From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Chapter 164 Ling Yi Returns

In mid-September, shocking news came from the market.

The battle for the spiritual stone mines between the four major immortal sects and the six schools of Yudong finally came to an end seven days ago.

The four sects in the west of the island obtained the ownership of the spirit stone veins, and distributed the spirit stones mined in the future according to the number and realm of the foundation-building masters in the sect.

However, what is more important is that Master Lingyi forcibly killed another person in the late foundation building stage at the cost of burning his essence and blood.

The other foundation-building monks from the four major sects all had gains and losses in their contests with their opponents.

But now that the winner has been decided, there is no point in continuing to fight.

The two sides stopped fighting, and the six sects of Yudong were severely injured. They even gave up the right to select the immortal seedlings of the six major islands and more than 20 secular dynasties.

When Chen Yu went to visit Wang Chonglin, he happened to run into Master Lingyi sitting next to the stone table in the yard.

There was a jar of spirit wine and two empty wine bowls on the table.

Wang Chonglin went out to greet him, but his face did not have the usual enthusiastic expression.

There is no change in the appearance of Master Lingyi, he is still an old man with white hair and a youthful face.

However, Chen Yu clearly noticed that the deathly aura on the other party became even stronger.

And no matter what actions Chen Yu made, he was completely unaware and remained silent like a sculpture.

Somehow, Master Lingyi left after a while.

Only Wang Chonglin was left alone, drinking silently and frowning from time to time. This amount of alcohol was stronger than any he had drunk before.

"Brother Wang, I am sorry to bother you. I have come here uninvited. Seeing that you are feeling sad at the moment, I hope you will come visit me another day."

"No, no, Brother Chen arrived at the right time."

Wang Chonglin grabbed him and came to the stone table. "I think you have heard about my master burning his blood essence."

Chen Yu nodded slightly, and then heard the other party continue to say: "It's a pity that I have accumulated a lot of foundation-building skills, but I can't help Master at all.

The leader of the Danhua Sect is also extremely hateful. He knows where my master's weaknesses are.

He actually used a few pills to save Master from death."

Having said that, Wang Chonglin slammed the wine bowl he had treasured for many years onto the table, his eyes turning red and bloodshot.

Before the war, Ling Yi estimated that he had sixteen years left to live.

Regardless of whether he could get these three Tanxuan Pills, he would not be able to support his disciple to advance to the middle stage of foundation building.

The foundation-building cultivator who was fighting against him had also advanced not long ago, but his spiritual weapon was slightly inferior to his.

If you use the tactic of exchanging injuries for injuries, even if you are lucky enough to keep the opponent alive, your own cultivation will be mostly destroyed.

Whether the promise of three second-grade top-grade elixirs will be fulfilled at that time will all depend on the mood of Danhua Sect.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to burn his essence and blood, waiting for an opportunity to kill the foundation-building cultivator on the opposite side.

Essence and blood are the foundation of the physical body. If the physical body is unstable, the cultivation will be shaken.

When Ling Yi Zhenren reached his old age, he relied entirely on his powerful true energy to suppress the decay of his soul.

Once it cannot be suppressed, death will occur in an instant.

His life span was almost over, so even if he burned his blood and essence, he had to calculate the speed carefully.

With the death of a foundation-building master from the Qingchi sect and the untimely death of a nephew of a leader of the six Yudong sects, the foundation-building masters of both sides finally came to an end.

The battle between the foundation-building monks was decided in just a quarter of an hour.

Master Lingyi suddenly burned a large amount of blood and essence in the middle of the fight and suppressed his opponent.

But this was not a solution, so he directly detonated a second-grade low-grade spiritual weapon in his hand.

Afterwards, his essence, blood, and true energy were consumed violently, and finally his opponent was cut in half before he could react.

Unexpectedly, the cultivator was not an easy person to deal with. Before he died, he swung out a spiritual sword, trying to crush Ling Yi Zhenren's internal organs.

In a hurry, he was unable to dodge and watched helplessly as the opponent's sword, thrown with all his strength, broke through his defensive spiritual weapon.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, sixteen first-grade superior spiritual power shields blocked the vital points.

It was the talisman drawn by his disciple Wang Chonglin, which he wore day and night.

Although the effect was insufficient, it only blocked less than 10% of the power. But this 10% alone was enough for Master Lingyi to react and use his true energy to protect his vital points again.

Although this sword looked serious, it did not cause any damage.

The most important thing is that his true energy has been depleted, with less than half of his essence and blood left.

The soul and consciousness were shaken as a result, and a small piece of them collapsed directly from above.

At that moment, Master Lingyi almost thought that he was going to die on the spot.

Although he only has two years left to live, his fighting power has not been lost much.

Moreover, if a dying person is angered, the consequences will be unbearable for any immortal sect.

"Master always said that I was ruined by drinking, but today he drank a jar of wine with me.

If you were not sad in your heart, how would you know the beauty of being drunk? "

Wang Chonglin smiled self-deprecatingly, but his voice became more and more choked.

Chen Yu didn't say anything, but just waved his hand and a small jade wine glass appeared from the mud in the yard.

The wine went down my throat from the glass, and it tasted extremely spicy.

Chen Yu only felt that the strong liquor was hard to drink, but he didn't have too many other feelings. If you haven't experienced something, you will never understand the other person's feelings.

I hope I will never understand.

As his true energy turned, the drunken look on Wang Chonglin's face disappeared and he became extremely sober.

Chen Yu knew it was time for him to leave, so he said goodbye and walked out of the courtyard.

At this moment, Master Lingyi had already gone far away. Perhaps he was taking advantage of the last moments of his life to travel around this beautiful world of immortal cultivation.

There is no point in struggling anymore, it is better to leave in a dignified manner.

Wang Chonglin cleaned up the things in the yard, and the empty wine jars and wine glasses returned to dust again.

"Master has been very kind to me. I will do something for you this time."

He took out a small jade bottle from his storage bag, on which was a miniature first-order spirit gathering array.

Then he seemed to have made up his mind, poured out a pill, swallowed it, and entered the spirit gathering array in the house to practice.

He had just broken through the foundation building stage, and the effect of taking the Tanxuan Pill at this time was not ideal.

The best way would be to take one pill every seven to eight years after about three years.

This can minimize the impact of the poison, and there is a high probability that when taking the third elixir, you will take the opportunity to break through to the middle stage of foundation building.

But the situation is urgent now, and the more we cultivate, the more hope there is for success.

As the true essence circulated, a large amount of spiritual energy poured in, and even the spiritual energy in the spirit gathering array became much thinner.

Three days later, a streak of light disappeared into the horizon.

Chen Yu was still in the yard watering the goose egg-thick spiritual tree with Jade Dew of Creation. Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Since breaking through the golden elixir stage, he finally dared to extend his spiritual awareness to hundreds of miles away.

The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage were no longer able to detect the slightest movement when Chen Yu's spiritual sense swept over them.

Although he didn't know where he was going, he roughly guessed Wang Chonglin's purpose.

There are countless opportunities and dangers in Leiyang Lake. It is not easy to find a magical medicine that can extend the life of a foundation-building master.

Joy is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children among them.

The way of immortals is ruthless, and how many people can do this?