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

After working hard, I looked at the enlarged cave.

Fang Xi sat on a rock, took out the jade slip of the 'immortality technique', and slowly understood it.

This place is naturally the place he prepared for himself to plant trees!

In this way, the possibility of initial exposure is extremely small.

Moreover, if you encounter trouble, the secret is leaked, or even besieged by powerful enemies, you can escape from the cliff on the other side and jump directly into Wandao Lake.

After entering the lake, using the cover of the lake water to cross directly, it is perfect!

This is just in case.

'Hmm... In this case, the most I can do is fail in practicing the 'immortality technique', and the damage to my body and mana will be minimal...'

After studying the exercises several times, Fang Xi came to a conclusion.

After a while, he collected the jade slip and took out the dusty seed.

This was the one he carefully selected from the three seeds, the one with the most vitality.

As for the demon tree in the Great Liang world, he was crazy to make the decision!

Under the soft light of the night pearl.

Fang Xi recited the crooked notes one after another, and wisps of green light suddenly bloomed in her eyes.

The next moment, he took out a magic weapon dagger, removed the true agang, and cut the skin of his fingers hard, letting drops of blood from the fingertips drip on the spiritual seed.

Gulu!

Something strange happened.

The blood dripped on the seeds, penetrated into it quickly, and was quickly absorbed by the seeds!

On the surface of the seed, fine blood-colored runes appeared one after another, and then quickly disappeared, disappearing without a trace...

This is the first preparation for refining the natal spiritual plant in the ‘immortality technique’!

Use mana to refine your spiritual seeds every day, and then supplement it with essence and blood to establish a connection!

Since this is a species of demon tree, Fang Xi made more preparations and tried to be prepared.

After finishing her daily homework, Fang Xi hesitated.

After being stunned for a long time, a ruthless look suddenly appeared on his face. He grabbed this spiritual seed, and his five fingers moved like yin and yang!

"drink!"

Fang Xi shouted loudly and activated the 'Qi Penetrating Whole Body', covering his entire body with a blood-red coat.

"Hunyuan True Skill!"

He practiced martial arts one move after another, and his extremely condensed fist intention gathered in the palm of his hand, constantly refining this spiritual seed!

This is Dugu Wuwang’s ‘swallowing demon technique’!

With the blood and will of the Grand Master...continuously impact and refine the remaining will in the demon species!

By now, Fang Xi has basically confirmed that there is no other residual spirit in this spiritual seed, only her own imprint is left.

"It's a pity... If you can advance to the realm of 'Zhen Gang's Transformation', you will be more confident!"

After finishing a set of punches, Fang Xi looked at the spirit seed and felt a little emotional, but she quickly put down her worries.

Dugu Wuwang was only a body refining master at the beginning, but he could survive for so long after swallowing a piece of Qilin Demon's flesh and blood.

I am an immortal cultivator, and if I prepare the Ningshen Pill, I will not be defeated by a mere demon seed!

It’s almost the same if you replace it with the Demonic Tree itself!

…

After a lot of work, Fang Xi covered the entrance to the cliff and climbed back to the practice room along the secret passage.

Sitting cross-legged, Fang Xi calmed down and began to practice the 'Changchun Jue'!

After a week of practice, he would go out of the practice room and go to the talisman-making room to learn how to draw talismans, or go to the weapon-refining room to try to refine weapons.

A peaceful life is so simple and unpretentious.

Take care of the spiritual field every day, dig caves, practice exercises, and then try to learn the art of cultivating immortals...

When Fang Xi was in Baochuanfang City, she had collected as many inheritances as possible.

After several months of experiments, he had to admit that he had no special talent in alchemy, talisman making, or weapon refining.

If you want to improve, you can only spend a lot of materials and pile them on!

This result made Fang Xi slightly depressed.

Facts have proved that he is not a genius after all.

However, the feeding log left by Miao Dong allowed him to figure out a few tricks, and Ling Zhifu's progress was also quite fast.

"Could it be that all my talents are focused on raising spirit beasts and spiritual plants?"

Fang Xi had to be so suspicious.

In addition, there is the inheritance of puppetry that he has always been thinking about, but because it is too partial, there has been no news.

In fact, Fang Xi believes that the puppetry technique should be inherited in the Kung Fu Pavilions of those big families.

But if people don’t publicize it, he won’t even have an idea where to grab it!

"That's all... How can there be anything perfect in this world?"

"The preparations we have now are almost enough."

Fang Xi looked at the raindrops that gradually stopped outside the window, and secretly made a decision: "It's time... to set up the 'little cloud and rain array'."

…

Summer rain comes and goes quickly.

On the second day, it was a cloudless sunny day again.

Fang Xi picked up a fish basket and jumped down from the emerald cliff!

Whoosh!

A black cloud suddenly appeared, lifting his figure.

He cruised on the lake, chose a reef, threw out his fishing rod, and started fishing.

There are spiritual fish in Wandao Lake!

There are even many monks who make a living from this, such as Miao Dong who raises Shui Lao Ya.

Fang Xi didn't want to catch the spirit fish, she just wanted to have some fun.

A few hours later, a huge paper crane flew slowly from the direction of Mirror Moon Lake.

Fang Xi looked at her empty fish basket, put the fishing rod and fish basket together in her storage bag, and greeted them.

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Fang is having a leisurely time today. I wonder how many fish have been caught?"

