Gou Dao Xiu Xian: I am immortal in the demon sect

The cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the plum blossom fragrance is surging.

Qin Feng, who was sitting in the plum blossom forest practicing, slowly opened his eyes,

"Huh... I finally reached the initial stage of the Nascent Soul."

It has to be said that the road of cultivation is long and the further you go, the harder it is.

When I was in the realm of "three levels of mortals", I could often break through two small steps a year, and my cultivation was changing with each passing day. It was really great.

But now, Qin Feng entered the early stage of the Nascent Soul, which was more than 230 years ago.

During this period, he ate countless natural treasures, and even gained a hundred years of strength through the "Xuanming Magic Art".

But until today, he has barely cultivated to the perfection of the early stage, and it is still unknown when he can break through.

Therefore, although the Nascent Soul cultivator can live for 1,500 years, Qin Feng dare not slack off in his cultivation.

"Longevity is so difficult!"

Qin Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air, removed the restrictions around him, stood up and walked out of the plum forest slowly on the snow.

When passing the Huixian Hall, he suddenly heard Lu Youwei's old and excited voice from afar:

"This time, if you don't succeed, you will die!"

"Yes, this trip to the Demon Palace must be successful! If you don't succeed, you will die!"

Qin Feng practiced in the plum forest this time. It was still the hot summer when he sat down, and it was the cold winter when he stood up. He didn't know what had happened recently.

He walked into the hall and saw seven or eight cultivators sitting inside, most of them were old men in the Jindan stage with white hair like Lu Youwei.

"Brother Qin!"

"Master Qin."

When everyone saw Qin Feng, they all stood up and saluted him.

Qin Feng asked Lu Youwei:

"What are you doing?"

Lu Youwei said frankly:

"We old guys don't have many years left to live.

It just so happens that the foreign demon palace in the far north is about to appear in the world, so we gathered together and planned to go and try to see if there is a chance to find the immortal elixir for breakthrough.

If not, we will die in the demon palace together, so as not to lie in bed and wait for death in a few years."

Lu Youwei is now six hundred and seventy or eighty years old, and he really doesn't have much life left.

Yue Mo was also present. He was also the only Yuanying cultivator here, and he didn't worry about his lifespan. He went to the foreign demon palace purely out of interest.

Yue Mo asked Qin Feng:

"Junior brother, do you want to go with me?"

Qin Feng waved his hand and made an excuse:

"I still need to practice a vital magic weapon in seclusion, so I won't go to this outer demon palace."

Then, in order to avoid Yue Mo's endless persuasion, he only said a few words in the hall and fled away.

The next morning, Qin Feng opened the door,

The sky had cleared, but it snowed heavily last night. Looking around, the world was covered in silver.

At this time, the sound of "shasha" footsteps came from the snow.

Looking carefully, it was Shen Sanniang, who slowly walked towards him.

Shen Sanniang was also old. Although there were no wrinkles on her face, she had a head of silver hair.

"Are you watching the snow?"

"Yes."

Qin Feng lit the kettle and poured her a cup of tea.

Shen Sanniang took a sip, looked into the distance, and said leisurely:

"Good tea, good tea, but it's a pity that I won't be able to drink it in the future."

Qin Feng asked: "Are you going to the Demon Palace outside the domain too?"

After seeing Shen Sanniang nodded gently, Qin Feng was silent for a while.

In fact, this is not surprising.

Shen Sanniang is actually about ten years older than Lu Youwei and Qin Feng.

And Lu Youwei is also in the late Jindan stage.

After Shen Sanniang cultivated to the middle Jindan stage with difficulty, she has been stagnant for hundreds of years and has been surpassed by her adopted daughter Le Yao.

After drinking a cup of tea, Shen Sanniang returned the teacup to Qin Feng.

"Let's go."

After saying that, she drove the escape light and flew out of the mountain without looking back. After meeting up with Lu Youwei and the others, they went to the extreme north together.

Qin Feng looked at Shen Sanniang's back as she left, and could only silently wish her good luck on this trip and return with the elixir.

It is rumored that there are real immortal pills in the Demon Palace outside the domain,

but whether you can get it depends entirely on luck. Even if Qin Feng goes with them, it will be useless.

Just like the previous secret realm of the Immortal Coffin Mountain, it is said that there is a Hundred Herbs Nine Transformation Pill, but Qin Feng has not found any trace of this pill in it...

After several months,

the ice and snow melted, and it was already the late spring of March, when the grass was growing and the warblers were flying.

On this day, Qin Feng, who had been practicing hard for a long time, sharpened his inkstone and practiced calligraphy in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

When he traveled to this world before, his brush calligraphy

The writing is as bad as a dog's crawling.

Now, the writing style has become a master's style. If it were put on a stall in the human world, it should be able to sell a few taels of silver.

Suddenly, Qin Feng felt a familiar light flying over, so he waved his hand and opened the restrictions around the courtyard.

After the light landed, the figure of Senior Brother Yue Mo appeared.

Yue Mo's face was full of grief, and he asked Qin Feng in distress:

"Junior brother, do you have any wine here?"

Qin Feng took out a bottle of newly brewed Qianlu wine and handed it to Yue Mo.

Yue Mo opened the wine gourd, raised his head and gulped it down for a while.

"Good wine! Good wine!"

Yue Mo said with a sad face:

"Junior brother Lu and others will stay in the Demon Palace outside the domain forever.

We are unlucky. Although we got some magic weapons and elixirs, we failed to find the immortal elixir that can break through the realm.

Finally, when the Demon Palace was about to return to the outside world, Junior brother Lu and others were unwilling to leave and insisted on staying there to find elixirs...

So, nine people went together, and only I came back... Sorrow!"

Although he had been mentally prepared for this, when the expectation became a reality, Qin Feng's heart was still blocked.

If Lu Youwei and Shen Sanniang were murdered, Qin Feng would immediately take up his sword to avenge them.

However, the two of them lost to time. Even if Qin Feng was filled with grief and indignation, he had nowhere to vent.

Heaven is ruthless. When life is over, no one can do anything.

He also took out a pot of Qianlu wine and drank most of it in one gulp. Only then did he feel a little better. Looking to the north, he murmured:

"Junior Brother Lu, Sanniang, have a safe journey..."

"By the way, this is what Shen Sanniang asked me to bring back for you."

Yue Mo said, and took out a bag of seeds, a few fairy grasses and a phoenix tree that was golden from the trunk to the leaves.

These should be the flowers, plants and trees that Shen Sanniang got from the Demon Palace outside the domain. Knowing that Qin Feng always liked this kind of things, she asked Yue Mo to bring them back to him...

After Yue Mo left, Qin Feng stood there, stunned for a long time, then sighed, released the golden sword for sending letters, and called Lu Tingbin to his side.

"Master, what do you want me to do?"

Lu Tingbin soon came to the courtyard excitedly.

Qin Feng said:

"Your father failed to come out of the Demon Palace... You should build a tomb for him near the grave of your master uncle."

After hearing this, Lu Tingbin's face froze for a moment, and then tears flowed out of his eyes like a spring. While crying, he answered firmly:

"Yes, I obey you!"

After that, Qin Feng asked someone to call Le Yao back from Huanxian Cave Mansion, and also asked her to build a tomb for Shen Sanniang, and asked Le Yao:

"Did Sanniang tell you where she wanted to be buried?"

Le Yao recalled for a while and said, "Dahuang Mountain."