I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Inner array.

Two simple and unsophisticated stone houses, four or five acres of medicine fields, simple and unsophisticated.

In the small square in front of the stone house, Prime Minister Turtle is praying for the eagle and tiger to eat more hundred-year-old ginseng so that the essence and blood will not be replenished.

"Jin Ye, just take a bite!"

"Master Hei, let's stew the spirit ginseng into meat porridge, try it!"

Most of the eagle demon's feathers turned golden yellow. He glanced at Prime Minister Turtle with cold eyes, only to feel that it was extremely noisy, and the sweep of its wings knocked it to the ground.

The whole body of the tiger demon was pitch black without a single color. Seeing that Prime Minister Turtle was on all fours, he poked it mischievously.

The tortoise's shell was spinning fast, and it took a long time to stop slowly. The tortoise prime minister's mung bean eyes were still spinning, and his mind was already on the verge of collapse.

"You are such a waste, you have eaten hundreds of years of spiritual ginseng, and your cultivation level will make Yinghu surpass it."

Zhou Yixian turned into a figure and kicked Prime Minister Gui to the right.

"Immortal Elder, you are back, the two of them..."

Prime Minister Gui was about to make a small report, sensed repeated murderous intent, changed his voice and said: "Our aptitude is a bit poor, but our lifespan is long, and we can easily live for a thousand or eight hundred years, and we will definitely become a demon king in the future!"

"good."

Zhou Yi nodded approvingly. When Prime Minister Gui was taken in, he saw the shadow from him.

Such as scalpers, golden eagles, and black tigers all have heterogeneous bloodlines. As the bloodlines manifest and transform, their strength increases far beyond ordinary monster races, similar to the heavenly spirit roots and foreign spirit roots among human monks.

The prime minister tortoise is the most common monster, he was lucky enough to take the spirit grass to give birth to spiritual wisdom, his practice is difficult and slow, he was driven by the snake demon before, but now he is oppressed by the eagle and tiger, he is like a casual cultivator like weeds.

Zhou Yi looked at the two monsters of the eagle and the tiger: "This seat is a closed-door cultivation, and the essence and blood cannot be broken, otherwise the head-changing spirit beast will be drained."

Hey! Roar!

The golden eagle nodded repeatedly, the black tiger lay down on the ground, and the big cat tried its best to smile.

subsequently.

Zhou Yi took the accumulated blood essence, escaped hundreds of feet below the spiritual land, and opened a stone room for retreat and hidden cultivation.

"Practice Eagle Transformation at the same time as Sangong, and the speed of escaping has increased again. With the burning blood escaping method, Jindan Zhenjun can't help it!"

Zhouyi used twelve foundation building pills for the first foundation building, and then used ten, seven, and four foundation building pills. Among them were the reasons for refining the spirit, concentrating the mind, and practice experience, and more because of the change in mana.

After the reconstruction, the mana becomes more solidified, and it is easier to transform liquid from gas, so it is naturally easier to build a foundation.

"According to the classics, there is no bottleneck before Tianlinggen forms the alchemy, and after the completion of Qi refining, it will condense the Dao foundation on its own. When forming the alchemy, it has 30% more hope than other people, so it is valued by the sect!"

Jindan Zhenjun is the mainstay of the sect, far from being able to compare with Zhuji Daoist.

It is rumored that there are more than ten Tianlinggen disciples of the Danding Sect, who have been cultivating in the Shenhuo Peak.

"Forming alchemy is difficult, building a foundation by yourself will increase by 30%, you must not miss it."

If Zhou Yi is not 100% sure about forming alchemy, he would rather die in the foundation building stage, so every extra point may be precious.

Retreat first thing.

If you lose your life for a hundred years, you can predict good or bad luck for a hundred days, and you will be safe and sound.

...

Twenty years later.

Daoji finally dissipated on his own, Zhou Yi dissipated his mana, and returned to the spiritual land to practice Tuyuan Gong.

...

Thirty years in the blink of an eye.

He Family Palace.

He Dong was very old, and he was sitting on the teacher's chair and sipping tea.

There are ten monks sitting on the left and right in the hall. The He family has been very lucky these years, and there are seven people from the Linggen clan in the common people.

