Natural Fairy Species Chapter 278

  Chapter 278 The First Immortal Cultivation Family

  A million miles away from Liang Country, there is a gloomy mountain stream.

  Fang Tiansheng stood leaning against the wall, his face like gold paper, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  The gold-tuning dragon beast sat on the ground next to it, and there were two deep bone wounds on its back, which were more than ten feet long.

  Blood flowed and piled up on the ground into a small pool.

   With such an injury, the Tunjindilong beast has rough skin and thick flesh, long vitality and blood, and basically half of its life is gone after changing to a third-level monster.

  Even the Gold-Tuning Dragon Beast, which is known for its powerful vitality, has no energy at the moment, and even has no energy to eat the metal and mineral materials that it usually loves in front of its eyes.

  He was panting heavily, like a leaking fan, and the bones were exposed between the ups and downs of the wound.

   "Three complete alchemy and two late alchemy, is this lineup enough?"

  Fang Tiansheng held down the wound of the natal spirit beast with heartache, and a large amount of blood instantly penetrated his clothes, turning him into a blood man.

   "Not bad, barely up to my standard."

  A black shadow flashed past, and an indistinct figure stood in the air, as if it would be blown away by a gust of wind.

  He was bathed in blood, with thousands of mouths squirming and opening and closing, as if devouring and merging something.

  Five monks were lying on the ground. They were breathless, and their faces were serene, revealing a kind of strangeness.

   "I told you to make an appointment with Ge Cang. If he is alone, I will count you as three places... You just don't want to, otherwise you don't have to make it like this. I almost got myself stuck here."

   "Pick Ge Cang, I'm afraid you won't have the appetite to eat it!"

  Fang Tiansheng sneered, and there was a yellow light flowing from the place where the palm of his hand was attached to the gold swallowing land dragon beast.

  Tunjindidragon Beast's injury quickly shrank and healed, but blood seeped into his back, and a much smaller wound appeared.

  The great pain from his back made Fang Tiansheng stagger and fell to the ground.

   But head held high, refused to lower.

  If it weren't for the fact that the Daoist Blood God has a high probability of becoming a Nascent Soul, he would kill the news of Liang Guo's blood sacrifice to several sects.

   It is impossible for him to agree to the other party's request. He came to the Frost Kingdom and attracted many top-level alchemy masters into the urn under the pretext of having a piece of the remains of a true emperor in the middle ages.

  Doing this kind of thing, once exposed, even if it is just an accomplice, will make himself and the Wanshoumen fall into eternal doom.

   But if you don't survive from death, dragging your broken body to face the real blood god, you will die even more.

   "Hehe, a mere late-stage alchemist can suppress it at will...In the Burial Valley, I can clearly see the strength of you guys."

  There seemed to be disdain in Sombra's words, and he turned into a black wind and left quickly, with an ethereal voice coming from high above.

   "If you want to ask for the five-crystal divine iron, you can lure a Yuanying Zhenjun to the trap within ten years, and you can contact it in the same way... You must hurry up, you are not the only one doing things in my hands!"

  Fang Tiansheng looked at the direction where the black shadow disappeared, his eyes were fierce, like a lion licking its wounds.

   "Aiming at Cultivator Nascent Soul, is it implying that I lure True Monarch Nine Lotus into the game? But the strength revealed by his body is at most slightly better than mine. How can I have the confidence to deal with True Monarch Nascent Soul..."

  Although it is hard to find a perfect monk who has formed an alchemy, there are often one or two old immortals hidden in those forces with a long history.

Fang Tiansheng used his identity as a vest that was in the Central Territory a hundred years ago, changed his appearance, and attracted this group of aging top-notch alchemy pills on the grounds that there were fourth-order life-prolonging elixir in the medieval ruins recorded in the treasure map in his hand. real person.

  But Zhenjun Yuanying can count the number of people in the entire Northern Territory.

   If you come to the door rashly, it is impossible to reach a cooperation, let alone introduce a trap.

