Cultivation of Immortality

Ten years have passed.

A figure slowly floated down to the top of an iceberg. His light blue Taoist robe looked particularly fresh against the white snow. When he looked around, a piece of "hard ice" on the hillside suddenly shot up and shot towards him.

Zhuier pretended to be panicked and flew away. The young phoenix, which was already as big as an eagle, chased after him. Its tail had grown long feathers but had not yet grown the beautiful and elegant tail feathers of its mother, so it still looked ugly.

"Hahahaha..., you have to wait another hundred years to catch up with me." Zhuier flew with his back to the bird, looking angry at the bird.

The bird that failed to sneak attack was unwilling to flap its wings vigorously and made a soul-stirring cry. Although its cry was still childish, it contained some magic power.

"It's useless to cry, hahaha..." Zhuier shot out a spiritual power to hit the bird and made it stagnate.

"Chirp!" The bird was even more annoyed and screamed angrily at Zhuier.

At this moment, Zhuier paused, as if trapped. Shen Qing, dressed in a white dress, appeared not far away.

"Chirp!" The bird saw the opportunity and sang excitedly, rushing towards Zhuier.

Zhuier waved his spiritual power and activated the shield, dealing with the bird's attack in a hurry. The bird's waves of cold air froze him and begged for mercy with his mind.

The bird chirped a few times with satisfaction, stopped its offensive, and drove Zhuier away from its territory as a winner.

Since it could fly, the territory it occupied has become larger and larger. Now this iceberg and the snowy area within a radius of 300 miles around it belong to it. The scene just now will be staged every few days.

Shen Qing would occasionally come over to pull the bird's hand and let it beat Zhuier up. This was of course arranged by Zhuier. He had to let Shen Qing get close to the bird. Shen Qing couldn't turn down Zhuier's painstaking efforts. She was of course clear that Zhuier's hard work in educating this young phoenix was mainly for her.

Hard work pays off. After ten years of unremitting efforts, the bird had some feelings for the two. Ten years might be a lifetime for ordinary birds, but it was extremely short for the ice phoenix that could live for ten thousand years. The bird was still in its infancy and its mind was far from being sound. It was Zhuier's patient teaching that helped it open up some of its spiritual wisdom early. Of course, if its mother hadn't died, the teaching it received would definitely be much better than it is now.

After driving Zhuier out of its territory, the bird turned its eyes to Shen Qing again, and flew in circles a thousand feet away from Shen Qing while making soothing calls, which was considered to be a thank you for Shen Qing's help.

Shen Qing nodded with a smile, presented a blue spiritual fruit, and then flew away from its territory.

The bird happily accompanied Shen Qing for a while before returning to the mountain to eat the spiritual fruit, but it didn't know that the barrier in the valley where the blue fruit grew was exactly the magic circle set by Shen Qing.

After being driven away by the bird, Zhuier came to a snowy mountain two thousand miles away, cast a spell to enter the protective magic circle, and said to a pale-haired old man lying on the ice and basking in the sun, "Why bother?" Then he threw a fruit to him to fill his stomach.

The old man grabbed the fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while begging incoherently, "Give me another one, I'm too hungry." His face couldn't be described as pale, it was all gray, old and hunched, skinny.

Zhuier threw him another fruit, which grew under the two pieces of land in the Qiankun bag. It had no spiritual effect and could only be used to fill hunger.

"Thank you." The old man hurriedly stuffed the second fruit into his mouth, fearing that Shen Qing would see it.

Now no one can recognize that this old man who is almost unrecognizable is the powerful Yin Yang Palace Four Immortal Lord Wuji. If his miserable appearance is made public, I wonder how many people will be so excited that they will burst into tears and curse him fiercely that he deserves it!

Wuji was tortured so badly that it was not Zhuier and Shen Qing who wanted to take revenge on him. It can be said that he asked for it.

At the beginning of the fourth year of being imprisoned in the Qiankun Bag, Wuji was so weak that he could hardly keep his body stable in the air. Shen Qing and Zhuier let him out for interrogation. Wuji still insisted that he knew the way out of the maze, but he would not tell them unless they swore to spare his life.

Shen Qing was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he started to search his soul, and was almost injured by a guardian thought in his spirit platform. As Wuji was one of the four immortals of Yin-Yang Palace, and he had done all kinds of bad things, it was not uncommon for him to have a guardian thought in his spirit platform. Shen Qing had expected this, and had been careful when he started, otherwise he would not be so lucky to be injured.

If he couldn't search his soul, he could only torture him. Shen Qing was not good at using torture, and Zhuier was even worse in this regard, but Shen Qing's hands were also dark enough. After interrogating him for a few sentences, he saw that Wuji was trying to play tricks with his mind, so he directly killed his Nascent Soul.

