Chapter 663 Limbs, Brain and the Messenger

In the mountain with a radius of hundreds of meters, countless low stone caves were dug. People couldn't even stand up straight after entering. Each stone cave was connected to each other, and there were countless of them, just like an ant nest.

But after entering, I found a different world.

On the smooth and flat stone walls, there were large murals painted in gold, flying, mythical beasts, spiritual birds, flowers, birds, insects and fish... The colors were magnificent and the brushwork was fine.

Each cave ceiling was inlaid with a glittering night pearl.

The jade-carved steps were crystal clear. They were actually ice jade with gold foil on the edges...

These murals, night pearls, and even those gold foils, if taken outside, each one would be worth millions. Even if he was once the young master of the Nie family and enjoyed all the glory and wealth, he rarely saw them.

In each of the hundreds of cave death cells, some strange people lived.

Perhaps they have been imprisoned for too long, and they are half human and half ghost, but they seem very powerful.

When he reached the innermost end of the nest, Nie Mingyuan saw an even more shocking scene.

A blood pool!

In a cave cell, there was a huge blood pool with a radius of ten meters.

The blood in the pool was not rippled at all, as if it had solidified, and it was so sticky that it turned black, and the bloody smell was overwhelming and suffocating.

Next to the blood pool, a tall man sat withered.

The man's curly blond hair and beard covered his face, and they were so long that they dragged on the ground. Perhaps it had not been washed for too long, and it had already formed clumps.

Only then did Nie Mingyuan understand why his senior brother gave him a full bottle of blood that had just been drawn from a sika deer before he went up the mountain.

He walked forward tremblingly and handed it over carefully.

The man sat there motionless, like a dead tree.

"Hehe, trash! All useless trash!"

Suddenly, a piercing laugh like the cry of a night owl sounded behind Nie Mingyuan.

Nie Mingyuan fell to the ground in fear, but saw an even more terrifying scene.

In the stone cave opposite the blood pool death cell.

On the high platform covered with countless pieces of colorful tiger skin, sat an old man with a haggard face.

This old man had chicken skin and a crane head, his hair had fallen out, his toothless mouth was dry, and his ribs were clearly protruding, like a steep and cold mountain.

What's more terrifying is that he has no limbs, not even a butt.

It should be said that... his torso below the chest was cut by someone with a sharp weapon.

His face was decayed, covered with gray-brown age spots, lifeless, without any life, only his eyes occasionally turned, proving that he was a living thing.

He was obviously very short, like a three-inch-tall tree bark, but he gave people a sense of arrogance and contempt.

It seemed that everything in the world was just an ant in his eyes.

"Senior... your meal!"

At that time, Nie Mingyuan suppressed his fear and climbed up, handed over a porcelain bowl with a steamed bun, and a bowl of water.

"Chen Anping gives me one steamed bun and one bowl of water a year, I'd rather not have it!"

The old man with a broken body laughed strangely, his voice was as harsh and dry as a blade scraping across the bottom of a pot.

His eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp, cruel and crazy, and dazzling light that seemed to be real.

Bang!

The porcelain bowl in Nie Mingyuan's hand shattered out of thin air.

Later, Nie Mingyuan finally understood that the acupoints and meridians of this old man had been completely damaged.

At this time, a glance broke his porcelain bowl, just relying on pure mental power, the real earthly immortal realm.

Later, he even found out that this old man had not eaten for decades.

Every day, he nourished himself by absorbing a little water vapor, the spiritual energy in the night pearl and jade.

He also had no excretion system, and used some secret method to force the impurities in his body out of his body.

When Nie Mingyuan learned about cultivation, he was even more amazed at the various magical powers displayed by the old man.

Nie Mingyuan had been with them for a long time and had gradually figured out their temperaments.

The old man with a broken body has a clear mind, likes to inquire about the news from the outside world, chatters non-stop, and occasionally says a few golden sentences. He is called "the Taoist with the Brain" by the blond weirdo.

The blond man is powerful, often smashing boulders with one punch, and running wild in the cage at any time.

But his thinking is fuzzy and his eyes are dull, like a fool. The old man likes to call him "the monster with limbs".

It sounds ridiculous, but it actually contains an extremely cruel and tragic taste.

Once, Nie Mingyuan mentioned this old man to Nie Xueman with great admiration:

"According to the records of the martial arts, warriors absorb the spiritual energy of plants and elixirs to temper their bodies, while sorcerers control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, borrow external forces, and take advantage of the situation to form power."

"But I have never heard of a martial art that directly absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or even the spiritual energy in jade, and transforms it into the body's breath to condense cultivation!"

"Mingyuan, don't be bewitched by him! He has fallen into the 'devil'!"

Nie Xueman warned sternly:

"We practitioners are still human beings, and humans are You have to eat whole grains. Of course, humans can only refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in living things. This is the law of nature and the law of heaven, and it cannot be violated at all! "

"Even if you are a master of cultivation, even if you have cultivated a flawless and spotless Taoist body, even if you have reached the legendary state of fasting, you can only go without food for ten or more years. How can humans feed on the breath in minerals? "

"If this continues, the body and mind will be polluted by impurities between heaven and earth, and you will fall into the state of neither human nor ghost. Neither human nor ghost is a demon, and it means falling into the path of demons! "

Nie Mingyuan listened and didn't think it was a big deal.

