Chapter 740 This Disciple Is Good

Meng Xiaohua opened her eyes wide, and Meng Xiaoguo was petrified instantly.

After dozens of breaths, screams and cheers rang out in the forest.

Brother Chuan (Master)!

He smiled and patted the two little bodies that fell on him on the left and right, but found that they were unwilling to come down. Zhan Nianchuan had to hold them for a few steps and put them on a flat big rock.

After a year, the brother and sister were both taller, more beautiful and handsome, and the timid feeling they had before was no longer there.

"Brother Chuan, what have you been doing for so long? We all miss you so much." Meng Xiaohua held Zhan Nianchuan's arm tightly, and her bright eyes were curved with a smile.

"I went to do what I had to do." Zhan Nianchuan smiled faintly, grabbed the basket of food that I hadn't eaten much, and then ate it happily.

It's been a long time since I tasted the food of the secular world, just right to relieve my craving.

Not to mention, although these things lack many seasonings, they taste really good.

Cao Meng, who stood aside like an iron tower, looked at Zhan Nianchuan who was eating heartily, and his thick lips kept smacking, obviously very greedy.

Seeing the two siblings looking at him curiously, he laughed and stretched out his big palm to touch their heads.

What a pair of little ones.

"Brother Chuan, you must not be full. Xiaohua will make it for you right away." Seeing Zhan Nianchuan finish everything like a whirlwind, Meng Xiaohua was very happy and picked up the small basket to run back.

"Don't rush to do it," Zhan Nianchuan waved his hand to stop her from leaving, "Let's improve your qualifications first."

"Improve qualifications?" Meng Xiaoguo's heart was filled with endless ecstasy, "Master, do you mean to improve the qualifications of spiritual roots?"

Zhan Nianchuan smiled lightly, flipped his hand and took out two longan-sized round beads filled with a strong bloody smell.

In the countless storage bags in the forbidden area, he got several more five-element spirit beads, and paid another 500 million spirit stones in exchange for the promise of the Bodhi tree to eliminate the resentment and evil spirit above.

With the vast Buddhist power of the Bodhi tree and the Hunyuan Bowl, it was naturally easy to do this little thing.

At this time, a round bead in his palm was red all over, emitting a blazing high temperature, as if it contained countless boiling and surging magma. The rolling heat wave forced the two siblings to retreat again and again.

The other round bead was red gold all over, emitting an extremely sharp and sharp aura. Even if you look at it, your eyes will be as painful as a needle.

Fire spirit bead! Gold spirit bead!

Meng Xiaoguo squinted his eyes and slowly and firmly approached Zhan Nianchuan, ignoring the tears that were stimulated by the sharp aura. He looked at the two round beads greedily, and his tongue kept licking the corners of his mouth.

This is an instinctive desire, a desire to merge with the two beads, a desire to become a part of each other!

He opened his hands and grabbed the two beads.

"Hey!"

The pure Buddhist sound sounded, shocking the soul. Meng Xiaoguo's mind suddenly cleared up, and he quickly stepped back more than ten steps and knelt on the ground, sweating profusely.

Zhan Nianchuan held the two spiritual beads in his hands and looked at Meng Xiaoguo, who looked terrified.

Meng Xiaohua, who was standing by, clenched her hands and looked at the two most important men in front of her, not knowing what to do.

Time passed quietly.

Three days later.

Meng Xiaohua was about to faint from hunger, but she could only press her shriveled belly and look at Zhan Nianchuan and Meng Xiaoguo, who were motionless, anxiously.

Finally.

Meng Xiaoguo moved.

He walked slowly and firmly to Zhan Nianchuan, bowed deeply, and stretched out his hand to grab the two round beads that Zhan Nianchuan had spread out in his palm.

"From now on, you are a living dead man!"

The outstretched hand paused slightly, and then stretched out again.

"Swish! Chiss!"

Meng Xiaoguo's clothes were instantly torn into countless holes, and the pieces of clothes were flying all over the sky. Even hundreds of bloody holes appeared on his body, and blood gushed out.

"Boom~"

His clothes were first soaked in blood, and then dried by the endless high temperature in an instant, then curled up, changed color, and turned into ashes. His skin also cracked, revealing black and red flesh.

However, Meng Xiaoguo's eyes were always clear, even indifferent.

This thin boy always stood tall.

He is a dead man!

What is a dead man afraid of? What can a dead man feel? Burn to death again? Stab to death again?

Zhan Nianchuan showed an admiring look in his eyes, and he threw away the idea of ​​taking a spirit bead.

This kid is good!

His hand, which was covered with wounds like charcoal and deep enough to see the bones, pinched the two round beads in his hand and swallowed them directly.

"Swish! Chish!"

Countless wounds suddenly appeared on Meng Xiaoguo's body, and the strong breath pierced small holes in the surrounding trees, and broken branches and leaves flew all over the sky.

No blood spurted out.

All dried up!

Meng Xiaohua on the side almost completely stuffed her hand into her mouth, and tears rolled down, blurring everything in front of her.

Meng Xiaoguo's vitality declined infinitely, like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished in one breath.

Living dead!

I want to live!

I want to live, I can't die!

All things are born from heaven, all things are reincarnated, the power of all living beings, Futian suppresses the earth... The last bit of Meng Xiaoguo's soul has been subconsciously reciting the Futian Jue, and the exercises are running over and over again in his body.

In a dead wasteland, a faint green sprouted.

New flesh and blood began to grow in his shriveled and charred body.

Gradually, the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth within a few miles swarmed towards him, nourishing his body and making up for his amazing loss.

The golden and red light on his body gradually dimmed, and finally turned into rich blood power and merged into Meng Xiaoguo's body.

His aura suddenly became 30% stronger!

Not only that, countless extremely fine black powders appeared on his body.

Zhan Nianchuan nodded, his eyes full of relief.

This kid!

A bit strong.

With such a low cultivation, he can bear the pain of blood forging and persist. This is really risking his life.

Although he has his own guidance and Futian Jue to help absorb and refine the power of blood. But he is only an eleven-year-old boy after all, and the meridians in his body are not wide and thick. It is not easy to persist.

But the risks and benefits are equal.

Not only did he enter the fourth level of Qi Condensation in one fell swoop, becoming a cultivator with dual golden and fire spiritual roots, completely removing the iron ore powder in his internal organs, but more importantly, he exercised his will and soul toughness.

This is even more important for his immortal path than improving his qualifications.

Meng Xiaohua pulled his hand covered with teeth marks out of his mouth, his little face full of relief and joy.

His younger brother succeeded!

"Brother Chuan, is Xiaoguo okay?" Meng Xiaohua walked to Zhan Nianchuan and pulled up his broad and powerful palm.

"Him? He is in such a good condition now." Zhan Nianchuan smiled lightly, then lowered his head and looked at the little girl with a happy face, "What kind of spiritual root cultivator do you want to be?"

Meng Xiaohua tilted her head and thought for a while, "Brother Chuan, which one are you?"

"Me? All five." Zhan Nianchuan was a little surprised.

"Then I want all five too."