Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 587 Qingyang Heyuan, facing Mo Luo

 Not far from Mojia Fishing Ground, there is a small town.

The city wall is not high, but at this moment, the magic circle is fully opened, and groups of Qi-refining and foundation-building monks are walking on the city wall, holding swords and guns in great order.

The leader is a haggard old man.

He stood quietly on the top of the city, with a look of worry on his face, and sometimes fear in his eyes.

 There was a monk behind him who stepped forward cautiously.

 “Old patriarch, are we really not going to help?”

Without turning his head, the old patriarch of the Mo family shouted in a low voice: "Help? How can I help? I can't intervene in a battle at that level."

The clansman said worriedly: "But the Wu family and my Mo family are close relatives for three generations. San Shuluohai killed three Jindan monks of the Wu family and is an out-and-out mortal enemy. Now he has fled to my Mo family's fishing ground. , if we sit back and do nothing..."

 “How?”

 The sound of discussions behind him could be heard all the time.

 In a fishing ground with chaotic spiritual energy and rough waves.

 “What’s more…”

"This San Shura Hai is really powerful. Even six Jindan monks couldn't defeat him together. Instead, he killed them one by one."

“How could it be that there were six of them? The Lord of the Hundred Oriental Mountains at the eighth level of the Golden Core also took action. Could it be that you didn’t see it?”

 At this moment, she was in front of the crowd, silent.

The old patriarch of the Mo family snorted coldly, "Third brother, I know you married a daughter of the Wu family, but you have to know that the Mo family and the Wu family are just smokers and have not been reduced to vassals."

 In their knowledge, there may be another war about to begin.

 “The most important thing is, does he dare to come back?”

Behind him, there were discussions among the Jindan monks from other forces on Lengguang Island.

“After all, I am only an early-stage Jindan monk. Even if I join that kind of battle, it won’t be of much help.”

At this moment, the old patriarch’s words, under the bombardment of spiritual consciousness, were like a bell, making him alert.

The Wu family can withstand the death of three Jindan monks, but the Mo family, which has only one Jindan monk, cannot bear any loss.

The old patriarch of the Mo family looked solemn and looked in another direction.

Luo Yuqing's expression was calm, but there was a strange color in his eyes, and he silently recited the name "Qingyang Demon Lord" from time to time.

“It is said that Wu Qi mistook He Yuan for the Demon Lord Qingyang at that time.”

"What is the origin of this Luo Hai? He used the fourth level of the Golden Core to fight against five of the same level, even two great monks. He himself also enslaved two monsters with unlimited potential at first sight. This is also true among us Golden Core monks. He is considered the most powerful person."

 In terms of the family's future, the so-called three generations of smokers have no meaning!

On the top of a low hill, there are several immortal cultivators standing indistinctly.

But at the moment, everyone’s attention is focused on the two people not far away.

"Who is the Qingyang Demon Lord? I only know that in the early years, there were some low-level disciples of the Yuanmo Sect who liked to refine a kind of Qingyang Demonic Fire from living creatures. Could it be that this person is also a member of the Yuanmo Sect?"

Unconsciously, he had been influenced by his wife to think that the Mo family was a vassal of the Wu family.

It is none other than Luo Yuqing, the leader of the Hanli Sect!

And this time, is He Yuan, who was born in the Yuan Demon Sect, superior in skill, or is Demon Lord Qingyang who is poised to win a big victory?

Everyone is looking forward to it!

 …

"Hehe, that is to say, the two victims are now facing each other head-on. No wonder Master He Yuan ordered that no one can have Luo Hai's ideas, leaving us full of calculations and helpless."

“You have to understand that in this battle, there is no difference between me and me.”

 I don’t know what she was thinking.

　　What you say is reasonable and well-founded.

 As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man broke into a cold sweat.

"I don't know. I only know that Wu Qi from Wushen Island was secretly looking for Demon Lord Qingyang. He even made a big fuss about it and made He Yuan, the true successor of Yuan Mo Sect, angry at the dock."

"What's more, even those strong men who are beyond my reach can only watch on the sidelines and dare not take action. Where will it be my turn?"