Once the Nascent Soul died, the path would be cut off. Zhuier thought that Wuji would be desperate and just want to die quickly, but Wuji seemed to have expected this. Not only did he not curse Shen Qing, but he also said that there were twelve captured female cultivators in his nest. If he was killed, the dozen female cultivators who didn't know how to get out of the formation would be trapped inside.

Zhuier and Shen Qing finally solved the mystery in their hearts. It turned out that Wuji had deliberately led them away in order to protect his own nest. The mysterious person sensed by Zhuier was probably the female cultivator in the nest.

Wuji's threat was not of much use to Shen Qing, but it was of some use to Zhui'er. Although Zhui'er thought that Wuji was probably exaggerating when he said there were twelve female cultivators, even if there was only one, he was still an innocent poor person. , you can still be saved if you can.

Wuji revealed that his evil deeds were just to survive. Of course, he refused to tell the two of them the secrets of entering and exiting the lair. For his behavior, not to mention Shen Qing, even Zhuo'er felt extremely contemptuous. There was no trace of a wealthy immortal in this. His style? Even the Nascent Soul has been destroyed, so why are you still trying to survive? If you still care about your face, you should risk your life and seek happiness.

According to Shen Qing's wishes, just kill this spineless thing. Anyway, she didn't really believe Wuji's lie that he knew how to get out of the maze, but Zhui'er still felt that he should try his best to save the female cultivators in his lair. Force him to tell you the secret of the defensive formation.

Shen Qing had no choice but to let Zhui'er figure it out on his own. Without Yuanying, Wuji was like a tiger without teeth, and there was nothing to fear.

Zhui'er has been spending time with Wuji in the past few years. He didn't torture Wuji, so he locked him in the Qiankun Bag. When Wuji couldn't hold it anymore, he released him slowly, and then locked him in again. This The move was considered destructive enough, and Wuji wanted to survive, so he let Wuji savor the feeling of quickly approaching old age and death.

Wuji hated Zhui'er to death, but he still had to beg for food from Zhui'er in a humble manner. Who made him reluctant to die.

Who could have imagined that Wuji, who kills without blinking an eye and regards other people's lives as nothing, would be so cowardly and despicable when it was his turn to face death. He really does not deserve to be compared with the Little Demon Lord, and he does not deserve to be called a hero. No wonder the Little Demon Lord After becoming a feather, I didn't even bother to kill him. Ten years have passed.

A figure slowly floated to the top of an iceberg. His light blue robe looked particularly fresh against the white snow. When he looked around, a piece of "hard ice" halfway up the mountain suddenly jumped towards him. He shoots away.

Zhui'er feigned panic and flew away. The young phoenix, which was already the size of an eagle, was chasing after her. Its tail had grown long feathers but it had not yet grown the beautiful and elegant tail feathers of its mother, so it still looked like the same. Quite ugly.

"Hahahaha... If you want to catch up with me, you have to wait another hundred years." Zhui'er flew with his back turned, looking angry at Xiaoniao.

The little bird, unwilling to succeed in the sneak attack, flapped its wings vigorously and emitted a soul-stirring cry. Although its cry was still childish, it already contained some magic power.

"It's useless to scream, hahaha..." Zhui'er shot out a burst of spiritual power and knocked the little bird to a standstill.

"Chirp!" The little bird became even more annoyed and screamed angrily at Zhui'er.

At this moment, Zhui'er's body paused, as if he was trapped, and Shen Qing, wearing a white dress, appeared not far away. .??.

"Chirp!" Seeing the opportunity coming, the little bird let out an excited chirp and rushed towards Zhui'er.

Zhui'er was waving his spiritual power and activating the evil shield, hurriedly dealing with the bird's attack. The cold air emitted by the bird made him beg for mercy repeatedly.

The little bird then chirped a few times with satisfaction, stopped its offensive, and drove Zhui'er away from its territory like a winner.

Ever since it could fly, the territory it has occupied has become larger and larger. Now it owns this iceberg and the surrounding snowfield of three hundred miles. The scene just now happens every few days.

Occasionally, Shen Qing would come over and pull his hand, causing Xiaoniao to give Zhui'er a beating. This was of course arranged by Zhui'er. He had to let Shen Qing get close to Xiaoniao. Shen Qing couldn't brush off Zhui'er's painstaking efforts. Of course it is clear that Zhui'er took the trouble to educate this young phoenix mainly for her.

Hard work pays off. After ten years of unremitting efforts, the little bird has some affection for these two people. Ten years may be a lifetime for a mortal bird, but for Bingfeng who can live for thousands of years, The words were extremely short-lived. The little bird was still in its fledgling stage, and its mind was far from sound. It was Zhui'er's patient teaching that helped it open up part of its spiritual intelligence early. Of course, if its mother had not died, the teaching it would have received It's definitely better than now.

After driving Zhui'er out of its territory, the little bird set its sights on Shen Qing again and flew in circles thousands of feet away from Shen Qing while making a soothing chirp. This was a way of thanking Shen Qing for his help.

