Taoist companions help me live forever

Fei Yi swore he would never forget this scene in his life.

The pear was just an ordinary wild pear, with a rough skin, not much juice, and a slightly sour taste, but he ate it very seriously, even swallowing the seeds.

Because his thinking was sluggish at the moment, he only had one thought in his mind, which was to just nod and kowtow in front of the ancestor.

It wasn't until the sour pear entered his mouth that his thinking slowly returned to normal.

Seeing how delicious it was, Yu Xian couldn't help but pick another wild pear, took a bite and spit it out.

Made, sour and astringent.

The "lucky guy" in front of him was the first demon cultivator he found after he spread the Blood Demon Order.

The place where they are is formed by the silent formation he deployed and the True Lord's legal domain. In theory, it can be regarded as half a secret realm.

After all, the so-called secret realm is exactly the half-plane attached to the world formed by intertwining one's own legal domain with the laws of heaven and earth under certain conditions after the death of True Monarch Nascent Soul.

The Blood Demon Order is the token of this semi-secret realm.

In addition to the three Blood Demon Orders he sent out at Chunfeng Tea House that day, he secretly threw out three more in private, and he did not hesitate to go into battle in person, transforming into a navy army, and spreading the rumors of the Blood Demon Order throughout the city.

Unfortunately, the time was probably too short, and the demon cultivator was naturally alert, so he was waiting for the first person to appear.

So two months later, a lucky person finally entered the game.

By the time Fei Yi finished eating a whole pear, his mind had cleared up.

When he saw that Yu Xian didn't blame him and even ate a sour pear with him, he actually felt a bit flattered.

He wiped his mouth randomly a few times, knelt down in front of Yu Xian, held up the Blood Demon Token with both hands, and shouted.

"Junior Fei Yi is fortunate enough to have received the Blood Demon Order from our ancestors. I will meet with my ancestors today and ask for his help!"

Yu Xian likes ambitious young people.

He chuckled softly and said: "Dharma should not be given lightly, but since you can obtain the Blood Demon Order and survive the illusion of the blood sea to refine your heart, you have a destiny with me."

"I will give you a chance to become my registered disciple."

Fei Yi raised his head in surprise, and then bowed down again.

"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

"Don't be in a hurry to become a disciple. If you want to become my registered disciple, are you ready to sacrifice everything?"

Yu Xian asked calmly.

When Fei Yi thought about such a big surprise hitting his head, he didn't dare to hesitate at all.

"As long as I can become Master's disciple, I am willing to give everything!"

Yu Xian smiled and said, "Well, I will teach you the first lesson of the devil. Devils are selfish in nature, and we, the devil cultivators, have no one we can trust in this world except ourselves, and no one who cannot be killed." "

With a flick of his fingers, a jade plaque stopped in front of Fei Yi.

"Good disciple, why don't you offer your soul quickly? If my master can't control your life and death at any time, how can I dare to accept you as my disciple?"

Fei Yi's expression immediately started to struggle.

"Old... ancestor, I..."

He didn't dare to call Master casually now.

Although I had known that it would not be that simple to become the disciple of a true demon king, I never thought that I would have to pay such a heavy price.

If his life is in other people's hands, what's the point of his practice?

But if you dare to refuse...

Fei Yi looked at the Confucian scholar in front of him who looked like a private school teacher, and felt even more suffocating pressure than before when he was sinking into a sea of ​​blood.

Since he chose to become a disciple with the Blood Demon Order, he had no other choice at all.

Either he might offend his ancestor and be crushed to death by him in the future, or he might be crushed to death by his ancestor now.

Death is everywhere, but early death and late death.

Fei Yi's expression was determined. He reached out to take out the jade plaque and placed it between his eyebrows. With a look of pain on his face, he happily cut out a trace of soul power and placed it in it.

He chose to die later.

Because living gives you the chance to change.

"Good disciple."

Yu Xian accepted the jade token and in front of Fei Yi, he refined a fresh blood soul in a short time.

