Evergreen

Chapter 16 Magic Repair Storage Bag, Blood Crystal

There was a slight silence in the hall, and several people's hearts were heavy, and they all guessed the reason for Chen Qingmeng's retreat.

Without the assistance of the Foundation Establishment Pill, the cultivator really had to take his life to blog if he wanted to establish the foundation successfully. This time Chen Qingmeng retreated, and there was a [-]% chance that he would never be able to survive again.

After a while, the fifth elder, Chen Qingwan, asked, "You called the elders meeting just after you came back. What happened to Pingyang County?"

Chen Nianzhi came back to his senses. At this time, the top priority was to pull out the hidden magic cultivator in Pingyang County, and he couldn't care about anything else. He quickly told everyone the whole story.

The fourth elder, Chen Qingyuan, had the most irritable temper, and slapped the table with anger on the spot: "We must not fail to respond to this matter, otherwise the major immortals and demon cultivators will think that we are weak and can be bullied."

The three elders have presided over the clan for many years, not only have a stable temperament, but also have the clearest order.

"As long as you make up your mind, ordinary magic cultivators will definitely not be able to avoid our investigation one by one, but the manpower needed for this is really short of manpower today."

"However, the importance of the matter is not important. Anything that is not urgent can be put down."

"This matter is no trivial matter. As long as the monks in the family are not in seclusion, they must call out their efforts."

Chen Nianzhi also nodded and added: "In order to guard against powerful magic cultivators, we have to go as far as possible."

"Yeah." The third elder also nodded and said, "Just in case, the three of you will go together, and I will sit on the family side."

The meeting ended soon, and the task of investigating the magic cultivator was set as such.

This time, the family is determined to completely pull out the hidden hidden dangers of cultivators among mortals at all costs.

That night, the three elders personally summoned the monks in the clan one by one, and issued this task that could not be refused.

And Chen Nianzhi was sitting in the mansion, holding the storage bag in his hand.

This storage bag was obtained by him beheading the black-robed demon cultivator. For the past ten days, he has been taking the time to break the above prohibition, and today he finally broke the magic cultivator's spiritual sense.

After opening the storage bag, Chen Nianzhi checked the contents.

The old devil doesn't have many things, except for the two magic treasures, the Seven Soul Evil Ghost Banner and the Black Shuo, there is only a small cyan shield.

The two magic treasures are extremely vicious treasures. If they are used frequently, they will affect the cultivator's mind. Although Chen Nianzhi is not a pedantic person, he does not dare to use it easily until the moment of life and death.

The small cyan shield is a pure first-order high-grade magic weapon. This object is called the Qingling Shield. The shield light it turns after being stimulated is enough to resist the attack of the cultivators in the late stage of Qi training.

On that day, the black-robed old demon relied on this treasure and resisted the repeated attacks of Qingyejian. If it weren't for the amazing power of the Chiyan Talisman left by the seventh uncle, I am afraid that Chen Nianzhi might not be able to take him.

After obtaining this shield, Chen Nianzhi immediately sacrificed it to make up for the vacancy of his own defensive magic weapon.

He found that most of the storage bags were sundries. Besides that, there were two bottles of elixirs, 30 yuan spirit stones, a broken map, and more than 400 blood crystals.

The two bottles of medicinal pills are both magical pills made from blood and evil. Once they are taken, they may be in danger of being demonic. Chen Nianzhi can only destroy them.

The incomplete map seems to be only half, it seems to be the ruins of a monk's cave, but because it is too incomplete, there is nothing to see.

The 30 yuan Lingshi is equivalent to Chen Nianzhi's annual salary, which is also a good income, but what really makes Chen Nianzhi feel chills are more than 400 blood crystals.

Humans, as the gods of all things, were born in this world. Even if they never practiced, they often have a little spiritual energy over time.

Blood crystals are the essence smelted from the blood of mortals. Usually, ten mortals can only smelt out one blood crystal.

For a demon cultivator, the spiritual energy contained in a blood crystal is about the same as that of a low-grade spiritual stone, but it is filled with turbid energy and suffocating energy, which can only be used by demon cultivators, and immortal cultivators dare not absorb it at all.

Right now, the blood crystals in the storage bag are piled up like numbness, which means that there are four thousand mortals who have been drained of blood by the magic cultivator, so that they can be smelted into these four hundred blood crystals.

"The magician of this world..."

"It's really not for the son of man, and it's devoid of conscience!"

Chen Nianzhi looked at the blood crystal, and his eyes were almost split, even if he was a human being in two lives, it was difficult to calm down.

Ever since he was a child, he has been immersed in his eyes and ears, and he has long heard that demon cultivators are not productive, have an evil and crazy temperament, like to burn, kill, loot, and do things like extinction.

You must know that most demon cultivators are also human races. Using the souls of the same clan to sacrifice magic treasures, and smelting blood crystals with mortal blood as their own promotion resources, this is too cruel and vicious, and it is not enough to kill people.

"Every demon in the world should be killed!"

A trace of murderous intent appeared in Chen Nianzhi's eyes, but he quickly subsided.

"I'm not strong enough."

"It's better to protect this birth me and support me, the precarious Chen clan."

After being silent for a long time, he destroyed the blood crystals, magic pills and other objects one by one, and then closed his eyes.

"I was born in the vastness of the sky and the earth. I was a humble mayfly and an ant like dust. I struggled to cross between life and death, and I couldn't see the way forward."

"Only by practicing can we find the slightest opportunity to change our destiny."

"Cultivation is a long road."

"..."

Early the next morning, Chen Nianzhi, together with the fourth and fifth elders, took the Chen family cultivator to Pingyang County.

This time, in addition to the people who are sitting on Qingyuan Mountain, almost all the people who can be used on Qingyuan Mountain have been dispatched.

From the clan elders of the elder generation, down to the juniors who have just broken through the early stage of qi training, those who can make a move have put down the things in their hands.

Some people retreated to the half way out, some people let go of the five elements that had been refined to half, some people ended their vacations, and some people took care of the things in the spiritual field.

Even Chen Changyan, the long-term clan elder who was responsible for the inheritance of the family and dedicated to educating the younger generation of the family to practice, came out and wanted to do more for the family.

Chen Changyan is now 110 years old, almost touching the threshold of the 120-year-old Qi training limit, and now he has already lost both energy and blood, and it is time to not do anything.

Seeing that he was going to go with him, Chen Nianzhi couldn't sit still and wanted to let him go back to take care of his health, but he shouted:
"You little boy, don't think that when I become an elder, I dare not train you."

"You forgot, I taught you to practice since childhood."

"Now that you are an elder, you look down on my old man?"

"It's really a battle of life and death, and my old bones haven't completely rotted yet."

After receiving a training in vain, Chen Nianzhi was speechless.

He knew that such old cultivators who had practiced for a hundred years and never died in a fight were often experienced and ruthless.

If you really start, the opponent's strength in a short period of time is not necessarily worse than him.

But it's only the power of a battle. Once he makes a full effort, no matter what the result is, he will end up dying from exhaustion of qi and blood.

(End of this chapter)