Mortal Cultivation: Starting from a Casual Cultivator

On the hill to the west, a huge formation of hundreds of feet has been built. In the formation, two middle-aged men wearing Yan family costumes are meditating with their eyes closed, waiting for something. The sixty or seventy foundation-building monks from the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom whispered to each other boredly.

Behind the formation is a khaki-yellow high platform, on which there are more than a dozen monks from the Yan family who have wrapped themselves in a thin mist. These people communicate with each other, and everything seems to be normal.

In addition to the formation that has not yet been activated, there are still a few people scattered here and there.

One is a group of five headed by Senior Brother Ba and Wu Zi. The five people are setting up a table, filling a pot of spiritual tea, and chatting without saying a word while tasting the tea.

Very comfortable.

The reason why these people are so angry is that they were accidentally led to ruin by someone.

The second is a pair of Concealing Moon Sects. They are standing next to a small forest at the moment, and they are feeding food to the monks not far away.

The third is Ma Yunlong of Tianque Castle.

This late-stage foundation-builder who claims to be the most promising alchemist of the Yue Kingdom in a century, recently received an invitation from an anonymous person to leave the customs, and was invited to participate in the treasure hunting conference held by the Yan family.

At the beginning, Ma Yunlong didn't realize how kind the Treasure Hunting Conference was for him. After he heard that the Yan family would take out the "Qiankun Pagoda Talisman Treasure" as a lottery at this meeting, and wanted to take the opportunity to find a husband for Yan Ruyan, a heavenly spiritual root, he realized his advantage belatedly.

Under Yue Guo's alchemy, who dares to say that he can beat him with one move?

Once he marries Yan Ruyan, and by the way, pulls the entire Yan family onto his warship, he will not only be able to make a huge contribution to the sect, but also get great support from his master and family. good.

Therefore, before having a cup of tea, he thanked the guy who disturbed him to clean up and asked him to leave the customs from the bottom of his heart, and after the preparations were completed, he solemnly invited him to visit him and treated him courteously.

But, now:

"hiss hiss"

The surface is calm, but the bottom of the heart is turbulent, and the voice of gasping is trembling.

This Lao Shizi's treasure hunting conference is definitely a sinkhole!

But he who arrived at the end didn't dare to make any changes, because he was afraid of disturbing those two people who couldn't even see through his spiritual eyes. Fortunately, there are still a few cannon fodder brothers and sisters outside the formation, and if they are used well, he may not be able to escape from desperation.

That's right, Ma Yunlong was a small gift prepared by Wang Li for Wang Chan.

From the beginning, Wang didn't expect Han Li to enter the game to create a fighting opportunity for him. Therefore, he can only borrow "known information" and use all available resources to dig another hole as deep as possible; then he will connect the hole dug by Wang Chan and the Yan family together with these ghosts and monsters. Wrap it in.

"Young master, there are still seven people missing, and it's getting late, do you want to wait a little longer?"

A Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator approached and reported through sound transmission.

"No need to wait, let the two veterans immediately inform the formation to open. Otherwise, if it takes a long time, some clever people may notice the clues and something will happen, which will be even worse. As for the few people who didn't show up, we will clear up most of the people here. , It won’t be too late to chase after him.”

Wang Chan was also decisive.

The Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator took the order, and immediately walked slowly in front of the two disguised middle-aged men in the formation, and whispered a few words. But the person's face was stunned, he turned his head and quickly walked back to where Wang Chan was:

"Young sect master, the two elders said that nine monks are too far away from the formation, and they cannot be restrained in the formation after the Yinhuo formation is activated, so I also ask the young master to think of ways to introduce them into the formation, or approach them. Some will do."

Hearing this, Wang Chan frowned slightly: Trouble.

It stands to reason that the formation formed by our side is not too small, but even so, there are still many people outside the coverage of the formation, which is a bit weird.

"Go to three people and urge them separately, saying that it's time to sign up for the lottery."