Feeling the subtle connection between himself and the jade tablet, Fei Yi didn't know the power of the blood soul guide, but he also knew that his life was connected with such a small jade tablet.

But he didn't reveal anything strange.

Showing resentment at this time is just a way to die, so it is better to accept it all calmly.

Seeing Fei Yi's calm performance, Yu Xian couldn't help but admire him greatly.

"Good disciple, since you are willing to trust me with your life, I will not treat you badly as a teacher."

As he spoke, he turned his palm and two jade slips appeared.

"Among these jade slips, one is the high-level magic skill "Taiyin Blood Demon Transformation Skill", which is the inheritance skill of the Taiyin Demon Sect, the master of the Taiyin Demon Realm. It is powerful and unpredictable, enough to allow you to practice to the early stage of the Golden Elixir.

The other is the Burning Spirit and Loss of Life Technique. With your current level of cultivation, you only need to overdraw your life span by thirty years to reach the peak of foundation building in a short period of time. "

He is not just out of boredom to spread the glory of the devil, but is here to look for supplies.

The former is his modified Taiyin Blood Demon Technique. Compared with the original version, it is a bit weaker, but it is equivalent to an ordinary high-level technique.

It's not that he is stingy and refuses to show the original technique.

But his current level of practice is not enough to record a complete high-level magic skill.

As I said before, for high-level exercises and above, not only pictures and texts are recorded, but the most important thing is the visualization diagrams in the exercises.

Even though he had reached the late stage of Jindan cultivation, he also controlled the fourth-level blood puppet and had a preliminary glimpse of the power of the Nascent Soul realm.

But if you want to completely copy the visualization picture, it's still a little bit short.

According to his calculations, at least he would have to wait until his body cultivation level breaks through to the Nascent Soul realm, and he can practice the Blood Demon Transformation Technique to the Great Perfection realm.

Moreover, burning visualization pictures will greatly deplete one's soul power, which is a real chore.

Even this pirated magic power almost kept him paralyzed in bed for half a year.

Fortunately, with the help of two Taoist companions, Yulan and Luo Han, his recovery speed from mental exhaustion was greatly improved.

This is also the reason why high-level skills are precious and easily lost.

Who would be free to do such a thankless job?

The latter's Soul-burning Life-Losing Technique is the magic secret method that Li Liangyu used to overdraw his longevity in order to take revenge for the loss of potential in his practice.

He doesn't really want to be a disciple, he just wants supplies, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have enough cultivation.

Seeing the high-level magic power that he had dreamed of placed in front of him, Fei Yi's smile that had not yet completely lifted suddenly froze on his face.

The former is easy to say, but what does the latter mean?

"Does Master mean that I want my disciple to practice both methods?"

Yu Xian slightly nodded his head and said, "You can teach a child. In this case, don't waste time and go practice as soon as possible.

As a master, the secret realm here is quiet and peaceful, and there is a second-level spiritual vein, which is most suitable for your practice.

When you reach the peak of foundation building in cultivation, I will give you a great gift from my master. "

The corner of Fei Yi's mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to refuse. He thought about being conceited first and then making plans, when he heard his good master remind him:

"By the way, good disciple, if you can't practice to the peak of foundation building within one year.

Then your qualifications are too poor. I cannot let such scoundrel disciples go out and embarrass me, so I have no choice but to reluctantly send you to meet the eighteen senior brothers in front of you secretly. "

Fei Yi suddenly felt a surge of anger and unreasonable fear in his heart, and then he bowed respectfully.

"My disciple will never let Master down."

…

Another month.

On a large bluestone.

Fei Yi sat cross-legged and exhaled a breath of filthy air. The magic power in his body suddenly boiled. The originally slightly filthy black-red magic power suddenly ignited a burst of invisible flames.

His complexion became pale, but his mana became purer little by little, as if it was purified by invisible flames.

An hour later.

