Hai Long's physical condition is very good, and all functions are normal, but the mana in his body has been exhausted, the loss of mental power is too great, and he has been frightened, so he fell into a coma. Just get a good night's rest and you'll be fine. Daoming is kind by nature and attaches great importance to each of his disciples. It's just that he has always had the best face, and his temper is not very good, so he gives people a very severe feeling. Just when he was about to use his mana to help Hai Long recover, suddenly the spirit platform moved, as if he felt something.
Opening his eyes abruptly, Daoming murmured: "This sixth son, why has he entered the realm of fetal formation at this time. At this time, the mind is unstable, and the danger will be great." He hurriedly poured his pure mana into Hai Long's body, Turn around and leave the stone house.
After Tao Xiuzi left, Lingzhizi and Lingyuan also left one after another to go back to retreat and practice. The rest of the four generations of disciples had no choice but to return to the Moyunping wooden house in a restless state. Ling Tongzi was a little mentally disturbed because of the worry in his heart. Suddenly, he felt his whole body tremble, and the mana in his body frantically gathered towards the Lingtai, as if it had escaped his control. His heart trembled, could it be that he lost his Dao heart and became obsessed? Before he had time to return to his room, Ling Tongzi hurriedly sat down on the floor, trying to concentrate his mental power, trying to control his mana. His change immediately caught the attention of several others. Ling Yunzi looked at the violently fluctuating blue light outside Ling Tongzi's body, and said in a voiceless voice: "No, Junior Brother is about to enter the realm of the Dao Embryo. Hurry up, let's protect him together to prevent foreign demons from invading."
"Get out of the way and surround the periphery." Daoist Daoming's deep voice sounded, and a blue light flashed. His bloated figure had appeared behind Ling Tongzi, and surging mana surged out. Using his pure cultivation, Daoming instantly Bind the chaotic mana of Lingtongzi. "Keeping the spirit altar with the heart, uniting the mind and mind, sinking the mind into the sea of qi, following the law and exerting force on nature."
Hearing the master's voice, Ling Tongzi calmed down a lot psychologically. Under the restraint of Dao Ming's huge mana, the energy fluctuations around his body gradually stabilized. Fetal formation needs to go through a process, which usually lasts for about three days. In order to help his disciple overcome this difficulty in cultivation, Master Daoming dared not stay away even for a moment.
Although three days is not long, it is enough for some people to do a lot of things. On the second day after Lingtongzi entered the realm of fetal formation, Hai Long gradually woke up from his lethargy with the help of the magic power input by Daoming Daoist before he left. Stretching his somewhat weak body, his blurred mind gradually became clear, and everything that happened before kept replaying in his mind.
"Ah! It was the little iron rod that saved me. How could it be so powerful?" Hai Long didn't know that Master Tianshi had already thought of withdrawing his attack. Strong resentment arose. Taking out the small iron rod, Hai Long said bitterly: "Tianshi and Daoming, you two old bastards actually want to hit me, you wait, when I become stronger, I will definitely not make it easy for you. Huh? What kind of place is this? Have I been locked up by them?" Hai Long looked around, only to see that the surroundings were empty, without any decorations except the bed he was on, even the simplest wooden table in his room nothing. Discovering this strengthened his feeling that this place is a prison.
Jumping off the bed, Hai Long's body swayed, only feeling that his whole body was weak and weak. The heat flow in his body was only slightly warm. He twisted his body a few times, and couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable with this weak feeling. Looking around, he suddenly found that the only small window on the wall was not closed. It seemed that the size was enough for his body to get out. Scratching his head, Hai Long said to himself: "Could it be that those old guys made a mistake? Why didn't they even seal the windows. This stone door looks very thick, and the windows are my only way out. I'll gather some energy first , and then ran out. Masters! Why don’t you come and save me. Don’t you just watch me being imprisoned by that old bastard? It seems that everything depends on me. So what if I’m locked here, etc. I cultivated to become an immortal, and those of you who treat me badly, I will make you my servants, in heaven and earth, I am the only immortal."
