MTL - Ten God Emperor-Chapter 34 Black tower

To become a spiritual master, it is no less than the realm of cultivation to Wu Wang, and even Wu Zun.

As a master in the spiritual profession, the spirits can complete refining such as constructing spiritual arrays, refining Fuxi and even medicinal herbs because of their tyrannical spirit and precise mental control. .

A strong clan will hire a group of senior priests to carry out the construction of the Guardian Guardian. Usually, they will pay hundreds of thousands of emoluments, which shows that this profession is precious and scarce.

Of course, if you want to be a spiritual master, you have to pay a much higher price than other spiritual professions. It is a prerequisite for having a congenital spirit in your brain. Secondly, you must have aggressive nature. Because of the structure of the spiritual array, Like building a house, it is extremely complicated. Every spiritual extraction and condensing must be indistinguishable. Otherwise, it will easily collapse in halfway. It takes a lot of time and mental energy to destroy it. This is also very mental. A big test.

Once there was a sorcerer who was able to consolidate because of the construction of a five-pronged squad, only the last step of the condensed eye, but it was destroyed by a moment of negligence, and the sorcerer who spent two years of effort could not accept it. The blow of the cruel reality has actually caused itself to explode and it is extremely embarrassing.

Like the spirituality of cultivation, the imperial division has a strict hierarchy, such as the spiritual, spiritual, spiritual, psychic, spiritual, spiritual, spiritual, spiritual, spiritual, spiritual, and In Xihe Yunzhou, the status of a great spiritual master is quite high. As for the psychic division, the entire Zhou area has not appeared for nearly a hundred years.

Yun Hing gaze at the bald monk in front of him, so that he can construct the strength of the nine-layered spirit array, at least the level above the psychic.

"Follow me." The monk turned and walked toward a quaint temple behind him. Yunche and Yunyue also did not hesitate to follow up.

The temple is not big, but the buildings inside are extremely beautiful. One wall and one tile are like craftsmen. Even the delicate patterns on the top are clearly visible. There are rockeries, ponds and even flowers and trees along the yard. The path goes inward, and the plaques of the four characters of the Daxiong Hall are hanged on the door, and they are full of Buddha.

"You are both a sorcerer, why do you dress up?" Yun Xi looked at his slick head and asked curiously.

The monk turned around and said with no expression: "You don't know, there are many annoyances in the dusty world, and the supreme mood of the imperial spirit is to forget people, and the Buddhist temple may be the best destination for our group."

Yun Yuezhen listened, Xiaomou suddenly dissatisfied and screamed, and said with indignation: "Seven emotions and six desires are human nature. If even this point is obliterated, I don't think there is anything good about this imperial spirit."

Yunchao is silent, but the monk is shaking his head and laughing. He solemnly said to Yun Yuexi: "Girl, the method of teaching the imperial spirit is unpredictable. If the person who is not enough is harmful, then you should go first. Look outside the scenery, how?"

"Can..." Yunyue 晗 looks intricately biting a rosy little mouth, looking up at the cloud break, his face is full of reluctance.

"Go, it's okay." Yun Xi took a shot of her shoulder, and the voice was mild.

"Well, okay." Yunyue Qiuqiu-like scorpion moved slightly, nodded, and looked slightly at the nostalgic look.

The temple door was slowly covered, and the half of the house was bright and dark.

The monk walked over to a huge Buddha statue and bowed heavily. Then he folded his hands and sat on a futon. He whispered, "Come here, sit here."

According to the monk, Yunchao sat on the opposite futon, and the roof just had a beam of light that covered his entire body.

The monk's body is covered in the shadows. He slowly raises his head. Because the light is dim, he can't see his look, but the cloud breaks faintly, and the outline of his mouth reveals a dark sorrow.

There was some confusion in Yunxin’s heart, and the monk raised his arm, extended his index finger, and gently clicked on his eyebrows.

"Oh..." An invisible mental force fluctuated, and Yunxiao felt that the fingertips had been poked on the eyebrows and began to become hot and hot.

The body of the monk shrouded in the shadows, and began to become faint and illusory.

"Are you okay?" It seemed that the breath in front of him suddenly became weak, and the cloud frowned and asked.

The monk in the dark revealed a weak smile and shook his head: "I don't get in the way."

Then, the fingers of the monk's outstretched also trembled slightly, and a deep sense of swaying rushed into the brain of Yunchao along the fingertips. It was this moment that the monk's eyes suddenly showed a horror. The meaning, the lips trembled: "This is... the **** of spirits?"

There are six grades in the coffin, which are divided into the best, the lower, the middle, the top, the holy and the god. The **** of the gods is the most superior. Usually the gods are only in the legendary ancient family. Moreover, the non-blood-stricken rumored disciple can't own it. The monk confessed that his qualifications were not low, but he was only a top-notch coffin. He never expected to be able to see the gods in his lifetime.

Feeling that the delicate gold-colored linger in the brain is slowly turning, the monk is so excited that the eyes are reddish, and the mouth mutters: "God... Is it really God? In my style When the candle was swaying, God sent the boy over, was it for me to wash the sins of the front body?"

When I think of it, the monk is very excited, and my heart has become extremely hot.

"What happened?" It seemed to be aware of the strangeness of the people in front of him. Yunchao asked again.

The look of the monk suddenly became solemn, his eyes slightly condensed, and he sighed out loudly: "Don't be distracted, hold your breath, concentrate the whole body's mental power on the coffin..."

"Yes!"

Suddenly, the sound of the drink makes the spirit of the cloud break a slight shock. At the moment, according to the monk, the whole body's mental strength is contracted, concentrated in the coffin, and quietly feels the subtle changes.

A sigh of dark black light rushed into his eyebrows along the fingertips. A stream of information, such as tearing the brain apart, slammed into the eyebrows, causing a suffocating pain. A cold breath.

He resisted the pain and remained calm, feeling the dark black light into his mind, a dark black nine-story exquisite tower began to rotate, the faint and shiny tower reveals a metallic texture, and the surface is entwined with fine and mysterious Ancient texts, even every character is clearly visible, like a beautiful art.

"Is this?" Yunxi felt the unusual fluctuations in the black little tower, and the heart could not help but provoke a storm.

The gentle drink of the monk resounded: "Put your way through the changes in its mental power trajectory, and then... inhale it into your coffin."

"Inhale this thing into the coffin?" Yun Xi stunned, just want to carefully observe this black little tower, I saw the small tower suddenly slanted over, a fierce breath suddenly ejected from it.