The filthy color in Fei Yi's mana was completely purified, and he himself became haggard. Compared to when he first entered the secret realm, he looked five or six years older.

This month, he used the Burning Spirit Life Loss Technique to overdraw his body's potential longevity, and finally transformed his low-level magic skills into pirated blood magic skills in a short period of time.

The price he paid for this was twenty years of life.

Originally, if he converted slowly, it would take him at most three to five years to transform.

But now he only has one year, and there is no room for him to waste too long.

This soul-burning and life-destroying technique is indeed a secret technique of the devil. Although the side effects are shocking, it is also really overbearing.

He felt that although his current mana was slightly depleted and his realm was slightly reversed, the two of them were enough to deal with the person he was a month ago.

When his realm recovers, his combat power will increase by more than half.

"only……"

Fei Yi stretched out his hand, and there were some wrinkles on the skin on the back of his hand.

When he reaches the peak of foundation building, he may not have much life left.

At this moment, his mind moved, he jumped up from the big blue stone, and flew the magic weapon to the place where the master was practicing.

I saw the master standing under the familiar wild pear tree, holding a monk who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in his hand.

The monk's aura was so powerful that even though he was unconscious, the aura revealed still made him feel palpitations.

"This disciple is paying homage to the master. I wonder what the master's instructions are for calling the disciple here?"

"Good disciple, yes, you can complete the transformation so quickly. It seems that it will not be a problem to reach the peak of foundation building in one year.

Come, this is a gift from my teacher. "

Yu Xian threw the fake elixir monk in his hand that had just broken through in front of Fei Yi.

"This person has just broken through to the golden elixir realm. You sucked his blood and soul to gain a boost in your skills. I think it can also save you some time."

The orthodox practice method of the Blood Demon Path is mainly based on blood devouring.

It's just that he is too lazy by nature and has an unyielding conscience, so he has always insisted not to practice with people. At most, he can use it as a sacrifice to refine the blood puppet.

The fake alchemy monk fell to the ground and suddenly woke up and glared at Yu Xian.

"Even if it means death, you can never make me surrender!"

After saying that, he stared at Fei Yi with his eyes widened and said:

"Come on! If you eat me, my soul will haunt you for the rest of your life, causing you no peace in your life!"

Fei Yi felt great pressure.

Even if the monk in front of him has had all his magic power blocked by his master, the high-level monk's pressure on the low-level monk is spiritual.

If he is timid, he may even be scared to death.

"Master, who is he?"

Yu Xian wrote lightly: "Logically speaking, he should have become your junior brother.

It's a pity that he accepted the benefits of being a teacher and refused to pay for it. You said there is no such good thing in this world. So I had no choice but to take back what I had sent out. "

This monk was naturally the second monk to come to his secret realm with the Blood Demon Order.

And he is also a demon cultivator at the pinnacle of foundation building.

After finally waiting for a suitable candidate, Yu Xian would not let him go. In the name of opportunity, he directly gave the heretic golden elixir to force a breakthrough.

Although the monk had the intention to forge the elixir on his own, he could not resist feeding the heretic golden elixir to his mouth and forcibly triggered the thunder tribulation. If he did not break through, he would be struck to death by the thunder tribulation.

After swallowing the heretic golden elixir, he successfully broke through to the golden elixir realm.

Then the spiritual energy of heaven was robbed, and he became a prisoner.

However, he was much tougher and would rather die than lose his freedom.

So Yu Xian had no choice but to help him.

Even if it is extremely wasteful to do so.

After all, a heretic golden elixir costs one hundred and hundreds of thousands, but in the end, he harvested a piece of heavenly spiritual energy and the corpse of a fake elixir monk.

Moreover, the golden elixir of the fake elixir monk cannot be used to refine the heretic golden elixir, which is a big loss.

But who made him so poor that all he has left is spiritual stones.

In addition, this demon cultivator is quite wealthy.