  The only possibility is that Fang Tiansheng appears on the stage with his real identity, finds his old acquaintance Jiulian Zhenjun, and throws out a temptation that cannot be refused.

   Only then can it be possible to meet Sombra's requirements.

   "My current identity as a casual cultivator in the middle domain has been in operation since a hundred years ago. I have deliberately created the illusion of two identities appearing at the same time. It is unlikely that I will be suspected of this deity."

  The immortal cultivators of the Frost Kingdom regard Fang Tiansheng, who has changed his face, as a casual cultivator in the middle domain, and he has secret treasures on his body that can block divination, magic calculation, and causal mysteries.

  The probability of being traced to the bottom and being traced to the identity of the Wanshoumen deity is extremely low.

  But it's different to plot against True Monarch Nine Lotus, needless to say it failed.

  Exploding the golden core early may be the happiest way to die.

  Even if things come to fruition, they still have to face the crazy revenge of the Holy Lotus Sect.

  Fang Tiansheng would not feel that the Holy Lotus Sect, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and has produced many Nascent Soul True Monarchs, lacks fourth-order means.

   "But with the five-crystal divine iron, the old man has a high probability of becoming a fourth-order spirit beast. At that time, no matter the real blood **** or the holy lotus sect can carry it!"

  Fang Tiansheng's eyes were frenzied, as long as the gold swallowing land dragon beast breaks through to the fourth level, his lifespan can grow again.

   At that time, even if there is no Huaying Pill, with time, you can refine two more natal magic weapons to resist the catastrophe.

  Combined with the fact that the natal spirit beast feeds back to its master under the influence of the Yulingjingjing, the probability of becoming a baby is more than 50%.

   "Old man, for the future of you and me, this matter may really be a risky gamble."

  Gold-Tuning Dragon Beast tilted its head, stuck out its tongue and licked affectionately, licking away the blood on Fang Tiansheng's hands.

  Fang Tiansheng had a plan in mind, but it was absolutely impossible for Soi Ying to make him do something great just by saying five crystal magic iron verbally.

   With a wave of both hands, countless golden knives criss-crossed and rolled the five monks on the ground into pieces.

   At the same time, he took out a corpse from the storage bag, soaked it in the same way, and sprinkled it on the ground.

   Bombarded the mountain stream again with spells to cover up the damage caused by the gold swallowing dragon beast, and used secret treasures to disturb the atmosphere in the mountain stream.

   After finishing all this, he put away his natal spirit beast, changed into a new outfit and left in a low-key manner.

  Bai Zichen strolled among the bamboo seas, listening to the rustling sound of the wind blowing.

  Gun Gun quickly climbed among the bamboos, grabbed a piece of tender bamboo and gnawed on it, and immediately liked the new and disliked the old and changed his target.

  Suddenly, a special spiritual bamboo in front of it attracted its attention. In its eyes, it was extraordinarily fresh and full of aura.

   Immediately jumped up, swinging back and forth, making a clear jade sound.

   Just as he was about to bite down, a big hand pinched his neck and lifted him into the air.

   "The little guy has quite a picky taste, so you can't eat it... I'll let you eat as much as you want when the holy sound bamboos are everywhere in the mountains and plains in the future."

  A total of five or six spiritual bamboos mutated into second-order holy sound bamboos.

  Bai Zichen is going to keep it as a seed, to see if there is a chance to produce a Leiyin bamboo.

  Even if it doesn't work, dozens of plants must be cultivated to refine the Yinzhu Sword.

  In order to speed up the speed of Lingzhu's mutation, he even thought about whether to expand the scope of teaching Yimu Qingshenshu, so that all disciples of the sect can learn it.

  But after thinking about it, I gave up on this seemingly tempting idea.

   After all, in the eyes of Black Mountain monks, the Yimu Qingshen Art is Bai's blood art.

   This is why only Bai family members can use this spell to make Lingzhu mutate and advance, and it becomes an ordinary auxiliary spell if it is replaced by another person.

   But if the monks of Qingfengmen also mastered this ability, the theory of blood spells would be self-defeating.