 …

"Yes, I originally thought that the mountain master would take action and catch him, but I didn't expect that he was blown away without any resistance. Looking at it like that, I am afraid that he is hundreds of miles away, and it is difficult to rush back. It takes some effort.”

"On the contrary, if I unfortunately fall into it, then the Mo family will be completely without Jindan monks and reduced to a foundation-building family. By then, even if the Wu family does not hold them accountable, the Mo family will fall into the abyss."

Hearing the unfinished meaning of the old patriarch's last sentence, Mo Laosan, who had already woken up, asked, "Are there any questions?"

 Under his gaze, the middle-aged man couldn't help but become speechless.

 Let the third child of the Mo family, the most promising foundation-building cultivator to be promoted to the Golden Core Stage, gradually become brighter.

 A lone boat floats peacefully on the sea, unmoved at all.

 He is the first one, his sleeves and skirt are fluttering, he is elegant and elegant.

“Didn’t you hear that Master He Yuan called him Demon Lord Qingyang?”

The old patriarch of the Mo family suddenly turned around and stared at the middle-aged man.

Luo Chen struggled to stand in the sky, his consciousness sweeping in all directions, and his expression couldn't help but change.

Noticing the change in his demeanor, He Yuan on the lone boat chuckled, "I'm not lying to you! In your current state, if these people swarm you, what are your chances of winning?"

Luo Chen took a deep breath and focused all his attention on He Yuan.

“So, I should really thank you.”

"There's no need to thank you. After all, you are a member of my Mara-style lineage."

Luo Chen frowned, "I'm not!"

"You can be!" He Yuan put away his smile and said seriously: "You have the Blood Nightmare Order, and everyone will recognize you as the leader of the Blood Nightmare flow."

Seeing Luo Chen's silence, He Yuan patiently explained: "You have offended too many people in this battle. The Qian family, Wu family, Lianfeng Hao, Bai Zuoshan, these forces will never let you go. You have so many thoughts. The fisherman's monk is watching with eager eyes. If you don't submit to me, do you really think you can leave easily? "

Luo Chen seemed to be moving, his face was hesitant.

After a while, he asked: "You...blood nightmare flow master, what do you like about me? My alchemy skills?"

He Yuan, who came to represent the Blood Nightmare Demon, showed his smile again.

"Alchemy is one of them. In other words, if you only have alchemy, you can only be regarded as a talent, and it is dispensable. After all, with my Yuanmo Sect background, even if I only have a little bit of it, but I want to cultivate It’s not that difficult to create an excellent alchemist.”

 “What really made me determined was your performance in this battle!”

“The spells are exquisite, the physical skills are unparalleled, and the illusion skills are hard to guard against. There are no shortcomings in the spirit, energy, and spirit. Even when I, the Yuan Mo Sect, are still here and there are many talented people, you can still occupy a place.”

　　"At present, I, Mo Luo Liu, want to reappear the glory of the Demon Sect, but there are too many missing in all aspects. If you join, you may be a banner for me, Mo Luo Liu, among the Jindan monks."

 “Qingyang, I really think highly of you!”

Facing these words, Luo Chen fell into silence again.

 In other places, many Jindan monks who heard this conversation in person could not help but hold their breath.

Thinking about it carefully, Luo Chen's performance in the battle before was really awe-inspiring.

 Even said that it is not just the spells, physical skills, and illusions that He Yuan mentioned.

This person is in the formation, the slave, and even his natal magic weapon is quite good.

By the way, there is also the alchemy that He Yuan mentioned!

No one expected that Demon Lord Qingyang was actually an incredible master of alchemy, making both the Blood Nightmare Demon and Luodu favor him.

In this way, we can probably understand why Wu Qi worked so hard to find out the whereabouts of this person.

Everyone knows that Wu Qi has been trapped in the sixth level of the Golden Core for many years, trying to advance to the later stage of the Golden Core but failed.

If you get the help of elixirs, it may be possible overnight.

 He Yuan gave Luo Chen enough time to think.

 He also naturally noticed that Luo Chen was trying his best to recover his mana, and the opponent's momentum had a short recovery.