After swearing, Hai Long angrily kicked towards the stone gate next to him. "Oh, it hurts to death. Hey, why is the door not locked?" The seemingly thick stone door opened under his foot. With some doubts, Hai Long approached the door carefully, looked outside first, saw that there was no sign of anyone, and then got out of the stone house. Although he has only been here once, but he once got the Dao name of "spittoon" in this place, so he recognized at a glance that this is the place where Master Daoming Dao Ming practiced. Scratching his head, Hai Long asked suspiciously: "Why did you come here? Well, that old guy Daoming must have brought me here to take revenge on me and planned to punish me slowly. No, I have to run quickly, otherwise, that old guy The guy will definitely play me to death." Just as he was about to start, Hai Long suddenly remembered that there was no way down the Moyun Peak at all, and there were cliffs in all directions. With his current situation, it is impossible to break out of the restriction. Gritting his teeth, Hai Long said to himself: "There is no unparalleled road, I don't believe there is not even a mountain road leading down." Thinking of this, he quickly ran out of Moyun Cave Mansion, and began to look for his own way of escape. road.
Two hours later, Hai Long, whose clothes were already soaked in sweat, returned to the Moyun Cave Mansion. With the mountain wind blowing, he couldn't help shivering shrewdly. After carefully searching every corner of Moyun Peak, Hai Long was completely discouraged. There is no place where you can go down the peak. The walls of Moyun Peak are extremely steep in all directions, like knives and axes.
"Hey, why does this old guy Daoming insist on living in such a desperate place? Can I just commit suicide by jumping off the peak? No, I still want to cultivate to become an immortal. How can I die so easily? Hmph, Daoming, you Don't you want to kill me? Even if you die, I won't let you be happy." In the situation of being angry and angry, Hai Long began to vent his anger on the flowers and plants planted in Moyun Cave Mansion. Without exception, these flowers and plants are all high-grade and vigorous, but they haven't reached their prime yet. Hai Long's method is very simple. He puts a little mana in his body on his feet, and quickly tramples on the flowers and plants. In just half an hour, the treasures in front of the stone house that have absorbed the aura of heaven and earth have become A mess.
Looking at his results, Hai Long laughed loudly, "Daoming, I'm mad at you, I'm mad at you. Don't you want to kill me? I'll kill your flowers and plants first." After tossing for a long time, he was already a little tired Then, he turned his head back to the stone house, stroked his growling belly, and sat down on the bed. Now Hai Long is in a mess. He was still a teenager, so it was impossible for him to be free from fear of death. Thinking of Daoming's appearance when he was angry, he couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, and thought to himself, that fat man would definitely not let him go, let alone cultivate to become a fairy. Hai Long was lying on the bed, feeling ups and downs. Suddenly, he found a strange protrusion on the corner of the bed, which seemed to be made of metal, and it looked very abrupt in this empty stone room. Turning over subconsciously, Hai Long reached for the metal protrusion with his hand, and a strange feeling stayed in his body. The metal protrusion seemed to contain the same energy as the mana in his body. As the thoughts moved naturally, a faint hot air rose from the dantian, went up along the meridian, passed through the chest and flowed into the arm, and entered the metal from his middle finger. As if resonating, the metal trembled slightly, and Hai Long was surprised to find that the stone bed he was on started to move, towards the direction of the stone gate. Frightened, he hurriedly jumped off the bed, revealing a one-meter-square gap where the stone bed was removed, and a stone staircase extending underground. Hai Long looked intently, there seemed to be some light under the stairs.
