Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points

"Good thing?"

Listening to the words of the young lady next to her, Jiang Xiaoyue.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel black.

What does it mean that it is a good thing for the Luo family to have two monks in the Zang Refining Realm?

"Oh, don't talk about this, let's go quickly"

Seeing Uncle Jiang beside him, he was a little confused.

So, Jiang Xiaoyue quickly walked forward while speaking perfunctorily.

"Miss, what do you mean by the good thing you just said?"

Jiang Yan followed silently with an expressionless face and asked aloud.

"Oh, I just said it casually"

Hearing this, the look of confusion on Jiang Yan's face couldn't help but become a little brighter: "Just say it casually???"

Jiang Yan and Jiang Xiaoyue stayed in Qingshi Town for about three days.

The two of them left this bluestone town.

Heading towards Luoshan Mansion and Shangheng County where the Jiang family is located.

During these three days, everything else was fine.

What made Jiang Yan feel a little uncomfortable.

Luo Yao, who looked carefree and didn't look like a good guy, stayed by his lady's side almost all the time.

This made Jiang Yan feel very uncomfortable.

But I don’t know what to do.

If it had been before, he might have done something to Luo Yao.

But since then he discovered the true strength of the Qingshi Zhenluo family.

After discovering the bluestone Zhenluo family, it seemed that it was not as simple as I imagined.

He gave up those thoughts in his mind.

In addition to staring at Luo Yao all the time.

Don't let Luo Yao lead his own young lady astray.

Others can only be left to their own devices.

Qingshi Town, outer city.

Luo Changfeng, the ancestor of the Luo family.

At this time, he was standing silently on a city wall with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the two figures gradually receding in front of him.

He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Early stage of Zang refining?"

"Jiang family?"

As Luo Changfeng murmured in a low voice, some information about the Jiang family emerged in his mind.

Luoshan Mansion, Shangheng County.

The Jiang family, one of the five major families.

However, what is somewhat dramatic is that in recent decades, the strength of the Jiang family seems to be declining rapidly.

After the death of the ancestor of the Jiang family who had the late stage of Zang refining.

The strength of the Jiang family and the position of the Jiang family in Shangheng County are getting worse day by day.

Until now, the Jiang family seems to have gradually become a big fat sheep in the eyes of the other four major families in Shangheng County.

The other four major forces may kill the Jiang family at any time.

"But what will happen to the Jiang family, and how does it relate to my Luo family?"

Luo Changfeng shook his head calmly.

After that, he silently climbed down the city wall.

He planned to walk in the direction of the Luo family's land.

But before he could take a few steps, he saw about dozens of people in uniform uniforms, each carrying a long sword behind them.

A team of practitioners with calm expressions and sharp looks in their eyes.

"Old man, remember to be more careful in the future."

"Stop hitting people."

Looking at these people in front of him, Luo Changfeng was immersed in thoughts.

A young monk seemed not to notice Luo Changfeng's presence.

By accident, I bumped into him.

"Want me to be more careful?"

Luo Changfeng couldn't help but frown slightly as he listened to the words of the person in front of him.

Just now, he had stopped in place, motionless.

So, who is the careless person?

At the scene, Luo Changfeng and the person in front of him looked at each other.

The atmosphere gradually became a little tense for a while.

And just when it seemed like a conflict was about to break out between the two.

Among the dozens of monks carrying long swords behind them, there was a monk who looked a bit average, but exuded the aura of the middle stage of Zang Refining.

At this time, I couldn't help but stand up silently.

He lowered his head slightly to Luo Changfeng in front of him, and said with a slightly apologetic expression: "Senior, I'm really sorry. This matter is our fault."

After saying that, the middle-aged man said sternly to the young monk next to him: "Apologise."

"But, senior brother"

The young monk seemed a little dissatisfied, and he seemed to want to continue to say something.

It's a pity that the middle-aged monk's cold gaze made him speechless.

"I said, apologize"

The middle-aged monk spoke out again.

"Yes, sorry"

The young monk was forced to lower his always proud head.

When Luo Changfeng saw this, he looked at the young monk in front of him.

He looked in front of him again and saw the rather average-looking middle-aged monk who was in the middle stage of Zang Refining.

After a moment of silence, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

As Luo Changfeng gradually went away.

Completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

The young monk who was forced to bow his head couldn't hold it back anymore and asked the senior brother who was leading the team beside him: "Brother, why did you have to ask me to apologize just now?"

"That's just an old man half buried in the soil."

"As practitioners, why should we apologize to such people?"

When the average-looking middle-aged monk heard this, he silently looked at the direction Luo Changfeng was leaving, and couldn't help but whisper: "The old man with half of his body buried in the soil?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

Then, he whispered: "That old man is not an ordinary old man!"

"In his body, I can vaguely feel the ultimate terror."