"Uncle Dong, it's been forty years, do you still have to wait?" He Zheng has become a middle-aged uncle. After decades of cultivation, he is the only late-stage master of Qi refining in the clan.

"How long has it been? Less than forty years."

He Dong's movements are gentle and natural, and he is commonly known as a master of tea ceremony: "The life span of two hundred years in the foundation building period is not so easy to run out. You must have patience."

"Since that person didn't join the Danding Sect, he obviously has mediocre aptitude and broke through Foundation Establishment by chance."

He Zheng analyzed: "So it is speculated that the aptitude is three or four spiritual roots, and looking at his old appearance, the foundation is three or four out of a hundred years old. Now that he has not shown up for thirty years, he may have already passed away."

"It's just a possibility! Besides, the so-called low spiritual root is just a guess."

He Dong said in a deep voice: "It's already a great kindness for Mr. Tang to allow me to live in the spiritual land. You should know how those casual cultivators are living outside?"

The Danding School has one enemy and two against the Heavenly Demon School and the Ghost King School. In the past 30 years, it has become angry. With a large number of foundation-building real people participating in the battle, the disciples in the Qi-refining period followed suit and became cannon fodder for fighting skills.

Every once in a while, true disciples die.

Loose cultivators huddled in the mundane world, no matter how much they concealed their aura, their mana and aura fluctuated like lights in the dark when their spiritual consciousness swept over them.

The monsters of the evil way captured casual cultivators and sacrificed secret art treasures. The righteous monks used the excuse of disturbing the common people and the spies of the evil way. The real sword fight had not yet begun, and both sides tacitly cleared up hidden dangers.

The He family's ability to maintain the growth of monks in the clan under such circumstances can only be said to be the secret of the Luoshuiling Dizang.

"Uncle Dong taught me that."

He Zheng said helplessly: "Now that there are more monks in the clan, more spiritual rice and spiritual medicine are needed. Elder Tang alone occupies most of the spiritual land and can't use it all up. We are willing to pay the rent. According to the price of Dandingzong, this is not enough. Is it beneficial for both parties?"

"That makes sense."

He Dong pondered for a moment, then said, "Go and ask Prime Minister Gui if you can rent two acres of spiritual land, if not, then forget it, remember to be polite."

He Zheng bowed his head to accept the order. He was not stupid, but he would not dare to offend Master Zhuji.

"Uncle Dong, don't worry."

...

Outside the array.

He Zheng sent out the jade slip of summons, and after waiting for an hour, he almost became impatient.

Prime Minister Gui came out of the formation just now, with a dark face, eyebrows raised horizontally, and there are ten horizontal and nine vertical squares on the back shell, he asked angrily.

"What's up?"

He Zheng was puzzled, but he still smiled and said: "The junior came to discuss with Prime Minister Gui, can we rent two acres of spiritual land?"

"cannot!"

Prime Minister Gui refused directly, turned around and was about to go back.

He Zheng hurriedly stopped him and said, "The He family is willing to rent a son. According to the price of the Dandingzong, Mr. Tang earned the Lingshi for nothing, right?"

"For nothing?"

Prime Minister Gui glanced at him: "These spiritual fields outside are also owned by the immortal elders. If you want to rent seeds, you must first make up for the previous rent."

"Senior Turtle taught me that."

He Zheng hurriedly apologized, not daring to block his way.

...

Go back to the palace.

With a gloomy expression, He Zheng reported the incident to He Dong.

He didn't add any oil or vinegar, and narrated word by word. When he heard that "the previous rent was made up", the He family monk was suddenly in an uproar.

"The turtle son is not a thing, how can he be like this?"

"I heard that after more than 200 years of practice, I was still a little monster in the Qi refining stage, but if I were replaced by a pig, I would become a big monster."

"Turtle fights against others!"

"We've been running this Lingtian outside for two generations!"

"..."

After the Ghost King Sect captured Dazefang City, 90% of the sources of spirit objects of the cultivators of the He family came from the spirit fields. Even so, it is very tight to support eleven monks, and it is not enough to practice after paying the rent!

It's about the way, the senior turtle has become the son of a turtle!

"Ahem!"

He Dong coughed twice, sipping tea in a leisurely manner.

"Why are you so anxious? Mr. Tang has no clan members outside, and he also confiscated his disciples. After a hundred years, won't this spiritual land belong to our family?"