Cultivating Immortals through Double Transmigration: The Horror World Becomes My Backyard

After leaving the Jubao Pavilion, Lu Ming flew to Xuanyin Mountain.

After reading the intelligence accumulated over the past two years, Lu Ming was completely relieved.

It was a good thing that Kuidou did not break through the Nascent Soul.

However, he knew that Kuidou's physical cultivation had already entered the Nascent Soul, so he could not relax.

They were all practicing the inheritance of soul veins.

They all knew the Prison Heaven Formation.

If Kuidou set up the Prison Heaven Formation, his physical cultivation was not enough and he would still be abused.

So what he could do was to work hard to improve his physical strength.

This would also be of great benefit to him, allowing his spiritual cultivation to far exceed his own realm.

In short, it was not a loss.

The only thing he lacked was that the time for cultivation was too short.

If he had practiced for decades like Kuidou, it would not be certain who would be beaten by whom.

It normally takes a few days to get from Shanhe City to Xuanyin Mountain.

Lu Ming used his great freedom and carefree magical power with all his strength, and without eating or drinking for three days, he finally arrived at the border between the Hetu Dynasty and the Nanshan Feng Kingdom.

This place was desolate, and the land was filled with a strong evil spirit.

This was the breath left over from years of war.

Such a strong evil spirit is of great benefit to the monks like Shamai who have cultivated evil spirits into their bodies.

It's just that Lu Ming doesn't practice.

Lu Ming saw the lonely mountain on the wasteland at a glance.

The lonely mountain stretches for hundreds of miles and is about a thousand feet high.

The whole mountain is filled with thick fog and yin energy.

Lu Ming saw many demon monks gathered at the foot of the mountain.

Xuanyin Mountain is an extremely yin place, which breeds some extremely yin spiritual herbs, especially endless ghosts.

These things are treasures for any demon monk.

They kept trying to crack the formation that enveloped Xuanyin Mountain, with greed in their eyes.

Lu Ming curled his lips and walked into Xuanyin Mountain silently.

As soon as he entered the formation, a strong cold air rushed in his face.

Lu Ming's eyebrows were instantly covered with a layer of white frost.

Xuanyin Mountain was filled with thick fog, and bursts of eerie laughter came from all directions.

Lu Ming slowly raised his left hand and the Buddhist seal in his palm turned.

The eerie laughter around him disappeared instantly.

"That's it?"

Lu Ming shook his head in disappointment.

Although the ghosts in the horror world are not very strong, they still show a fearless character in the face of the handprint of the Great Ming King.

But the ghosts here are not brave at all.

Yuhunyuan has a house on Xuanyin Mountain.

The simple thatched house is the core of the Xuanyin Mountain formation.

The layout of the thatched house is quite simple, with a futon, a table and chairs, and a bookshelf.

The bookshelf is full of the experience of the ancestors of Yuhunyuan.

It focuses on the relevant matters of guarding Xuanyin Mountain.

After Lu Ming took a general look, his expression became extremely strange.

"No wonder the dean didn't tell me what I was doing here. It turns out that there is going to be another war between Hetu and Nanshan Fengguo, and he asked me to collect the dead souls here.……"

Lu Ming pinched his brows and kept complaining in his heart.

Guarding Xuanyin Mountain is not only about collecting dead souls.

It is also necessary to see if there are any powerful ghosts on Xuanyin Mountain, such as the Thousand-Year Ghost King. If there are any, just kill them directly.

In addition, there is another very important thing.

Prevent other demon cultivators from coming here to poach ghosts.

This place is equivalent to the private property of Yuhunyuan. Other demon cultivators coming here to poach ghosts is tantamount to contempt for Yuhunyuan.

Yuhunyuan can't tolerate this kind of anger!

Lu Ming found that there was a small notebook on the bookshelf, which recorded how many demon cultivators were killed by the ancestors when they guarded Xuanyin Mountain.

He saw Yin Tian's record on it.

Yin Tian sat here for a year and killed a total of 3,500 demon cultivators.

Among them, 1,000 were Jindan, 2,100 were foundation-building, and the rest were all Qi training.

Lu Ming also saw Yin Tian laugh at other ancestors for not killing enough people.

