I Am a Late Bloomer In the World of Immortality Chapter 446

Chapter 446 Shou Nu condenses into smoke, the masked monk (4k, please subscribe)

Time flies, and the years fly by.

More than two hundred years have passed. Ancestor Ningyan, who entered the Taixu Realm twice in his prime, is now approaching his final years, just like Bai Zhi.

—One general's success can make a thousand bones dry up. Wei Tu's attainment of Nascent Soul was achieved by stepping on the shoulders of Patriarch Ning Yan and other fellow exploring monks.

However, unlike Bai Zhi who is in a coma and can only wait for the end of his life, Ancestor Ningyan has successfully extended his lifespan in the past ten years by using magic and sorcery.

“It's just, it's not enough! To practice the "Female Ten Thousand Yin Strategy", you need the Yuan Yin of three hundred female foundation-building cultivators. Now, at the Male Harvesting Conference, only less than one hundred female foundation-building cultivators have come..."

“This little amount of Yuan Yin alone can only extend my life by thirty years at most.”

Jingguo, Hehuan Sect was divided into helmsmen.

Ancestor Ningyan who is practicing in the cave is like an old woman. Her hair is gray, her wrinkles are piled up, her body is as thin as firewood, and there is no trace of her former beauty.

Moreover, his face no longer had the calm look it had in the Taixu Realm.

Shao Qing, after he finished meditating and vomiting, looked greedy and looked slightly crazy at the two male demon cultivators who were tied to the pillars and were in the middle stage of foundation building.

"In addition to the life-extending method of "Girls' Ten Thousand Yin Strategies", swallowing the Yuan Yang of both of you can also extend my life by several years."

Ancestor Ningyan licked her lips and walked to the two demonic male cultivators. She held the face of the nearby short and fat male cultivator and spoke softly.

“No! Don't come over!” The short, fat male cultivator's eyes were full of fear, and he kept shrinking back.

More than a dozen days ago, when he was arrested by the Hehuan Sect, he thought about his own way of death and thought that "dying under peonies would be a romantic life as a ghost", which invisibly reduced some resistance.

However, he never thought that the monk who deprived him of his Yuan Yang was not the young female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, but the old woman Ning Yan Patriarch.

This method of death was undoubtedly much more difficult for him to accept.

However, it was obvious that the resistance of the short and fat male cultivator was of no use. In less than an instant, he was sucked into a withered corpse by Ancestor Ningyan, and all his essence was lost.

Half a day later.

Two male demon cultivators died tragically.

At this time, Ancestor Ning Yan also looked much younger. She was a woman in her forties or fifties, and she still had the charm of a half-old lady.

Then, Patriarch Ningyan waved his sleeves and opened the stone door of his cave.

She looked at a young monk wearing white clothes standing outside the stone gate.

“You did a good job this time. You found these two good Yangdings, both of which are of excellent quality.”

Ancestor Ningyan showed admiration.

“It is the disciple's duty to do things for the master. How can the disciple not do his duty with all his heart and soul when the master instructs him?”

Hearing this, the monk in white immediately bowed and spoke flattering words to Patriarch Ningyan.

It wasn't long before he became a disciple of Patriarch Ningyan. Less than fifty years.

Probably he took advantage of the situation after Leng Yuyuan died and Ningyan ancestor had no direct descendant.

Therefore, there was not much emotional foundation between him and Ancestor Ningyan.

So when facing this master, "Qiaogao" had to be respectful and did not dare to overstep the mark.

When Patriarch Ningyan heard this, he nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Qiao Gao's filial piety.

　　However, the next sentence made Kilgour sweat profusely and instantly.

“Since you are so capable, it shouldn't be a problem to find two good Yang or Yin cauldrons like before for me within a year.”

Ancestor Ningyan said calmly.

"This..." Kilgour was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

The foundation-building demon cultivator outside is not a bird in the wild. He can lay an ambush at will and lay down a cage.

The two Yangdings just now were captured by him after a great deal of effort.

Now, how easy is it to catch two more?

“If it doesn't work, then you can practice as a Yang Ding and as a teacher.”

Seeing that Qiao Gao was slow to respond to these words, Patriarch Ningyan could not help but raise his eyebrows and threatened him.

“Yes, I will do my best to do it!”

Hearing this, Kilgour could only bite the bullet and agree, no matter how reluctant he was.

Even though high-level monks in the Hehuan Sect are strictly prohibited from taking supplements from their fellow sects, Kilgour doesn't think that Ning Yan's ancestor, who is about to end his lifespan, will have any sense at all by then.

At that time, faced with the violation of regulations by Patriarch Ningyan, a longevity slave at the peak of the Golden Core, there is a high probability that the top leaders of the Hehuan Sect will only turn a blind eye or close one eye.

