There was a quiet fog all around, and the mysterious master seemed to have left long ago without any response.
The old devil Lidao Sanren in red clothes turned around and stared at several Benleimen disciples. His face gradually turned ferocious and murderous. The dragon-headed crutch in his hand glowed red, as if it had life and was about to turn into a human. The real dragon pounced.
Several Benlei Sect disciples became more and more frightened, and all of them turned pale.
"Senior, if you don't show up, don't blame me for being cruel, ancestor."
The old devil Liandao Sanren said in a deep voice, and finally spoke to the heavy fog in front of him on the left.
It was so frustrating to lose the battle just now. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he was to let go of the few Benlei Sect disciples in front of him. But he was worried about the mysterious master hidden in the fog, and he didn't dare to act rashly even after much consideration. He was very entangled in his heart, gritting his teeth but not daring to take action, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.
The fog is so thick that no matter how good your vision is, you can't see anything more than ten meters away.
It was still quiet all around, the whole world was like a huge tomb, cold and silent without any response. For a long time, just when the old devil Lidao Sanren raised the dragon-headed crutch in his hand and couldn't help but take action, a faint sigh finally came from the fog, "One day on the mountain, one year on the mountain, I am old, and it has been a long time." It’s been a long time since I’ve met anyone, little brother, do you really want to see me that much?”
The old voice sounded again, and it sounded a bit ethereal. I don’t know where it came from. It seemed like it was coming from the heavy fog not far away. If you listened carefully, it seemed like it was coming from the nine heavens. With the help of spiritual thoughts, it seemed that It came from deep underground again, which was unpredictable.
The face of the old devil Lidao Sanren quickly sank.
As soon as the old voice sounded, he stirred up his soul, trying to locate the opponent's position, but in the end, he found nothing. You can't sense the other person's position, you don't know the other person's cultivation level, you can only hear his voice but not see his person.
Master!
This is indeed a master!
The old demon Lidao Sanren were shocked, and they felt more and more that the other party's cultivation was unfathomable, so much so that he was called little brother by the other party, and he had no grudges in his heart.
All in all, he is quite old. He has been in the nearby waters for hundreds of years, and he is already a veteran in front of ordinary people. However, if the mysterious master lurking in the fog is really the legendary Supreme Elder Benleizi of Benleimen, then I am really a little brother in front of him.
The old devil Lidao Sanren's eyes flickered and he began to hesitate.
Just like that, he turned around and left, unwilling to do anything about it. He finally waited until a few Benlei Sect disciples went out for training. It would be difficult to find such an opportunity after letting them go. But with a mysterious master with unfathomable cultivation beside him, reckless actions may have to pay a heavy price. In the end, he may not only humiliate a few Benlei Sect disciples, but also risk his own life.
"Senior, are you the Supreme Elder Benleizi in the legend of Benlei Sect?" asked the old demon Liandao Sanren. Several Benlei Sect disciples also listened attentively, with obvious excitement and expectation on their faces.
If the mysterious master in the fog is really the legendary Supreme Elder Ben Leizi, it will be great news. Not to mention the old devil, the few of them who are out of danger and not afraid of the isolated people on the island, the deteriorating Ben Leimen will also be With a super master in charge, revival is just around the corner, and we are no longer afraid of attacks from enemies and big demons in the overseas world.
There was silence all around. The mysterious man did not respond, neither admitted nor denied. He seemed to be disdainful and seemed to be walking away again.
The old devil Lidao Sanren was a little crazy. Being tortured like this by this mysterious master, and being away for a while, he would torture him crazy. He was unwilling to leave like this, but he didn't dare to take action, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable.
"Senior, what do ancient cultivators call "pushing blood through the palace"? How should we understand the word 'gong'?" After struggling for a while, the old devil suddenly asked. Firstly, he asked for advice on cultivation doubts. Secondly, he also took the opportunity to make some insinuations to confirm the mystery. person's identity.
"Pushing blood through the palace has three levels. The first level is the internal organs; the second level is the veins; and the third level is the body's orifices." The old voice came out, and this time there was no silence.
A simple sentence to push blood through the palace, but there are three realms
The sight of the old devil's isolated island lights up. Experts can tell if there is one as soon as they show their hands. The mysterious master did not show up, but such a simple sentence shows how profound his cultivation is. This is by no means what an ordinary cultivator can possess. opinion. After a pause, he kept the mysterious master's words in mind, and then asked, "Senior, how should we understand the myriad things that arise from the mind in the ancient art of clones?"
"The Ancient Clone Technique is actually a wrong name. In ancient times, the correct name was the Divination Technique. The real clone must be the natural result of the spiritual soul cultivating to a certain level. The divine soul is divided into two, and there is the original body. And the first clone; then, after a long period of practice, two clones gave birth to three, and then there was a second clone; then, three gave birth to all things, and so on, and finally trained thousands of clones to be immortal. The so-called All things are born from the heart, which is actually the three births of all things. The soul and thoughts are the foundation. Unfortunately, up to this day, most people do not know the real cultivation method. Many people's clones are actually just puppets of self-deception."
An old voice came from within the fog. After a few brief explanations, he let out a faint sigh.
"Senior, what will happen if the soul is not strong enough and we forcefully practice the ancient clone technique?" The old devil Lidao Shanren asked again, a little impatient.
"The path of cultivation is inherently a path against nature, and the fittest survive."
The mysterious master replied calmly, his words were concise and to the point, but when he thought about it, he was so cold that it made people shudder. He paused and said, "Isn't it an isolated person from the island? Judging from your cultivation, it's not that bad. You're only half a step away from breaking through." To the semi-saint realm. Unfortunately, you may never wait for that day. Not everyone can practice the ancient clone technique. When you press your Qimen acupoint, do you feel a faint tingling sensation? Whenever you don't press it, it will The twinges of pain mean that your time has come, so go back and prepare early."
After saying this, the surrounding area fell silent, and the mysterious master stopped responding.
The old devil, Lidao Sanren, stretched out his hand and pressed his Qimen point. His expression changed drastically, and he turned around and left without saying a word.
From beginning to end, the mysterious master did not show his face and only said a few words, but this was enough.
He has an old voice, is proficient in the Benlei Sect's unique magical power, the Benlei Sword Technique, and has profound knowledge. His cultivation is unfathomable and even the peak of the real world is not worth mentioning. Such a master, in addition to the legendary Taishang Elder Benleizi of the Benlei Sect, is also Who could it be
The former lawless old devil left the island alone, and after confirming the identity of the mysterious man, he turned around and left knowingly. Hearing what the mysterious man said, he panicked. The most important thing now was not to explore the Lost City, the holy land of the Kraken Clan, but how to solve his big problem. Otherwise, it would be tragic if he fails to practice the ancient clone technique and reaches his end.