Cultivation of immortality in the troubled times of demons and martial arts

Outside Blackstone City.

Near business road.

In the void, the sound of thunder suddenly came!

boom!

A giant black wolf with two heads and as tall as two people fell to the ground.

Linghu Yang landed lightly on the ground, and his two thick palms instantly returned to their pure white jade appearance.

"Master Uncle Linghu's Five Thunder Hands are becoming more and more sophisticated."

Chunyu congratulated softly: "You actually killed this monster wolf with one blow!"

"Master Uncle Linghu will definitely be the elder of Yuanheshan in time. Even if he takes the position of head, he has great hope..."

Qiao Wumang smiled broadly.

"It's just the lowest-ranking little monster among the strange monsters...it's nothing."

Linghu Yang waved his hands with an indifferent expression, as if this was not something to be proud of: "You guys clean up this place, and I'll go back first... Monsters have been appearing frequently outside the city recently. Maybe there's some inside story. I'm going to go Write a letter and ask about the sect.”

Chunyu and Qiao Wuyang looked at each other, feeling a slight chill on their backs.

These strange monsters that were originally in the deep mountains and old forests suddenly ran out of the territory. Perhaps... there were stronger strange monsters in the territory, or even... demons!

But looking at the martial arts masters nearby who were assisting, the two looked at each other and did not speak.

After Linghu Yang left, Qiao Wuyan looked at the smelly demon wolf corpse and waved his hand under his nose in disgust: "You... take care of this demon wolf and send it to Yuanhe Mountain, do you understand?"

"clear!"

"As you command!"

Several martial arts masters looked at each other, and although they were a little humiliated, they still agreed.

This time, the government took the lead in cleaning up the strange monsters and issued orders, with Yuanhe Mountain Linghu Yang as the main force.

These martial arts masters usually have great authority in the city, but at this time, their martial arts power is not as good as others, so they really only have to fight and be yelled at.

Fortunately, cooking a monster beast is a bit dirty and tiring, but there is no danger. You can also take away some scraps as a benefit.

"Brother Feng, let's do it now!"

Watching the Yuanhe Mountain troops gradually disappear, a martial arts master in black robe spoke.

"Well, this beast is quite heavy. I think it can pack out at least several thousand kilograms of good meat."

Brother Feng smiled and secretly calculated how many kilograms of monster meat he could deduct and how much silver he could sell.

The fur and flesh of this demonic beast are extremely tough, and ordinary Qi and Blood three-transformation warriors may not be able to break through it. Only martial arts masters can be of some use.

At this time, one by one came forward to peel off the skin and bones, and they were very busy.

"Alas... Yuanhe Mountain is Yuanhe Mountain. Look at these Five Thunder Palms, their power is as fierce as heavenly punishment..."

Brother Feng peeled off a piece of wolf meat along the wound. Just as he was saying something, he suddenly screamed: "Not good!"

"Um?"

Several other martial arts masters were startled and quickly took a few steps back and put on their martial arts postures.

"There's...something...moving!"

Brother Feng turned his back to everyone and spoke intermittently.

And above the wolf corpse on the ground, a strange scene was happening.

One after another, black vine-like things burrowed in and out of the demon wolf's corpse, seemingly replacing the opponent's blood vessels and bones, supporting the flesh and blood again.

Click, crunch...

The heart-wrenching sounds kept sounding, it was the vines that were gnawing at the bones of the demon wolf and replacing them little by little...

"Ouch!"

In the blink of an eye, the originally dead demonic wolf stood up tremblingly again. Blood was still dripping from the wound, but it let out a roar. The dead white wolf stared at everyone present blankly!

"Giggle..."

A martial arts master looked pale: "Brother Feng, this... what should we do?"

"how could I know?"

Brother Feng turned around and saw tiny roots emerging from his mouth, nostrils, and ears.

It looks like the roots of some kind of plant!

There is no doubt that he was also murdered.

"No, Brother Feng..."

"Nie Zhao, look at my Thunder Hands!"

Various angry shouts were issued one after another, and then turned into screams.

In the end, all the sounds disappeared, and only the small sounds of gnawing continued to sound.

Then, one after another, the mutilated human bodies stood up swayingly, side by side with the wolf corpse, looking in the direction of Black Rock City, with a stiff smile on the gray face...

…

Fang Xi didn't know what happened outside Blackstone City.

He has returned to the Southern Wilderness Cultivation World.

Whether it is practicing martial arts or Changchun Jue, the environment in the Southern Wilderness Immortal World is better.

Arriving in her yard, Fang Xi saw Chen Ping who had just returned from outside.

Well, the other party's steps were frivolous, and his figure inexplicably reminded Fang Xi of Lao Maitou.

"Fellow Daoist Chen."

He was the first to say hello.

"Fellow Daoist Fang."

Chen Ping returned the gift with a look of satisfaction on his face, and said with a hint of gratitude: "That Fairy Red Bee is indeed very considerate... I also want to thank you Taoist friend for telling me last time."

"Where there."