However, he didn't care about all this.

 He is confident and has everything under control.

After a long while, he asked: "How are you thinking about it?"

“I can promise that once you join, I can quell the pursuit of those small forces for you.”

“Not only that, I can also allow you to practice on a separate third-level island, and give you countless subordinates, ten furnace cauldrons, and a small half-moluo-ryu force for you to control!”

 Luo Chen raised his eyes, "What's the price?"

"Fight all over the world for me and make me famous as a demon!" He Yuan replied without hesitation.

Luo Chen's mouth twitched, "Don't you think that letting an alchemist go to the battlefield is overkill and underutilized?"

He Yuan laughed and said, "In the current situation, alchemy is no better than Xiaodao'er. Only by fighting can we have a foothold. What's more... what you just did was that the alchemist went to the battlefield?"

 Luo Chen was speechless.

Seeing that he was silent again, He Yuan became impatient.

 “Qingyang, my patience is limited!”

Luo Chen took a deep breath again and raised up the remaining mana in his body.

   “One last question for you.”      “You say.”

"Are these conditions what you mean, or what Master Xue Mao means?"

He Yuan replied without thinking: "Of course it's me... No, it's what the Blood Nightmare Flow Master meant... No, it's what I meant... What's wrong..."

 A strange scene suddenly occurred.

Through this conversation, Luo Chen finally figured out the weirdness he felt after meeting He Yuan.

 This person is a contradiction!

 There are contradictions in everything you say, do, and think.

 It gives people the feeling that one person speaks twice.

At first glance, those words are very consistent with He Yuan’s identity as the leader of the Blood Nightmare stream.

 The conditions that can be given seem to be spoken by the Blood Nightmare Demon himself.

How can an idle Jindan monk dare to boast that half of the Demon Luo Liu is driven by Luo Chen?

especially!

 In the previous intense battle, Luo Chen had already shown sufficient strength.

Not to mention that He Yuan is now at the fourth level of the Golden Core. Even a great monk in the late Golden Core stage has to be careful when facing Luo Chen. How can he be so careless and arrogant?

 There is only one answer.

 This is a congratulation for Yuan, not that other congratulation for Yuan!

“That’s all, let’s wait until you think about it. I won’t accompany you anymore!”

Luo Chen said something, turned around and left.

On the sea, a lone boat was swaying, and He Yuan, who was still in a state of confusion before, turned gloomy.

 “Want to leave?”

Just when he was about to take action, Luo Chen, who had left before, suddenly turned around, his eyes showing a strange light.

He Yuan showed his white teeth and said, "Is it that illusion again? This trick is useful to Master Bai Zuoshan, but not to me."

However, before that strange light bloomed, there was another invisible wave that came first from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The sea breeze blew and his robes rustled. Standing on the boat, He Yuan dismissed it, but the next moment he felt like he was being hit hard.

 A sharp feeling broke through the defense of his soul and went straight into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​​​consciousness, which was like a **** ocean, suddenly set off a stormy wave.

 A hazy figure sitting in a sea of ​​blood slowly raised his head.

 At the same moment.

 He Yuan's eyes met Luo Chen's without any hindrance.

 The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, bloom again!

In just a split second, the hazy shadow was shaken, and a rich black light burst out from his soul body, pushing out crazily.

　　It unexpectedly infected most of the **** ocean.

 “Old man, get out of here!!”

 At this moment, He Yuanzhi's sea was half bright red and half dark, and they were on equal terms!

 “Damn it!”

 A roaring sound exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

 The next moment, a blood shadow condensed out of the sea of ​​blood.

As he stepped forward step by step, the sea of ​​​​blood pushed forward crazily, suppressing the black light that was so powerful before, layer by layer.

When the black shadow saw this scene, he knew that he had missed the last chance to fight.

 He looked at the blood shadow with hatred.

"Old man, you have violated the teachings of your ancestors and committed treason and immorality. When our ancestor comes back, you will be thrown into eternal purgatory, and you will never be reincarnated!"

"He Yuan, don't have any illusions. The ancestor who transformed into gods will never come back!"

 Xueying shouted low and raised his hands.

