Demon’s Diary

“Uncle Nguyen, even if your old man wants to shut down the impact bottleneck, he can't give these things to me.” Liu Ming, naturally surprised, asked the fox in suspicion.

“Unlike before, when I was younger, I was wounded by a major enemy who was destined to stay in the early realm of the spiritualist, and later found a way to break through the initial bottleneck in the Enlightenment Bone Execution, but this method was extremely dangerous, and if I forcibly broke through to repair it, I was afraid that only a third of the chances would survive. The remaining two-thirds of the chances are just like those of the previous disciples who learned to break the spiritual bottleneck and die in a direct explosion. It was decades of hard work for me to do this, but I didn't want them to go silent. And I've never had a real disciple in my life. Originally a good choice, but unfortunately he is of equal spiritual strength. He is destined to be trapped in the realm of the spiritual disciples and unable to become a spiritual master. So you're the only one who's going to inherit these. If I could live in the middle of the advanced spiritualist, naturally everything would be fine. If you don't survive, all you have to do is make sure these things don't get lost.” For the first time, the fat old man revealed a hint of sincerity in his words, as he did in the aftermath of his account.

”Don't worry, my nephew will do his best.” Liu Mingxin, after a few quick spins, felt that there were no problems, lightly responded with a breath.

“Very well, I made this jade Jane myself, everything is recorded in it, you can put it on your forehead and sweep it with your mind first, see if there are any other problems? ”

After the fat old man said it, he touched a milky-white jade slip from his sleeve, some touched it with his finger a few times before handing it over.

Liu Ming took over Jade Jane in a slight bow and let it go toward his forehead.

When a god swept away into one of them, a sinking light bulb appeared in his head, purple and white.

He touched the purple light sphere with a bit of mindfulness, and countless ancient green texts flew out of it, turning it into a neat sequence of scriptures.

It is the original text of the medullary bones written in the ancient Qing Dynasty, but when Liu Ming swept past, he could not help but slightly flash.

When he thought of touching the white light sphere again, it was a scripture in which blue meditation and plain text were blended together.

It is precisely the fat old man who has studied green meditation for many years that his heart has to explain.

Liu Ming simply looked at the two in a hurry and then withdrew his divine thoughts from Jade Jane.

“Uncle Nguyen, why is there only five pieces of this meditation? If I remember correctly, shouldn't the whole kung fu be on the ninth level?” Liu Ming asked in surprise.

“Master Grandpa only got the first five layers of cultivation, and the last four layers know where. But the first four floors are actually enough. It took me decades just to translate the fourth level of the mantra. If Bai Shi's nephew can translate the fifth level of mantra into enlightenment, he is also a genius in green meditation. Once you've really advanced to the spiritual master, you don't need to continue to practice the medulla, you can completely replace it with a suitable high-end method. The first four layers of underbone are a good foundation for you. And if you want to choose the rear kung fu word, the high order kung fu of the two pulses of the alchemy shadow is a good choice.” The fat old man replied.

“So that's how it is. It seems that what Uncle Shi said in the beginning does not need to be changed at all, it is a trick of the camp.” Liu Ming snorted and couldn't help but grin.

“Haha, this... If the old man didn't say so, people would probably have to spend a lot more time learning this kind of kung fu.” The fat old man played a haha, but the colour on his face remained unchanged.

Liu Ming listened, his heart was silent.

“By the way, if the old husband didn't succeed in breaking into the middle of the spiritual master, and you can really advance to the spiritual master's realm in the future, if you can, take care of Guzheng for me. He's kind of like I don't have many family members in the world.” The fat old man was a bit sober.

“The disciples are really capable and naturally deserve it.” Liu Ming also replied positively.

“Well, there's still some time left for you to ask your husband if you have any questions about cultivating the medulla, and I can answer as much as I can.” The fat old man heard the rumor and smiled a little on his face.

“Thank you Uncle, there are certain places on the medullary bone determination that the disciples have yet to fully understand, one of which is…” Liu Ming Daxi asked politely.

An hour later, Liu Ming finally left the woods with a satisfactory colour of cloud removal and flew off to Nine Baby Mountains.

The fat old man remained still in the woods, his eyes glanced at the grey clouds that gradually moved away in the sky.

After a long time, he suddenly said a faint phrase:

“Brother Master, you've been here so long, why hide again? “

The voice just dropped and he glanced at a large tree nearby.

“Brother Nguyen deserves to be Master Yan's personal disciple, and this means of concealment is certainly not better than yours.” A faint voice came from behind the tree, and the shadow shook, and walked out of it an old man in a yellow robe, with a faint smile on his face, was really the master of the barbarian ghost sect.

