Journey To Longevity

"This person's name is Chu Yu, and his age is about the same as yours. I wonder if Shi Heng knows him?" Tianfeng asked.

"Chu Yu? The name of this fellow daoist sounds unfamiliar. Among the many fellow daoists in Nanzhou, there are only a few who have the surname Chu. They are about the same age as me, but have the strength to kill monsters in the Nascent Soul Stage." Thinking about it, it should be the Chu family of Xifeng Pavilion who have been closed for hundreds of years, and they are the only ones with such background." Zhang Shiping thought for a while.

It is difficult to tell the winner in the battle between monks of the same level of Nascent Soul, and even if the monks of the middle stage of Nascent Soul are not fully prepared, it is not easy to hunt and kill a lion monster of the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Usually hunting a Nascent Soul monster requires the cooperation of several monks of the same level, and it is only possible after the arrangement is complete.

Therefore, the corpses of Nascent Soul monsters in Xiaohuanjie are extremely rare.

"It's the Chu family." Tianfeng nodded.

"So it seems that Xifeng Pavilion will leave Nanzhou again." Zhang Shiping asked.

At that time, Xifeng and Xuanshan left without saying goodbye, smuggled through the Niling Passage and left Nanzhou, and directly caught Venerable Hongyue by surprise. Xiao Chengwu who was far away in northern Xinjiang.

Fearing that Venerable Red Moon would anger Xifeng Pavilion, or end up like a monk in Misty Valley, Xifeng Pavilion was sent to do some dangerous things, so they directly announced the closure of the mountain.

"Yes and no, this Chu Yu is a newly promoted Yuanying monk of the Chu family, and now he has returned to Bixiao Palace alone, as the guest Qing Zhenjun." Tianfeng said.

Venerable Xifeng was originally from Bixiao Palace, and the reason why she left was also because of the "Enlightenment of Void Transformation of Gods", and there was nothing too unpleasant between the two parties.

On the contrary, after Xifeng became Huashen and founded Xifeng Pavilion, the relationship with Bixiao Palace has always been good.

After finishing speaking, Tianfeng turned his hands and took out a gray cloth storage bag, and handed it to Zhang Shiping.

After Zhang Shiping took the storage bag, his consciousness swept away, and his expression was a little surprised. The storage bag contained the corpse of a lion demon impressively.

"This is the old demon Lord Qingling of the Western Desert, who was besieged and killed by fellow Taoists of the Chu family," Tianfeng said.

"What price did the Zongmen pay to get this monster from the Chu family?" Zhang Shiping asked after giving the storage bag.

"It's just a barter. Du Yu exchanged a red scorpion that his master left him. He wanted to personally deliver this old lion demon to you, but it just so happens that the Sea Clan has A little restless. Right now he and Qing Yuqiu are sitting on Nanming Island, just in case." Tianfeng said slowly.

"If there is anything, I will send it over immediately." Zhang Shiping put the storage bag into the jade belt.

"It's okay, even if the great cultivator from the Xuangui clan came, they wouldn't be able to make any waves." Tianfeng's tone was extremely convincing.

When Zhang Shiping heard this, he just nodded slightly.

Anyway, there is also a teleportation circle in the city, through which he can teleport to Nanming Island in an instant.

If there is something urgent, he will rush to support him as soon as he receives the news.

After the two talked for a few more words, Tianfeng got up and resigned.

But Zhang Shiping turned around and returned to the cave. He came to a relatively spacious stone room and took out the corpse of the old lion demon from the storage bag.

The body was incomplete, with more than a dozen wounds, large and small, but the bluish-gray curly hair still shone brightly, obviously he had just died not long ago. Of course, the lion demon Yuanying was not in the body, it is not known whether it escaped or was in the hands of the Chu family.

Zhang Shiping took a few glances and nodded in satisfaction. He had already planned to refine five more to match it, reaching a number of nine, so that he could also use the several sword formations recorded in Wan Jiansheng.

The refining method of Xuanji Doukui Sword does not necessarily use the spiritual bone of the Nascent Soul and Demon Cultivator. It's just that his previous Qingshuang sword was forged with the front claws of the green spirit lion. If the subsequent flying swords use the same refining materials, their spirituality will be more compatible with each other.

Otherwise, these four Qingshuang swords that have been sacrificed for more than two hundred years will be useless.

This is also the reason why Zhang Shiping has been asking where there is a lion demon haunting, or which fellow Taoist has the corpse of a lion demon in his hands.

Now that the main material for refining the flying sword is already available, he does not intend to procrastinate any longer. Immediately, in a relatively open place in the stone room of the cave mansion, follow the refining method recorded in "Wan Jiansheng" first. A magic circle covering an area of ​​tens of feet was arranged around the lion monster.

Then he stretched out his hand and lifted it, and the lion demon floated into the air and fell into the magic circle.

A hazy aura suddenly rose from the magic circle, which immediately submerged the corpse of the lion demon.

Immediately, with a thought in his mind, he activated the power of Liang Gufeng's spiritual veins, and saw the hair-like rays of light condensed by thousands of spiritual energy, manifesting from everywhere in the cave, and submerged in the magic circle.

Shining light flowed all over the lion demon's body, and a layer of blue light gradually emerged. The blue-gray mane moves automatically without wind, as if it is about to come alive.

As the blue light became stronger and stronger, Zhang Shiping sat down cross-legged, and a little man flew out of his heavenly cap with a small red pagoda in his arms.

Yuanying sent the Yanyun Wanling Pagoda forward, and sat cross-legged in the air like a flesh body, pinching more than ten formulas with his small hands, and then blurted out a slender crimson baby fire that was as thin as silk, and sprayed it on the body of the lion demon superior.

With a sound of "woohoo", wisps of smoke-like gray gas floated from the corpse, condensing into the shape of a lion in mid-air.

This is the result of the residual energy contained in the body of this green spirit and old lion.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Shiping's Nascent Soul's eyes flashed brightly, and he stretched his finger towards the small pagoda. In an instant, the thin chains on the pagoda rattled, and one end of the chain flew out suddenly, dispelling the energy of this small tower. God rolls back and hooks back.

As the smoke melted into the small tower, a roaring male lion emerged from the tower.

At this point, Zhang Shiping took back the Nascent Soul, he got up and walked out of the stone room, with a light wave of his sleeves, the side of the stone door came crashing down, closed it, and continued to cleanse and nourish the corpse with spiritual energy.

Dealing with the Nascent Soul Corpse is not that simple. The mana of the Qingling demon lion was not enough, presumably the monks of the Chu family went through a hard fight, and finally exhausted the other party to death.

Zhang Shiping naturally needs to deal with it properly in order to obtain the spirit-rich demon bone.

A few days passed in a flash, until the fifth day of the lunar new year.

After Zhang Shiping received Bai Shiyu's sound transmission jade slip, he went to the stone room to see how far the lion demon's cultivation was.

Now there is no trace of the lion demon in the formation, only a sticky translucent thing floating in the formation.

However, the spiritual energy drawn from the spiritual veins in the cave continued to sink into the spirit bone liquid, making it more and more crystal clear.

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PS: Sorry, no inspiration at all these days.