"It was as if with just a wave of his hand, my life would be in great danger."

"So, it's better not to provoke existences like this, or not to provoke them."

"Besides, you have to figure out why we came to Qingshi Town this time."

"Those demon monks are our first target, as for the others"

"It's better not to take the initiative to provoke them."

The average-looking middle-aged monk explained in a low voice to the junior brothers and sisters beside him.

Obviously, this average-looking monk.

To be able to survive in this cold and cruel world of practice to this day.

In addition to his own cultivation, he can still make ends meet.

Another very important point is that he knows how to bow his head and how to avoid risks.

After encountering the group of monks carrying long swords.

Luo Changfeng did not return to the Luo family immediately.

Instead, he silently followed that group of people.

He felt that there was something wrong with those people.

He wanted to see what that group of people was going to do.

But, this keeps happening.

Luo Changfeng then came to the outer city of Qingshi Town, the temple where the monks and Buddhist believers were.

At this time, many developments have taken place.

The outer city of Qingshi Town, the outermost area.

It has completely become an activity area for monks and Buddhist believers.

The number of temples has also increased from the previous one.

Today there are dozens or even hundreds of them.

"The speed of development of these demon monks is really terrifying."

Looking at the countless Buddhist believers in front of me.

Looking at the temples standing in the outer city of Qingshi Town.

Looking at the monks in gray and white clothes.

After the mediocre-looking monk of the Zangzang Realm took a deep breath, he said to the junior brothers and sisters behind him with a somewhat serious expression: "Let's do it, remember to deal with it cleanly, don't let anyone go."

As soon as these words came out, the young monks behind the middle-aged monk.

At the first moment, they all pulled out the long swords carried on their backs.

After brewing some sword intention and sword power in my heart.

The young monks rushed forward with swords in hand.

The battle between the two parties can almost be said to be one-sided.

The monks holding long swords were frantically killing the monks in gray or white clothes.

The monks in gray clothes refine the skin, and the monks in white clothes refine the bones.

Nowadays, there are middle-aged monks in the Zang Refining Realm sitting in the rear.

Naturally, these demon monks can't make any splash.

"Um?"

“Something doesn’t seem right”

Just when the middle-aged monk was about to close his eyes, take a short rest, and at the same time cultivate the sword power in his heart.

In front of him, a man in yellow clothes and a yellow hat suddenly appeared.

In his hand, the monk was holding a string of yellow Buddhist beads.

After seeing the appearance of this monk, the face of the middle-aged monk carrying a long sword suddenly turned ugly.

The monk in gray is refining the skin.

The monk in white is refining bones.

The monk in yellow is refining the internal organs.

According to common sense, a small town like this is not that big.

It's already pretty good if there are more than ten or twenty white-robed monks.

However, something unexpected happened to the middle-aged monk at this moment.

"Amitabha, good, good, good"

The kind-faced monk in yellow couldn't help but clasp his hands when he saw the many killings in front of him, and a lot of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Is it just the early stage of Zang refining?"

The middle-aged monk looked at the yellow-robed monk in front of him, and he couldn't help but silently take down the purple-colored long sword on his back.

Then, he rushed directly towards the yellow-robed monk in front of him.

The main reason why demon monks are called demon monks is because they feed on faith and have faith as their foundation.

As long as the power of faith is enough, they can quickly improve their cultivation.

As for what will happen to those so-called believers.

They won't care at all, and won't pay much attention at all.

And the monk in yellow clothes in front of him.

Obviously, he was the one who gathered the power of faith in the entire Qingshi Town to create a brand new Demonic Monk in the early stage of Zang Refining.

"Suffer death!"

The middle-aged monk held a long sword, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

A terrifying and extremely astonishing sword power erupted from all over his body.

He rushed directly towards the yellow-robed monk in front of him.

"Donor, do you want to increase the number of killings like this?"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

“Donor, don’t be stubborn anymore.”

The monk in yellow clasped his hands together and kept murmuring in a low voice.

He seemed to completely ignore the attack of the middle-aged monk in front of him.

"You don't care about my attack at all?"

"Is he too careless?"

"Or, what trump card does he have?"

The middle-aged monk looked at the scene in front of him, and a look of solemnity flashed through his eyes.

However, this round cannot be stopped.

The long sword in his hand was already wrapped in a powerful force of energy and blood.

He slashed hard at the yellow-robed monk in front of him.

No matter what, no matter what kind of cards or confidence the monk in front of him had, he dared not to defend himself in front of him.

But at least, he has to attack first to give it a try.

Soon, the middle-aged monk and the monk in yellow were less than one meter away.

The middle-aged monk holding a long sword shouted loudly at this time.

He quickly circulated the power of qi and blood in his body, wrapping more of the power of qi and blood on the purple sword in his hand.

Then, he slashed towards the monk below.

If nothing else happens

Under the power of this sword.