“Brother Zheng, when he saw me, gave it to Brother Bai's nephew. It hasn't stopped him yet, so it seems to be the default.” The fat old man smiled softly.

“Since the nephew of the White Master is the only disciple of the advanced spiritualist who may practise medulla bones, plus only some reproductions taken away, the original text of the medulla bones remains well in the Tibetan scripture palace, I naturally have no reason to stop this. In fact, when I saw the White Master's nephew in the three spiritual veins, and in such a short period of time advanced late spiritual disciples, I had guessed that he was practicing medullary bone slaughter. It's just that the Ancient Master's Nephew belongs to your nephew, and it's the first time I've ever known that the medullary bones can be cultivated to possess a magic similar to the Holding Act in the later stages.” The barbarian lord sighed and said.

“Don't be cautious, as you heard earlier, he's not good enough now. Once he promotes bone control, he'll lose a lot of life.” The fat old man immediately said with some vigilance.

“Oh, don't worry, brother. Now that I know the true situation of the child, I will never be relieved to give Zongney that few things to manipulate. However, if Bai Shi's nephew is able to speak to an advanced spiritual master and let him control it, there should be no major problem.” The barbarian sect did not panic back.

“Well, if the White Master's nephew could become a spiritual master, there would be no physical collapse, and it would be appropriate to control those things.” This time, the fat old man nodded in favour.

“Excellent! Though it's not easy to find a disciple with a strong spirit and spirit, you can always find a few if you want to. As long as Master Bai's nephew is able to successfully advance the spiritual discourse with the cultivation of meditation bones, I will ask Uncle Akihiko to find such disciples to cultivate this practice. In this way, the teacher and brother also made great achievements for this section.” The Master of the Barbarian Ghost Sect continued with a smile.

“Do you really think that any disciple of the three spiritual veins with a stronger spirit can rely on the medullary bones to advance to the advanced spiritualist?” The fat old man sniffed, but showed a strange colour.

“What, my brother's previous words were a deception?” The barbarian ghost sect ruler heard the rumor, slightly stirred up.

“Deception doesn't count, it just makes it less dangerous to hit a spiritualist. In his current situation, if the Impact Spiritualist fails, there is still a half chance that he will die. And his mental strength isn't much stronger than you think. When I first explored it, I found that the spiritual strength of the White Master's nephew should be more than double that of an ordinary disciple, and after all these years of cultivation, the gap would only grow. ”

“What, double the strength!” The Barbarian Ghost Sect ruler really lost his voice this time.

“Hey, Master Gang now understand why I said that. Otherwise, he may not have half a chance of survival when he strikes a spiritual master. Of course, if his spiritual strength is stronger, his powers can be refined a few more minutes, and the hope of advanced spiritualists will naturally be more.” The fat old man said hey hey.

“I see, it seems that the medullary bone set of Brother is really not easy to find someone to cultivate, but can only be temporarily sealed, until we find the right person later.” After a moment of indulgence, the barbarian ghost sect nodded with some disappointment.

“Otherwise, I would have gone straight back to my mentor's honor, why keep it hidden until now?” The fat old man is a careless expression.

Barbarian Ghost Sect Commander can only laugh bitterly.

“By the way, Brother Nguyen, are you sure you want to shut down the impact condensate in the medium term? I always thought it was too dangerous!” The barbarian sect came back to think of something and asked with some apprehension.

“I've already spoken to my master about this. Though I still have twenty or thirty years to live, I can still keep my body at its peak in just a few years. After this stage, even if I risk impacting the next realm, I am powerless. As long as I can succeed, I can add hundreds more years of life. One third of the time, it's already worth the risk.” The fat old man looked down and said back.

“Since my brother is really determined, I won't say much. I just hope that Nguyen's brother closes down successfully in a few years, it can really be fixed!” The barbarian ghost sect seems to see that the fat old man's mind has decided, and no more persuasion immediately.

The next time, the two chatted about the Barbarian Ghost Sect leading the team to the Secret Land for a while, and then quickly said goodbye to each other and left the forest.

The next morning, black air rolled over the hillside gate, containing a giant bone boat of about twenty feet in length.

On this boat, ten great disciples, such as the Barbarian Ghost Sect Master, the Huang Family Old Man, Uncle Zhang and Liu Ming, stood on it.

After a barbarian ghost sect commander shouted, the bone boat immediately trembled, in rolling black gas wrapped, to the distant sky broke.

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