Longevity, step by step to the highest

"Deacon Wan, I also want to buy some precious spiritual plant seeds. The rarer and more precious, the better."

"It would be best if they are useful to Jindan Zhenren."

Wan Si was a little surprised. Wu Ping's words reminded him of the spiritual plants he had just exchanged. There was a spiritual plant in a storage ring, with roots and soil.

"Could it be that these spiritual plants were planted by the other party?"

This idea is really a bit outrageous. A foundation-building cultivator does not have enough time to cultivate. His life span is limited. Who would spend at least a hundred years to plant those spiritual plants?

Moreover, the other party wants to plant spiritual plants that are useful to Jindan Zhenren? ? ?

Think about it, it is even more impossible. It takes at least hundreds of years for such spiritual plants to grow from seeds to maturity. Foundation-building cultivators cannot live that long.

There is no such thing as years for long ones. It takes many generations to plant and maintain them to ensure the maturity of spiritual plants.

"What? Is there a problem?"

Wu Ping naturally saw Wan Si's surprised expression.

"No problem, the spiritual plant seeds are not expensive, but few people will buy them. How many do you need, brother?"

"How many do you have now? Bring them all. I think these 1.3 million spiritual stones should be enough."

"Enough, even a fraction is enough, brother, wait a moment."

Wan Si's mouth twitched a little, but he still resisted it. After saying goodbye, he went to sort out the spiritual plant seeds that Wu Ping needed.

This time Wan Si's movements were very fast. He was back in just a few breaths.

Wu Ping spent a total of 180,000 spiritual stones to buy the spiritual plant seeds he needed. Half of them were seeds that were effective for Jindan stage cultivators.

In addition, there were many that were not limited to years. As long as they were planted for a long time, the effect would be greater.

After saying goodbye to Wan Si, Wu Ping walked out of the Wanbao Pavilion and flew in the direction he left last time. There, it was a Feng Shui treasure land with beautiful scenery.

Wu Ping controlled his speed and soon arrived at the large forest he had been to before. He restrained his breath and quickly hid behind a big tree.

In his consciousness, two late foundation-building cultivators had arrived.

"Bang bang" two familiar sounds rang out again. The two had already followed in the footsteps of the two Wanbao Pavilion mid-foundation cultivators.

It was just that the time between them was a bit far, and it had been decades.

Moreover, there was no chance for grass to grow on their graves, because they were all beaten into blood and flesh by Wu Ping's big iron hammer.

Taking the other party's storage ring with ease, Wu Ping communicated with the Qingtian Realm Plate and came to the North Territory in a flash.

This was his first time in the North Territory. Although he was not familiar with it, it didn't matter.

After wandering around for a few days, Wu Ping heard a piece of news: the ancestor of the Blood Demon Sect was furious again. After quietly coming to the North Territory, he had successfully captured two evil cultivators and made a bold statement that he would definitely capture the other two evil cultivators.

Wu Ping was even more suspicious that the late-stage Blood Robe Jindan he had met before was the ancestor of the Blood Demon Sect.

It must be said that this was unbelievable, but the possibility was indeed very high.

At the same time, Wu Ping also found out the location of the four immortal sects that were slaughtered by the evil cultivators.

Beixuan Sect was the strongest one among them. Before, it was enough to rank in the top two in the entire Northern Region, but now, it was also said to be gone, and was still slaughtered by the evil cultivators.

Generally speaking, the stronger the sect, the larger the spiritual vein it occupies, but it is not absolute.

Wu Ping's first stop in the Northern Region was the Beixuan Sect.

His spiritual sense swept across the old site of the Beixuan Sect, which was full of blood. Even after more than a week, the blood was still very strong, which made people vomit.

There was no one in other places of the sect, but Wu Ping found that there were five cultivators in the cave tunnel at the entrance of the spiritual vein, and all of them were foundation-building cultivators, among whom there was one in the late foundation-building stage.

Moreover, everyone was wearing the same uniform, blood-colored robes and shirts.

Soon, a "grey-robed old man" came along the cave entrance. It was Wu Ping in a brand new vest.

"Stop, Beixuan Sect has been taken over by my Blood Demon Sect. You can leave now."

Wu Ping smiled. The Blood Demon Sect had a good idea.

"I have a connection with the Taoist. This spiritual vein is destined for me. Before, I used it to establish a sect with Beixuan Sect. Today, I come to take it back. I wonder if it is feasible?"

Wu Ping's words startled the other party: This person is either powerful or sick!

There is still a connection? Beixuan Sect has lasted for almost ten thousand years. Can you live for ten thousand years?

"What's the matter? Noisy."

Suddenly, a voice came from the strongest late-stage foundation-building cultivator.

"This man wants to steal the spiritual vein."

"Fellow Daoist, this is absurd. This spiritual vein was originally given to me by a Taoist priest. It is only natural for me to take it today."

Wu Ping looked at the five foundation-building, his face was calm.

The late-stage foundation-building blood-robed man looked at the extremely calm Wu Ping, and his spiritual sense was like sinking into the sea, without any feedback.

This made him a little panicked. The ancestor told him to guard this spiritual vein, so there would be no problem, right?

A Taoist priest? It seemed that he had heard of it at some point, but he just couldn't remember it.

He couldn't get the result, and he couldn't see through it. At the moment, it seemed that he couldn't do it. He made up his mind and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, don't talk nonsense, go together and kill him!"

Looking at the five people who were attacking, Wu Ping moved, five afterimages, one round, and the battle was over.

Five small flames were thrown out and fell on the five people respectively. In less than a few breaths, they were burned to ashes.

Taking the storage bags and storage rings of the five people, Wu Ping casually arranged a warning spell, and walked towards the spiritual vein quickly with a flash step.

"Boom boom boom..."

Deep in the cave, Wu Ping was working at full capacity. With the breakthrough of his cultivation, he dug spiritual stones and spiritual essences faster. In less than half a day, a huge hole had appeared in the ground.

This time, he dug up the spiritual essence of gold, and now he only needed the spiritual essence of wood and earth.

Wu Ping was very confident in collecting the five elements of spiritual essence. The Northern Region was just his first stop. Even if not all the sects occupied the spiritual veins, there was a large enough base for him to obtain the remaining wood and earth spiritual essences.

Satisfied with his masterpiece, Wu Ping escaped from the cave, and the huge hole collapsed directly.

Without counting the number of spiritual stones and spiritual essences obtained, time was running out. In order not to attract the attention of the ancestor of the Blood Demon Sect, Wu Ping communicated with the Qingtian Realm Plate, and disappeared on the spot with a thought.

The place he went to was the second sect destroyed in the Northern Region: the Wood Sword Sect.

Although he didn't know its exact location, he had already understood its approximate location in the past few days, and the same was true for the other two sects that were slaughtered.

Wu Ping didn't know that not long after he left, an old man in a blood-robed Jindan late stage had arrived here. It was Hun Sha.

He had just received a message from the sect saying that among the twenty foundation-building sect members who followed him to the Northern Territory, the soul jade slips of five of them had been broken.

This made him realize that something was wrong. After asking for details, he immediately rushed to the old site of the Northern Xuan Sect.

Looking at the disappeared spiritual vein, this was simply a slap in the face of the Blood Sha Sect, and even more so, a slap in his face.

Hun Sha didn't have any anger on his face, but in his heart he had sentenced Wu Ping to death. Since the other party's goal was the spiritual vein, he would just wait for the remaining sects.