As a result, the two people who concealed the Moon Sect reluctantly leaned towards the formation. Ma Yunlong smiled and said that it will be over in a while. The group of five raised their eyebrows and sent the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator back on the grounds that "the other senior brothers will draw lots first, and it won't be too late for them to draw after they finish".

It's just that it's really cool when you're pissing people off, but after you're done, the hand holding a piece of jade slip trembles violently.

Without him, Wang Li sealed a piece of information on this jade slip earlier. Out of honesty, the five of them didn't break the seal to check the jade slips last night. They didn't take out a list until they arrived at the place this morning. At this moment, it has already been read several times by five people. I don't know if I don't look at it, but I'm scared to pee when I look at it.

"Senior Brother Ba, did you see clearly? Did that man have dark green nails that were half an inch long?"

"Junior Brother Wu, don't lie to yourself, haven't we all seen it?"

"And why come here to urge me to wait? Participation is voluntary. Besides, isn't our information registered when we entered Yanling Castle?"

"So, the other party is undoubtedly a member of the Ghost Spirit Sect!"

The five of them were still drinking tea with faint smiles on their faces, but in reality they were using the act of drinking tea to cover up the sound transmission.

"It seems that Junior Brother Wang's conjecture is not bad. This Treasure Hunting Conference is a trap specially designed to plot against us. Yesterday he persuaded us to wait for the right opportunity to leave Yanling Castle quietly. I don't think he was joking at that time. But really treat us sincerely!"

Speaking of this, the person who spoke was ashamed.

Because of him, at that time he thought Wang Li was timid and fearful, so he took the lead in laughing.

"Should I run away now?"

"I see that Senior Brother Ma from Tianque Castle has also discovered that something is wrong. He is a fake alchemy master. Why don't we wait and see if he takes any action?"

If Ma Yunlong heard this, he would only say one thing: naive.

"You still want to count on him? He's just a fake alchemy. Since the Ghost Sect dared to openly deal with dozens of foundation-builders, there must be real alchemy masters behind them. And this is the Yan family, but the Yan family is not here. He took the initiative to lure us into the pit, and made it clear that he had reached a private cooperation with the Ghost Spirit Gate, so let's run away quickly! Only one can escape!"

Qingxumen Wuzi and Wuyouzi brothers looked at each other, slapped the storage bag to sacrifice the magic weapon, and at the same time pasted the talisman, and took the lead in running.

"I regret not listening to Junior Brother Wang's kind words yesterday!"

Seeing this, the other three people didn't dare to stay here, they divided into three directions and went east and west together.

Not far away, Ma Yunlong, who was about to come over to join the five people, almost yelled when he found himself left behind.

"Hey? Do you have sharp eyesight, you saw the flaw so quickly and wanted to slip away?"

Wang Chan on the high platform narrowed her eyes:

"Leave two to take good care of Huang Fenggu's natural beauty; go and catch the five fish that slipped through the net, regardless of life or death; and the rest, assist the two elders to guard the Yinhuo Formation, and don't allow even one to slip away. "

After the confession, the figure flashed and turned into a bloody light, chasing Ma Yunlong directly.

"Young sect master, the opponent is in the late stage of foundation establishment"

The leader of the twelve ghost spirit guards reminded.

"In the late stage of foundation establishment, do you think I can't handle it?"

In the general late stage of foundation establishment, it is only enough for him to exercise his muscles and bones.

"grass."

Ma Yunlong, who fled to Tianque Castle in the southwest, naturally recognized the young master of Ghost Spirit Sect.

A few days ago, Wang Chan was the one who led several battles during the foundation period outside the gate of Yanling Fort. So when he saw who was chasing him, his face turned green.

"Whizzing."

Following Ma Yunlong's swift departure from this place, apart from Wang Chan, there was actually another person.

A later stage of alchemy that does not exist in the Yan family.

No one discovered where this person was hiding before, and how he followed him up. The reason why he pursued Wang Chan secretly was not to protect the young master of the Ghost Sect, but to go fishing.

"Let's do it too, move quickly, and don't let the young sect master have any accidents."

Inside the dark light curtain that suddenly rose, the two middle-aged people who were sitting cross-legged suddenly opened their eyes and got up.