After hesitating for a while, Hai Long decided to go on an adventure, thinking that maybe he could find something to eat here. The staircase was very strong, it seemed to be carved out of the original rock foundation, and after walking down the twenty-one steps, Hai Long entered an empty stone room. It is about ten square meters in size. There is a fist-sized gemstone inlaid on the wall of the stone room, and a white light flows from it. It is the light source in this stone room. Around the stone room, it is composed of Duobao Pavilion. Different utensils such as wooden boxes, jade boxes, and porcelain vases lie there peacefully. There is a painting hanging in the center of the painting. The old man, there is a colorful halo shining behind his back, holding a sword with blue light in his right hand, and a jade bowl in his left hand. He looks like a fairy descending. The old man was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the colorful clouds seemed to set off his body. Everything is so lifelike, as if real, and all the arrangements are so antique, giving people a sense of tranquility. There is no trace of mildew in the whole stone room, but a faint fragrance.
With a twitch in his heart, Hai Long suddenly remembered what Ling Yuzi said to Little Clever last time when he was injured, that all mature grass jelly was kept by Daoming Daoist. It looks like it should be here. As soon as he gritted his teeth, Hai Long thought, Daoist Daoming will not let him go anyway, if he does not do anything, it will always be a dead word, it is better to eat jelly grass to survive. Thinking of this, he casually picked up a jade box and gently opened it, a scent that was more intense than the fifth-grade purple lucidum immediately permeated the entire stone room, which aroused Hai Long's hunger. In the jade box is a ginseng that looks like white jade. The ginseng is not big, but it has many spikes. The most peculiar thing is that its body looks like a human being. In the center of the ginseng, there is a wisp of bright red The lines on his face extend from head to toe, like bloodshot eyes. Hai Long turned his head and glanced at the entrance where he came, grabbed the jade ginseng in the box, and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites. The jade ginseng melted in the mouth, and a sweet taste nourished Hai Long's palate.
"It's delicious, it must be a good thing. That old guy Daoming really has a lot of treasures. Huh, I eat, I eat, I want to make him feel so bad." While muttering, Hai Long started his mopping up operation, and the precious medicinal herbs and elixir that poor Daoming had collected for hundreds of years were all swallowed by him.
Finally, under Hai Long's unremitting efforts, nearly thirty kinds of panacea medicines entered his stomach, and he threw porcelain bottles and jade boxes everywhere.
Patting his swollen belly, Hai Long burped with a fragrant fragrance, and sat down in the corner of the stone room. Bursts of scorching hot air continued to rise from the lower abdomen, making his whole body warm and indescribably comfortable. Hehe smiled, and Hai Long murmured to himself: "It seems that I have made a lot of money. I don't even have a single poison. It feels so comfortable. Maybe after eating so many good things, I can become a fairy when I wake up." Well. Daoming, you old bastard, don’t be in a hurry to come back! When I become a fairy, I’ll see you.” How can a person who cultivates immortality like Daoming Daoming store poison. This stone room is full of treasures he collected hard, some of which were rewarded by the elders, Daoming has never been willing to eat them, he planned to combine these herbs, maybe it was God's will, but Hai Long was completely cheap. Somewhat tired, he gradually fell asleep, and the various elixirs in his body began to gradually produce effects.
Daoist Daoming breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly withdrew his mana. Wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, he smiled and looked at the sixth disciple Lingtong who was meditating in front of him. After three days of hard work, Ling Tongzi finally formed a Taoist fetus and successfully entered the realm of fetal formation. As a teacher, what could be happier than watching your disciples grow? He turned his head and said to Ling Yunzi: "Take good care of your sixth junior brother, don't disturb him, he has already conceived, and he will wake up naturally in seven days. Ganoderma lucidum, you little ones have to work hard too. Within ten years, they must reach at least the realm of conceived birth."
All the four generations of disciples felt Dao Ming's care, and at the same time they respectfully replied: "Yes, master."
Immortal Daoming had been vomited blood by Hai Long in Jietian Square before, and when he came back, he immediately helped his six disciples to tide over the difficulties. His body was inevitably a little tired. He nodded slightly and said, "I'm tired, you stay one or two people Take care of Ling Tongzi, and let the rest go back to rest." After speaking, he prepared to drive his flying sword back to the peak.