain the proud things he had arranged. He had studied so many large tombs in his previous life, and it was the first time he had arranged them himself. Qian Chen's various arrangements were quite proud, and he wanted to explain them one by one to everyone.
Many of his classmates' biggest dream was to preside over digging a large tomb, but Qian Chen was different. He wanted to design one by himself.
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At this time, a mummy suddenly appeared next to the tomb passage ahead. The man knelt on the ground, leaned against the bronze figure, grabbed his throat with both hands, and was wearing the Jin family's clothing.
An elder of the Jin family following behind exclaimed: "Lao Qi! Although Lao Qi's life is about to end, his cultivation level is still at its peak. How could he die here?"
Qian Chen continued to whisper, "I can still maintain my cultivation without declining, and I must have used evil methods. The man's two canine teeth were sharp, so it should be done by refining corpses to maintain his cultivation. He needs to take blood food every day to maintain his physical body."
The elder of the Jin family turned around angrily and said, "Who? Who is talking nonsense?"
This place is strange. He was only a few feet away, but he couldn't tell who was talking.
The old cultivator observed carefully and said solemnly: "What he did is not important now. What is important is to figure out how he died!"
"Using the method of refining corpses to prolong life, he must be extremely sensitive to the vitality of blood and energy. He is afraid that he will be exhausted and angry if he moves the bronze lamp next to this road!"
Qian Chen continued to force himself.
"Ancient Bronze Lantern!" The elder of the Jin family looked up at the bronze lamp of the human figurine beside the mummy. He observed carefully and found that the palm of the seventh elder's hand, which was twisted like a chicken's feet, seemed to be holding something...
"The method of ceremonial lanterns is to draw gold and record the simple text. When practicing vegetarian food and practice, it is the most urgent task to burn incense and burn incense. Incense conveys the heart and expresses faith, and the above is the true spirit: the lamp breaks the dark candle and opens the spring at night. In the long night, the soul is stagnant, and the soul is stagnant. Only by riding on this light can we be liberated." Qian Chen sighed quietly: "These eternal lanterns are arranged at the entrance of the earth's veins and caves. They should be extraordinary magic tools."
At this time, the casual cultivators around him had already surrounded him, and someone asked in a low voice: "Is that bronze lamp a magic weapon?"
"A dozen lights have passed along the way! They are all magic weapons, so aren't there magic weapons everywhere on this road?" said the black-faced man excitedly.
"Then you have to be alive!" The old monk squatted down and knocked on the smoke pot and said, "Didn't you see an old monster named Jiedan, all dead there?"
"Is this magic weapon a set of bronze lamps on the entire road, or is each lamp a magic weapon?" A young monk from overseas turned to Qian Chen and asked, and Qian Chen frowned slightly: "Each piece should be a complete magic weapon."
The elder of the Jin family also saw clearly the person who had just spoken. His eyes looked at Qian Chen with malicious intentions and said, "You, go up and take a look!"
Qian Chen didn't even bird him with him, and stood there sneered. The elder of the Jin family was furious and poked out a big hand of true energy and grabbed it forward.
But in order to investigate the seven elders, he had already run to Qian Chen. Now he has to take action against Qian Chen who is behind him, so he has to take a few steps back.
Unexpectedly, when the real energy hand was grabbed backward, the bronze lamps on both sides of the road were lit up a little, as if something was burning.
The real energy hand is getting smaller and smaller as it moves forward. After coming to Qian Chen, only a little bit of energy is left to condense and form.
Only then did the cultivators realize that the elder of the Jin family who came to Qian Chen took a step, the white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face had a lot more. By the third step, he had already noticed something was wrong and started to wail, but it was already too late.
The flesh on his face and the tendons on his arms were falling down, falling to the ground and turning into ashes. In the end, only a bone was left, and he fell weakly in the third step.
The lights of the bronze figures on both sides of him had turned white and were much brighter than before. It was not until he turned into bones that gradually became darker again.
Before the bones, Qian Chen shook his head and sighed: "Don't you know? You can't turn back on this road!"
Later, the monks from the Jin family issued murderous intent, locked Qian Chen firmly, and asked, "Tell me quickly, what's going on? What method did you use to harm the fifth elder? Why can't you turn back here?"
Qian Chen smiled and said, "This bronze lamp is made of vitality. If you want to be refined into lamp oil, you can have a louder sound!"
When the Jin family monk saw that the lights beside him were slightly brighter, he was so scared that he quickly calmed down his breath and did not dare to move again.
