natural fairy species

Chapter 72 The Last Wish of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator

In the crevice of the stone in the corner, a corpse was lying half-lying, with a big hole in a navy blue Taoist robe on his body, completely devoid of aura.

All the bones in the chest of the corpse were broken, and they should have escaped to hide in the cave with fatal injuries.

In the end, because of his serious injuries, he sat down in this deserted place.

Judging from the condition of the corpse, this monk has been sitting for more than a hundred years.

Bai Zichen didn't approach in a hurry, and stared at Lu Song.

"Brother Bai, what's the matter?"

"nothing."

Bai Zichen suddenly felt that Lu Song had some blessings on him.

Playing in the antique market when I was young, I could pick up the key to open the secret realm.

After embarking on the fairy road, I also met a 500-year-old sealwort.

Huang Jing of this year is enough to be the main material of the second-order panacea, and it is also one of the important auxiliary materials for refining the foundation building pill.

It's a pity that his strength is not good, and he can't help the monsters guarding Huang Jing's side.When he went to find a helper, he had already been picked up first, and Huang Jing was taken away.

Right now, he was the first to discover the monk's remains.

Bai Zichen didn't come close, picked up the corpse with the black bamboo sword, and rolled up a storage bag at his waist.

This storage bag is painted with a large piece of cloud, and it feels different from the one on my body, more delicate and elastic.

Bai Zichen injected mana and washed the storage bag twice. The weak mark on the storage bag that had not been owned for a hundred years was immediately erased, and the sacrifice was successful.

The inner space is one foot high, ten times larger than the space of the two storage bags in his hand.

"This is a medium-grade storage bag... Even if there is nothing in it, this storage bag alone is worth 400 yuan of spirit stones!"

The storage bag involves the superficial use of the space avenue, and the refining cost doubles every time it is upgraded.

Especially when it comes to the top-grade storage bag, it can already be regarded as a strategic item for the sect.

The top-grade storage bag has a storage space of nearly a thousand square meters, which is similar to a small warehouse.

He glanced at the items in the storage bag, picked out a jade slip, and quickly read the contents inside.

"Dig a grave and bury this senior."

Bai Zichen put down the jade slip thoughtfully, and dug a square hole on the ground with a black bamboo sword.

Cai Heng and Lu Song carefully dragged the monk's remains into the pit, and covered it with two layers of gravel and soil.

Everything in the other passages in the cave was normal, and with the help of Luo Qi who was still awake, they returned to the ground smoothly.

When the sun shines on their bodies again, Cai Heng and others seem to have passed away.

In the abandoned cave for several hours, I walked around the edge of life and death.

Luo Qi was seriously injured and fell into a coma, Cai Heng disused a defensive magic weapon, his whole body was injured, Xun Shuang overdrawn his mana to activate the family magic weapon, and injured the original source, even with the help of medicine and stones, it would take a year and a half to recover .

Lu Song, on the other hand, can be considered to have retreated completely.

But the rewards are equally rich.

Sixteen spider legs, at least 320 points of sect contribution.

Every point of sect contribution is worth at least one spirit stone, and it can be exchanged for many resources that the outside world does not have.

For the four handyman disciples, such an income can be called an astronomical figure.

"I have other arrangements, so I won't go back to the clan with you."

Bai Zichen is quite satisfied with Cai Heng and the others. Their cultivation level is not high, but they have some cultivation value.

I have already helped, and I also donated extra spider legs, so I simply sent the Buddha to the west.

"You can report my name when submitting tasks in the General Affairs Hall, and the deacon will not embarrass you."

A few handyman disciples completed the mission of the popular sect, and brought back the mutated Grimacing Jade Spider limbs of the first-order peak, which would definitely be envied by others.

Even the disciples of Shuwutang, there will be people who find fault with them, lower the price, or doubt whether their tasks are completed through normal channels.

According to what Su Lie said, there has been news spread in the door recently, saying that Bai Zichen has advanced to the late stage of Qi refining, and he doesn't know where the news came from.

But anyway, it was much easier for Su Lie and Peng Jinhu to find someone to do things, and they obviously felt the closeness of all parties.

For example, Peng Jinhu went to the general affairs hall to collect daily necessities last month, and the deacon in the hall had a conversation with him in person.

He has a kind attitude and states that if there is any trouble, you can find him as much as possible.

Therefore, Bai Zichen believed that with his face, Shuwutang would give the green light.

"Thank you for your care, Senior Brother Bai. Although our cultivation base is low, I hope to do my best for Senior Brother."

Cai Heng and Xun Shuang looked at each other and bowed to thank each other.

Such a powerful, promising, moral, and generous inner disciple, if he hadn't taken refuge in the past earlier, after two years he would become a true disciple, there would be no room for them.

Bai Zichen waved his hand, and his body transformed into sword light, which instantly became a small dot and disappeared from sight.

"Junior Brother Lu, from now on we all need to get closer and closer."

Cai Heng took Lu Song's arm and said enthusiastically.

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"Dali Kingdom, Tianli Sect... seems to be separated from Liang Guo by several countries, thousands of miles away, and Tianli Sect has never been heard of."

While flying with his sword, Bai Zichen was thinking about the contents of the jade slip he got from the monk's remains.

The owner of the corpse, Meng Zhaode, was a cultivator in the mid-stage of foundation establishment. He was born in the Tianli Sect of Dali Kingdom. He traveled thousands of miles to Montenegro, and he was burdened with a secret mission of the sect.

Specifically, without mentioning much, it mainly talked about his life and why he sat here.

According to what Meng Zhaode said, Tianli Sect is a great sect of Yuanying, and there have been Zhenjun Yuanying sitting in it from generation to generation.

He himself built the foundation at fifty years, and he had to practice for a Jiazi before he could reach the middle stage of foundation building, and the road was difficult.

In order to seek a chance, he took on the secret mission of the sect with rich rewards, and spent several years reaching the Montenegro Mountains.

Unexpectedly, only a few months after entering the mountain, he bumped into a Kui Niu demon king, broke two spiritual weapons, and fled with a seriously injured body.

After barely hiding in this abandoned cave, he found that the medicine stone for his injury was ineffective, and Meng Zhaode's heart was directly broken by the blow of Kui Niu Demon King.

Before sitting down, he held his last breath and entered the information into the jade slip.

"Some things outside of my body are given to future fellow Taoists, and I just ask fellow Taoists to kill the demon king for me to avenge this!"

"Hate the world and be stingy, hate the way is hard to find!"

"I really want to step over and see the scene after the alchemy!"

A hundred years later, Bai Zichen can still clearly feel the deep unwillingness and strong heart of Taoism of this senior Meng Zhaode at the end of the jade slip.

At the last moment of his life, Meng Zhaode did not regret coming to Montenegro to suffer this disaster.

"The Kui Niu Demon King of Qingniu Valley... If I have the day to form an alchemy, I will fulfill your wish for you and kill this beast!"

Bai Zichen heaved a long sigh, even the foundation-building cultivators of the Yuanying Sect had to risk their lives for that chance.

Foundation building is the beginning of real practice, this sentence is not wrong.

Of course, Bai Zichen knew about the one-horned Kui Niu in Qingniu Valley, one of the potential targets of Qingfengmen's land reclamation war.

If Zongmen set the goal of land reclamation there, Meng Zhaode's revenge would be easy.

If not, it will be too late to wait another hundred years.

The lifespan of monsters is longer than that of human beings, and the third-rank demon kings rarely say that they have a thousand years of longevity. According to the records in Qingfengmen, the Kui Niu demon king is only about [-] years old, and he is in his prime.

(End of this chapter)