As for him, he could only try his best to satisfy Patriarch Ningyan's greed and not let him take advantage of him before he died.

“Old man, after you die, I will not only inherit your inheritance, but I will also refine your bones into a corpse puppet and torture you day and night.”

Chorgeau secretly made up his mind.

Thinking like this, Qiao climbed above the mountain gate and flew all the way to Xianjiafang City, the nearest place to the Hehuan Sect branch.

As usual, he sent his Qi training disciples to keep an eye on the foundation-building casual cultivators in Fang City one by one, waiting for these monks to be alone in the wild.

However, what Qiao Gao didn't notice was that when he was separated from his disciples, a green-robed monk suddenly paused slightly near him, looked at him with golden eyes, and flicked his finger, releasing a burst of energy. A transparent moth followed closely behind him.

Half an hour later.

When Kilgour walked into the restaurant and went to his familiar private room to drink, as soon as he entered the door, he felt dizzy and fell unconscious on the table.

At this moment, the green-robed monk who was standing next to Qiao Gao suddenly appeared in the box.

“I didn't expect that it took no effort to get here. As soon as I arrived at the Hehuan Sect, I bumped into the newly recruited disciple of Ancestor Ningyan.” The green-robed monk smiled slightly and thought.

This green-robed monk was naturally Wei Tu who came to know that Fu Lin was in trouble.

He spent a year to refine the demon souls of Tuoshan Demon King and Golden Back Demon King into "cursed ghosts", and used the special secret technique of "Cursed Ghost Blood Escape Technique". After the contract was completed, he rushed here non-stop. .

In the middle of the journey, no time was wasted.

But this time, Wei Tu did not search for the soul of Qiao Gao, the captive cultivator.

Small forces may not be able to detect any clues about the soul-searched monks, but for large sects such as the Hehuan Sect, the chance of detecting them is not low.

Coincidentally, the colorful phantom moth in Wei Tu's hand can also achieve the effect of searching for souls due to its innate illusion skills.

It is more than enough to deal with Kilgour, a foundation-building monk.

Half a day later.

Wei Tu got some of the information he wanted from Qiao Gao.

Then, he thought for a moment, waved his sleeves, and solved Kilgour's illusion, making him wake up.

"Here, a barrier has been set up by Fu. No matter how loud you shout, it will be difficult for people outside to hear you."

“I think you also know that Fu can silently stun you and kill you with just a snap of his fingers.”

Wei Tu snorted coldly and said.

"Junior knows, junior knows." Kilgour turned pale with fright and nodded in reply.

Although he can't see through Wei Tu's cultivation level, he is not stupid and can guess it. Wei Tu's cultivation level is at least in the late Jindan stage or above. Otherwise, it would not be able to make him unconscious easily.

"Fu Lin and I have an old relationship. This time Fu came here just to save him. Do you think there is any way to achieve this?" Wei Tu got straight to the point and went straight to the topic.

Obtaining information through "Soul Search" and figuring out a way to rescue Fu Lin and escape are two different things.

Professional things must be done by professional people.

Among the low-level disciples of the Hehuan Sect, only Qiao Gao, the direct disciple of Ningyan Ancestor, has the strength to facilitate this matter.

"This matter..." Hearing this, Qiao Gao did not answer immediately. His eyes flashed slightly, he gritted his teeth and looked up at Wei Tu, bowed his hands and said: "This junior can indeed come up with a way to rescue Fu Lin. But so After doing this, the junior's future in the Hehuan Sect will inevitably be in doubt, and he will also be held accountable by the Hehuan Sect.”

The meaning of Kilgour is very simple.

He can think of ways and can execute them.

But Wei Tu had to give him a guarantee.

Otherwise, he would be dead here in Wei Tu and dead in the Hehuan Sect, so why bother to go through such a big circle.

"Okay! Fu can promise that after you succeed, I will give you a Jade Flame Pill! And I promise that I will never attack you again!"

Hearing this, Wei Tu pondered for a moment, turned his palm, took out a Jade Flame Pill, and waved it in front of Qiao Gao a few times.

with the Biyan Pill, the alternative to the Mortal Pill, although it's not worth mentioning in front of Wei Tu, a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But obviously, its allure is second to none to Kilgour, a foundation-building monk.

“Every three months, my master will go back to the cave to do another ritual to extend his life. During this period, he is in his weakest state.”

“Normally, there will be no contact with the outside world.”

“Junior can fake his orders and transport Fu Lin from the inner gate tripod room to the outer gate area.”

“At that time, it depends on whether the senior can take Fu Lin away.”

