Wang Lin looked up at the old man, and said word by word: "Senior don't worry, Wang will leave after reading the Shendao technique. From then on, he should not come back again."
The red-faced old man looked at Wang Lin. After a long time, he flipped his right hand, and a jade talisman appeared in the palm of his hand. He slapped the jade talisman on the stone wall, and suddenly a burst of white light spread from the jade talisman and spread quickly across the stone wall. Then, a layer of crystal light appeared on the stone wall, and gradually the crystal light became thicker and thicker, and finally the stone wall suddenly turned into a mirror surface.
Without turning his head back, the old man stepped into the mirror, his whole person sinking into the water, ripples on the rock wall. Wang Lin hesitated and stepped in.
A feeling of coolness was immediately transmitted from the outside to his body when he entered the stone wall, as if a moist canvas wiped off his face. After the coolness, Wang Lin found that he had entered the stone wall. He looked back, and the stone wall behind him was like outside, with ripples and sparkling waves.
Wang Lin reached out his hand and felt cold again.
"This is the water mirror gate made by the refining technique of the god of war. Unless it is opened by the jade talisman, unless the cultivation reaches the stage of transforming the gods, you will not be able to enter this stone mansion." The red-faced old man said in a flat tone.
When Wang Lin heard the technique of refining tools, he moved in his heart, and after taking a closer look at the stone wall, he followed the red-faced old man and walked forward.
The space inside the stone mansion is huge. Except for the hall in the middle, there is a stone wall surrounded by densely packed stone rooms. Under Wang Lin's observation, he found that every stone wall looked like a water mirror gate.
"There are three hundred and sixty-five stone rooms here, and each stone gate is a water mirror gate. This water mirror gate is actually a symbol of the disciples of the refining hall." The red-faced old man saw Wang Lin's gaze and kept looking again. Shimen, then explained.
Wang Lin looked at it for a while, then looked back. At this time, the two of them were already standing in the middle hall. Right in front, there was a row of long racks. The racks were divided into four floors, and some spirit tokens were placed on each floor.
Except for only one spirit card on the top layer, a lot of other layers are all placed.
Wang Lin's gaze. Throw to the top spirit card. It said: "The Founding Ancestor of the Temple of War-Gong Mo"
"The first ancestor of the palace is the founder of my temple of war. Shinto skills, that is, he discovered." The red-faced old man bent over and worshiped the spirit card. Turned to look at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was silent a little. Bend over and bow.
The red-faced old man turned and walked forward. Behind the Lingpai, there is a stone wall paved with sapphire. Countless small characters are densely engraved on it. Wang Lin looked up. The most apex. The words "Shen Taoism" were written impressively.
But looking down. He couldn't help but sink. The following read: "Disciple Chen Chong. Portrayed from memory. Later generations need to be cautious in cultivation."
"Disappointed?" The red-faced old man looked at Wang Lin. He sighed and said: "Shintoism. In the second year after the first ancestor of the palace discovered it. The rumors about the ancestor of the sacredness spread widely. Soon after, the fourth-level cultivation country Tiangang country visited and talked with the ancestor of the palace. The primitive was taken away. Shinto skills. Three days after he left, the ancestor of the palace wandered away, and never came back.
This Shendao technique is the strangest technique I have ever seen in my life. After anyone sees it, he can only understand it, but it cannot express it in words. It seems that there is an invisible force blocking it.
The ancestor of Chen Chong, whose aptitude was ordinary and unremarkable, was the worst of the disciples of the ancestor of the palace. But he used his memory to do things that no one could do. Describe the Shinto technique, after the engraving. The ancestor of Chen Chong died in desperation, before his death. He warned future generations that this technique is a great magical power, and his lifespan is not enough, only enough to complete a tense mark. For future generations, they need to be cautious in their cultivation!
In fact, the first ancestor Chen Chong was too worried. How could it be so easy to understand the magic of the gods? For thousands of years in the temple of war, only less than 30 people could see through it. Half of these 30 people finally succeeded. infant.
As for the magical techniques seen by other schools of Huo Fen Nation, they are actually fake, and even fewer people can see through it. "
Listening to the words of the red-faced old man, Wang Lin silently looked at the sapphire stone wall. It seemed that a thin man appeared in front of him, portraying a scene on the wall with an overdraft of his life.
"Look at it for yourself, I'll wait for you outside, in the sealed land of Shuijing Gate, don't trespass!" The red-faced old man finished speaking and turned to leave. After reading the word by word, these fonts are bitter and difficult to understand, and there are many places in them that seem to conflict. Looking at it, his brows gradually frowned.
After a long time, Wang Lin sat cross-legs on the ground, his face uncertain, but without blinking his eyes, he stared at the sapphire wall closely, and all the writing on it came to his mind one by one.
