Chapter 97: Reborn

Qi Xuansu failed to escape from Yulan Temple after all.

One of his palms was cut off, and he could only lie on the ground and wait for death.

Qi Xuansu watched Yanxiu's figure gradually disappear, turned over with difficulty, and turned into a supine position, then raised the "Xuanyu" in his right hand to his eyes, and said self-deprecatingly: "Is this considered a man dying for money and a bird dying for food?"

Soon, Qi Xuansu felt the mighty divine power falling from the sky.

Although all dead things were not affected at all, this divine power was going to destroy everything and put an end to life.

In front of such divine power, even the gods had to be careful to deal with it. Even the exiled immortals and Buddhist disciples at the Return to the True Stage would die, not to mention Qi Xuansu, a congenital person at the Kunlun Stage, who had almost no chance of survival.

The next moment, the blood-red light completely engulfed Qi Xuansu.

In an instant, Qi Xuansu felt that the flesh and blood all over his body began to peel off by themselves, as if someone had poured green vitriol oil on him, corroding him to the bone, and it was nothing more than a thousand cuts and cuts.

Qi Xuansu's consciousness gradually blurred, but he still clenched the "Xuanyu" in his hand.

In a semi-coma, Qi Xuansu remembered for no reason the first time he faced life and death and was stabbed in the chest by the assassin of the "inn". He also remembered the first time he walked alone in the rivers and lakes and was almost cut in the throat.

Is he going to die?

Qi Xuansu fainted completely.

Then Qi Xuansu had another dream.

In his dream, Qi Xuansu saw a mountain, which was still a familiar scene.

A very high and dark mountain.

This time, there was no need for others to lead the way. Qi Xuansu climbed the mountain along the rugged path by himself. The whistling wind came to his ears, and there was a woman's voice in the wind, which seemed to be whispering and singing softly. The silk ribbons on the trees on both sides of the path fluttered in the wind, like countless arms dancing wildly. The path was covered with many petals, exuding a strange fragrance.

This time, there was no call from the master, no whisper from Qi Niang, and no woman leading the way.

He came directly to the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was still the same, a large open space with a big fire in the middle.

The difference was that behind the fire stood ten tall figures, whose shadows were long.

These ten tall figures were shrouded in a thick shadow that could not be dissolved, and only a vague outline could be seen, with only two blood-red lights shining at the position of their eyes.

Qi Xuansu did not expect that this dream would change and have new progress.

Although he knew that he was in a dream, he still felt cold all over, because these ten figures brought him great pressure, some with kindness, and some with hostility.

Then Qi Xuansu saw a maverick figure. Compared with the ten giant-like tall figures, the eleventh figure was very slender, not much different from Qi Xuansu, as if it had appeared out of thin air and was out of tune with this place.

She had no respect for this place, kicked over the fire, and laughed with her hands on her hips.

The other ten figures frowned, were unhappy, rebuked, and were silent. Some figures also had eyes flickering, with a hint of cunning.

After a while, the maverick figure seemed to feel a little bored, stopped laughing, and stepped aside. Then the fire started burning again, illuminating the surroundings.

The fire became brighter and brighter, and the surroundings became darker. Eleven figures stood between the fire and darkness, with light and darkness uncertain, and began to murmur.

After another moment, the whispers gradually became louder, as if they had passed through the long and distant river of time and arrived in the present world. It made Qi Xuansu feel as if he was there.

He opened his eyes wide and saw the outlines of the eleven figures clearly. At the same time, he felt that the eleven figures exuded different auras, floods, flames, sky, earth, life, death, light, darkness, time, space, soul, like eleven towering mountains.

At this moment, the ten figures gradually disappeared and retreated into the darkness, leaving only one figure walking forward into the fire and revealing his true appearance.

Qi Xuansu finally saw the true face of this figure. It was a woman who was more than ten feet tall, wearing a linen robe, standing barefoot, with black hair like ink, hanging down to the calf, bright red skin, and strange oil paint on her face. Behind her was a strange totem similar to a battle formation, green as bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face.

Qi Xuansu felt cold all over, and his hands and feet were cold.

He didn't know what this meant.

At this time, this tall figure walked towards Qi Xuansu.

The originally dazzling fire suddenly disappeared, the fire was extinguished, and there was darkness between heaven and earth.

The ground under Qi Xuansu's feet shattered, and a hole appeared. Qi Xuansu fell down uncontrollably and was drowned by the blood that followed. There was only a bright red in sight.

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The blood-like divine power enveloped Qi Xuansu, but was continuously absorbed by the "Xuanyu" that Qi Xuansu held tightly. The fine blood threads in the "Xuanyu" became more and more, and finally dyed the "Xuanyu" from a touch of green to blood red.

At the same time, the "Xuanyu" was also constantly completing, gradually changing from the initial crescent shape to a full moon shape.

At first glance, Qi Xuansu seemed to be holding a blood-red full moon in his hand.

