Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Calculating carefully, the Beihai Demon War lasted for nearly a hundred years from a small-scale friction to a full-scale war.

Especially after the full-scale war began, the two sides continued to see each other for fifty years.

From the beginning, the two major forces of immortals and demons suddenly launched an attack against the Canghai Righteous Alliance and had an absolute advantage. Later, after taking over half of the territory of the human race's immortal world in Beihai, the good and the demons ceased their efforts and fought in separate courts.

At that time, it could barely be regarded as a rare peaceful period in the world of Beihai Immortal Cultivators since the destruction of Yuan Mo Sect.

The Immortal Demon Alliance occupies half of the territory of the human race in the North Sea, and the Canghai Righteous Alliance occupies two-thirds of the remaining half. Although the territory is not as large as the Immortal Demon side, it is the essence of the inland sea that has been managed by Beihai immortal cultivators for thousands of years. place.

The remaining bits and pieces are divided up by the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, the Tianyuan Merchant Alliance, and some remote small forces.

At that time, order was pretty good, and even if there were some minor frictions, it was only between good and evil.

Immortal exchanges and business contacts were restored for a time.

Even if Luo Chen traveled to the far north and southeast in his early years, as long as he didn't deliberately stir up trouble, no one would target him.

pity.

This peace was completely broken a few months ago.

As the vision of the Sunken Sea, the Golden Sky, and the Black Sea disappeared, the Penglai Immortal Sect inexplicably began to reduce its troops and recalled a large number of its outer sect disciples.

In this way, the balance between good and evil is broken.

The Canghai Zhengdao Alliance changed from the decline of being suppressed for fifty years and took the initiative to significantly regain the Immortal Island Sea area occupied by Moluo Liu in the early years.

The fierce flames of war have caused unreasonable disasters to those small forces who were unaware of the direction of the wind.

The Sui family's fleet arrived at the burning city gate and forced a turn. The monks who led the fleet were extremely wise.

But Luo Chen seemed a bit reckless when he went straight into the center of the battle.

The great monks in the late Jindan stage can be arrogant in normal times, but if they restrain themselves a little, they can conquer the North Sea.

But in front of such a big battlefield with tens of thousands of monks at every turn, it really doesn't count.

Riding the wooden kite, Luo Chen stepped into the flames of war, covered with a magic shield, and rushed forward without any scruples.

Suddenly a flying sword emitted powerful magic power and stabbed through the air from the front.

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers.

Seeing this scene, the Canghai Alliance Golden Core cultivator who offered the flying sword sneered. There is such a trustworthy person in the world who actually tried to catch the flying sword with his bare hands.

Doesn't he know that the magic weapon can be sent and received as easily as the heart, how can it be so easily snatched away with bare hands?

Even if the opponent has something to rely on, as long as he bypasses this grasp and slashes diagonally, he can cut off his arm, and then...

With a thought in his mind, he controlled the flying sword to get close to his face and go around.

But the next moment!

The opponent's big hand moved a few inches out of thin air, blocking the sharp flying sword.

Then, grab it with five fingers!

The flying sword seemed to have spirituality, and the hard sword body suddenly became soft, spreading from the opponent's fingertips like a spiritual snake.

Luo Chen looked calm, twisted his right hand, twisted the soft sword into a twist, intertwined it on his arm, and then shook slightly.

Click, click, click...

The sharp flying sword turned into countless fragments.

The life magic weapon was destroyed, and the Canghai League monks spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot as if they were hit hard.

Luo Chen didn't look at him and casually hit the fragments of the flying sword in another direction.

There, a small, thick mountain rumbled in.

The mountains were undaunted by these fragments.

However!

Luo Chen seemed to throw it casually, but he contained subtle techniques in the details and tried to inject source power into it.

Densely packed fragments filled with bloody light went straight into the mountains.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In just one breath, the fragments penetrated the mountain like a knife cutting tofu, attacking the Mara-ryu monk who released the magic weapon.

It was a group of monks, with about seven or eight people gathered together.

After these fragments penetrated the mountain magic weapon, they left a powerful impression. When they reached their side, they exploded directly.

Opposite of the explosion was a cry of panic.

Luo Chen didn't even look at the results of the battle. He stood on the wooden kite and crossed the battlefield at high speed.

The good and evil sides, who had been fighting fiercely before, came to a halt because of his cross-cutting kick.

On such a battlefield, it looked extremely strange.