The more I look at him, the more confused he is. This magical technique is simply incomprehensible. His brows are frowning and tightening. After reading all of them, he simply closes his eyes, and his mind keeps echoing the dense and unintelligible things. Handwriting.
As time passed slowly, Wang Lin was still puzzled. He slowly opened his eyes, sighed and looked at the wall again, but at this moment, he suddenly closed his pupils and said in aphasia: "No!"
The moment he looked at the wall, the characters that had just been remembered in his mind suddenly disappeared, as if they had never existed before. Wang Lin looked at the characters on the wall. He was very familiar with these characters, and he still had all of them just now. I remembered it in my head, but in a blink of an eye, it seemed that the memory was defective and all disappeared.
Wang Lin took a deep breath with a solemn expression on his face. This magical technique is too weird. No wonder no one can rub it out. Back then, he asked Zhou Zihong to make a rubbing for him. He was only slightly surprised, but he didn't take it to heart. After experiencing the incident personally today, he immediately became serious.
When he looked at it again, Wang Lin's gaze was on the sentence "Disciple Chen Chong, from memory." His heart was more shocking than before. After all, he heard what people said before, but now, he really understands the portrayal. The difficulty of Shendao technique, the name Chen Chong, was deeply remembered in his heart.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, his eyes skipped the words, and looked at the Shinto Art again. After a stick of incense, Wang Lin finished recording again, but immediately, the scene just appeared again.
After doing this several times, Wang Lin's complexion gradually became gloomy. He stared at the wall without blinking. This time, he didn't remember, but kept looking at it over and over again.
Wang Lin spent three sticks of incense for the first time after watching this magical technique, but now, he only needs one stick of incense to finish it. His eyes moved faster and faster, and gradually, with only half a stick of incense, he would finish reading it again.
As time passed slowly, Wang Lin's eye speed accelerated, from half-zhu incense once to half-zhu incense three times. His speed was still accelerating. Slowly, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Bursts of swelling and pain kept coming.
I don't know how long it took, Wang Lin's eyes closed unknowingly, but as if there were still stone walls in front of him, he kept shaking in front of him over and over again.
Those handwritings shook faster and faster. In the end, even if Wang Lin closed his eyes, his eyes were still tingling. Two lines of blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes. But at this moment, Wang Lin opened his eyes fiercely. Bloodshot, his face looks full of hideous colors. I can clearly see that the handwriting on the sapphire stone wall in front of me slowly disappeared, and a figure in white clothes suddenly appeared in the wall. His face was blurred and he could not see clearly. Only his hands could count continuously. This handprint brings out a series of afterimages, and then the body changes from one to two, and from two to three.
Different from the clone of the old man in Qingshan that day, the clone of the old man in Qingshan was similar in strength, but it was slightly rigid, and every move was imitating the main body's actions.
But the avatars of the white figure in front of them are extremely dexterous, without any dullness, and even give people a feeling of indistinguishable subject.
In fact, Wang Lin didn't know that the clone of the old man in Qingshan was just forcibly divided by a powerful magic weapon, not the supernatural power of that clone.
Slowly, the figure in white gradually dimmed and finally dissipated.
Wang Lin closed his eyes again, his face was pale and his face was contemplative. In his mind, there were some more formulas inexplicably at this time. After analyzing them one by one, Wang Lin opened his eyes with a wry smile. He already understood this magical technique.
This is a magical power of cultivating a clone. The reason why it can increase the chance of having a baby is actually relying on the practice of a clone, and at the same time, the speed of cultivation is increased.
It's just that this method is incomplete, and the clone of cultivation has fatal flaws. The clone becomes a self-contained body. After it appears, there is no cultivation base, and the lifespan is only less than half a piece. In this way, this practice suddenly became a tasteless.
There was also a paragraph left in the formula that Chen Chong didn't know how to leave. In addition to pointing out that it was impossible to make all the rubbings due to the longevity of life, so that the exercise method was broken, he also came up with a solution.
The method is to use this magical power to cultivate the clone, half of the time is used to take the pill. I prepared a lot of pills before, quickly filled the cultivation base, and reached whatever realm he could reach. In this way, it is better than nothing, more or less, it will still increase some chances.
If the elixir is prepared enough, it might really be able to accumulate a cultivating monk in the period of half a time. In this way, the success rate of forming a baby at the moment of fusion will also increase a lot.
Wang Lin groaned a little, and with a wry smile, put away the idea of cultivating divine Taoism. He didn't have so many pills to take the clone. Even if he got the pill, he didn't use it enough, so how could he be willing to give it to the clone.
Compared with this magical power, it is better to get some pills that can increase the chance.