It was the Li brothers from Ghost Spirit Sect.

Two genuine alchemy early stage elders.

"I don't know how effective the soul of this Yue country monk is."

Ghost Spirit Sect, one of the six sects of demons in Tianluo Kingdom, is good at exorcising ghosts and conquering demons, and is proficient in poison and dark arts. The strength on the surface is the bottom of the six sects, but in fact, it hides a top combat power in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Even the Mo Dao sect greatly underestimated this old Yinbi sect, not to mention the world of cultivating immortals in other countries.

Of course, even if it is so, it is three points more powerful than the Yue Sect, the leader of the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom.

Yinhuo formation is a formation specially used by this sect to refine monks' bodies and extract living souls, and it has the magical effect of suppressing the opponent's cultivation to a certain extent.

Right now, the two alchemy elders of Ghost Spirit Sect who were in complete victory made a bold move. The two summoned more than 30 ferocious monster birds gathered by black clouds in one breath, and rushed towards these foundation-building crowd whose cultivation had been partially suppressed. The result can be imagined.

For a while, there were screams in the formation.

But the people outside the formation could not hear the slightest sound inside the formation.

"Yan family."

This is the unwilling curse echoed in the air by the tough-minded man who resisted in the corner.

In fact, if you don't resist, you can live longer.

After all, the food used to practice magic arts is fresher and more delicious, and the effect can be better. Therefore, the lower the cultivation base, especially those who simply fell all the way to the Qi refining stage, on the contrary, most of them survived.

The cool ones were all the middle and late foundation establishment monks who were taken care of by the two elders, especially the four late foundation establishment monks.

The battle here is over very quickly.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the black formation light curtain quickly receded, revealing the mess inside.

Of the original sixty or seventy people in the foundation building period, there are still more than forty people left at this moment, all of whom have been captured and unconscious.

"Let's go, the two of us are going to meet the young master. You ghost guards stay here and keep an eye on these captives."

After the words were closed, the two rays of light chased directly to the southwest where Ma Yunlong and Wang Chan were flying, and there was a loud sound through the air.

Just when the two escaped for half a cup of tea, Tian Buque rushed out suddenly with a Danjie Qi and several Foundation Establishment Qi subordinates, and caught the people who stayed behind in the Ghost Spirit Sect by surprise.

"Sure enough, it is a natural beauty. Wang Chan, Wang Chan, you are a big gift, and Tian will be disrespectful."

Before leaving, he comfortably followed five good-looking foundation-establishing female cultivators, very chic.

On the Feiyun Pavilion in the center of Yanling Fort, the ancestor of the Yan family who has been looking at this place sighed faintly:

"Fellow Daoist Xing, do you have to force Yan to take action and keep you?"

"snort."

The cold snort that sounded in the void was full of disdain.

Old Ancestor Yan was furious, but he didn't want to make trouble, so he chose to swallow his anger instead. However, just at this moment, a small flying sword shot from a distance at extreme speed, and fell into his hand in the blink of an eye. A special sound-transmitting jade talisman was tied to it, and the Yan family's complexion suddenly changed with shock and anger just by sweeping his consciousness.

"Wait, Fellow Daoist Xing."

"Why, Fellow Daoist Yan still wants to stay here for tea?"

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Xing wants to drink tea, right? Coincidentally, Yan's Xueling tea is a famous spiritual tea in the country of Yue. You might as well sit down with Yan and have a cup before leaving!"

While speaking, the formation covering the entire Yanjiabao suddenly opened!

This can't help but make the heart of the secret Acacia sect's alchemy period chill.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, what do you mean?"

The next moment, without waiting for Old Ancestor Yan's reply, within the range of his spiritual perception, the scene of the five escaping lights in the rear chasing the three bloody lights in front was captured by this man.

"Hidden Moon Sect! Tianque Castle!"

Exclaimed in horror.

Old Ancestor Yan's brows were also huddled together.

Thousands of miles away to the east, Wang Li, who locked onto Tian Buque with a telescope, raised the corner of his mouth slightly: Here we come.