Chapter 3965

"Who are you?"

Zhuo Wen looked at the white haired young man in front of him in disbelief.

At first glance, this young man with white hair has no breath, just like an ordinary man without cultivation.

However, Zhuo Wen is not a fool. How can he be an ordinary person if he can appear quietly around him?

The white haired young man looked at Zhuo Wen coldly and hummed, "who are you? Why do you appear in the Lingyun Valley?"

With that, a vast and terrible momentum surged out of the white haired youth, as if it was a storm, which made Zhuo Wen retreat involuntarily.

Zhuo Wen frowned and said, "Shan Lingyun is my master!"

The young man with white hair was stunned. His frightening momentum suddenly converged. He couldn't believe it: "Lingyun actually accepted disciples? Is it because you passed the Dayan mantra forest?"

Zhuo Wen nodded and didn't speak. The young man in white had an unknown origin, which made Zhuo Wen very afraid.

Although this person is more intimate with Shan Lingyun, who knows that the enemy is a friend?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen couldn't help standing in front of Shan Lingyun and looked at the white haired youth with poor eyes.

Seeing this, the white haired youth shook his head and said, "if I want to fight against Lingyun, you can't stop it!"

Seeing that Zhuo Wen was more and more nervous, the white haired youth wanted to laugh more and more. He continued: "don't worry! Lingyun is my old knowledge, and I won't disturb her to use great magic!"

With that, the young man in white sat on a rock on the Bank of the pond, looking leisurely.

Although Zhuo Wen is still a little wary, he already believes that the white haired youth is not to deal with Shan Lingyun.

After all, with the strength of white haired youth, if you really want to fight, Zhuo Wen is afraid it is difficult to stop it.

Unless Zhuo Wen offers the supreme treasure of Taihuang seal, it may block the white haired youth.

Of course, the white haired young man really wants to make a move. He has already made a move. Why talk so much with him!

The white haired young man who sat down leisurely began to look at Zhuo Wen and said with a smile: "look at your clothes, you should be an external disciple of Hongwu Shengzong! But your cultivation has reached half a step of divine realm change. Such cultivation has long been qualified to be promoted to an internal disciple!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered and said in a deep voice: "I'm just breaking through. I haven't had time to carry out the sect test, so I'm still an external disciple!"

"Elder, I'm so familiar with Hongwu Shengzong. I don't know who is in the high level of the sect?"

Zhuo Wen said it directly. If he could get to Dayan mantra forest at the first time, he must have come from Hongwu Shengzong. He must be from Hongwu Shengzong.

The white haired young man did not answer Zhuo Wen's question directly, but asked seriously: "the great spiritual skill is the strongest forbidden skill of the spiritual teacher. The price of performing such forbidden skills is great. Do you know why Lingyun suddenly wants to perform such forbidden skills?"

Zhuo Wen was stunned. He didn't expect that the white haired youth should be so careful. He thought and said: "the price of this prohibition is that it needs to consume the energy of tens of thousands of best chaotic spirit veins? Does it need other costs?"

The white haired youth sneered and said, "if this is true, this technique can not be called forbidden! The energy consumed by this technique is indeed huge, but it is only the foundation!"

"The real cost of this skill is the terror forbidden skill that can be performed smoothly at the cost of consuming one's own life! And it costs nine tenths of its life!"

Hearing the speech, Zhuo Wen only felt a roar in his head. He didn't expect that the price of big speech magic was so high.

The most important thing for a friar who has reached his level of cultivation is not the treasure of heaven and earth, or the supreme treasure of attack and cutting, but his own life.

Although the life span of monks in his realm is very long, it is not infinite. There is always an end.

If you want to really get more life, you must have a higher realm and stronger cultivation, which all take time.

For monks, life is priceless, something that can't be compared with anything.

Zhuo Wen didn't expect that Shan Lingyun was willing to sacrifice nine tenths of his life to display the forbidden art of great spiritual expression in order to find Mo Yan without sorrow.

This made Zhuo Wen feel very guilty. If he knew that the Great Spirit speaking skill needed to pay such a painful price, he couldn't let Shan Lingyun use it.

With his understanding, it only takes him a few years to achieve great success in his spiritual skills. At that time, he can use his spiritual skills to find ink words without sorrow.

The white haired young man silently observed Zhuo Wen. When he saw the latter, his face was cloudy and uncertain. He said coldly: "I have known Lingyun for a long time. He knows her very well and knows that she won't use such forbidden techniques at will. Unless she is an important person, she won't sacrifice so much!"

"You tell me the truth, she exerts great spiritual skills, but for you?" the white haired young man asked coldly, looking at Zhuo Wen in a bad tone.

Zhuo Wen was silent for a moment, finally nodded and said, "master didn't tell me that there is such a price for great spiritual skills. If I had known this, I wouldn't be able to get rid of master's prohibition!"

Touch!

Zhuo Wen just finished, a breath of terror with a burning sense of killing suddenly invaded.

Zhuo Wen didn't notice for a moment. He was bombarded by this breath. With a dull hum, he couldn't help falling out and smashing it on the rock wall behind him. The whole person was embedded in it.

"It's you, son of a bitch. Do you want to kill Lingyun?"

The white haired young man's whole body exudes a terrible evil spirit. He stares at Zhuo Wen coldly, and his tone is full of anger and killing intention.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen vomited blood and reluctantly came down from the rock wall. His face was very white and his eyes stared coldly at the white haired youth.

The young man with white hair didn't do it again. A trace of sadness appeared in his angry eyes.

"Do you know that Lingyun's life span is running out. She may die if she performs great spiritual skills again!" the white haired youth was seriously sad, his shoulders trembled and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Zhuo Wen silently looked at the white haired youth crying. His anger gradually dissipated, but was replaced by confusion.

What does the white haired youth mean? Why is it that there is little life left for single Lingyun?

They stood opposite each other and fell into a long silence.

Suddenly, Shan Lingyun, sitting cross legged on the Bank of the pond, snorted, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and his face was even white.

On the sky, small pupils converged into the eyebrows of single aura.

Poop!

Shan Lingyun fell to the ground and coughed constantly.

Zhuo Wen hurried up to hold Shan Lingyun, but the white haired youth had taken the lead, and he brushed his sleeves, and Zhuo Wen involuntarily stepped back dozens of steps.

"Don't get close to Lingyun!" the white haired youth looked at Zhuo Wen unkindly.