Grassroots Immortality

Yang Mancang knew that Yang Shan had mental problems without Yang Xueting saying anything. The key point was that Doctor Liu had no way to cure him, which showed the severity of Yang Shan's condition.

Yang Mancang looked at Yang Xueting, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, and finally he couldn't say a word.

Doctor Liu said that only immortals could cure Yang Shan's condition, and the only immortal Yang Xueting could think of was the mountain god.

After returning home, Yang Xueting took some dried meat and hurriedly took Yang Shan to the mountain temple again.

Although Dayang Mountain was more dangerous after the snow, no one knew whether the mountain god would appear. Even if there was only an illusory chance, Yang Xueting was unwilling to give up.

The snow on the mountain road had melted, making the mountain road more muddy and difficult to walk.

Yang Xueting pulled Yang Shan carefully, and although it took some time, they finally arrived at the mountain temple safely.

After entering the mountain temple, Yang Xueting knelt down devoutly.

She wanted to pull Yang Shan to kneel down and worship together, but Yang Shan did not move, so she had to give up in the end.

When mortals face problems that they cannot solve, they can only put their hopes on the gods.

At least praying to the gods will leave a seed of hope in their hearts.

Yang Xueting knelt down devoutly to the mountain god and expressed her wishes, but the mountain god did not respond at all.

This is also very normal, and it has always been like this.

Although the villagers are very pious to the mountain god, no one has ever seen the mountain god appear.

They have always believed in the mountain god because of the tradition passed down from generation to generation.

Yang Xueting did not have much hope at first, but she had to resort to this desperate measure when she was helpless.

She had prayed to the gods and worshiped, but as for whether it would work for Yang Shan, Yang Xueting did not know.

Seeing that it was getting late outside, Yang Xueting did not dare to delay any longer, and pulled Yang Shan to return to Xiaoyang Village.

After walking through a rugged mountain road, the two were finally about to reach the foot of the mountain.

The road down the mountain is also much easier to walk.

This time, the journey into the mountain was relatively smooth, and there was no danger.

There were many animals moving along the way, looking for food everywhere, but there were no ferocious beasts like big insects and snow wolves.

Just as Yang Xueting was about to pull Yang Shan to Xiaoyang Village, two figures fell from the sky and finally landed not far from the two of them.

One of them had a pale face and no blood, and his expression was naturally charming.

His dress was even more strange, looking like a man, but dressed in fancy clothes.

The most appropriate word to describe the man is - enchanting!

The other man had a sinister face and exuded a faint bloody smell.

Yang Xueting was delighted when she saw the two people falling from the sky, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on her face.

Judging from the way the two people appeared, weren't they the immortals mentioned by Dr. Liu?

But seeing that the two were dressed strangely and staring at them with good intentions, Yang Xueting's words that were about to come out were stuck in her throat.

"Fellow Daoist Hou, the man has a lot of blood and energy, which is of great benefit to you. As for this woman, she is just right for me to practice martial arts! I didn't expect that there are two fish that slipped through the net here. You and I are lucky."

"I have no objection. We just take what we need. As long as Fellow Daoist Lu doesn't think he is at a disadvantage, the man's blood and energy are extremely strong. Even at a long distance, he has made my blood boil!"

When Yang Xueting heard the conversation between the two, her face suddenly changed. She felt that something bad had happened in Xiaoyang Village, and she and the two of them might not have a good ending.

The monk surnamed Lu waved his right arm, and a pink gas flew out of his robe sleeve and shot straight towards Yang Xueting and the others.

Yang Xueting only felt a burst of fragrance, and then she lost any consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Yang Shan also inhaled the pink gas, but he still stood still, with a dull face and dull eyes, like a statue.

Seeing this scene, the monks surnamed Lu and Hou were shocked.

The man in front of them had no spiritual power fluctuations on his body, so he must be a mortal.

But how could a mortal stand under the pink smoke of monk surnamed Lu?

Even for a monk, facing this smoke, he would probably have to activate a spiritual power shield or something to resist the erosion of the smoke.

But this man did not move at all, but was not affected by the smoke.

Seeing that Yang Shan did not move at all, and his eyes did not change at all, the two gradually put their hearts back into their stomachs.

If they said that the person in front of them was a high-level monk, they would never believe it.

The monk surnamed Hou stretched out his right arm, opened his right palm, and a suction force suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Yang Xueting's body was pulled by the suction force and was about to fly towards the two, while Yang Shan was still motionless.

Yang Xueting's body had just moved less than two feet away, and was pulled by Yang Shan and no longer moved.

Seeing this scene, the monk surnamed Hou was shocked again.

The man in front of him must be very powerful, otherwise he would not be able to hold the woman.

Helplessly, the monk surnamed Hou could only give up.

He turned his head and looked at the monk surnamed Lu, both of them were shocked.

He looked at Yang Shan carefully again, but did not find anything unusual.

So the two of them became bolder.

The monk surnamed Hou wiped his storage bag, and a blood-red long sword appeared in front of him.

The blood-red long sword was about five feet long, and it exuded a strong bloody smell.

The monk surnamed Lu made hand gestures, and pink airflows continued to appear on his body, sweeping towards Yang Shan.

Because the two were only about ten feet away from Yang Shan, the blood-colored long sword and pink airflow arrived instantly.

The blood-colored long sword exuded a strong bloody light, and the air was also filled with a strong bloody smell.

The long sword stabbed directly at Yang Shan's eyebrows.

With a "clang" sound, the blood-colored long sword was directly bounced away.

The pink airflow immediately enveloped Yang Shan's body, and penetrated into his body through the nostrils and pores above his eyes.

As the pink airflow dissipated, Yang Shan did not change at all.

He still stood there motionless, with a dull look on his face.

At this moment, even a fool should know that this person is not an ordinary person.

How could such a body be an ordinary person if it could withstand the full force of the magic weapon of the monk surnamed Hou without any damage?

All the pink airflow entered Yang Shan's body, but Yang Shan still stood firm.

After the shock, the two of them suddenly showed ecstasy on their faces.

The slightly flustered mood suddenly turned into ecstasy.

Needless to say, the man in front of him was not a mortal at all, and could even be said to be not a human!

From the man's expression, there was no fluctuation of the soul at all. A body without a soul, and an extremely strong body, what else could it be?

It must be a corpse refinement!