Aiming for the Immortal Path

Su Twelve smiled lightly and did not comment, but continued: "This condition should not be difficult for the elderly, right?"

It was his first time meeting the old man in front of him. He had no way of knowing what kind of person the other person was.

All I can say is that from his appearance, he does not look like a treacherous and evil person. But there are always no absolutes in things in the world. You know people, you know their faces, but you don’t know their hearts.

Under such circumstances, it is naturally impossible for him to reveal his true purpose easily.

After all, it is about breaking one's own seal, and there is no room for sloppiness.

"That's all, I'm not going to die soon, so I don't expect you to help me heal my wounds."

"You saved my life after all, and you got into trouble because of me. It's just a martial art, and it's not a big deal to teach you."

"However, don't say that I didn't remind you that the method of finding spiritual crystals has nothing to do with innate Qi. If you are looking for spiritual crystals, then wasting your energy on this method is just a waste of time and you. s life."

Sighing softly, the old man spoke repeatedly.

At the end of the sentence, he did not forget to remind Su Twelve.

Su Twelve smiled calmly and said: "Old man, don't worry, this kid is not practicing this skill just to find the spiritual crystal."

The old man lay on the ground, nodded slightly, and then continued to speak, speaking a series of formulas.

He taught the formula to Su Twelve and even guided Su Twelve in his practice in oral form.

Su Twelve humbly accepted the instruction, and then he let go of his hanging heart.

When practicing, don’t dare to be distracted at all.

Even if one's own injuries are not healed, physical injuries will be caused from time to time during cultivation, causing great pain.

Su Twelve did not slack off at all, seizing all the time and exerting all his strength to continue practicing the martial arts methods taught by the old man.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

The two of them lived at the bottom of the mine and never left. When other monks came down to look for spiritual crystals, they stayed away.

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However, no matter how hard Su Twelve worked, the innate Qi in his body was never cultivated.

Instead, as time passes.

The old man's body, which was already seriously injured, began to show signs of collapse under the influence of the poisonous miasma. There was a putrid smell all over his body.

The old man's injury was already serious, and his whole person was enveloped in the aura of twilight.

Su Twelve also felt uncomfortable, and the poisonous miasma floating everywhere had an equally serious impact on him.

Coupled with his physical injuries, his physical condition was obviously getting worse and worse.

Although he has not yet reached the end of his strength, if he cannot recover his cultivation as soon as possible or manages to suppress the influence of the poisonous miasma, it will only be a matter of time before his body collapses.

In such a situation, even though Su Twelve had a strong mind, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

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at the same time.

On the ground above the mine, a bright light pillar appeared, and numb figures gathered around the light pillar.

"What happened? Today is not the time to collect the spiritual crystals. Why did the people from Biyunxuan suddenly notify us to gather here?"

"Who knows, anyway, I'm waiting in this dark place with no chance of survival, no matter what he does. If they tell him to assemble, just assemble!"

"I heard that a big shot is here to do business. If you can satisfy him, you can directly regain your freedom and leave this place!"

"Freedom? Leave this place? Will Biyunxuan be so kind?"

"What else could it be that a big shot is here? Biyunxuan still has to give the big shot face, right?"

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In the gathering crowd, the sound of chatter came and went.

News of the sudden gathering spread, and there were many well-informed people.

As the discussion rang out, many of the numb monks in the crowd had their eyes lit up, and their eyes looking towards the light pillar became fiery in an instant.

Who would be willing to die if he could live?

Upon hearing the hope of regaining freedom, the monks immediately became interested.

Not long after, in the bright and dazzling light pillar, the space fluctuated violently, then the light dimmed, and three figures appeared across the sky.

The leader is a man, with handsome features and a youthful appearance. Wearing a green Taoist robe, with long hair flowing behind him, he showed his immortal spirit and elegant and outstanding aura.

The invisible fluctuations of aura make his cultivation even more transcendent.

The remaining two people, one fat and the other thin, were on either side of the young man.

All of them were smiling, bowing slightly, and their attitude towards the young man was extremely respectful.

"Senior, don't worry, that kid must have been teleported here. Whether he is dead or alive, the two of us will definitely find him today."

The thin monk twitched the mustache at the corners of his mouth, and his face, full of smiles, was even more flattering.

The young man's face was expressionless, and he nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, you two. After the work is completed, I will send someone to deliver the benefits promised to you."

After receiving the young man's confirmation, the smiles on their faces grew brighter.

The fat monk winked, and the mustached monk swayed, and then walked out of the teleportation array, flying proudly into the air, looking at the crowd below with a sharp gaze.

He didn't speak, but kept scanning the crowd below with sharp eyes. At the same time, his consciousness spread and he searched for them one by one.

Under the cover of his powerful aura, everyone who had been sealed for a long time had expressions on their faces.

I was nervous, couldn't move, and didn't dare to say anything.

Time passed bit by bit, and two full hours passed.

The mustached monk frowned slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.

"what happened?"

Noticing the change in the mustache monk's expression, the fat monk quickly asked in a low voice.

The mustached monk shook his head slightly and answered truthfully: "Brother, I haven't found the boy's whereabouts!"

"Not found? How is this possible?" The fat monk also frowned.

Before the mustached monk could speak, the young man put his hands behind his back in the teleportation array light pillar, and asked, "You two little friends, what happened?"

Naturally, the expressions and reactions of the two people could not be hidden from him.

After a quick glance at each other, the mustachioed monk said with a wry smile: "Senior, the person you are looking for did not appear. It seems...either he intentionally hid and did not come here. Or his cultivation level was sealed, He was attacked by the poisonous miasma and died here."

As he said this, the mustached monk was filled with anxiety.

A mere Nascent Soul cultivator from outside the realm can obtain massive cultivation resources. Naturally, he is not willing to miss such an opportunity.

"Death? Impossible. With his ability, it is absolutely impossible for him to die so easily."

"Since it's not here, I'll look for it myself!"

The young man's eyes flashed with light, and as he spoke, the aura around him was surging, and he was about to step out of the light beam of the teleportation array.

The fat monk's face changed slightly and he quickly stopped the young man.

"Senior, wait!"

"Um?"

The young man's figure paused, and the fat monk who looked at him with sharp eyes felt terrified.

The absolute suppression of strength made it impossible for him to have any will to resist in front of the young man.