Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

Greedy eyes flashed across the pile of spiritual stones, but no one dared to come up and snatch them.

The monk surnamed Bai in the crowd looked at the spiritual stones on the ground, his heart bleeding. There were several spiritual stones he contributed, and there were many monks with the same mentality as him.

"What do you Fellow Daoists think?" Lin Sheng looked arrogant; "As long as you are willing to help me, come and get ten spiritual stones."

"But the ugly words are ahead. As long as you receive my spirit stone, you must not give up halfway. Anyone who regrets half-way, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword."

Everyone had different expressions when they heard this. Lin Sheng was not in a hurry and waited silently.

After some time for tea, someone finally couldn't resist the temptation, stepped forward and took away ten Low Grade spiritual stones.

"I hope Fellow Daoist will keep his word."

Lin Sheng smiled: "Fellow Daoist, don't worry. I, Yuntianba, am known for keeping my word. But if Fellow Daoist dies in danger due to lack of strength, don't blame me."

"You must know that on the path of cultivating immortality, life and death are determined by fate."

The monk who took the spirit stone nodded when he heard this and stood aside.

Where there is the first, there is the second. You can earn five Low Grade Spiritual Stones by farming for a big family for a year. You can earn twenty Low Grade Spiritual Stones by visiting the Sword Burial Ground. Where can such a good thing be found? ?

They came here just for the chance. Now someone comes out with a spiritual stone, and if they don't take it, it will be in vain. When the Law Treasure really appears, it is still unknown who will win.

Many people had this idea, so the two hundred spiritual stones were quickly taken away. When there were few people, some people were still worried about the conspiracy. When there were more people, the worries disappeared.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Sheng and the other four are no match for dozens of Qi Refining monks.

Seeing that the last one only got six Low Grade spiritual stones, Lin Sheng gave Wu Zhonghu a look, so Wu Zhonghu and Wulu Bao took out their storage bags and continued to pour the spiritual stones.

Another pile of more than two hundred Low Grade spiritual stones was piled up, and the greed in everyone's eyes became even worse.

The three brothers Long, Hu, and Bao actually didn't save many spiritual stones themselves, but Lin Sheng never treated his own people badly. As a result of yesterday's harvest, the three brothers Long, Hu, and Bao each received a hundred Low Grade spiritual stones, and now they just happened to have them. use.

To be honest, Lin Sheng was actually a little worried that the group of monks who had taken the spiritual stones would disperse in a hurry, but after seeing the greed in their eyes, Lin Sheng felt that his worries were a bit unnecessary.

People die for money, and birds die for food. This principle remains unchanged from ancient times.

In the end, a total of forty-two people participated in Lin Sheng's treasure-hunting plan, including twenty-six monks in the early stage of Qi Refining, eleven monks in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and five monks in the late stage of Qi Refining.

The group of people marched into the burial place of the sword in great force, with a few tails secretly following behind them, and others took action to send them away without Lin Sheng's orders.

Dozens of spells were thrown at it, and no residue was left.

Different from the dense forests of the Secret Realm, the Sword Burial Land is an endless undulating wasteland. The densely packed swords are inserted in the land in a messy manner. If you smell carefully, you can hear the faint sound of swords in the wind.

"There is definitely a treasure here." Someone in the crowd muttered.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, where is the treasure hidden?" an elderly monk in the Qi Refining Late Stage realm asked.

‘This is my first time here, how do I know where it is? ’

Lin Sheng cursed in his heart and did not answer. Yu Feijian found a random direction and flew away, and everyone quickly followed. Those who could fly could only run on the ground.

Fortunately, the danger level in the outer areas of the Sword Burial Ground is not great. At most, some swords will attack for no reason, and low-level monks can handle it.

Once you reach the center, the danger will rise straight up, because there will be invisible space cracks wandering in the center, and if you hit it, the monk will be torn apart instantly.

Seeing the land change from yellow to deep red, Lin Sheng knew that he was approaching the center.

"Sure enough, the place where the treasure is hidden is in the center of the space rift." The old monk murmured to himself.

"This place is too dangerous, I'm afraid..." A monk showed a look of retreat. When Lin Sheng glanced over, he immediately shut up.

"Don't worry, it's not in the central area." Lin Sheng said with a smile. He was not stupid. He knew that the central area was dangerous but he still wanted to go in there.

"What?"

Exclamations rang out from the crowd, and discussions immediately began. In the past, everyone went to the central area to hunt for treasures and suffered heavy casualties. Now, after hearing this shocking news, they all showed expressions of disbelief.

"So that's how it is. It's the opposite." The old monk's face showed a look of astonishment.

Lin Sheng didn't know what he was thinking. He glanced around and suddenly saw a bare hillside. He immediately flew over with some thoughts.

Standing on the hillside and looking down, a low-lying area came into view, which looked very suitable for a burial place.

Lin Sheng nodded with satisfaction. This expression fell into the eyes of outsiders. The treasure was found over there.

"Here? Is Yun Fellow Daoist joking?" Someone flew down to the depression and checked carefully but found nothing special.

"Haha, if the place where the treasure was hidden was so simple, wouldn't it have been discovered long ago?" Lin Sheng smiled slightly and took out a golden token from his arms.

"This is?" the elderly male cultivator looked surprised; "But it's the key to the treasure land?"

‘You know again? ’

Lin Sheng was surprised in his heart and nodded slightly: "Yes, this token is the key to the treasure. As long as it is fixed in the four directions, it will summon the four Qi Refining Dzogchen treasure-guarding demons. As long as the demons are eliminated, the treasure will be available." Got it."