On the side of the Canghai Zhengdao Alliance, Shang Junshu quickly flew over and looked at the middle-aged monk who was vomiting blood and looked pale. It was he who had just used the flying sword.

"Second uncle, how are you?"

"I'm fine, but my flying sword was destroyed and my mind was damaged. I'm not suitable for fighting anymore." The middle-aged monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the black-clothed monk in horror, "It's an old monster from the Nascent Soul stage! "

He shattered the magic weapon with his bare hands and severely injured seven or eight Golden Core cultivators in the Mo Luo style with one blow. Except for the Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't think of anyone who could do this.

Shang Junshu looked at the retreating figure of the monk in black in surprise. That man clearly exuded the golden elixir stage!

Although Jingchun's magical power is domineering and far superior to theirs, he can't be considered an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage.

After just watching for a while, Shang Junshu showed doubts on his face.

Why does this person give him the slightest sense of familiarity?

It's like, where have you seen it before?

Under the protection of Shang Junshu, the middle-aged monk retreated from the front line.

"Young Master, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in the rear, leading our Sihai Chamber of Commerce to organize logistics supplies?"

The young man calls him second uncle, but he cannot ignore family etiquette.

Shang Junshu looked at Luo Chen suspiciously as he left, and said, "My father is here. I came with him. I may have a talk with Lie Tianliu Lord when the time comes."

Shang Junshu's father was Sihai Zhenren, the founder of Sihai Chamber of Commerce.

The middle-aged monk was surprised and said, "Zhenren actually came to the front line in person?"

"Well, there are some secrets that are not suitable for you to hear. But as long as this battle is won, this sea area in front may become the base camp of our Sihai Chamber of Commerce in the future."

Shang Junshu said absent-mindedly, while searching in his mind where the familiar feeling of the black-clothed monk came from.

Gradually, a red face gradually overlapped with that of the black-clothed monk.

"Is it him?"

"Has he really reached this point?"

Before the recent battle between good and evil, the hottest news was undoubtedly that the strong man of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association became the biggest winner of the Shenluan Sea Secret Realm.

And among those rumors, there was one that Shang Junshu was most concerned about.

The rising star of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, the Demon Lord Qingyang, committed treason and killed the master of Feiyunjian, the Immortal Feiyunzi!

And he had dealt with this Demon Lord Qingyang in his early years.

At that time, it was still the auction of Feileng City in Lengguang Island.

It was also at that time that the Demon Lord Qingyang first became famous in the Beihai Immortal Cultivation World.

In just fifty years, the unknown person who was still escaping from the pursuit of a group of Jindan cultivators at that time has now become an existence that he can't reach.

Legend of the North Sea, a generation of Demon Lord!

...

Luo Chen's eyes paused for a moment.

But his subordinate Mu Yuan, did not retreat or avoid, but rushed forward.

A sinister voice sounded from the battlefield.

"You hurt my cultivators, and you still want to leave so easily?"

A huge force, like a shackle, covered the sky.

It is the Yuanying domain!

Along with the domain came a dark giant palm of mana.

Luo Chen snorted coldly. In the Nascent Soul Realm, his body was filled with blood light. He was not delayed at all, just like a fish in the water, moving freely.

Then, he slowly clenched his fist and elbowed his side, punching out.

His right hand stretched out like plasticine, filled with blood light and brazenly intersected with the giant palm of magic power.

Boom!

With just one blow, the giant palm of magic power broke a big hole.

Luo Chen drove the wooden kite and passed through the hole, while releasing a cold voice.

"Master Lie Tianliu, you should think about how to deal with the Nascent Soul Real Person of Canghai Zhengdao League!"

A man in a black gold robe in a hidden place saw this scene and was a little surprised at first.

This Jindan junior could actually ignore his Nascent Soul Realm.

Even, he had a powerful force and could take his casual attack.

What kind of energy was that strange blood light?

Then, he frowned. The Nascent Soul Real Person of Canghai Zhengdao League?

It was nothing but the old ghost Nanqi. The two of them had been in a stalemate in this area for ten years. What was there to deal with?

But the next moment, his face changed drastically, like a clear sky turning into dark clouds.

Three powerful auras that were no less powerful than his rose from the back of the Righteous Alliance.

"Old ghost Nanqi! Shang Sihai! Madam Mi!"

"How could they appear at the same time?"

...

"You seem to be more proficient in using that kind of power!"

On the endless but turbulent sea, the wooden kite sped past.

