Mortal Cultivation: Starting from a Casual Cultivator

After completing the teleportation, you come to an independent space with white clouds and blue sky.

Going forward, walk along a winding path full of unknown weeds, hundreds of miles away is the entrance of Binghuo Road; behind you, there is an endless grassland on one side, and mountains and fragrant flowers on the other side.

After the other monks disappeared into the grassland or forest, away from this area, Wang Li turned his head and looked at a middle-aged man who was in the middle of alchemy under his command.

The two avatars blocked the person in a triangular shape with the main body:

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by seizing the subordinates of this seat? Can you give this seat an explanation?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked!

Take home?

The partner who was always with them was taken away by ghosts unknowingly?

Thinking that I had been with him for two days, everyone was sweating profusely.

"My lord, are you mistaken, I have not been taken away, I have not"

However, when he saw Wang Li suddenly take out a Yuanshen card that was somewhat broken but the Yuanshen within it had not been completely wiped out, the man shut up, and everyone in the field fell silent.

The moment he saw the Primordial Spirit Card, all the relevant memories sealed by the soul restraining technique immediately merged into the long river of memories one by one like a flowing water. The person who had finished seizing the house had a gloomy and terrifying face, and he understood what was going on with just one glance. It turned out that the main reason why the primordial spirit I devoured before seemed very weak, not like a real monk in the middle stage of alchemy.

"Good trick! It turns out that the primordial spirit of this son was on the primordial spirit card from the very beginning, and the old man didn't notice it before. And you actually sealed part of their memories from the beginning? No wonder the old man didn't find anything wrong!"

The middle-aged face twisted for a while, and finally turned into an old man.

The breath also suddenly rose from the middle stage of alchemy to the peak of the late stage of alchemy.

Shocked, the other alchemy stage subordinates who didn't know the details subconsciously backed away, only Elder Zhao stood in front of Wang Li.

"Huh? Profound Soul Secret Art? Fellow Daoist is still a ghost cultivator?"

Picking up Old Zhao, and throwing it far away, Wang Li stared at the people in the field, his eyes flickering.

So, he said, how could there be a high-level cultivator Yuanying who left and entered the low-level area, and specifically took away a middle-stage alchemy junior whose spiritual root aptitude was not very good. Ghost Xiu's words made sense. According to the understanding of the ghost cultivator, Xuangu Laomo, the physical body is just the carrier of their mana and the guarantee of daytime activities, not fundamental.

Eh? Doesn't that mean that the Xutian Temple can actually be built as a holy place for high-level monks to seize homes and revel?

Shouyuan couldn't hold on any longer, so he directly dispersed Yuanying and turned into a ghost cultivator, and then hid in the Xutian Temple to cultivate; every three hundred years, he let the disciples from outside send in suitable good seedlings, and he directly seized the house.

In this way, both the sect and the inheritance are guaranteed.

After all, although the Ghost Dao Duoshe will plummet by a level and lose the chance of reincarnation, the longevity will also increase several times due to the body of the mysterious soul. In addition, if the environment is good, you can quickly restore your previous cultivation and master brand-new supernatural powers. The golden finger old woman Huangquan Guimu, the master of Xiaoji Palace, is the best example.

The conditions are sufficient, and it only takes a few decades to enter the Nascent Soul stage, and then enter the ranks of great monks in a few hundred years.

This is a great monk with several times the lifespan of the same level.

"Tsk tsk, you are careful enough to treat your subordinates so harshly."

While speaking, the old ghost still wanted to sow discord.

"This journey of cultivating immortals is already dangerous at every step! One-third of the primordial spirit is in my hands, and if I can find the soul-cultivating wood, then although it cannot be restored, at least there is a chance of reincarnation and reconstruction. Being completely devoured by a fellow daoist, yet unable to even be reincarnated as a mortal. Fellow daoists think, do they believe in me, or in you?"

Putting away the Yuanshen card, Wang Li was full of ridicule.

Immediately afterwards, he waved to the rest of the crowd:

"Go, according to the task I gave you in advance, pick the relevant spiritual grass and spiritual objects, and after the completion, the entrance of the ice and fire road will meet, and this seat will take you to the next level."

"yes."

A group of people with different thoughts quickly dispersed. I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wang Li secretly feels that these people are more loyal to him.

When the subordinate left, he didn't give the other party a chance to spout a half-sentence at all, and the powerful hand of tens of feet suddenly stretched out and grabbed the dog. The person in front of him is an authentic ghost cultivator, much more "precious" than Xuan Gu, a half-assed ghost.

"Don't think that you can deal with Lin because you are in the Nascent Soul Stage."

A ball of green light shot out along with the dark soul thread that condensed the soul.

When the big hand touched these extremely sharp silk threads that cut iron like mud: on the big mana hand, a layer of blue, purple and gray three-color flames flashed away, and the big hand was not damaged; the ghost silk threads melted one after another like winter snow meeting summer sun, In the blink of an eye, it evaporated into wisps of black air.

"Qingyang Sacred Flame? Are you from Qingyangmen? No, why do you still have the aura of ghost fire? Xuangu Xiaoyu, who are you?" The old man lost his voice in shock.

Mana's big hand fell suddenly.

Um? So slippery, didn't catch it?

While the consciousness was locked, the green light abruptly dragged the body to move more than twenty feet away, similar to the teleportation of the Nascent Soul. But the old ghost who used this trick also looked uncomfortable, gasping for breath, then staring at the coiled blood vessels and veins all over his body, staring at these meridians wriggling like earthworms, he was even more out of breath:

"What did you do to this old man's physical body? Why can't the old man get out of his body?"