  In Heishan County, with Bai Zichen's current status, he can naturally suppress any doubts and be fearless.

   I'm afraid that it will be taken as an anecdote and spread, and it will be troublesome if it falls into the ears of interested people.

  He didn't want to provoke enemies from overseas when he faced the potential threat of the blood **** real person.

   "You guys have any questions about cultivation, feel free to ask them."

  Bai Zichen finally completed the five-crystal eternal casting body today, and he was in a good mood. He smiled and said to the three juniors following behind him.

   "Old Ancestor, I have been refining Qi for several years, but I still can't find a chance to achieve great perfection. I have also taken two pills of breaking the realm, but it didn't work."

  As the leader of the Bai family, Bai Xiran has subdued the management of the Bai family for several years on Tianlei Cliff, and there has never been a single incident where a member of the family used his identity as an ancestor to show off his might and clashed with the disciples of Qingfengmen.

   This is something that many members of the family of the ancestor of Jiedan couldn't do after getting rich overnight.

   "Your foundation is insufficient, and your mana is vain. Even if you rely on the power of pills to break through the bottleneck, you still don't have enough mana to support you to go further... You can either change the exercises, or find a heaven and earth spirit that can replenish vitality and take it, which can resolve it."

  Bai Zichen couldn't help but go to see the bottlenecks of Qi-refining monks' cultivation, took out a photo of the Nine Suns Divine Fire Mirror, and looked at the human meridian map to see the result.

   "Brother, what about me?"

  Bai Ziying lost a lot of scruples in his words, and asked with a friendly attitude.

   "It's not bad. I will try to refine Qi within ten years."

Bai Zichen glanced at the two brothers and sisters with very different temperaments, and his younger brother Bai Ziyu stood behind shyly without saying a word: "Ziyu, if you feel that you can't find a breakthrough direction, you might as well learn a variety of arts to adjust your mood." , don't put too much pressure on yourself.”

   As for the cousins, he naturally opened a small door and asked Tong Huan to teach them on his behalf.

  At the same time, there is no shortage of training resources, and they will only be more abundant than the true disciples of the sect.

  But the brothers and sisters have come to the present, and there has been a gap in cultivation.

  Bai Ziying broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refining last year, and Bai Ziyu broke through to the seventh level of Qi Refining a few months later.

  But Bai Ziyu is not lazy and inattentive, on the contrary, according to Tong Huan, he works much harder than ordinary sect disciples.

   It can only be attributed to the same three spiritual roots, and there is still a gap in talent and understanding.

   "Well, I have been practicing Yimu Qingshenjutsu recently, and I have taken care of 300 Xuanmo bamboos, and I hope that one of them can mutate into a holy sound bamboo as soon as possible."

  Bai Ziyu's voice was like a mosquito, and he lowered his head after saying the last sentence.

  Bai Zichen shook his head helplessly, there were no bones left that hadn't been eaten by people with such a temper in the world of cultivating immortals.

  Perhaps it is a better choice to have one's own protection to stay in Qingfengmen, and to spend a lifetime in peace.

   "In the future, if the clansmen cultivate the Holy Sound Bamboo, if there is no need for foundation-building spiritual objects, let them ask for it and exchange it for corresponding contributions... You can also exchange for the exchangeable items listed in the Qingfeng Gate."

  Bai Zichen considered that he didn't have so many foundation-building spiritual objects on hand, and secondly, some clansmen were too far away from using the foundation-building spiritual objects, so they couldn't use them at all.

  Since this is the case, it is better to follow the old practice of opening up wasteland and inheriting steles, allowing non-zongmen disciples to exchange their contribution points for various treasures.

   "I will definitely pass on the old ancestor Enshang."

  Bai Xiran was overjoyed. In this way, every member of the Bai family who stayed on Tianlei Cliff would be able to accumulate a fortune, and they would all have a good chance of becoming a late-stage Qi refining monk.

  Decades later, the Bai family is the number one cultivator in Montenegro.

  (end of this chapter)

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