"At that time, I will pay all the Fellow Daoists the remaining spirit stones. However, I hope that all the Fellow Daoists will keep their promises and not rob me of my treasures. If they die in the extermination of demons, please don't feel resentful."

"Haha, Yun Fellow Daoist, don't worry, we will keep our word."

"Fellow Daoist Yun is too worried. Whoever dares to take your Law Treasure, I will not let him go."

"Calling out the devil quickly, what about the Qi Refining Dzogchen? Every Fellow Daoist has one spell, even if the Foundation Building is overhauled, it will be a disaster."

Everyone was impatient and urged, and Lin Sheng sighed quietly: "That's alright, everyone, wait a moment, I will open the treasure right now."

Lin Sheng and the other four flew down to the depression. Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Sheng offered up a golden token. The token slowly flew into the air. Four golden beads flew out from the token, shot out in all directions, and disappeared in an instant. .

Then golden light burst out from all directions, forming a golden light curtain. The four-sided light curtain quickly closed, like a giant square bowl tipped upside down on the ground, covering everyone.

Then the shining golden token fell into Lin Sheng's hands.

For a moment, the environment became very quiet. Everyone looked directly at Lin Sheng, and the few monks in the depression calmly distanced themselves.

"Fellow Yun Daoist, what does this mean? If I read it correctly, this should be a formation, right?" The elderly male cultivator pointed at the golden light screen.

"Yes, this is the formation." Lin Sheng nodded and admitted.

"What about this treasure?" The elderly male cultivator looked hesitant. In fact, the speed of the light curtain closing just now was not very fast. Even the cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining could easily escape.

It’s just that everyone didn’t react for a while and just thought it was a demon summoning vision. No one would think that Lin Sheng had evil intentions. More than forty Qi Refining monks, one person and one spell, also reduced Lin Sheng and the four to scum. .

Even if the formation is now shrouded, there are still monks who don't know why.

Lin Sheng smiled: "Of course the treasure thing is true."

"Oh?" Hearing this, the elderly male cultivator had a look of surprise on his face.

Lin Sheng smiled shyly and pointed at himself: "It's just that the devil he summoned is me. As long as you kill me, you will naturally get the treasure. There are many treasures in my storage bag."

In a daze, Lin Sheng felt as if he really was Yuntianba, and this scene seemed a bit familiar.

"Is Yun Fellow Daoist joking?"

Everyone's expressions turned cold after hearing this. Some people's palms started to sparkle with spiritual light. Some even more impatient people made a sneak attack with their swords, but they were blocked by the three brothers Long, Tiger and Leopard.

Lin Sheng waved his hand: "Fellow Daoists, please don't rush to take action. Please allow me to say a few more words. Are there any monks from the Alliance of Hundred Tribes?"

"If there is, then stand up quickly and I promise not to harm your life. If not, then I will take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted: "I am from the Bai family."

Listening to this voice, Lin Sheng knew that it was the person surnamed Bai who lent him the spirit stone, but how could everyone stop attacking just because of a word, spells and Law Weapons continued to hit Lin Sheng.

"Anymore?"

Lin Sheng's face was calm, and he looked at the overwhelming spells that were coming at him, and the resentful demon stood proudly.

The spells flew in front of Lin Sheng, but were offset by the resentment hanging down from the body of the Resentful Demon. Even the flying sword Law Weapon only cracked a piece of Resentful Face armor on the armor.

"If not, then let's all die!"

Lin Sheng no longer held back, jumped up in the air and pointed at everyone, and a series of resentful swords shot out from the fingers of the resentful demon.

"Fellow Yun Daoist, spare your life! I am also a disciple of the Alliance of Hundred Clans!"

"Fellow Daoists, don't hold back and fight back quickly!"

"Fellow Daoist, spare your life, I don't want the spirit stone anymore!"

"I am willing to help Fellow Daoist practice, and I hope Fellow Daoist will show mercy."

Some shouted for mercy, some stood up to resist, and some tried to break through the formation to escape. Some were even frightened and froze in place, watching helplessly as the resentful sword penetrated the magic barrier and penetrated the body.

After just one blow, only a dozen people were left standing safely on the field, including the five Alliance disciples who were not attacked.

"What kind of spell is this?" The elderly male cultivator looked horrified. There was a red shield floating in front of him, and cracks had appeared on it.

‘It’s a pretty good baby. ’

Lin Sheng slowly landed on the ground and looked at the red shield. He had just paid special attention to the elderly male cultivator and used three resentful swords. Unexpectedly, they were all blocked.

"How does Yun Fellow Daoist kill like this and be different from a demon? Aren't you afraid of being known by the world?" Another monk on the Qi Refining Late Stage was full of resentment. His right arm was empty and bleeding. What frightened him even more was the feeling in his heart. Strong resentment emerged.

Lin Sheng turned his head and looked at Wu Zhulong: "Look at what an upright person he is. His arms were cut off by me and he still calls me Fellow Daoist."

Then he looked at Wu Zhonghu: "Did I do something wrong?"

Without waiting for Wu Zhonghu to answer, Lin Sheng turned to look at the cultivator with a face full of resentment: "Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong. You are here to hunt for treasure, and I am the treasure you are looking for. How can I be killed?" Woolen cloth?"

"Before we came down, I made it clear to all Fellow Daoists that life and death depend on fate. Ten Low Grade Spiritual Stones are not that easy to get. They are money to buy your life."

After Lin Sheng finished speaking, the resentful sword burst out again.