natural fairy species

Chapter 278 The First Immortal Cultivation Family
A million miles away from the Liang Kingdom, there is a gloomy mountain stream.

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

The Dragon Beast Tunjin was lying on the ground next to it, and there were two deep bone wounds on its back, which were more than ten feet long.

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

With such an injury, the Tunjindilong's skin is rough and fleshy, and its vitality and blood are long. After changing its head to a third-order monster, it basically lost half of its life.

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

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 bloody 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 the blood, with thousands of mouths squirming and opening and closing, as if devouring and merging something.

There were five monks lying on the ground, all breathless, and their faces were serene, revealing a kind of strangeness.

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

"Choose 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 Tunjin Land Dragon Beast.

Tunjin Land Dragon 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 the head is high and refuses to lower it.

If it weren't for the real blood god who had 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, and he came to the Frost Kingdom to attract many top-level alchemy masters into the urn under the pretext of having a piece of the remains of the true emperor in the middle ages.

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

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

"Hehe, a mere late-stage alchemist can easily be suppressed... In the Burial Valley, I can clearly see the strength of you guys."

There seemed to be disdain in Soi Ying'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 Nascent Soul True Monarch to the trap within ten years, and you can contact him 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 wound.

"Aiming at monk Nascent Soul, is it implying that I lure True Monarch Nine Lotuses 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 monks who have completed alchemy, there are often one or two old immortals hidden in those forces with a long history.

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

But Zhenjun Yuanying can count how many people there are 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 the requirements of Sombra.

"My current identity as a casual cultivator in the Central Territory 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 world of cultivators in the Frost Kingdom regards Fang Tiansheng, who has changed his face, as a casual cultivator in the Central Territory, and he has secret treasures on his body that can block divination, divine calculation, and causal mysteries.

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

But it is different to calculate Jiulian Zhenjun, needless to say that it failed.

Exploding the golden core early may be the most joyful way to die.

Even if things are done, they will face the crazy revenge of the Holy Lotus Sect.

Fang Tiansheng didn't think that the Holy Lotus Sect, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years and produced many Nascent Soul True Monarchs, lacked 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 god or the holy lotus sect can carry it!"

Fang Tiansheng's eyes showed frenzy, as long as the gold-tuning land dragon beast breaks through to the fourth level, his lifespan can grow again.

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

Coupled with the fact that the natal spirit beast feeds back to its master under the influence of the Yuling Scripture, the probability of becoming a baby is more than [-]%.

"Old man, for the sake of you and my future, this matter may really have to take a risk."

The Tunjin Dragon Beast tilted its head, stuck out its tongue and licked it 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 crystals of iron.

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.

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

After finishing all this, he put away the natal spirit beast, changed into a new attire 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 climbed quickly among the spirit bamboos, grabbed a section 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, and it was particularly fresh and full of aura in its eyes.

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 your fill when there will be sacred bamboos all over 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 the teaching of Yimu Qingshenju, so that all disciples of the sect can learn it.

But after thinking about it, he 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 someone else learns it.

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

In Heishan County, with Bai Zichen's current status, he would naturally be able to suppress any suspicion 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 god real person.

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

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

"Old Ancestor, I have practiced the ninth level of Qi for several years, but I still can't find the opportunity for great perfection. I have also taken two pills of breaking the realm, but it didn't work."

As the leader and elder of the Bai family, Bai Xiran has been submissive to 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 the Qingfeng sect.

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 magic power is vain. Even if you rely on the power of pills to break through the bottleneck, you still don't have enough magic power to support you to go further... Either change the cultivation method, or find a heaven and earth spirit that can replenish vitality and take it to resolve it. "

Bai Zichen couldn't help but look at the bottlenecks of qi refining monks' cultivation, took out the Jiuyang Shenhuo Jian to take a photo, and looked at the human meridian map to see the result.

"Brother, what about me?"

Bai Ziying's words lost a lot of scruples, and he asked with a friendly attitude.

"It's not bad. I'll 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 now that the siblings have reached the present, there is already 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, on the contrary, according to Tong Huan, he has worked 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 [-] Xuanmo bamboos, hoping 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.

Perhaps it is a better choice to have one's own protection to stay in the Qingfeng Sect and live a stable life.

"In the future, if there are clan members who cultivate the Holy Sound Bamboo, if they don't need the 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 Qingfengmen."

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 didn't need them at all.

That being the case, it is better to follow the old practice of the war of opening up wasteland and inheriting steles, and allow 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 Qi refining monk.

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

(End of this chapter)