Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland

Zhao Shanming was refined into a ghost and could withstand many spells, but he was no match for Chen Wang after all.

Chen Wang's energy and blood were like rainbows, his eyes were like torches, and the sword in his palm was extremely sharp. He chased Zhao Shanming and slashed at him!

Xiuba Sword was not sacrificed by him at this time, but was infused with the power of Qi and blood, becoming extremely hot and emitting a faint red light!

This kind of energy and blood has a great restraint effect on evil spirits, even ghosts.

Zhao Shanming let out screams one after another, extremely shrill, and then fled towards the mountains, turning into a line of blue smoke at an extremely fast speed!

Zhao Shanming wanted to lead Chen Wang to the location of the tiger demon.

He had this idea before when he deceived Chen Wang and asked him to go together to seize the elixir.

The tiger demon refined the monk into a demon, deceived people for him, introduced him into the cave and ate him. He often did this kind of thing.

Zhao Shanming is a disciple of the Spiritual Medicine Valley and has a good level of cultivation. He is in the late stage of Qi training.

To be able to kill him and turn him into a ghost, this tiger demon might be in the foundation building stage.

If he really led me there, I'm afraid there would be an unexpected danger!

But how could he outrun Chen Wang? Chen Wang turned into lightning and used the power of the God of Thunder to strike directly at him!

Click!

That green smoke in the middle!

Zhao Shanming's figure emerged and screamed!

Thunder and lightning are the power of the Sun, and are the most powerful against ghosts like them.

But at this moment, Zhao Shanming’s body became ethereal,

After all, the ghost ghost is different from the ordinary lonely wild ghost and the fierce ghost. He turns into blue smoke and leaves again!

Click! Click!

His figure appeared several times one after another, and was chopped on the head by Chen Wang with a sword, causing his head to fly high!

Zhao Shanming screamed, and his headless body rose into the air to hold his own head!

He grabbed his head in his hands, but unfortunately the Xiuba Sword had the power of scorching blood, like boiling oil poured on ice water. It was painful to take his head back and he screamed!

He immediately fled to the mountains to avoid having his hands and feet cut off by Chen Wang, and then pieced them together again.

Finally, he no longer had to suffer this torture.

The bell in Chen Wang's hand has the power to summon souls. He can control it step by step.

Zhao Shanming was finally beaten to the point of death!

After death, a person becomes a ghost and it is difficult to escape. It is better to disappear into ashes.

Otherwise, dignified immortals will die for monsters, lose their true intentions, and show their ugliness.

After Chen Wang killed him, he looked up and found that he was far into the mountain. He squinted his eyes.

"There are so many dangerous monsters in this mountain, so we still have to be careful."

Chen Wang identified the direction and wanted to rush towards Fangshi, but after thinking about it, he went to the shanty town instead.

When I arrived at the shanty town, I found that there were many dilapidated houses here. Many places were in a mess and had not been cleaned up.

Some people's homes were empty and new ones were built.

Although the immortal cultivators live in a somewhat shabby place, the place where they live is full of spiritual energy.

Furthermore, some immortal cultivation items can be exchanged with each other.

They don't pay much attention to material comfort,

The houses are basically relatively simple, mostly wooden huts and thatched houses.

Now some new houses have been built again.

When Chen Wang came to his house, he found that it had been smashed to pieces and turned into ruins, and no one cared about it.

That day, when he saw two Foundation-Building Stage monks closest to him taking action, he immediately decided to make a strategic retreat, so he didn't know what exactly happened that day or how many people were fighting.

Chen Wang stood in front of his house in the shanty town for a while, when someone suddenly called him.

"Chen Wang!"

Someone shouted uncertainly.

Chen Wang turned around and saw a man in his thirties, wearing a blue gown and looking a little elegant.

"Fellow Daoist Qin," Chen Wang said, cupping his hands.

This man was previously a neighbor in the shantytown, Qin Yong, who was an alchemist. He usually made some elixirs and exchanged them in the market.

There is no big friendship between the two, but this man is gentle, quite kind, and has a good relationship with the people around him.

Qin Yong pulled him aside and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I thought you were dead. Your house was smashed into pieces."

Chen Wang twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It was too chaotic that day, so I took advantage of the chaos to escape and hid for a while. I just came back."

There are also mortal dynasties outside the world of immortality, but no one wants to stay there and would rather live a miserable life here.

Immortal cultivators have a long lifespan, which is not comparable to ordinary princes.

Qin Yong sighed: "You reacted so quickly. Fortunately, you escaped. It was a bloody sight that day!"

He sighed a little.

Chen Wang's house was in ruins, so Qin Yong invited Chen Wang to sit at his house and poured tea for Chen Wang.

The tea in the world of cultivating immortals contains a touch of spiritual energy and tastes great.

Of course, this is not a high-end spiritual tea, but after Chen Wang stayed in the cold winter for a while, he could clearly drink the spiritual energy in this tea, and he couldn't help but sigh,

I couldn't help but smack my lips.

Qin Yong saw it and couldn't help but think: "This fellow Taoist Chen has gone to some remote mountainous area, and he can drink this wild mountain tea so deliciously."

Chen Wang asked: "Fellow Daoist Qin, I don't know what happened that day. Also, what is the current situation of Hongyun Sect?"

He wanted to learn about the latest situation of Hongyun Sect from Qin Yong.

Qin Yong thought of the bloody events that day and sighed: "That day, the Seven Star Sect, the Five Poison Sect, and many aristocratic families besieged the Hongyun Sect. They were in chaos. Some people also had evil intentions and killed them."

"No one would care about low-level casual cultivators like us. It's interesting to say that most of the casual cultivators who died that day died at the hands of their own people."

Although he was smiling, there was a complex emotion in his eyes.

Chen Wang knew what he meant. Taking advantage of the chaos to kill people and rob treasures, many people would transform themselves into bandits in a chaotic and disorderly situation.

This is a very common thing.

Qin Yong looked a little elegant. He took a sip of tea and continued:

"There was a problem with the practice of Ancestor Hongyun. None of us knew about it before. He married several concubines just to absorb the pure yin energy of women and solve the problems in his practice."

"At that time, I thought that this ancestor wanted to work hard to sow seeds and give birth to offspring. Now it seems that the seeds of unrest were sown at that time."

"There was also a Jindan master who took action that day, but I don't know what his identity is."

"Ancestor Hongyun is also really powerful , that day, the sky was on fire, I saw the fight here, the scene was extremely shocking! "

"I thought the other party was confident and the Red Cloud Sect was in danger, but the Red Cloud Patriarch was extremely brave and actually defeated the mysterious Jindan master."

"And the Red Cloud Sect had already invited some helpers, lurking in the mountains silently."

"Many masters from other sects took action, and in a melee, they severely damaged the enemy and also defended the foundation of the Red Cloud Sect."

Qin Yong finished speaking in one breath and drank the tea in his hand.

Thinking of Chen Wang's delicious look just now, he thought to himself: "Could it be that my tea-making skills have improved again?"

But he smacked his lips and found that the taste of this wild mountain tea was still so thin.