Qiao Gao swallowed his saliva and said slowly.

“Return to work and rebuild?”

Wei Tu was surprised after hearing this, but when he thought about it later, he understood that this should be a shortcoming of the demonic skills practiced by Ningyan ancestor, or a last resort after his life span was about to run out.

After all, the way of heaven is balanced, and while the practice of demonic skills is faster than that of the righteous method, it also has some disadvantages that are difficult to eliminate.

These disadvantages are not obvious to monks when they first practice, but they will become more obvious in the later stages.

“Just follow this strategy!”

Wei Tu narrowed his eyes slightly and agreed.

After saying this, Wei Tu waved his hand and took Kilgour in front of him. Then he took out several poisonous pills from his sleeve and injected them into Kilgour's body one by one.

“Fu is in the realm of Nascent Soul. Except for the ancestors you sent who spent a lot of money to remove these poisonous elixirs, your master, ancestor Ningyan, can't find any of them.”

"If you dare to have second thoughts, these poison pills will kill you one by one!"

Weitu threatened in a cold voice.

At this moment, of course he didn't mind, revealing his true cultivation level, and then threatening Qiao Gao.

"What?"

“Ancestor Yuanying?”

Hearing these words, Qiao Gao's complexion immediately changed slightly, and his eyes looking at Wei Tu were filled with a hint of deep fear.

At this time, don't say that he was poisoned by these poisonous elixirs.

Even if he missed, he wouldn't dare to have second thoughts.

This is not only because Yuanying Ancestor is too intimidating... but also because he knows his own value and the laws of the jungle that prevail within the Demonic Sect.

If he really offends Wei Tu, the ancestor of Nascent Soul, even if he offends him because of his loyalty, the chances of him being saved within the Hehuan Sect are slim...

After all, he was not the direct descendant of the top leaders of the Hehuan Sect. The only master he could rely on was Patriarch Ningyan, the "longevity slave" whose life was approaching.

“The younger generation will definitely try his best to help Ancestor Fu.”

Qiao raised his hands and swore.

Finished discussing with Kilgour.

Wei Tu did not stay in the restaurant's box for a long time. He turned into a ray of light and left. After leaving, he rented a cave in Fang City and lived temporarily.

According to the memory of Kilgour obtained by Wei Tu.

Ancestor Ningyan just returned to his work and rebuilt it half a day ago.

In other words, there are still three months left before the "weak period" of returning to practice.

After three months, he could follow the strategy formulated by Kilgour, go to the outer gate of the Hehuan Sect branch, meet Kilgour, and then take away Fu Lin, who was imprisoned for cultivation.

When doing big things, don't be impatient.

Regarding this matter, Wei Tu, who is experienced in the world, is naturally very patient and not impatient.

However, just as he stepped into the rented cave, a strange look appeared on his face.

It turned out that Kilgour had just rested in the box after being separated from him, when he was knocked unconscious by another masked monk and was tricked into confessing.

And these were clearly seen by the ray of divine consciousness he placed on his body.

"This person is as concerned about Fu Lin's safety as I am?" After eavesdropping for a while, Wei Tu's face showed some confusion.

According to his snooping, the masked monk who was interrogating Kilgour in the box was at least above the middle stage of the Golden Core.

However, Wei Tu had never seen the aura of this masked monk before. It was not like the Master Fu Lin he had encountered before - the old monster of the sky corpse.

“The old monster of the Heavenly Corpse is a man with endless secret skills. It is not uncommon to know several secret techniques that make breathing easier. This masked monk may be the old monster of the Heavenly Corpse.”

Wei Tu thought secretly.

He has not had much contact with Fu Lin, and he does not know if Fu Lin has any friends in the Golden Core realm.

But he expected that there would only be a handful of monks who could risk the danger and step forward to rescue Fu Lin.

Among them, the old monster of the Sky Corpse is undoubtedly among them!

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Wei Tu no longer continued to watch on the side. With a flash of light, he returned to the restaurant box and appeared in front of the masked monk and Qiao Gao.

“Fellow Taoist, please keep your hands.”

“This person, Kilgour, is already the subordinate's internal correspondent.”

Wei Tu cupped his hands and said.

"Who are you?" When the masked monk saw Wei Tu suddenly appearing, he was shocked and immediately took a step back, looking at Wei Tu with a vigilant expression.

He is in the realm of golden elixir, a monk who can suddenly appear without him noticing. There is no doubt that he is not an ordinary person.

“Fellow Taoist, who are you?”

Wei Tu didn't answer and asked the masked monk instead.

If this person is an old monster from the sky, it would be fine if he reveals his identity, but if he is not, it would be inappropriate for him to reveal his identity.

(End of this chapter)

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