Cultivation is naturally for strength!

What if it's a human, a ghost, a demon, or a devil?

As long as you are strong, it's fine!

And what is a strong person?

It's someone who can kill and trample on others!

That's enough!

However, on the surface, he nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously: "Who is this old man?"

"I don't know!"

Nie Xueman shook her head and said: "I heard that when the headmaster entered the sect at the age of eight, this old man was there! Later, the monster who likes to drink blood was stuffed in to keep him company!"

"It is said that the Taoist of the Head was a strong man in the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. His origin is unknown. He suddenly appeared. He once broke through more than a dozen large sects such as Wudang, Tianshan, Kunlun, and Emei with one sword in one year, killing people and causing rivers of blood. The cultivation world was frightened when they heard the news!"

"Later, more than a dozen gods and immortals joined forces and used many magic weapons to suppress him here. Jiang Taichu is still far from him!"

"It is rumored that he came from the 'secret realm' or the fairy ruins, but it is just a rumor. The real situation is unknown!"

"It turned out to be a 200-year-old old monster!"

Nie Mingyuan was shocked by the power of this person.

On the one hand, he also vaguely understood why Chen Anping asked him to be the errand disciple who cleaned the nest in the back mountain and delivered food and blood.

He longed for revenge, wanted to become stronger, and was the one who was most likely to take out the inherited skills from the monsters.

But things did not develop as smoothly as Nie Mingyuan thought.

When he first asked to become a disciple.

The Taoist with the head actually sneered: "You are too weak..."

Nie Mingyuan didn't understand and looked at him confusedly.

The Taoist with the head first shot out a needle-like light, then it became bigger and bigger, and it became a flaming flame.

Nie Mingyuan felt an extreme heat.

This is real fire!

The Taoist with the head raised his thin neck, and his blood vessels and veins bulged like earthworms. He roared in despair:

"You don't have the roots of cultivating immortals at all. You are a waste, an ant, and a bug!"

"I am a waste now, but I may not be a waste forever!"

Nie Mingyuan knelt on the ground, his eyes calm and deep, like a deep pool.

He was as gentle as water, but also as hard as water.

"Waste is waste!"

"All human beings on the earth are bugs! I, I am a member of the 'Tianzun' tribe. I came here to suppress everything, but you actually turned me into a bug when I was not prepared! Ridiculous bug!"

His roar became louder and louder like rolling thunder, full of a murderous and terrifying atmosphere, containing the power to destroy the world.

He shouted, laughed, and cried madly, as if he wanted to roar to break the stars, destroy the earth, and kill all living things!

The golden murals cracked one after another, and then peeled off like butterflies.

The entire cliff cave was shaking like an 8-magnitude earthquake.

Nie Mingyuan was shocked to spurt blood from all his orifices, flew more than ten meters away, and fell to the ground.

He was unconscious for three days before waking up, but he felt that the Taoist of the Head was powerful and almost divine.

So every day he went to the Taoist of the Head to help him wash his body, kowtowed three times and nine times, and begged him to teach him his supreme skills.

But the old man still didn't agree. He just laughed at him and ridiculed him every day, but he definitely didn't teach him the skills.

…

"Four months later, Jiang Taichu might come to the sect competition!"

Shake off the memories of humiliation and pain from these days, Nie Mingyuan's eyes spurted out a raging fire, and his resentful eyes seemed to be able to shoot through the sunglasses:

"Jiang Tian, ​​you devil, you killed my parents and destroyed my family. If I don't kill you, I swear I won't be a human being!"

"I have taken care of those two monsters for a year. I hope there will be a turnaround today and they will teach me something!"

Thinking of this, he limped but walked quickly towards the cliff cave behind the sect.

…

Helping the two wash their bodies, chatting with them, and taking care of their excrement and urine, it was evening again.

Just when Nie Mingyuan was disappointed and felt that this was another fruitless day, he was about to leave.

The blood-drinking blond monster finally stammered: "Head, I have... a way to make the person who delivers the food... a strong man!"

"A strong man with developed limbs and a simple mind like you?"

The Taoist of the Head sneered disdainfully:

"Chen Anping's master used the three souls and six spirits of several people to suppress your mind. You have become a fool! Haha!"

"Yes, my mental power... is damaged."

The four-limbed monster stammered:

"But my duke-level blood clan body is very powerful! My flesh, your spirit... combined, will create a real celestial being!"

"'Four-limbed monster', if you do this, your spirit will be suppressed forever! This is an extremely difficult decision, isn't it?"

The Taoist of the Head laughed grimly.

The four-limbed monster said with a dull and empty look: "But is there any other way now?"

The Taoist of the Head looked at Nie Mingyuan again and laughed even more grimly:

"The person who delivers the food, your mental power is also suppressed! It is very likely that you are all my flesh... You have to think clearly!"