C5

"Cough cough!" The old man actually coughed out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

"There's no time to lose, Charcoal. This old man is going to travel again. Don't let that brat go, or I'll skin you alive!" After he finished speaking, he flashed and flew out of the cave.

Charcoal nodded his head obediently. Of course, he did not dare to let Chang Feng go. He knew that Chang Feng would not be able to escape even if he wanted to. Mortals did not have the ability to safely land on the ground from such a high altitude.

Just like this, the two of them studied all kinds of books, including hidden weapons, traps, legends, and travel notes. Chang Feng contemplated, not knowing what to do. Charcoal, on the other hand, had learned a lot. But from beginning to end, the two of them had no way of escaping. They could only look at the pile of books and sigh.

After that, Charcoal showed those strange weapons to Chang Feng to see if there was anything he could help with. In the end, it was still useless. It made sense when he thought about it. How could the old man have left behind such a useful item? All of the useful items had been placed in that strange bag of his.

"Sigh …" The two of them sighed helplessly. Right now, their life and death were uncertain. Even if they were able to escape, they didn't know if the old monster would find them and exterminate them. Wait for the old monster to die, it was too unreliable. Was he really going to wait for death like this for his entire life?

Just like this, another half a year passed. Charcoal chatted with Chang Feng every day, and Chang Feng gradually got used to the boring prison life.

Charcoal often stood at the entrance of the cave and looked around, as if he was observing something. That eagle seemed to live right above the cave, and every day at a quarter to noon, it would promptly fly out from the cave to hunt.

"Opposite the entrance of the cave was a sea of clouds, through which nothing could be seen." "Ah, I don't even know where I will die if I fall down like this." Charcoal muttered to himself.

There were many vines growing around the entrance of the cave, and the green snake was coiled around inside. From time to time, it would come out to hunt for birds or something. Charcoal seemed to be deep in thought.

Just as he was deep in his thoughts, Yun Hai was sent tumbling back. The old man's face was pale as he staggered back. Just as he reached the cave entrance, he fell down, "Quick, help me to the training room."

Charcoal hurriedly carried the old man into the training room. Charcoal's soul could clearly sense that the old man seemed to be on the verge of death. Maybe. "Is this a chance?" Charcoal hesitated.

"Hurry up! "Charcoal!" The old man grabbed Charcoal's arm, and Charcoal quickly carried him into the training room. There was a white jade on the floor of the training room. As soon as the old man was placed on it, the old man's complexion became better. When Charcoal's soul felt it, the old man's soul suddenly calmed down and was about to leave his body. "This jade has the effect of calming the soul?" Charcoal thought.

The old man waved for Charcoal to leave the training room. Charcoal's soul carefully probed again. The old man's soul had indeed calmed down, but it seemed to be extremely weak.

Charcoal quickly told Chang Feng about this, and his eyes lit up!

The two discussed and felt that the old man was unfathomable. Even if he were to die, he would have the ability to kill them, unless he had a 90% chance of success. Ninety percent. It seemed very difficult. The old man was an expert at playing with poison, it would be useless to poison him unless he could chop off his head with a single slash. Even deities would die. Could ordinary iron harm a cultivator's body? Seems impossible. The two of them discussed for a long time.

"The next day, the old man called for Charcoal, his voice trembling." Charcoal. "Charcoal, come here." Charcoal hurried to the training room. Enter. "Come in." The old man waved his hand, and a layer of light disappeared. As expected, the old man still had the ability to cast spells.

"Charcoal, sit here." The old man had already sat up. Just as Charcoal sat down, the elder waved his hand and a bone spike pierced into Charcoal's Dantian. Charcoal's Dantian was extremely sharp, and his Iron Skin Skill was useless. The bone spike went deep into his Dantian.

"Forget it, although you do not have spiritual roots, your strength lies in your copper skin and bones. If you use your physical body to find another stalk of Sky Spirit Grass and form your spiritual roots the day after, I can still continue my cultivation, but it would take quite a bit of effort for the old man to try to seize Charcoal's physical body for his own."

It turned out that the old man had been seriously injured, his body was in tatters, and even his soul was severely injured. He didn't have the ability to take over low level cultivators, so he could only target mortals.

Stealing someone else's body was a very dangerous thing to do. Firstly, it would take a long time to adapt to the new body, and secondly, it would result in the loss of all of one's magic power. It was equivalent to starting over again and losing some memories.

"Actually, this old man quite likes you. If you had spiritual roots, this old man might really accept you as a disciple." The old man sighed.

The old man looked at Charcoal and patted the top of his head. Suddenly, the black light shined and a stream of black smoke floated out, directly rushing into Charcoal's Sea of Consciousness. Lightning and thunder filled his sea of consciousness. The old man's soul looked at the sea of clouds in astonishment. Just as he thought something was off, a blood-colored chain flew out from the clouds and wrapped around the old man's soul.

"This?!" What is this?! "Why can't I move!" The old man cried out in alarm, the chain dragged the old man into the clouds, and the multicolored soul looked at the old man without saying a word.

"You, you! "What the hell are you!" The old man roared in shock. The multi-colored soul fragment's eyes shone brilliantly as it chanted a few syllables. Black flames instantly emerged from the chains and the old man's soul fragment cried out, "Ah! "AHH!" "No!"

The five-colored soul seemed to have no sympathy at all. After seeing the old man burn so badly that he didn't have the strength to scream, it spat out a few syllables, and the chain shot through the center of the old man's soul. The five-colored soul seemed to have no sympathy at all, and after watching the old man burn so hard that he didn't have the strength to shout, it spat out a few more syllables, and the chain shot through the center of the old man's soul. A portion of the old man's memories flowed into Charcoal's mind as well.

"Charcoal slept for a whole week before waking up with great difficulty to find some spirit fruits to eat." Aiya, I forgot about Brother Chang. "It can't be that he has already starved to death, right?" Charcoal suddenly thought.

Charcoal hurriedly brought some food to the cell, but Chang Feng could no longer hold on. Seeing Charcoal coming down, he said ecstatically, "I thought you were dead."

Charcoal let out a sigh of relief and with a thought, the bone spike in Chang Feng's dantian flew out and entered his sleeve. Chang Feng's zhenqi suddenly surged. He pulled with all his might, wanting to break the metal chain, but he realized that there was no reaction. Perhaps he hadn't eaten his fill, so Charcoal was first fed to Chang Feng.

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