Qian Chen smiled and said, "Is this the way to save life and prolong life? As the saying goes, once you calm down and live forever, your breath will be leaked when you move too much. The light next to you will sense the fire of life on your head is burning!"
The words came out, and the casual cultivators beside him held their breath, and the black-faced man kept gestured at Qian Chen. Qian Chen leaned over and asked, "What did you say?"
The black-faced man shook his head wildly, then suddenly thought of something, stopped immediately, and moved his head little by little like a turtle, making a move. A casual cultivator next to him probably practiced some turtle breathing technique, and his breathing was long and long.
The old monk who was smoking said calmly: "I'm almost dead, I'm not afraid. Why are you nervous? Didn't you see this young gentleman talking normally? If you move, you'll die of old age. Can I live like a turtle!"
Qian Chen smiled and said, "Just seal the breath and do not use magic power to activate it. If you breathe normally, you will only spend twice your life. It is just one moment or two minutes. Even if you stay on this road for a day, you will only spend one more day of your life."
After saying that, the group of casual cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. The black-faced man smiled very unrestrainedly at the monks of the aristocratic family. He wanted to hit me if you had the aristocratic family. The casual cultivators were not afraid of the threats of the aristocratic family. They stood there, holding their arms and sneered at the monks of the aristocratic family who asked them to walk on the road.
"It's better for the old man to understand the matter!" Qian Chen turned around and looked at the old monk, but saw him froze there like a wooden man, and couldn't help laughing and said, "What's the old man doing?"
"Later...being...ah!" The old monk said quietly like a turtle: "I...but...not...like...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...you...live...a little more time...a day...are...good..."
"The old man is joking! No matter how short his life span is, I don't care about this!"
The old monk raised three fingers, and Qian Chen said in surprise: "Old sir, only three years of life left?"
"Three...gods!"
The old monk said word by word.
"Are you still here to take risks in three days?" the black-faced monk shouted, roaring that the oil lamp beside him lit up a little. His liver trembled and his tone quickly lowered.
"Are ready to be buried here!"
"No wonder you always come in so happily." The black-faced monk turned dark. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to tell.
Qian Chen turned to look at the bronze lamp where the seventh elder of the Jin family died, and sighed: "Then you can take a risk..."
He pointed to the bronze lamp there and said, "The Taoist sect has the technique of adding oil to life. The life lamp above the bronze man figurine here has been burning for no reason, and it has absorbed the vitality of dragon energy from this earth vein spiritual acupoint. The oil in the lamp has become a treasure for prolonging life! With just one drop, it can continue... one, two, three..."
He counted: "It can last you about three years of your life."
At this moment, everyone's eyes suddenly burst into terrifying heat when they looked at the bronze lamp beside the road, just like a wolf seeing meat, especially the old monsters who raised their lives in aristocratic families, with green light in their eyes, which made people frightened.
There was a pool of lamps under the bronze lamps on both sides.
If it is refined, it will probably have a lifespan of thousands of years.
How can you tell them not to be crazy?
Of course, the technique of adding oil and injecting life has its limits. It can only extend one-third of its life span, and it will also overlap with some methods of prolonging life.
But the most magical thing about the Taoist method is that it overrides most of the methods of prolonging life. The increased life span is the life span. There is no need to pretend to be a ghost, use the aura of the underworld to avoid death, and there will be no various future problems.
But although these lamps seem to be full of lamp oil, Qian Chen has just arranged it. These lamps must be kept in a place where the earth's veins are full of vitality for one year before they can gather the lamp oil that will prolong their life for one year, which is one-third.
Now that the lamp oil in the lamp has just been laid out, it is actually empty.
Only when the two old monsters with elixirs were burned by the life lamp, a few drops of lamp oil were condensed.
Although the life quality of the old monster Jiedan is better, the life spans produced by using various methods of prolonging life are relatively low. The seven elders of the Jin family have already mixed with their yin and yang life, so they can only condense a drop of lamp oil after burning thirty years of life span. He consumed his entire source and condensed two drops of lamp oil.
The real big head is the fifth elder who took action against Qian Chen. He added about ten drops of lamp oil to the lamps on both sides. Because they are both longevity and a elixir monk, the realm of Dharma communication will be changed for about five years.
Except for the two lamps that Qian Chen pointed out, the rest of the place was all added to the fuel.
The old monk looked at Qian Chen deeply and sighed: "Thank you for your advice from the younger generation, but my life lamp has only one thread that has not yet been extinguished. I am afraid that when I arrive in front of the lamp, the fire will be enough to take me away."
