I don't know how long it has passed, it seems very long, and it seems very short, the sky outside is getting dark, the moon is sparse, and the night is falling.
In this dark night, the bronze oil lamp in the temple shook slightly, as if there was a figure in the wick, looking up at the moonlight...
In the temple, there are more shadows, which are reflected by the light of fire. With the shaking of the lights, these shadows seem to be dancing.
Meng Hao's clothes faded unknowingly, becoming gray, and some incompleteness appeared, as if in this cross-legged, his clothes have gone through the years, and there have been vicissitudes of life.
And his figure seems to have this feeling, as if his soul is no longer here, but returned to the ancient dojo, listening to the Taoist sound, and the soul has contaminated the body, causing the body in this life to show the vicissitudes of life.
late at night…
Suddenly, a cry came out, and the sound of crying floated back and forth. In this quiet night, it seemed particularly clear. When the cry echoed, it turned into a faint sigh.
"Are there immortals in this world..." When the voice came out, the surroundings were quiet, only the trees were shaking slightly and the leaves rustling.
At the same time, there are strands of blue silk floating in the well in this yard. If someone stands at the edge of the well and looks down, they will definitely take a breath, because the head of the well is filled with endless long hair.
These long blue silk hair swayed, spread out from the well, fell on the ground, and quickly covered the surroundings until it occupied the entire yard. Suddenly, the bamboo frame made a sound of clicking.
A withered rattan fell and became an arc, like a swing, swinging back and forth there... Vaguely, it seemed that there was a figure sitting on the rattan, swinging on the swing.
Cries came from the well, but laughter spread on the swing, making the yard full of gloom and weirdness, while Meng Hao in the temple closed his eyes and didn't move.
Around him, the shadows reflected by the lights suddenly distorted, and gradually walked out, with a body, walking around in this temple, some like cross-legged, some like worshipping, some practicing alchemy, some Some seemed to be cleaning with a broom, and others seemed curious to come to Meng Hao, where they were only an inch apart from him, staring at them.
The broken idol stood on the stage, and the broken body seemed to tell the memories of yesterday. Under the idol, the shadow belonging to this figure also slowly separated from the idol, walked out and turned into an old man.
This old man’s clothes are very similar to Meng Hao’s broken robe at the moment. His face is pale, his orifices are bleeding, his hair is torn, and his whole person is like a ghost. When he walked out, he looked at Meng Hao, floated behind Meng Hao, and stood there. Looking down at Meng Hao's Tianling, he didn't know what he was thinking.
Soon, all the shadows in this temple approached Meng Hao, surrounded him, all seemed to stare at him.
In the sky, dark clouds covered half of the moon, and there seemed to be a breeze blowing from the earth, echoing like a whimper.
At this moment, the earth shook suddenly, and a muffled voice came from the depths of the ground beneath the temple.
"Go home... This is not my home... I want to go home..."
"Take me home... The supreme one who takes me home... The supreme takes me home..."
After this sound appeared, all the shadows in the temple were shocked. In the courtyard outside the temple, the blue silk spreading in the well immediately flew, and the rattan that was swaying around seemed to pause in the air.
At the same time, a head floated out of the well, pale in illusion, hideous in terror, it was a... as if it had been soaked in well water for thousands of years, without a rotten head, her godless eyes, death Staring deadly at the earth, there are no pupils in his eyes.
And on that swing, there was obviously no figure in sight, but there was a drop of black blood falling down.
And Meng Hao’s body trembled at this time, a feeling of horror suddenly appeared in his heart, his eyes opened instantly, and when he raised his head sharply, Meng Hao immediately numbed his scalp, and he saw a dark one. The shadow was an inch in front of him.
Then I saw a lot of black shadows, all around him, and they were about to touch his body. The feeling made Meng Hao's mind buzz.
Seemingly knowing that Meng Hao was awake, these dark shadows floated backwards and sat cross-legged in the distance. Meng Hao looked at the figures in the temple, the green silk in the courtyard outside, and the cane swinging around by himself. , His hair became more and more numb, slowly stood up, and was about to leave the temple.
He felt... This is not a place for him to stay.
As soon as he was together, he felt a little chill behind his back, and when he turned his head subconsciously, he saw a pale face, bleeding from his seven orifices, and less than an inch from his face. Meng Hao's eyes suddenly shrank and he was shocked. Deng Deng Deng immediately back.
"Who are you!" Meng Hao snarled, his cultivation level revolving, and the magic phase slowly revealed behind him. His heart was beating. The strange place made him feel insecure.
The old man's godless eyes ignored Meng Hao, and when he turned around, he walked towards the idol, his figure slowly dimmed, and disappeared when he approached the idol.
And the shadows all around are still there, some are meditating, some are walking around in this temple, and some seem to be practicing.