Seeing this reply, Lu Ming walked out of the thatched hut directly.

He used all his strength to activate the great freedom and carefree magical power.

Lu Ming turned into a wisp of cold wind and circled around Xuanyin Mountain.

When he came back, he had a bunch of storage bags and space bracelets in his hands.

Lu Ming sat on a chair, sharpened his pen, and recorded today's battle record in a small notebook.

「Lu Ming, the 32nd generation disciple of Yuhun Academy, has the third level of Jindan cultivation. He killed 92 Jindan demon cultivators, 865 foundation-building demon cultivators, and practiced more than 1,000 Qi in one day."Brother Yintian, you are not good enough!"

After interacting across time and space, Lu Ming sighed with emotion.

The more he came into contact with Yintian, the more he knew how powerful he was.

He had already used up the praise of"outstanding talent".

When Yintian was alive, he could be said to have suppressed all the geniuses of his generation.

Unfortunately...

After drying the ink and closing the small notebook, Lu Ming began to patrol the entire Xuanyin Mountain.

It has been more than 60 years since the last patrol.

The entire Xuanyin Mountain exudes the powerful aura of the thousand-year ghost king.

However, there is not a single ghost fairy comparable to the Yuanying cultivator.

All the thousand-year ghost kings in the mountain were eliminated.

The thick aura covering Xuanyin Mountain has become much lighter.

Lu Ming sat on the top of the mountain, looking at the wasteland battlefield below, and silently took out a jar of Qianqiu wine and a plate of peanuts.

The soldiers of the two countries were fighting below.

The shouts and cries of killing continued.

The evil spirit that permeated the entire battlefield was shaken by the shouts and cries that rose to the sky.

Lu Ming looked at the soldiers who died in battle with an expressionless face.

After staying in Haoran Court for a few months, he had long seen the nature of war in this world.

It is not the so-called expansion of the dynasty's territory.

The five dynasties in the Great Wilderness Ancient Domain are equally powerful. Who can do anything to whom in a short period of time?

Moreover, there is the immortal gate to stabilize the destiny.

The probability of a tyrant appearing is very small.

Even if a tyrant appears, the ministers who have been carefully trained below will not allow the tyrant to disrupt the government.

The dynasty in the world of immortal cultivation is to ensure that mortals have food and clothing, to continue the bloodline of the human race, and to expand the human race.

And war is training!

Only after training in blood and fire, these soldiers will not be timid when facing the demon race.

Lu Ming didn't know how to evaluate this method.

However, judging from the forty-nine cities in the northwest border of the Chiyang Dynasty, this training seems to be effective.

Lu Ming pinched the seal with one hand and attracted the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

A stream of Yin Qi extended from the Xuanyin Mountain behind him, guiding the wandering souls who had just died and were still conscious.

The Yin Qi of Xuanyin Mountain became more and more dense.

Lu Ming took a sip of wine, threw a peanut into his mouth, and continued to guide the soldiers who had just died.

The war below lasted for half a day.

Nearly one-third of the casualties on both sides were caused.

This number seemed to have been accurately calculated.

In the evening, soldiers from both countries went to the battlefield and took the bodies of their comrades back.

There was deathly silence on both sides.

After Lu Ming guided the last wandering soul, he turned and came to the horror world.

At this time, the ghost king had been trained.

When Lu Ming appeared, the ghost king with the highest cultivation came to Lu Ming holding the Soul Gathering Cauldron.

"Your Excellency, we have all been promoted."

"Not bad."

Lu Ming nodded, took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, transferred the ghosts inside to the Soul Gathering Cauldron, and then looked at the ghost kings in front of him.

"Come in, you don't need to practice for now, I have something for you to do."

Tens of thousands of ghosts all got into the Soul Gathering Cauldron.

Lu Ming brought the Soul Gathering Cauldron back to the thatched cottage.

He patted the cauldron, and the ghost king with the strongest cultivation level crawled out.

"Your Majesty!"

"Go, take your men to clean up this mountain, do not leave the formation, and do not destroy the structure of the mountain."

Lu Ming threw a melon seed into his mouth, then walked to the original place and sat down, continuing to taste Qianqiu Brew.

The entire Xuanyin Mountain began to become lively.