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

Another three years have passed.

The sixteen-year-old Qin Feng has grown into a handsome boy with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his childishness has disappeared.

At this time, he returned to the top of the mountain, sitting under the towering ancient pine trees, listening to the teachings.

But at this time, although the master Xuanyin was also sitting on it, he did not speak.

Today's lecture was given by a senior uncle, the master of Guimen Peak, "Ghost Taoist".

The Ghost Taoist taught some tips and tricks for offering sacrifices to ghost instruments, which was full of dry goods.

It is said that Master Xuanyin spent a lot of money to invite the Ghost Taoist to give a lecture. Such an opportunity is rare, and everyone was fascinated by it.

But Qin Feng was not very interested in this, and even lost his mind, thinking about something else:

"Confucius said: I examine myself three times a day: Have I been careless today? Have I thought deeply about the way of life? Can I be more careless?"

He secretly glanced at everyone on the scene.

Over the years, Master Xuanyin has accepted three more talented disciples, bringing the number of direct disciples to twelve.

However, after that, Master Xuanyin announced that he would no longer recruit direct disciples, and instead let his eldest disciple Li Xiaoshan open the door to accept disciples.

Li Xiaoshan followed Master Xuanyin the earliest, and he had a supernatural talent with a different spiritual root. He had already broken through the three ordinary levels. Now he is in the late stage of Taoism, only one step away from the Golden Core stage, and is indeed qualified to accept disciples.

Qin Feng looked at Cao Yu.

He was only left with one breath a few years ago, but was eventually saved by Master Xuanyin. His broken arm was also reattached through the secret magic of the magic.

But one of Cao Yu's eyes was permanently blinded. He wore an eye patch, which made him look more fierce. Now he has reached the seventh level of Pure Soul.

The Taoist monks break through the "three gates of the secular world" and pay attention to steady progress, one step at a time.

Even if they have excellent aptitude, it usually takes at least ten years of hard work. There are also many people who have gone through thirty or forty years to break through.

However, the demon cultivators were known for their fast cultivation in the early stage.

With Cao Yutian's spiritual roots, if he had not suffered a serious injury a few years ago, he would have already broken through to the initial stage of Taoism, let alone the seventh level of Pure Soul...

After the ghost Taoist finished teaching, Master Xuanyin suddenly called for the second disciple Xiong Lie, the sixth disciple Qin Feng, and the ninth disciple Yan Wanru to stay.

"The head of the sect has ordered that people will be sent to clear the Abyss Demon Cave in the near future. You three should report to the General Affairs Peak early tomorrow morning."

Xiong Lie and Yan Wenwan immediately agreed loudly, and Qin Feng couldn't help but look bitter.

"Master, my disciples' cultivation is shallow, how can I... Can you go to the extremely dangerous Abyss Demon Cave?"

Master Xuanyin immediately glared at him:

"Clearing the Abyss Demon Cave is not only to plunder the cultivation resources inside, but also to let the disciples see blood.

If we, the demon cultivators, want to achieve something, which one of us has not fought our way out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses?"

"After all, my disciples have poor roots and shallow cultivation..."

"Hmph, after a year, if you still can't break through from the Qi training stage to the marrow washing stage, get out and become an outer disciple. I really can't afford to lose this person!"

Qin Feng was scolded and had to leave timidly.

The ghost Taoist beside him laughed and said:

"Junior brother, since you are so disgusted with this disciple with mixed spiritual roots for his slow cultivation, why did you accept him as your direct descendant?"

Master Xuanyin sighed:

"Eight years ago, the Kongtong Mountain Jinmen Daozang appeared in the world. I was chasing the spiritual Duobao Liuli Tower but couldn't get it. On the way, I met this boy and he begged me to accept him.

I saw that he was very determined, so I set up the reincarnation confusion array to test his character.

After all, for us cultivators, determination has always been the first, opportunity is the second, and bones are the last..."

When the ghost Taoist heard this, he immediately became interested:

"Oh? I wonder if this kid is in the reincarnation confusion array of junior brother. , how many levels have you passed?"

Master Xuanyin said: "The suffering of livestock did not make him retreat, the threats of demons did not make him timid, the life of gold, silver, wealth, and high power did not make him lost, he passed the eight levels of reincarnation, and only fell in the path of lust."

After hearing this, the ghost Taoist's eyes widened instantly,

But Master Xuanyin sighed again:

"But now it seems that the original decision was really confused. This boy is as slow as a turtle in cultivation. He will never become a great man. It's better to go to the abyss and die!"

...

The next morning, although he was reluctant, Qin Feng still came to Shuwu Peak with his second brother Xiong Lie and ninth sister Yan Wanru.

Three or four hundred people had gathered in the square of Shuwu Peak. For a while, there were green fires, ghosts, and demonic energy.

"Brother Xiong, you're here early!"

At this time, a thin middle-aged monk came over with a few people.

This man was Zhong Hu from the Blood Prison Peak, who was in the middle stage of the Dao.

There were many open and covert struggles among the various peaks of the Netherworld Sect, some of which even reached the point of life and death.

In addition to the good relationship with the Ghost Gate Peak, the Xuanyin Peak basically had no contact with the Blood Prison Peak.

It was just that Xiong Lie had gone out with Zhong Hu to do sect tasks together, so they had some friendship.