Luo Chen cast a dragon-slaying technique to remove the mana left by the master of the Sky-Splitting Stream just now. This person was insidious. He left a hidden hand after a casual test.

He did not object to Han Zhan's words, but just hummed lightly.

After the level of body refining reaches the fourth level of the ancient times, after squeezing the flesh, a blood-colored power will be generated. Luo Chen named it the source of power.

He has obtained this power for twenty years, but he did not know how to use it at first.

He only understood some superficial tricks of regenerating broken limbs and controlling body changes.

But with the battles in the Land of Fallen Demons, especially after Ming Zhaotian's physical nirvana, he was completely sure that this power was not weaker than the magic power of the Nascent Soul Master, and at the same time he understood several ways to use it.

For example, just now, when he lost the second Yuandan and could not release the Senluo Fire Prison, he directly ignored the suppression of the Nascent Soul Domain of the Sky-Splitting Master and calmly counterattacked.

In the past, it was heard that in ancient times, the wild beasts were the masters of the mountain and sea world, and the human race was not the favorite of heaven and earth.

Now it seems that the rumors are true.

The fourth-level wild beasts may not be able to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but under the blessing of source power, they are also not suppressed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

How to describe this feeling...

It's like the relationship between fish and the ocean.

Humans may be smart and can understand the principle that water can carry a boat or overturn it, and control the sea water for their own use.

But fish are born as creatures in the ocean, so how can they be drowned in the water?

Before Luo Chen, he was blinded by a leaf.

He also painstakingly studied Senluo Fire Prison, trying to resist the domain suppression of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

But then again, without the experience of Senluo Fire Prison, he would not have easily understood the similarities of the source power.

Luo Chen did not want to talk about this topic, but praised it instead.

"Senior, your wooden kite puppet is not gorgeous, but it is indeed the fastest flying treasure I have ever seen."

Han Zhan chuckled, "Of course, this is something that Liantian Demon Lord personally refined in his early years. Although the grade is not high, its value is not inferior to the spiritual wood puppet I got."

That spiritual wood puppet is a fourth-level existence that is comparable to the Nascent Soul stage!

This wooden kite is so powerful?

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything more.

According to his memory, he was flying at high speed in the direction of Purple Spirit Island.

He did not hesitate to cross the battlefield of good and evil in order to save time. If the Yue San people arrived at Purple Spirit Island one step ahead, they would have to wait and see.

He is the rabbit.

…

"Purple Spirit Island, purple monkey flower?"

In the Ten Thousand Immortals Association.

Yue Sanren slowly retracted his hand.

Opposite her, Duan Li, who used to have a gentle temperament, now looked dull and breathless.

Zi Hou said cautiously: "Diao Sou's statement can also verify Duan Li's results. Demon Lord Qingyang did disappear for a year or two for no reason after the mission in Deadwood Ridge. According to the time, it is completely correct. However, Qingyang Demon Lord Why does Yang Mojun want poisonous flowers like purple monkey flowers?”

what?

People don’t know about Yue San.

But she knew that the other party must have a plan for spending so much energy on exterminating monsters, arranging formations around the island, and painstakingly cultivating purple monkey flowers.

They will certainly not give up what is there easily.

She waved her sleeves, turned and walked out of the dungeon.

Zi Hou followed behind, "Zhenren, how should we deal with this Duanli?"

"After all, he is a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator with a solid foundation. Keep him! I am short of manpower now. Although he is soul-searched by me, he is still capable of fighting."

"What about the disciples of Tusang Sect?"

"Kill him!" Yue Sanren said calmly.

Purple Queen hummed, and then asked: "Where is the Zhang family on Cailian Island?"

Yue Sanren waved his hand, "Kill her too, but keep the daughter of the Zhou family, so I can give face to the Zhou family of Coral Sea."

Purple Queen's face turned pale, and she bowed her head respectfully.

But in his heart, he thought that the real person was extremely unhappy with Demon Lord Qingyang! Anyone related to him would basically be killed with one sentence.

After thinking about it carefully, I really don't like it.

She didn't know what happened in Ming Zhaotian, but Demon Lord Qingyang did indeed take Penglai Bajiao Pavilion away under her and Diaosou's hands.

That treasure was requested by Yuesan people.

The Yuesan people are now so obsessed with Demon Lord Qingyang, and they are probably preparing to take back the Penglai Bajiao Pavilion.

That’s fine!