He took a deep breath of the smoke pot and resolutely walked towards the two lamps.
The old monk stared at the light deeply, and was already fully focused and devoted himself to it. As long as he used his magic power, he would instantly be exhausted by the life lamp. As long as he breathed heavier, he might die.
So he could only lock his own vitality with a secret method. At this moment, he hunched his back, like a big turtle shell behind him, holding a copper smoke pot in his right hand, and it seemed like he had slowly set it a hundred times slower and approached the light.
Qian Chen continued: "The bronze snake is the key to protecting the oil in the lamp. As long as it detects a trace of your breath, it will be in danger of being killed by it. This bronze lamp magic weapon may not be powerful in other places, but on this furnace, it will be difficult to seize life with the power of the formation."
"Let the bronze snake look back!"
"You can't use your mana, you can't reveal a trace of your breath, and you have to force the bronze snake to look back and steal the lamp oil!" The black-faced man said: "Who knows whether your boy is saying true or false, but it sounds quite reliable."
The old monk gently approached the cigarette holder and sucked a wisp of smoke. The smoke penetrated into his internal organs. Finally, he came to the bronze snake and slowly exhaled a breath of smoke. The young man in the Lei family sneered in a low voice: "Everyone said that the bronze snake should not find the breath, but he was still exhaling. Is he crazy?"
Lei Yu glared at him and sternly said, "Huaner! Shut up!"
Among the group of casual cultivators, some shook their heads and frowned.
But Qian Chen nodded secretly. It was indeed an old man. He could see through the key points based on just a few words he revealed.
The wisp of smoke was gray and white, filled with the decayed aura, but the old monk was about to end his life and the decayed aura in his body sprayed out with the smoke. The decayed aura even covered up the vitality in it. As an existence that was extremely sensitive to life and seized life, the copper snake was also extremely disgusted with the decayed aura.
This is a truth that Qian Chen did not say, but the old monk secretly understood.
He only has three days of life left, and the vitality in his body is extremely weak. Only when the decayed energy is so smoothly concealed. Therefore, as long as he reveals a trace of flaw, he will die. In fact, he is also the person who is most likely to obtain the life oil in the lamp.
The bronze dragon and snake were wandering around by this mouth of smoke containing the decayed aura, looking back and then the old monk quickly poked out the smoke pot and used a drop of lamp oil at the lamp mouth.
The lamp oil dripped, and he had only had time to catch three drops, and his breath was closed to his limit, but the old monk slowly withdrew his tobacco pot step by step, slowly retreating, just as the heat of Tathagata was calm.
Qian Chen even admired it even more. How many people can still maintain their initial caution and do their best when they are done and are ecstatic?
The old monk slowly returned to the middle of the road, holding the dry tobacco. One and two sips, as the smoke was breathed out, the gray hair on his head turned black, and most of the decayed aura on his body was dissolved.
Just before everyone's eyes, the old monk's vitality suddenly recovered 70%. From him, the old man who unlocked the method of maintaining life and maintaining his form, he was old and dying, suddenly returned to the normal appearance of an old man.
All the cultivators present were shocked. The old monsters of Jiedan were even more excited and their wrinkles were stretched out. Their thin bodies were trembling. Someone murmured: "The method of prolonging life, the legendary Taoist sect's method of adding oil to life, actually exists!"
"Leave the remaining dry tobacco, I am willing to exchange it for hundreds of acres of spiritual fields!" An old monster from the Lei family shouted.
The old monk seemed to have never heard of it and clasped his fists at Qian Chen and said, "Thank you for your advice, brother."
Qian Chen smiled and said, "Why should you be so polite? I am so old, there is no need to take such risks. This method of prolonging life is useless to me. It is just right to give me a destiny!"
The old monsters present yelled in their hearts: "I want...I need it!"
The old monster from the Lei family quickly turned to Qian Chen and said, "Sir... Sir, what are the taboos in this method of prolonging life? Please tell me secretly. One message, I will give you a hundred real talismans!"
Another elder of the Jin family said: "As long as you honestly explain, you will not blame the two elders of the Jin family!"
There were also old monsters who had slowly gone towards the bronze ancient lamps on both sides. The whole process held their breath and even turned themselves into stone statues. For a moment, there were old monsters who were learning from the turtle everywhere, and even Lei Yu was a little moved, but his life was not halfway through, but he was not so anxious.
Moreover, according to Qian Chen's guidance, the more life expectancy is, the greater the chance of success.
If the vitality is too strong, there will be no chance.
Chapter completed!