Old Taoist Kuchiki saw Fang Xi's actions, but he deliberately smiled and asked.

As we all know, live animals cannot be put into storage bags.

“Farming and fishing are all about nourishing the heart!”

Fang Xi looked cold and replied.

"Hahaha!"

Old Taoist Kuchiki laughed happily. He had been choked by Fang Xi's strange aura many times before, but today he finally felt proud and elated.

"Old Master Kuchiki, why did you come here today?" Fang Xi curled her lips, too lazy to argue with this half-buried old man.

He could see that the old Taoist Kuchiki's current cultivation was no longer able to suppress the aging of his body, and he was exuding bursts of deathly aura.

This person's end is definitely approaching, and the reason why he was willing to risk his life in the first place was for the sake of future generations.

"We are very happy today. All the descendants of the old man have arrived, and we have come to invite fellow Taoists to celebrate."

Old Taoist Kuchiki bowed sincerely: "In the future, Old Kuchiki's great-great-grandson will have to ask for help from fellow Taoist."

"This is your own business..."

Fang Xi shook her head repeatedly, but looking at the old Taoist Kuchiki who was almost pleading, and remembering the kindness of the other party in lending him twenty spirit stones, she reluctantly nodded: "That's all, I'm going to ask for a glass of water and wine..."

He immediately took out his black cloud bag and slowly followed the old Taoist Kuchiki to the Twin East Peaks.

"Spiritual land..."

Old Taoist Kuchiki was old and frail, and it seemed that even his magic power had declined a lot. The paper crane he controlled could only run as fast as an adult. He just happened to say something to Fang Xi: "We have caught up with the good times, and the island owner has the heart of the people." Goodness, one word... I think back then, when the Wandao Lake cultivation domain was opened, my ancestor of the Mu family was only at the sixth level of Qi refinement. He led a group of clan members to go through all the obstacles, and after eight uncles died, he managed to open up a spiritual island. In the blink of an eye, However, his time was taken away from him, and his ancestors were so angry that they vomited blood and died..."

"The descendants are incompetent and have been making a living by working as tenant farmers for other forces. It sounds like they are a Qi Refining family, but in fact they are rootless cultivators..."

"When we reach the old generation, we can barely rely on our accumulated contacts to do some business of buying and selling news and brokering..."

"But now, our Mu family finally has a place to inherit. After my death, Mu Cheng, I will have the face to face my ancestors..."

‘Mu Xu’—this is the real name of the old Taoist Kuchiki.

His face was rosy, quite like a flashback.

Fang Xi was afraid that Master Kuchiki would not be able to breathe, so he directly dropped the magic weapon.

Fortunately, the opponent's control of the magic weapon was quite stable, and he slowly reached the Twin East Peak.

This mountain peak is not high, the trees are lush, and the scenery is quite beautiful.

Several rows of wooden houses have been built on the nodes where spiritual energy gathers. Some of the tree barks have not yet been peeled off, exuding a refreshing fragrance of vegetation.

Several men, women and children were busy working. When they saw Master Kuchiki approaching, they quickly stepped forward to salute and called them ‘ancestor’!

Fang Xi looked over and found that there were at least dozens of people, including men, women, and families.

Two or three of the old men were almost as old as Kuchiki, but their cultivation was only at the second or third level of Qi Refining. Their faces and hands were full of traces of the vicissitudes of life, and they even had a temperament that Fang Xi was very familiar with. They were probably tenant spirits of other people's families. Farmer.

'These few must not only have inferior spiritual roots, but they are also exploited by big companies. They have no time to practice. They save a few spiritual crystals in their teeth and secretly give them to their descendants. With this little cultivation, they will be considered useless for the rest of their lives...'

Fang Xi guessed in her mind, but with a smile on her face, she greeted everyone.

The old Taoist Kuchiki specially brought him to a young man wearing a brocade robe with a handsome face, and solemnly introduced him: "This is my great-great-grandson Mu Wen. He has cultivated to the fourth level of Qi Refining at the age of more than 20 years old. His qualifications are almost as good as those of Taoist priests." Compared with friends. The next generation head of my Mu family is him..."

Hearing this, Mu Wen felt faintly proud.

Then I heard the old Taoist Kuchiki say: "Wen'er, I haven't met your Uncle Fang soon! Uncle Fang is not only good at farming, he almost killed the entire Lu family with one man and one sword. He has quite a bit of swordsmanship!"

"I've met Uncle Fang!"

Mu Wen reluctantly stepped forward to salute Fang Xi, who looked not much older than him. He cursed in his heart: 'Can one person and one sword kill the Lu family? At that time, the Lu family only had monks in the early stage of Qi refining, and there were also masters in the late stage of Qi refining, so I could join them! ’

"My dear nephew, get up quickly..." Fang Xi supported her with both hands: "In terms of qualifications, I am only average."

In fact, his own family knows his own affairs.

Without the resources brought by the shuttle trade between the two worlds to purchase elixirs, he would probably still be struggling at the third level of Qi Refining!

"Cousin Manlou, did you hear that? These casual cultivators are more than 20 years old and have only reached the third or fourth level of Qi cultivation. They are so amazing..."

A white jade boat flew over and suddenly stopped in the sky.

Mo Qingyu jumped off the boat and said to Feng Manlou on the boat: "In my Mo family, if the descendants of the Mo family cannot break through the fourth level of Qi Refining at the age of twenty-five, they can only be sent to work in the family's spiritual field and shop. …”