Also, what is the reason for the sudden sleepiness, fatigue, fatigue and other weak states?

Wang Li didn't intend to answer at all, just snapped his fingers with a grin, this time two big hands stretched out towards the old man.

Nascent Soul teleportation and physical body flying away are two concepts. Nascent Soul is the product of the three treasures of the human body, energy, spirit, and spirit, and the consumption of teleportation is extremely small; If it is moved, the speed of Feidun will drop sharply. The other party had no choice but to grab the dog-skin plaster-like body and use a secret technique similar to teleportation to dodge his attack. It was conceivable that the consumption was huge.

This is the consequence of being indiscriminate.

"Damn it."

Two jet-black light beams shot at the big hand, but they also collapsed instantly.

There is no choice but to use the secret technique similar to teleportation again.

However, after several times of jumping and flashing regardless of the cost, before the old ghost could break out of the encirclement, the originally brilliant green bead wrapped in his soul body had quietly dimmed. This bead is the core of the mysterious soul similar to the golden core of a monk in the alchemy stage, and it can be said to be the root of the cultivation of the mysterious soul and ghost.

"Hiding, you keep hiding, why don't you hide?"

After peeling off the other party's crystal nucleus, and then sealing the body, Wang Li clasped his hands together to Amitabha. Ah no, it should be the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate.

"How do you know the body of the mysterious soul so well? How did you avoid my mysterious soul's insidiousness?"

The so-called mysterious soul poison is actually the poisonous gas that stays in the air after the ghost thread dissipates. There is nothing wrong with monks inhaling it at first, but as the poison gas is inhaled more, the poisoner using secret techniques can affect and even traumatize the poisoned person.

But now it seems that it has no effect at all.

Apparently it was taken precautions.

If he hadn't been immersed in ghosts for a hundred years, or had studied the methods of restraint in ghosts, it would be absolutely impossible to know him so well.

Has the enemy already penetrated into the interior, or even the top?

"Fellow Daoist, we have something to talk about"

Bang Dang, the jade bottle is sealed. After the Xutian Temple, let's deal with this old clapper who has lived for an unknown period of time and who has sneaked into the ghost fog secret realm of the Xutian Temple by some means.

"Let's act separately."

The subordinates in the alchemy stage all have tasks, and the tasks of the four major Nascent Soul stage combat forces are naturally more arduous.

The feces of the musk orchid beast, the magic weapon made of pure gold, the earth attribute four-element array flag, two external incarnations, the fifth-level spirit-smelling mouse and the double-eyed mouse, and the Xingyue Shenzhou were handed over to the third Yuanying. How many precious elixir can be found depends on the abilities of the two beasts.

The second Nascent Soul avatar carried three soul-respecting banners and several Nascent Soul-level puppets, and was responsible for going to the place where the Shouyuan Fruit Tree was located to meet Manhuzi, compete for a few Shouyuan Fruits, and collect some roots and rhizomes of the Shouyuan Fruit Tree.

Dayan Shenjun's second Nascent Soul took an army of high-level puppets with him to the Ice and Fire Road to follow the two old things in Xinggong, to see if he could intercept some useful information. It's better to have unexpected gains, and it doesn't matter if you don't have them. Find some necessary paths, and arrange some small formations and restraint traps to trap the enemy, so as to add more obstacles to the unlucky ones behind.

He had about a day, enough time to dig many holes.

Anyway, Xinggong is the one who is responsible.

"Fellow Daoist Daoist, almost all of the trapping formation flags and formation disks that have been refined in the past few years have been handed over to you, so I will ask fellow Daoists next." Wang Li clasped his fists and said.

Old Antique's second Nascent Soul clone just took it quietly, and then smiled back.

Yuan Ying, who has been assimilated for several years, has inherited the memory, mind, and talent of Dayan Shenjun, but his style and habits of doing things seem to have not been inherited.

"Boy, why are you being polite to him?"

The deity in the bamboo tube said unhappy.

"Brother Dayan, although he is only your clone, Wang regards him as a different second you. Since they are all fellow Taoists, they are naturally entitled to the most basic respect of Wang."

While speaking, the three escaping lights had gone away, leaving him alone in place.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, a khaki-yellow brilliance flashed, and a stone-skinned chameleon emerged from the soil, crawled to Wang Li's feet, and rubbed against Wang Li's trouser legs.

This is a small operation done with the help of a bearded hand.

The mutated chameleon can't be spotted even if Wang Li's spiritual sense is fully activated.

"Which way did those two go?"

Wang Li touched the big guy's tough brain and asked.

"Gulu Gulu."

The big lizard swayed and pointed towards the grass, and opened its mouth to spit out two beads.

These are two special instruments that can record the aura of designated creatures within a ten-meter range. Only the chameleon can quietly make the two Nascent Soul Stages approach within a few feet, leaving a little breath behind for him to track.

"Oh? It's not a mountainous area with more spiritual herbs, but deep in the grassland?"

Nodding his head, he took the old man back into the spirit beast bag, then called out Xiao Qi and Jiao Er, who were several tens of feet in size, and threw one of the beads to Xiao Qi who also wanted to rub his trouser leg:

"Lock the direction, you two take me to catch up."

It doesn't need to be too fast, as long as you can find someone.

More than a dozen groups of ten-thousand-mile telescopes flashed in succession, accompanied by puppets, appearing in the surroundings one after another.