Fang Xi said a few polite words and discussed their thoughts with each other, and immediately felt that the relationship had become much closer.

"I have long wanted to make more Taoist friends, but I have always been withdrawn and can't get rid of my shame..."

Fang Xi finally expressed her troubles.

After hearing this, Chen Ping immediately laughed: "I have quite a few Taoist friends I know in the city. I will introduce them to them when the time comes. Let's go together..."

Looking at the man's back as he returned to the house, Fang Xi nodded and shook her head.

In fact, if Chen Ping could transfer his obsession with fellow Taoist Lu Zhi to the Red Bee Fairy, that would be a good thing... maybe?

After all, it counts as one willing to fight and the other willing to suffer, right? It's just a bit of a waste of spirit stones.

…

Spring passes and summer comes.

When the summer thunder exploded, Fang Xi wore a raincoat and came to the green bamboo forest.

"The spring breeze turns into rain, and all things grow and develop, disease!"

In the bamboo forest, Fang Xi looked solemn and was making magic tricks with her hands.

As the magic power in his body dissipated rapidly, a seal also appeared in his palm, gradually became clear, and then flew into the air.

One after another, water mist appeared out of thin air, covering this three-thirds of an acre, and then raindrops fell.

Threads and threads, like dreams and fog.

Spring breeze transforms into rain!

This technique can not only summon rainwater, but also mix weak spiritual power in the rainwater, which can effectively promote the growth of spiritual bamboo!

rustle!

The raindrops containing spiritual energy fell on the ground, quickly penetrated into the soil, and penetrated into the roots of the spiritual bamboo.

Under the ground, there is tenacious vitality breaking through the soil, and the small bamboo shoots are showing their sharp corners.

"When spring comes and summer comes, everything grows, it's wonderful..."

Fang Xi opened her hands and even raised her head, letting the rain of spiritual energy hit her coir raincoat and sprinkle on her face with a look of satisfaction.

At this time, it is time to plant the summer bamboo rice.

As a spiritual farmer, every once in a while, you must come and perform the 'Spring Breeze Transformation into Rain Technique' to provide nutrients for the spiritual bamboo shoots.

This is closely related to next year's harvest, and no spiritual farmer dares to neglect it.

Including Chen Ping!

Although I was very reluctant to leave, according to what the other party said, the number of times I met the Red Bee Fairy had been reduced a lot recently.

There is no way, his level of drawing talismans is not enough to support his practice, and he still has to rely on cultivating spiritual fields to support his family.

"The cultivation level of the third level of Qi refining is still too low."

After casting a spell and feeling that more than half of the mana was consumed in her body, Fang Xi's expression was very ugly.

The spring breeze transforming into rain technique consumes a lot of money.

On the other hand, his cultivation level is too low and his level of skills is also too low.

This resulted in a situation where it was impossible to cast several spells at all.

"It's a pity... changing the technique is too whimsical. Now I can't even get a single spiritual stone..."

Fang Xi couldn't help but smile bitterly when she returned to the shack.

He came to the cellar. In the corner of the cellar, several wine jars had been piled up.

This is how much he has consumed recently.

After visiting Danding Pavilion before, Fang Xi had the idea of ​​brewing spiritual wine on her own.

It happened that Lingzhu rice was readily available, so he accidentally bought a small bottle of Lingjiu koji from a vendor setting up a stall in the market.

Although I don’t have a recipe, I just tried to start making wine.

Of course, Fang Xi was not stupid and bold. Instead, she controlled variables in each forum and made several sets of references.

Moreover, each altar uses very little spiritual rice, so even if it fails, the loss will not be too great.

In this way, by next year, a more suitable spiritual wine recipe may be figured out.

‘A piece of distiller’s yeast cost me a piece of spiritual stone. ’

Fang Xi looked at the wine jars and buried them again solemnly.

This is an important harvest for the coming year. If you accidentally knock over a jar, you will be heartbroken.

He picked up the last jar of wine, looked at it carefully, and left a line of small words on the outer cover: "Lingzhu rice wine, take two kilograms of spiritual rice, one or two koji, early spring snow water... summer thunder..." Hiding it deep, just waiting for next spring..."

After burying the last jar of wine into the ground, Fang Xi let out a sigh of relief.

After completing these chores, he began to devour the Tai Sui meat, and then practiced the White Cloud Palm and Red Snake Legs.

These days, relying on Tai Sui meat, Ling Bamboo rice, and the spiritual environment of the immortal world, his accumulation of Qi and blood has been advancing by leaps and bounds, and he has already left Mu Piaomiao far behind.

Now, when I heard about Xia Lei, there were faint signs of a breakthrough!

'There are too many masters in the world of immortal cultivation. If there happens to be a foundation-building overhaul passing by, and my spiritual consciousness scans my breakthrough, it will be difficult to explain...'

‘I don’t know if there is a big movement to break through the martial arts master’s realm, but safety comes first. ’

As soon as Fang Xi thought, the surrounding world suddenly changed.

When I looked again, I had arrived in the world of Great Liang, Fang Mansion!