The monk in yellow will definitely die.

However, what happened next was somewhat similar to what the middle-aged monk had in mind.

Under the blow of his sword.

The body of the monk in yellow clothes was suddenly filled with bursts of Buddha's light.

There was a circular energy shield on his body with a radius of about one and a half meters, and he suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged monk.

No matter how hard the middle-aged monk holding the purple sword used his strength.

The purple sword in his hand was covered with the power of Qi and blood in the middle stage of Zang Refining.

They were still unable to break through the light yellow energy shield.

"Donor, I gave you a chance."

"I said, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

"But it seems that you have stepped into the evil path that everyone hates, and you can never look back."

The monk in yellow clothes was still clasping his hands and looking at the middle-aged monk in front of him calmly.

And as the monk in yellow opened his hands, he was holding a string of Buddhist beads tightly in his hands.

At this time, it slowly floated into the void.

The light yellow energy shield should have a radius of only one meter and a half.

At this time, it directly expanded to a radius of about fifty meters, directly covering the middle-aged monk in front of him and many young monks nearby.

"Although Buddha is kind, he is also angry."

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Today, the poor monk will kill you and other demons."

After the monk in yellow said these words, there was an extremely terrifying pressure on the middle-aged monk and the young monks.

The pressure is as big as a hill.

Forcibly moved onto the backs of those people.

Not to mention those young monks holding long swords.

At this time, even the middle-aged monk.

His face also became a little ugly.

The current situation seems to be gradually getting a little wrong.

Although, he didn't want to admit it.

But he seemed to have really capsized in the gutter.

"no solution anymore"

"We have to work hard"

The middle-aged monk looked at the yellow Buddhist bead suspended above his head, which seemed to be a low-grade yellow-level spiritual weapon.

He tightened the sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

After that, he started to behave in an extremely strange pattern.

Continuously speed up the blood flow in the body.

"ah!!!"

As the middle-aged monk holding the sword shouted loudly, his cultivation level was suddenly forcibly raised to the late stage of Zang Refining.

The overall strength has ushered in a big improvement.

However, the middle-aged monk holding the purple sword did not have any relaxed expression on his face.

Instead, it gradually became more solemn.

Because he knows it very well.

After using the yellow-level low-grade secret book and the blood-burning technique.

Although one's own cultivation can be greatly improved, if the enemy cannot be eliminated in a short period of time.

Then, wait until the effect of burning blood wears off.

Your body will usher in a period of weakness.

It is not impossible for one's cultivation to temporarily drop by one or two small realms.

"A low-grade yellow-grade Buddhist bead?"

"And, a special type of skill that can improve your cultivation?"

"Things seem to be getting more and more interesting"

Just as the battle between the middle-aged monk and the monk in yellow became more intense.

Luo Changfengfa was located in a corner.

At this time, he was standing silently.

He looked a little excited.

However, as time goes by.

Following the middle-aged monk holding a purple sword, the effect of the blood-burning technique gradually weakened.

That was just a monk in yellow who was only at the early stage of Zang refining.

After all, they still had the advantage in this war.

"This donor, you are already deeply possessed by the devil."

The monk in yellow waved his hand and recalled the yellow beads suspended in the void.

After that, he clasped his hands together again.

He walked towards the middle-aged man in front of him step by step with an extremely calm expression.

"Today, I will do everything for my Buddha, except you, the devil."

Following the monk in yellow, he gradually walked to the middle-aged monk.

And, after slowly raising the white right hand with a string of yellow beads hanging on it.

The middle-aged monk closed his eyes in despair.

The aura permeating the body also gradually fell from the late stage of Zang refining to the early stage of Zang refining at this moment.

At this time, the effect of the blood-burning technique has completely expired.

His cultivation temporarily dropped to the state of the early stages of Zang refining.

Previously, he was in the late stage of Zang Refining.

It was difficult for them to deal with the demon monk in front of them.

Now, at the early stage of Zang refining and still extremely weak, how could he compete with the demon monk in front of him?

I recall that he has joined the Divine Sword Sect since he was a child, and to this day, he has experienced countless wanderings between life and death.

He originally thought that this time he would fight with the demon monk.

The one who wins in the end will still be him.

Just, I didn't expect

He actually became the loser.

In the end, he was defeated by the demon monk in front of him.

"it's over"

The middle-aged man had a slightly bitter look on his face, just when he was planning to wait silently for death to come.

Suddenly, a bolt from the blue.

A thunder pillar with a radius of about ten meters and a rather deep color gradually formed in the void.

The monk in yellow raised his head silently and glanced at the thunder pillar above his head, which was formed by the terrifying power of thunder.

His always calm expression gradually began to change for the first time.

"Sword Sword Sect, is this your trump card?"

While the monk in yellow retreated frantically, he waved his hand again and activated the string of yellow beads in his hand.