He not only has a high-grade offensive spiritual weapon, a high-grade defensive spiritual weapon, but also a rare spiritual consciousness offensive weapon. The total of the miscellaneous things on him is worth four to five million spiritual stones.

"I understand, Master."

Fei Yi's heart suddenly shuddered as he recalled the first lesson he was taught by his master.

This unfortunate guy was probably unwilling to hand over his soul, so he was dealt with by the master.

He didn't know if he was killing the chicken to scare the monkeys or killing the monkeys to show the chickens.

But it is undeniable that with this sudden incident, a lot of the dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart disappeared out of thin air.

People are most afraid of comparison.

In the past, he was the only one threatened by the master, so he naturally became increasingly resentful, but now he saw that a monk whose cultivation level was much higher than him was being slaughtered like a pig or a dog in the master's hands.

He felt that his grievance was nothing.

At least he was still alive, and he could soon use the Golden Core cultivator as training material.

Just ask how many demon cultivators can have the conditions he has now.

Although the master is a little cruel and demanding, at least for now, he is still pretty good to him.

When Fei Yi bowed and left, the aura in Yu Xian's eyes suddenly dimmed a lot. He stood under the tree like a sculpture, waiting for the next person.

…

Moyafang City.

A remote deserted house.

Yu Xian withdrew his mind and left only a small part of his spirit in the blood puppet's body as a warning. When the destined person took the bait, he could go online as soon as possible.

"Where's the stuff?"

Standing in front of him at this moment was a monk shrouded in black robes. The black robes had the effect of hiding the consciousness of others.

But it couldn't stop Yu Xian's Nascent Soul consciousness.

He could tell at a glance that there was a young monk under the black robe. He was in the late stage of foundation building and had an aura of vitality and decay coexisting in his body.

This is a very young and very old monk.

Young means that he is not very old, and very old means that he will not live long.

This young monk is also a monk who has practiced the secret method of overdrafting longevity, just like Li Liangyu in the past and Fei Yi now.

"Where is the spiritual stone I want?"

Yu Xian turned his hand and a bloody jade talisman appeared.

His main job now is to resell the Blood Demon Order.

When he started his business again, he still took a dark route and spread the word, which would damage his positive and glorious image, so he, the boss, had to do it himself and keep the secret to himself.

"There are one hundred thousand spiritual stones inside."

The black-robed monk took out a storage bag, but did not give it to Yu Xian immediately.

"I need to check first."

"for you."

Yu Xian casually gave the Blood Demon Order to the black-robed monk.

The main cost of this thing is the jade talisman, which is used to contain a trace of spiritual thoughts. He can make as many as he wants. It is a completely costless transaction.

The black-robed monk took it carefully and briefly sensed it with his spiritual consciousness. He seemed to come into contact with a vast sea of ​​blood. Soon the sea of ​​blood dispersed, revealing the image of a Confucian scholar.

Even if it was just a shadow, it gave him immense pressure.

"Sure enough, as rumored, the Blood Demon Order contains the spiritual imprint of the Blood Demon Ancestor. If you want to fake it, you can only do it if you are also a demon master who practices the Blood Demon Way."

The black-robed monk thought to himself.

"That's it."

He handed the storage bag containing the spirit stones to Yu Xian.

"Wait a moment."

Yu Xian stopped the black-robed monk and said:

"You're not a demonic monk, right? This Blood Demon Order is the disciple certificate of the Blood Demon Ancestor. Even if you take it, it won't be of much use."

The breath of the black-robed monk suddenly turned cold.

"The Blood Demon Ancestor has said that he will not accept non-demonic monks. You are just a broker, so don't meddle in other people's business."

"Forehead……"

Yu Xian looked at the black-robed monk who was leaving quickly, shook his head and sighed.

"I finally had a kind heart and wanted to do something good, but I didn't expect that I was preached to."

"Okay, I'll be embarrassed if I don't accept you now."

Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the deserted house was pushed open. A golden elixir monk looked at him coldly, but did not take any action.

After all, this is Moyafang City, and it is covered by Moya San people.

