Mortals: start with self-created body cultivation

In the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, there is a canyon where clouds and fog persist all year round.

The monks passed by from above, nothing special, and they often didn't pay attention. There was only a forest of rocks and bushes below. One day, a man in white suddenly appeared in the sky. He looked around to make sure that no one was following him. He took out a talisman and recited a spell and shot it into it. Soon, he heard a voice coming from the stone forest: "It turns out to be Brother Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect. What, this sword trial meeting is over?"

"Brother Yue, I didn't expect you to be guarding the entrance. No wonder I haven't seen you show up in decades!"

"Haha, it has indeed been decades..."

The man in white's eyes flickered briefly and did not continue the topic. He said: "The sword test meeting has ended. According to the usual practice, Bai was sent to the forbidden area first to inquire whether the spiritual water was properly prepared?"

"What was the result of the competition?"

Chuanyin in the stone forest was lazy and not in a hurry. He wanted to know who was taking advantage.

After learning that Luoyun Sect had taken half of the quota, a burst of hearty laughter came from the forest. It was not difficult to tell that this was a monk from Luoyun Sect. The man in white from the Ancient Sword Sect knew that he had also participated in the sword test, and A single move later gave the sect a genius in vain. Now two hundred years have passed, and things have changed, and it is natural to be happy. After Lin Zhong smiled, he said: "The preparation of the spiritual water has been prepared. We are just waiting for the first drop of alcohol to be secreted. Those juniors can bring it first. After all, the spiritual water must be used immediately, otherwise how can these juniors be allowed to enter the forbidden area?"

The man in white's eyes flashed with joy, and he echoed with a smile: "That's natural!" "

"In that case, Bai will teleport back immediately and inform them to bring all the disciples. Brother Yue, please be prepared in case these disciples see something they shouldn't see in the forbidden area..."

"Hmph, what else can a group of juniors do in this restricted area..."

The person who conveyed the message was extremely confident that the forbidden laws here were arranged by many Nascent Soul masters from the three sects. Not to mention a group of juniors, even the Golden Core monks like them would not dare to break in without permission, otherwise Not knowing how he died, the man in white immediately said no more, said goodbye and left the stone forest.

Two words

The three factions received permission and began to discuss who would lead the team.

According to the usual practice, each team leader only needs to choose one, but it is just to get some benefits by sending the juniors. Most of the Jindan team leaders did not want to waste time, so they pushed and pushed. Finally, the man in white from the Ancient Sword Sect volunteered, so the three factions decided. The man in white from the Gujian Sect, a middle-aged man from Baiqiao Academy, and the gray-robed monk surnamed Yu, the deputy leader of the Luoyun Sect, took the disciples to the forbidden area to receive the spiritual cleansing ceremony.

At the last moment, Xu Qingyang had no reason to back down.

After being prepared, the ten victorious disciples and the three golden elixir leaders stepped into the directional teleportation array in an orderly manner. When they appeared outside the stone forest, they saw a man in a yellow shirt, who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

"Brother Yue, you're done!"

The man in white came forward to pay his respects. The middle-aged man from Baiqiaoyuan said with envy in his eyes: "Brother Yue, I haven't seen you for decades, and your cultivation has almost reached the advanced stage. As expected, the effect is different when you practice next to the spiritual tree."

The man in yellow shirt chuckled: "If you are willing to stay here for decades, you can too."

What is the Spiritual Eye Tree? It is a higher-level cultivation treasure than the Spiritual Eye Jade. Let alone being close to this tree, even practicing near the Spiritual Tree all year round can save a little half of the time for the Golden Pill cultivator. This The effect is very exaggerated, but in order to ensure the growth and safety of the sacred tree, you have to pay a price if you want to practice within the scope of the spiritual tree.

Guarding the spiritual tree and not being allowed to step outside is one of the costs.

Several people reunited with their old friends and started bragging. Xu Qingyang and others could only stand behind. After they finished talking, the yellow-robed monk cast a spell to open a restricted gap and urged: "Move quickly, I can only open it temporarily..." "Everyone did not dare to delay and filed in. Inside was a maze building with passages extending in all directions.

When the divine sense is explored, there are forbidden laws everywhere, many of which can directly kill people.

After twists and turns along the way, the team came to a stone hall. In the middle of the stone hall, there was a chessboard several feet large. There was a chess player on each side, a long face with a white beard and an immortal spirit.

The other person is the most peculiar, with an extremely short stature, like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Seeing these two people, the leader of the team, the man in white, immediately focused his eyes on the boy, and asked with a surprised look on his face: "Uncle Lan, why are you here?" The other two people were a little confused, but they quickly thought of something, and their expressions changed. It was a change. Everyone stepped forward to greet him and said: "Junior so-and-so, pay my respects to Senior Lan..."

Later, when the disciples heard this, they thought, good fellow, the ancestors of the three sects of golden elixirs are all called Senior Uncle. This is a Nascent Soul master in person.

Immediately everyone bowed their heads and bowed, and Xu Qingyang and others followed closely.

At that time, the people in the team with ulterior motives were all on guard. Du Dong didn't mention it first. Han Li and Xu Qingyang had already analyzed that this trip would be involved in the layout of the two parties. Now, as soon as they entered, the Nascent Soul cultivator appeared. It proves that the level of struggle is definitely not low in intensity.

The boy waved his hand casually and said without looking back: "Get up!"

As he spoke, he stared at the chessboard and thought for a while, then slowly dropped a piece. The long-faced monk opposite him without thinking, followed up with a piece. After more than a dozen moves, the long-faced monk stood up with a wry smile and said: "Senior Lan has superb chess skills, and this junior is willing to lose..."

"Hey, you didn't give in to me on purpose, did you?"

The long-faced old man waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, how dare I give in to you, if I hadn't racked my brains, I would have been defeated long ago..."

The boy narrowed his eyes, looking very satisfied. In order to improve his chess skills, he, a Yuanying cultivator, even pretended to be a mortal and went to the secular area to find a Go master to hone his skills. It can be seen that he loves this way. However, although he was smiling, some people in the hall were uneasy, as if they knew that the other party would not appear here for no reason.

Sure enough, the boy's smile faded and he turned to look at the man in white.

"Brother Bai, how long have you joined my Ancient Sword Sect?"

The man in white's fingers trembled slightly, and he suppressed his distracting thoughts and maintained a respectful attitude: "Uncle Master, it has been more than a hundred years."

The boy smiled and slowly stood up from the stone bench. He was small in stature, but his momentum was amazing, and his words were even more amazing: "For more than a hundred years, Brother has specially betrothed the most promising female disciple in the sect to you, and you, is this how you repay us?"

"Uncle Lan, I don't understand what you mean..." The man in white pretended to be confused.

The boy's face turned cold: "I don't understand, haha, you are the disciple of the master of Haoran Pavilion, and you have been lurking in my Gujianmen for more than a hundred years. You said you don't understand, have you forgotten your real master, or you are doing well in my Gujianmen and don't want to listen to your master's orders?"

"Uncle Master, I!!"

The boy shook his head to stop him: "It's a pity that my Gujianmen can't keep you well"

At this point, the man in white no longer had any luck, and took the first step to transform into a huge white palm, aiming at Meng Di, the first place in the sword test, the genius of Gujianmen.

The boy's face did not change, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.