After Zhong Hu and Xiong Lie exchanged pleasantries, they enthusiastically spoke a few words to the delicate Yan Wanru, then looked at Qin Feng who was hiding behind them with a puzzled look on his face:

"Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but this is your senior brother's new disciple?"

After hearing this, Yan Wanru couldn't help laughing, while Xiong Lie said with a stern face, a little uncomfortably:

"He is my sixth junior brother, Qin Feng."

Qin Feng had no choice but to step forward and bow, saying, "Hello, Senior Brother Zhong."

Zhong Hu was stunned, and a marrow cleansing cultivator behind him laughed:

"I heard that there is a descendant of mixed spiritual roots on Xuanyin Peak, who has been practicing for eight years but still stopped at the Qi training stage. Could it be you?"

Before Qin Feng could say anything, Zhong Hu turned around and scolded:

"You are disrespectful, why don't you come forward and greet him?"

It turned out that this marrow cleansing cultivator was named Su Sheng, and was Zhong Hu's favorite disciple. According to etiquette, he should call Qin Feng "Uncle Master".

Su Sheng reluctantly stepped forward and bowed. After he withdrew, his face was still full of indignation, and he did not hide his contempt for Qin Feng at all.

Qin Feng still smiled in response, and there was no sign of anger. Instead, he was looked down upon by Su Sheng and others.

After all, the magic way is based on strength, and Qin Feng's attitude will not win anyone's respect.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the five hundred monks who were clearing the demon cave had gathered and boarded two magic cloud flying boats. They immediately soared into the sky and flew southeast...

Twenty days later,

In a cold and dim cave, there were bursts of fighting sounds.

"Bad luck, how could there be a six-legged demon crow in such a remote cave?"

Qin Feng cursed inwardly in silence, and kept waving the long sword in his hand to resist a group of crows with six legs and black mist constantly spewing out of their mouths.

Originally, Qin Feng was traveling with Xiong Lie and Yan Wanru, but a few days ago, a wave of demonic tide suddenly broke out in the Abyss Demon Cave.

In the melee, Qin Feng was separated from Xiong Lie and others.

Afterwards, Qin Feng luckily found a secluded cave with a stone door. After blocking the stone door and setting up a small magic circle, he lived in it safely for five days.

Anyway, Qin Feng had already made enough achievements for the sect by following his second senior brother Xiong Lie, who was in the entry stage.

After that, he only needed to stay here for a full month before returning to the mountain gate. So now it seems that the demonic tide has been passed by him, so he is not in a hurry to join the main force.

Who knew that the tranquility was broken on this day.

A large group of six-legged demon crows suddenly broke in from outside, and they could not be killed. Suddenly, danger arose.

Qin Feng frowned and reached for the bag hanging on his shoulder.

Just then, two monks suddenly came out of the cave.

Qin Feng glanced and saw that they were Su Sheng, a disciple of Zhonghu from Blood Prison Peak, and Chen Wu, another third-generation disciple.

After seeing the situation clearly, the two of them were also stunned for a moment, and then each used a magic weapon to kill the six-legged demon crows flying around.

Qin Feng had heard of Chen Wu. He seemed to be an outstanding rising star from Blood Prison Peak. He held a purgatory ghost flag in his hand and detained dozens of ghost generals. After releasing them, he killed people everywhere with great majesty.

It took only an hour, and the large group of six-legged demon crows were finally killed almost completely by the cooperation of the three.

Su Sheng came over immediately, smiling sarcastically:

"Uncle Qin, why are you here? Many people thought you were killed in the last wave of demons."

"I've been healing here these days..."

Qin Feng said, moving his position near the cave entrance.

Chen Wu muttered suspiciously, "It's really strange. The six-legged demon crows have always been active on the fourth floor of the demon cave. How come there are so many of them here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud rumbling sound came, and everyone felt the ground shaking, making it difficult for people to stand steadily.

Fortunately, it didn't last long, and it returned to normal after a while.

At this time, an extremely rich spiritual energy quickly spread in the cave.

Chen Wu's eyes fixed, and he quickly walked to a stone wall that was constantly oozing black water droplets, and suddenly exclaimed:

"Brother, look, this... this seems to be the thousand-year-old demon spirit marrow recorded in the sect's classics!"

Su Sheng rushed over to take a look, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

This thousand-year-old demon spirit marrow is an extremely rare elixir of heaven and earth. It can be swallowed directly to increase cultivation, and some can be used when refining weapons, and it is even more

It can improve the quality of magic tools to a higher level!

Su Sheng remembered that two years ago, when his master Zhong Hu took him down the mountain to visit the Xiuzhen Market, he saw someone auctioning half a bottle of Millennium Demon Spirit Essence at the auction of Lingbao Pavilion.

That scene was so hot that even if the master and several uncles put all the spiritual stones together, they still couldn't buy that half bottle of Millennium Demon Spirit Essence!

Su Sheng looked at Qin Feng and immediately winked at his junior brother Chen Wu.

Chen Wu understood and walked towards Qin Feng while secretly pinching the magic formula:

"Uncle, we have made a fortune. How about taking these Millennium Demon Spirit Essence together?"

"No, no, I'll give them all to you."

Qin Feng hurriedly refused and retreated.

And the next moment, he saw a gloomy hand emitting green flames suddenly piercing through Chen Wu's back!

Chen Wu looked down with an unbelievable look in his eyes:

"Ghost Hand of the Netherworld, Senior Brother, you..."

Before he could finish his words, the ghost hand crushed his heart and his body fell into a pool of blood...