Shen Qing nodded with a smile, presented a blue spiritual fruit, and then flew away from its territory.

The little bird happily sent Shen Qing away for a while before going back to the mountain to eat the spiritual fruit. Little did he know that the barrier in the valley where the blue fruit grew that it could not break through was the magic circle set up by Shen Qing.

After Zhui'er was chased away by the bird, he came to a snow-capped mountain two thousand miles away. He cast a spell and entered the protective circle. He said to an old man with pale beard and hair who was lying on the ice basking in the sun, "Why bother." After saying that, he threw over a piece of fruit to satisfy his hunger.

The old man grabbed the fruit and stuffed it into his mouth voraciously. While chewing, he begged vaguely, "Give me another one, I'm so hungry." His face could no longer be described as disheveled, it was all gray and defeated. Now, he is old and his body is stooped and skinny.

Zhui'er threw him another fruit. This fruit was dried.

It grows under the two pieces of land in Kunbao. It has no magical effect and can only be used to satisfy hunger.

"Thank you." The old man hurriedly stuffed the second fruit into his mouth, for fear of being seen by Shen Qing.

Now no one can recognize that this aging, almost inhuman old man is the powerful Four Immortals of the Yin and Yang Palace, Wuji. If his tragic picture is revealed, I don’t know how many people will be moved to tears. , he deserved the harsh scolding!

The fact that Wuji was tortured so badly was not really due to Zhui'er and Shen Qing seeking revenge on him. It could be said that he asked for it.

At the beginning of the fourth year of being imprisoned in the Qiankun Bag, Wuji was so weak that he could no longer stabilize his body in the air. Shen Qing and Zhui'er released him for interrogation. Wuji still insisted that he knew the way out of the maze. But he won't tell them unless they swear to spare his life.

Shen Qing was too lazy to talk nonsense and went to search for his soul. In the end, he was almost injured by a guardian spirit in his spiritual platform. As the Four Immortals of the Yin and Yang Palace, Wuji had done bad things, and there was a guardian spirit in his spiritual platform. Not surprisingly, Shen Qing had already expected it and had been extra careful when taking action. Otherwise, he would not have been so lucky and was almost injured.

If you can't find the soul, you can only torture. Shen Qing is not good at using torture, and Zhuo'er is even worse at this aspect. But Shen Qing's hands are also dark enough. After a few interrogations, he saw that Wuji was rambling and trying to play tricks. Out of scheming, he directly killed his Nascent Soul.

Once Yuanying dies, his path will be cut off. Zhui'er originally thought that Wuji would give up all hope and just seek a quick death. Unexpectedly, Wuji seemed to have expected this. Instead of yelling at Shen Qing, he even said that he was in his lair. There are twelve captive female cultivators in the prison. If he is killed, the dozen or so female cultivators who don't know how to use the formation will have to be trapped and die.

Only then did Zhui'er and Shen Qing solve the mystery in their minds. It turned out that Wuji had deliberately lured them away in order to protect his lair. The mysterious person that Zhui'er sensed was probably the female cultivator in the lair.

Wuji's threat was not of much use to Shen Qing, but it was of some use to Zhui'er. Although Zhui'er thought that Wuji was probably exaggerating when he said there were twelve female cultivators, even if there was only one, he was still an innocent poor person. , you can still be saved if you can.

Wuji revealed that his evil deeds were just to survive. Of course, he refused to tell the two of them the secrets of entering and exiting the lair. For his behavior, not to mention Shen Qing, even Zhuo'er felt extremely contemptuous. There was no trace of a wealthy immortal in this. His style? Even the Nascent Soul has been destroyed, so why are you still trying to survive? If you still care about your face, you should risk your life and seek happiness.

According to Shen Qing's wishes, just kill this spineless thing. Anyway, she didn't really believe Wuji's lie that he knew how to get out of the maze, but Zhui'er still felt that he should try his best to save the female cultivators in his lair. Force him to tell you the secret of the defensive formation.

Shen Qing had no choice but to let Zhui'er figure it out on his own. Without Yuanying, Wuji was like a tiger without teeth and had nothing to fear.

Zhui'er has been spending time with Wuji in the past few years. He didn't torture Wuji, so he locked him in the Qiankun Bag. When Wuji couldn't hold it anymore, he released him slowly, and then locked him in again. This The move was considered destructive enough, and Wuji wanted to survive, so he let Wuji savor the feeling of quickly approaching old age and death.

Wuji hated Zhui'er to death, but he still had to beg for food from Zhui'er in a humble manner. Who made him reluctant to die.

Who could have imagined that Wuji, who kills without blinking an eye and regards other people's lives as nothing, would be so cowardly and despicable when it was his turn to face death. He really does not deserve to be compared with the Little Demon Lord, and he does not deserve to be called a hero. No wonder the Little Demon Lord After becoming a feather, I didn't even bother to kill him.