If Qingyang doesn't come back and the Zhang family is massacred, the eight hundred miles of Penghu that she managed to manage will become "ownerless", but she can pick a peach.

…

The wooden kite is incredibly fast.

It took Luo Chen half a year to get to Ziling Island from Deadwood Ridge, but this time he arrived in less than a month.

Of course, there is a reason why he relies on his own ability and goes on a rampage without taking any detours, but it is also inseparable from the merits of Mu Yuan.

Looking at the empty sea, Luo Chen's eyes bloomed with aura, and the next moment an island shrouded in a faint aura came into view.

It's the hidden formation he left behind back then!

Without the cover of Seven Star Island, Ziling Island is no longer so secretive.

If it weren't for the island protection formation he left behind, I don't know how many immortal cultivators and monsters would have been provoked.

Luo Chen hid outside and waited quietly for a while.

Until Han Zhan's voice came.

"Except for a monk in the late stage of foundation building, there is no one else on the island. It seems that the Yue San people haven't come to catch you yet."

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s good!

As for the foundation-building monk, he was not surprised.

Sang Jiugong said back then that the purple monkey flower needs special care during its cultivation. The monk on the island should be a disciple of the Tusang Sect sent by him.

With a slight smile, Luo Chen stopped hiding his aura and went straight to Purple Spirit Island.

…

The simple cave that Luo Chen once opened has now been carefully decorated.

Among them, the moonlight grass that calms the mind and the light spirit flower that calms the spirit and absorbs the energy are planted in the corners of the cave.

Such an arrangement shows that the monks who live here intend to stay there for a long time.

Luo Chen looked at the honest middle-aged man in front of him who looked older than him, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Jinghe, you have worked hard these years."

Sang Jinghe stood opposite him respectfully, his face full of flattery. He never expected that Senior Qingyangzi would arrive in advance before the purple monkey flower matured.

He also highly appreciated his work.

"It's not hard, this is what I should do. Third Grandpa specifically told me before his death that he must take good care of the purple monkey flowers here. I don't dare to neglect it for a day."

Luo Chen smiled, with a hint of regret in his smile.

Sang Jiugong passed away.

Ten years after he left the Ten Thousand Immortals Society, he died at the end of his life.

For the Golden elixir monk, it is a good ending.

It's just a pity that I couldn't see him one last time before he passed away.

I still remember the last time we met, on Tucson Island, which was full of spiritual mulberry trees. The other party warmly welcomed him and let him go with us to enjoy the scenery of Tucson Island.

This was also the time when Sang Jinghe was specially introduced to the junior he knew by Sang Jiugong.

He is not a direct bloodline of Sang Jiugong, and the relationship between the two parties is relatively weak.

But it is true that he is the only relative Sang Jiugong has besides his disciples.

Not only are they slightly related by blood, but they also inherited Sang Jiugong's spiritual planting technique.

It can be considered that there are successors.

The other party arranged for him to live here, far away from Tucson Gate, and he must have lived here for almost thirty years!

For other monks, it is considered a distribution.

But in Luo Chen's view, it was Sang Jiugong's love and care for his descendants before he passed away.

Not only can they stay away from the disputes in the world of immortality, but they can also win favor with Luo Chen by cultivating purple monkey flowers.

The old friend has passed away, and Luo Chen is not stingy in taking care of his descendants.

After all, this was one of the agreements they made back then.

Therefore, after a few simple words of consolation, Luo Chen went straight to the point.

"I will take away all the purple monkey flowers on Ziling Island now!"

"Ah!" Sang Jinghe was stunned, "But those poisonous flowers are not yet mature! Although I used the ripening spiritual liquid given by my third grandfather, it will take at least ten years to complete."

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows. Is it ten years faster than the original estimate of fifty years?

He did not go into the details of the changes and continued: "After transplanting the spiritual medicine here, I will not return to the Wanxian Association, but plan to go somewhere else. Are you willing to leave with me?"

Sang Jinghe was stunned again.

The Tusang Sect is still with the Wanxian Association.

According to the third grandfather's last words, as long as he completes this task, he can go back and inherit the position of the head of the Sang Tu Sect.

Now, Master Qingyangzi actually wants to take him with him?

For a moment, he hesitated.

Luo Chen did not urge him, but left the cave and came to the cenote where the purple monkey flower was cultivated.

Huh...

A breeze blew, and an octagonal pavilion slowly appeared, floating above the cenote.