Chapter 318: Ten Thousand Years Soul Nurturing Tree, Danger Arrives

There was nothing else in the whole stone house except the pool and the skeleton of a man.

Who is he? How could he die here? Did he set up the formation outside?

For a moment, countless questions flashed through Zhan Nianchuan's mind.

After a careful look, apart from seeing his height and gender, and the thick joints of his hands, Zhan Nianchuan did not find any other items that could reveal his identity, but noticed that he had a storage bag and a spirit beast bag under his body, and a string of black Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

The white bones and black Buddhist beads looked particularly strange.

Zhan Nianchuan urged the magic power in his body to grab the storage bag from a distance, but he never thought that the Zhenyuan hand would crush the storage bag and the spirit beast bag as soon as it touched them.

"This...what's going on?"

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Zhan Nianchuan could only helplessly conclude that the skeleton had been dead for too long, and even the storage bag and the spirit beast bag had become rotten under the long time.

Time is the most powerful!

After a sigh, Zhan Nianchuan casually grabbed it in the air. In his opinion, even the storage bag had decayed, and the Buddhist beads must be the same.

"Hey...this Buddhist beads are not decayed! This must be an extraordinary item!"

After discovering this, Zhan Nianchuan was surprised and then happy. He immediately lifted the Buddhist beads in the air and observed them carefully.

There are a total of 18 black beads, each of which is round and smooth, and circles of lines can be vaguely seen on the top. It can be seen that these beads are made of wood. I don't know why they can remain immortal after so many years.

Zhan Nianchuan's heart moved, and he tried his best to count the extremely fine and difficult to see rings of growth on the top. As he counted, he began to be shocked. He counted two thousand and only barely reached one-fifth of the pattern.

This seemingly insignificant, black bead was made of a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wood!

Zhan Nianchuan was excited just thinking about what kind of material a spiritual wood that has grown for ten thousand years and has been immortal for ten thousand years is made of. He looked at the round bead that was close at hand and emitted bursts of fascinating black light, and stretched out his hand to hold it in his hand.

However, he only stretched out half of his hand, and instinctively felt something was wrong, and slowly retracted his hand.

Zhan Nianchuan looked at the bead for a while with a solemn expression, but still did not find anything unusual. He couldn't help but look at the skeleton on the sand again, and then he found that the corpse had turned into a pool of bone powder in his just pulling in the air.

Under the erosion of the long years, the bones of this monk have long been decayed. As long as there is any vibration, they will turn into ashes in an instant.

"There is no reason to be afraid of a dead person who has been dead for who knows how long."

Zhan Nianchuan muttered to himself, gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the black Buddhist beads. He didn't believe it. No matter how arrogant this person was in his life, he is now a dead person who has been dead for countless years. What can he do to him?

Things are indeed as he expected.

No accidents happened, everything is very calm.

The Buddhist beads are very light and very round. It is very comfortable to play with. It looks no different from ordinary Buddhist beads.

But Zhan Nianchuan is sure that this Buddhist bead is not that simple, so he calmed down and carefully examined the eighteen wooden beads, hoping to find out its use.

After a cup of tea, Zhan Nianchuan did not gain anything, so he began to try to inject spiritual power into the wooden beads, but found that it was in vain. The wooden beads seemed to be naturally isolated from all spiritual power, and there was no way to inject it.

If one way doesn't work, try another. It's very common to recognize the master by dripping blood on high-level spiritual objects, so Zhan Nianchuan gathered his magic power and forced a drop of blood from his fingers, dripping it on the wooden bead, thinking that this time it would succeed.

But the result disappointed him greatly. The blood slid across the surface of the wooden bead and dripped straight to the ground. The wooden bead had no intention of absorbing it at all, and this attempt failed.

Zhan Nianchuan was in a headache now. He looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand and felt that he had no idea where to start. In the end, he decided to force it to add a spiritual mark.

A ten thousand year spiritual object like this must be a spiritual material above the fourth level. It is very difficult to imprint one's own soul mark on such a spiritual object, but now this is the only method that has not been tried.

Do it when you think of it.

Zhan Nianchuan took a deep breath and slowly probed his powerful spiritual sense into the black round bead in his hand, intending to imprint his own soul mark on the Buddhist beads.

"Eh... it's going very smoothly, no, it's so comfortable, the whole person's soul seems to be immersed in an ocean full of soul power, so comfortable."

"It seems that this spiritual wood must have the function of nourishing and protecting the soul, nourishing the soul?!!!"

Zhan Nianchuan opened his eyes suddenly, and hurriedly withdrew his consciousness from the round bead. However, at this moment, a gray shadow broke into his sea of ​​consciousness extremely rudely, and roared arrogantly:

"Nine thousand years! Nine thousand years! This day has finally made me wait!"

Zhan Nianchuan's face was extremely ugly at this time. He understood what he had encountered. This gray figure actually wanted to take over his body!

The so-called possession is that when the cultivator's consciousness is strong enough to a certain extent, it can be combined with the soul to form an independent new soul. After the death of the main body, the soul can still exist independently. Under appropriate circumstances, it can forcibly erase the consciousness of others and take over the body of others for its own use.

"Hehehe! Boy, you can become my body. This is a blessing that your ancestors have earned by smashing so many wooden fishes. Take it!"

Accompanied by a hoarse roar, the gray figure punched Zhan Nianchuan's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to create a crack in Zhan Nianchuan's sea of ​​consciousness, and then forcibly devour all of Zhan Nianchuan's consciousness to strengthen himself.

Although he was once extremely powerful, without the blood and essence provided by his body, and after nearly ten thousand years, although he was nourished by the spiritual wood of heaven and earth such as the Soul-Nourishing Wood, his soul was also weakened to the extreme, less than one-tenth of his original soul power.

This is also the reason why he killed Zhan Nianchuan as soon as he saw him, because he couldn't wait any longer. No matter what the other party's qualifications were or what his cultivation was, he had to fight for it, otherwise he would only be shattered.

However, as soon as his figure moved, a spirit shadow of a strong and brave spirit appeared on the opposite side, fearlessly blocking him.

Zhan Nianchuan's spirit shadow!