It was a pity that no one could see this scene.

This "Xuanyu" had been soaked in the power of incense and vows for many years, and it was already in a semi-open state. At this time, it was directly impacted by the divine power and finally fully opened.

The "Xuanyu" turned into a large cocoon and wrapped Qi Xuansu up.

Qi Xuansu's body gradually became transparent, and the blood, meridians, muscles, and skin gradually faded, leaving only pieces of bones. At first glance, Qi Xuansu seemed to have turned into a skeleton.

Then, a series of bone-breaking sounds came from Qi Xuansu's body, and the bones all over his body were slowly crushed by an invisible force. Just listening to the sound is enough to make people shudder, and the degree of cruelty and horror is even worse than the various tortures of the Qingluan Guards.

Then it can be clearly seen that another invisible force is generated in Qi Xuansu's body, and it quickly travels along specific veins. The broken bones are restored to their original state under the nourishment of this invisible force.

This process repeats itself, and each time it is reshaped, the bones become deeper.

If Qi Xuansu is awake at this time, he will feel a numbness in his bones, and then this numbness will turn into itching, and finally the itching will turn into a heart-piercing pain, as if thousands of ants are gnawing at his bones, going straight into his bones, which is difficult to describe in words.

I'm afraid Qi Xuansu would find it difficult to bear this kind of pain, which is even worse than lingchi, but at this time he was in the deepest dream and was unaware of it, just like a dead person, motionless.

After the bones, there were meridians in the body. The eight extraordinary meridians, the twelve regular meridians, and the limbs were reorganized. All the dislocations and entanglements were corrected one by one, and all the blockages were cleared one by one, which was comparable to washing the meridians and cutting the marrow.

Then came the blood, flesh and skin membranes. Many hidden injuries were healed, and even the scars on Qi Xuansu's body disappeared. Now he wanted to show Zhang Yuelu that he had suffered a loss in the past, but he couldn't do it.

Qi Xuansu's broken left hand turned into a blood clot, which kept twisting and gradually turned into the shape of five fingers, and then formed bones and meridians, and then filled with blood and flesh, and finally grew skin, turning into a complete new palm.

This scene is similar to the blood and flesh derivative realm of a warrior, but the recovery speed is incomparable to that of a warrior in the Yuxu stage, and even has a speed that can only be achieved by a celestial warrior.

After an unknown amount of time, maybe a day, or maybe less than an hour, Qi Xuansu woke up.

When he opened his eyes, although everything outside was still blood red, the main hall had returned to normal. It can be seen that this mighty divine power was slowly receding like the tide.

Qi Xuansu sat up and calmed down. He felt refreshed, the true qi in his body flowed, and his bones were moistened. He seemed to have endless strength.

He stood up again and found that his body was much lighter. Even without relying on true qi, he could jump to the beam of the house. This was something that only a warrior could do.

Qi Xuansu hurriedly closed his eyes to feel, and then discovered a fact that shocked him. He actually jumped from the Kunlun stage to the Yuxu stage, which is the Yuding realm of a casual person.

The Yuding realm is one step further than the inner alchemy realm of Qi and blood returning to oneness. It is the gathering of essence, Qi, and spirit in the Xuanguan acupoint, returning to the origin and becoming one, like casting a jade tripod. After stepping into the Jade Tripod Realm, one will not think of sex when the essence is full, will not think of food when the qi is full, will not think of sleep when the spirit is full, and can stop breathing and pulse, practice fasting, and prolong life.

This also means that Qi Xuansu can practice two kinds of Taoism-prescribed intermediate methods.

One is the "fasting technique", which is not very useful for fighting with others. According to the different levels of practice, it can greatly reduce its own consumption, from one meal a day to one meal every three days, and then to eating wind and drinking dew, until fasting.

One is the "cicada molting technique" derived from the "fake body for disaster" of the exiled immortal, which can temporarily create a fake body to replace death, which is an extremely practical life-saving magical power.

But then, Qi Xuansu discovered a fact that shocked him even more, because he was too focused on his own cultivation just now, and he didn't notice that his left hand had returned at the first time.

Qi Xuansu looked at his left hand, which was a few points whiter and tenderer than Zhang Yuelu, and didn't know how to explain himself for a while. He remembered very clearly that Yan Xiu cut off his left hand with a knife. The pain was unforgettable. He could not have remembered it wrongly.

But now his left hand grew out intact, with delicate skin and no calluses. It was definitely not grafted.

Qi Xuansu immediately remembered the dream just now, and at the same time saw the "Xuanyu" in his hand, which had changed greatly.

Let's not talk about the dream.

The "Xuanyu" of the blood moon reminded Qi Xuansu of the blood-colored divine power, and he had some kind of

guess.

Could it be that the "Xuanyu" had undergone some changes after encountering the divine power, and then this change acted on himself?

At this moment, the "Xuanyu" in Qi Xuansu's hand shattered silently, turned into fine sand, and scattered all over the ground.