"I heard that you have a blood demon order here?"

Yu Xian spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, you're late. The Blood Demon Token has been traded."

Naturally, he would not be stupid enough to sell a large number of Blood Demon Tokens.

I always take one shot and change places, and the image is different every time.

It has been three months since the Blood Demon Token came out, and including the Blood Demon Token he took out today, there are only four of them, with an average of one shot a month.

After completing this order, he will take a month's rest.

When the Blood Demon Order will truly reward its guests, it will have to wait until the magic cultivators in the secret realm have greatly increased their skills, and all of them have broken through the golden elixir, and are astonishingly revealed.

When the time comes, with the power of example, countless monks will naturally follow him.

"In that case, then come with me."

The golden elixir monk was rude and arrogant.

In his opinion, Yu Xian was just a small foundation-building monk, and he was able to speak a few words on an equal footing just for the sake of Moya Sanren.

Yu Xian walked up to the Golden Pill cultivator confidently.

"I'm sorry, I'm not free today, well, I won't be free tomorrow, and I probably won't be free in the future either."

He strutted out.

The golden elixir monk's eyes were cold, but he did nothing.

No one knows whether this person is protected by the name of Moya Sanren. As long as he does not leave Moyafang City, this possibility will always exist. To attack him rashly is to slap Moya Sanren in the face.

The anger of a true king, even if he is from the Xuanyang Sect, will not yield good results.

This is also one of the important reasons why the atmosphere in Moyafang City is calm.

Everyone is wary and will naturally not fight unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Senior brother, why did you let him go?"

A beautiful nun walked out from the corner of the street.

"We finally received the news that there is a Blood Demon Order transaction here."

"This Blood Demon Ancestor was born out of nowhere, but he hid like a mouse. He was a demon king and did nothing bad. If we don't investigate clearly, it will be difficult to apply for Nascent Soul-level power support from the sect. "

These two people were members of the demon-slaying team that hurriedly came after hearing the news of the birth of the demon king.

And True Lord Yuanying is already the ruler of the sect and cannot be transferred casually.

"Junior sister, what are you talking nonsense about?"

The golden elixir male cultivator frowned and said:

"Do you have to see rivers of blood and corpses everywhere? Even if he is a demon cultivator, he is already in the Nascent Soul realm. We must give him enough respect for his strength.

If you can avoid conflict with it, it is better not to conflict with it.

Otherwise, the first ones to die will be those of us doing things.

As for this person, I have left a spiritual mark on him. When he leaves the city, I will naturally arrest him for interrogation. "

The female cultivator stuck out her tongue, with admiration in her eyes.

"I know, senior brother, why are you being mean to me?"

The male cultivator shook his head and said: "The demon disaster in Mingyue Tiancheng is relatively peaceful. Your master transferred you here to allow you to gain merit in peace.

Don't always want to prove yourself. When the time comes, I won't be able to protect you.

The Blood Demon Order is related to a true demon king. This matter needs long-term consideration. You must not act without authorization. "

"Okay, okay, I will listen to senior brother. I heard that there are some good spiritual food places in Moyafang City. Senior brother, please accompany me to try them."

The female cultivator took the male cultivator's arm and walked away.

After the two left.

At the end of the street, Yu Xian's figure slowly emerged, casually throwing the male cultivator's spiritual mark onto the wild cat aside.

"Xuanyang Sect, the Demon-Slaying Team, actually picked up the scent so quickly and followed. It seems that I have underestimated the weight of a Demon Lord."

"But you probably wouldn't have thought that I'm not here to cause trouble at all. On the contrary, I'm here to ward off demons and defend the law.

Speaking of which, we can be considered peers. "

Yu Xian touched his chin, shook his head and laughed. He took another step and his appearance changed.

Although the first-level magical power of deceiving the sky is not capable of fighting, it is a wonderful method that can be used to change one's appearance, gather one's energy and store one's actions. (End of chapter)