Huge waves crashed down from the sky.

 Finally, the endless sea of ​​blood once again shrouded the black shadow.

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood is calm and the sea of ​​consciousness is unified.

 The endless blood light turned into a blood robe and draped over Xue Ying's body, making his body more solid.

 He glanced at this sea of ​​consciousness, and his mind returned to the outside world.

 When "He Yuan" opened his eyes again, there was no trace of Luo Chen on the Mo family fishing ground.

He murmured in a low voice: "No wonder this boy made me feel so conflicted at the auction before. I thought he was infected with demon energy and had a half-demon body. Now it seems that he clearly has a Nascent Soul cultivator hidden in him. Nascent Soul.”

“With one careless move, my clone almost suffered a big loss.”

“Yes, this is the only way to explain why my blood nightmare order is blocked from perception. Only the Nascent Soul Master at the same level as me can have such means.”

At this moment, a strong wind swept across the sea and arrived without stopping.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, he shouted loudly: "Where is Luo Hai?"

Before the roar stopped, the man's expression changed, and he subconsciously turned to He Yuan.

He Yuan looked at this person, frowned at first, and then smiled.

　　“It’s not a wasted trip!”

"Master of the Baizooshan Mountain, right? From now on, you will submit to the lineage of the Bloody Nightmare, the demon!"

 Hundred Mountain Master's expression changed, and he subconsciously stepped back.

“We, Bai Zuoshan, have always adhered to the neutral attitude of Lengguang Island and will never interfere in the struggle between good and evil.”

He Yuan smiled slightly and extended his hand towards the other party.

 “It’s different!”

"From now on, both Feileng City and Lengguang Island belong to me, Moluo Liu. It won't be a surprise if I build a mountain a hundred times!"

 A shocking **** hand stretched out from He Yuan's body.

It is huge and smelly.

 Hundred Mountain Master spread out the small mountain in his hand, and the majestic giant mountain spread out again.

But as the **** hand grasped it, the huge mountain disintegrated inch by inch. The owner of Baizooshan wanted to use his methods again, but a cold voice came into his ears, making him stop all resistance.

 “Do you want to die?”

 In his sight, there were numerous figures, and He Yuan's face was his own at one moment, and then changed to that of the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo.

 In a daze, He Yuan had arrived beside the master of Baizuo Mountain.

With his hands behind his back, He Yuan glanced at him and threw back the hill he had captured.

　　　The Master of the Hundred Oriental Mountains swallowed his saliva and bent down in fear.

 “Liang Baizao, see Liuzhu!”

He Yuan nodded slightly and looked far north.

“I’ll give you a mission. The Qingyang Demon Lord is seriously injured and has lost all his magic power. He is no longer able to fight. Go and help me capture him!”

Liang Baizao opened his mouth, wondering: "Am I the only one? That person has extraordinary means and many cards. I'm afraid..."

"It doesn't matter, you are just worried about the illusion. Once I cast the spell for you, it will have no effect on you."

As he spoke, He Yuan grabbed it with one hand.

 Suddenly there was a shrill howl coming from the sea below.

 A shadow was captured from between heaven and earth.

Liang Baizao was stunned for a moment, and with just one glance, he noticed the origin of the phantom.

It was he, the golden elixir monk who made hundreds of mountains, who was good at wielding a giant hammer. He had died in the war before.

He Yuan held the soul, made seals with both hands, and finally slapped Liang Baizao with a sudden palm.

 “Go!”

“With this surrogate soul, I can guarantee you to withstand three illusion attacks from Qingyang Demon Lord. Three chances are enough for you to take it down. Oh, I can also accept the corpse.”

Liang Baizao took a deep breath and felt the discomfort in his body gradually disappear, but there was a touch of fear in his heart.

Isn’t this Blood Nightmare Demon Luo an elder from the Blood Sea lineage of Yuan Mo Sect?

How come you are still proficient in soul refining techniques?

After Liang Baizao took the order and left, He Yuan looked at the direction in which Luo Chen escaped and snorted coldly.

 “You have to pay a price for letting me suffer this humiliation!”

 (End of this chapter)