Meng Hao was breathing fast, his body was about to leave here, but he just walked to the threshold of the temple, he suddenly stopped, and when he turned his head to look at a dark shadow not far away, the dark shadow was sitting there cross-legged, and there seemed to be something in his hands. An alchemy furnace is making alchemy.
Moreover, Meng Hao had never seen the technique of alchemy. It seemed to absorb the power of the heavens and the earth. He actually... didn't need any herbs.
Meng Hao was taken aback. After a closer look, his eyes showed a strange light. He was already a master of alchemy, and he was a master of alchemy. Looking at the southern sky, besides the alchemy ghost, it was him.
"Being out of nothing..." Meng Hao's eyes showed a strange light. He once refined a pill from out of nothing in the ancient demon sect. It was in the storage bag at the moment, but he never swallowed it.
That pill, Meng Hao refined it, felt it was a miracle, he had copied it with a bronze mirror, but he couldn't succeed.
But now, this dark shadow's alchemy seems to be grasped easily, very calmly.
Meng Hao blinked, did not leave, looked at other figures around, some of these figures were practicing, some were walking, and some were pinching the tactics as if practicing Dao Fa.
After watching the scenes, Meng Hao's mind was shaken.
"Preaching!! They are preaching!!!" Meng Hao muttered, the more shocked, the Tao is not lightly spread, and each of these figures here is preaching, as long as you feel it, if you have a chance, you can get the Tao.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, looked back at the dark shadow in front of him, and immediately sat cross-legged in front of the dark shadow, watching the dark shadow making alchemy, the more the light in his eyes became brighter, and in the end, he also took out the alchemy furnace. Learn that shadow alchemy.
One night’s time was originally fast, but Meng Hao didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt as if a long, long time passed, so long that he could not think about the specifics. He only knew that when the sky was bright, the moment the dark shadow disappeared, a pill The medicine was refined by this black shadow, and it was thrown away in the temple, and it fell in the mountains, and Meng Hao unexpectedly produced a medicine here.
Its daybreak.
All the shadows in the temple disappeared. The green silk and cane in the yard were restored to their original state. Everything seemed to have not happened. Meng Hao was breathing fast, looking down at a black gas-filled pill in his hand.
Say it is a pill, but not a pill. It is just a cloud of mist filled with black mist, but when the sun fell on it, black skin appeared. In the end, it appeared in the palm of Meng Hao's hand. It was a black pill. medicine.
There is no medicinal fragrance, but there is a violent force, as if it is contained in it.
Meng Hao frowned and looked at the black pill in his hand. He squeezed the pill in thought. Suddenly, his expression changed. He suddenly raised his right hand and threw the pill out. The pill exuded black energy in mid-air, just as soon as it flew. Out, with a bang, he exploded by himself.
A shock swept all around...
"It hasn't been refined, it's a failed product, but it's also a kind of out of nothing." Meng Hao was thoughtful and frightened. The explosive power of this pill was comparable to a powerful blow.
"It's a pity that it's too unstable, it will explode with a touch, but how I look at it, I feel familiar." Meng Hao's eyes flashed when he muttered, and he thought of the explosions he encountered on the way to this ancient temple. On the open ground, it suddenly dawned on him, he thought of the shadow refining empress's casual throw...
"This thing... can have other uses." Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and after thinking about it carefully, he immediately took out the alchemy furnace, absorbed the power of the surrounding world, and smelted it again according to the alchemy method that Mingwu had used last night.
After failing several times, he finally succeeded in making two more. It was still a black mist. As soon as the sun fell, with black skin, Meng Hao flew out of the temple with the pill, tried it, and found it. As long as you throw it skillfully, it can be called a killer.
"It’s a bit of a waste to bury, it’s not easy to control, and it’s best to throw it out directly. With this thing, there is an extra means of life-saving, but it’s a pity that the reason why this thing is frantic should be related to the unique atmosphere here, I don’t know. In the outside world, can it be refined?" Meng Hao thoughtfully returned to the temple to continue refining.
After a few days, Meng Hao felt those preaching figures at night, and during the day he was all refining pills. He produced dozens of pills in total, and even tried to add his own divine consciousness to it. Unfortunately, he couldn't succeed and had to give up.
Even Meng Hao went out once to refine it outside the mountain. Unfortunately, he failed. He understood that this pill...maybe only in the temple and absorbed the power of the heavens and the earth to refine it.
So I returned to the temple, and during the daytime refining, I slowly accumulated this kind of black skin pill that can be exploded and is very powerful.
"I don't know when those outside tianjiaos will come, it should be coming soon..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he was more and more looking forward to fighting those outside tianjiaos. Take a look at himself, who is always in the South Heaven and Earth, and those outside sects. Tianjiao, in the end... who is strong and who is weak.