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The bone needles glowed with a faint cold light, which seemed particularly penetrating in the dark secret room of the ancestral temple.

Lin Yuan stood in front of the ancestor's shriveled corpse, took a deep breath, filtered through the mixed memories of evil cultivators in his mind, and locked on one of the extremely unsophisticated methods - golden needle acupoints.

In the world of cultivating immortals, when high-level monks examine the cause of death of low-level monks, they usually use their spiritual consciousness to scan the meridians around their bodies.

If the remaining spiritual energy in the physical body is disordered and the acupoints are damaged, it will most likely be judged as an obsession or a backlash from the skill.

And Patriarch Lin's physical body is already exhausted and his end is approaching, so this is the best disguise card.

"Ancestor, since you taught me to eat the weak and the strong before you were alive, then after you die, I will help my grandson one last time."

Lin Yuan's face was expressionless, and his fingertips moved slightly with spiritual power. A bone needle instantly turned into a very fine white light and accurately penetrated the Baihui point on the head of Patriarch Lin.

A dull, thin sound.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan kept moving, his hands passing over the major points of the body like butterflies passing through flowers.

The sun, the sea of ​​​​qi, the gate of life, the spring...a total of nine bone needles were all submerged into the physical body.

This is a method used by evil cultivators to stimulate the remaining potential of puppets, and it is now being used in reverse by Lin Yuan.

As the bone needles completely sealed the acupoints, the bits and pieces of spiritual power that remained in Patriarch Lin's body and belonged to the late-stage foundation-building monks began to flow crazily in the meridians, and finally hit the Dantian violently.

Lin Yuan made a mistake and quickly retreated three feet.

Ancestor Lin's face twitched violently, and his originally gray complexion turned strangely red. Then with a "wow" sound, he spurted out a mouthful of black and red blood.

That was the last trace of life in his body that was forced out along with the turbid blood.

The meridians are cut off, and vitality is completely cut off.

Lin Yuan then stepped forward and arranged Patriarch Lin's body into the most common posture of sitting cross-legged with five hearts facing the sky in the world of immortality.

His hands were folded on his knees, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was a hint of reluctance and madness in his expression.

In the eyes of outsiders, this was clearly a late-stage foundation-building overhaul who was about to reach his end. He tried to break through the golden elixir bottleneck in despair, but ended up with a backflow of spiritual energy and a backlash of his energy, and he died.

"The deadline has come, and frantically trying to gain a chance of survival is very consistent with the behavior of a selfish and evil cultivator."

Lin Yuan whispered, quite satisfied with his arrangement.

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