Passive Cultivation of Techniques: Training to Become Buddha in a Demonic Sect

coming.

Lu Li's heart tightened, and he looked at the gate of the cave.

I saw Bai Jinfei leading a group of people and slowly floating.

The head of the person is a middle-aged man of thirty-five or six, with a white face like jade, elegant and handsome, dressed in blue clothes, wearing a white sword, and his eyes are like stars.

Beside him, followed by a purple-faced old man with a strong aura, who is also the True Monarch of Nascent Soul.

Behind the two, a group of people followed.

Li Jing was among them.

Lu Li saw Li Jing at a glance.

The eyes of the two met in the air, electric light flint, silent.

"Junior Brother Li, congratulations."

At this moment, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi cupped his hands and congratulated him casually.

"You're welcome, Zhenjun Huang Quan, please take a seat."

The real ghost squinted his eyes, waved his hand at will, and did not get up to greet him.

It was only at this time that Lu Li learned that the real Ghost Demon was originally surnamed Li.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi in front of him should be Li Jing's master, True Monarch Huang Quan!

Immediately afterwards, the purple-faced old man on the left of Zhenjun Huang Quan cupped his hands and said: "Li Laogui, I didn't expect you to practice Nascent Soul, and you haven't been beaten to death! Congratulations!"

The hostility was undisguised.

"True Monarch Flying Fox, you slut who has cut off his sons and no grandchildren is not dead, and this seat naturally can't die."

On the big white-boned chair, the real ghost replied coldly.

"you!"

When the purple-faced old man heard this, his eyes widened and his face flushed.

But then, he snorted softly: "If you have time, this old man will teach you the Kunpeng magic art!"

"Any time. Sit down."

The real Ghost Demon looked indifferent, with a trace of disdain.

"Humph!"

The purple-faced old man flicked his sleeves, his figure flashed, and he sat in a position on the upper left.

Zhenjun Huang Quan also floated to take his seat.

Li Jing and the others were led by the maid and sat at the table beside them.

At the same time, the second senior sister began to sing: "True Lord Huang Quan gave a low-grade magic weapon, True Lord Flying Fox gave 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and True Blood Huaxin gave a thousand middle-grade spirit stones, wishing the master a boundless long life."

The voice fell, and the whole place was silent.

The face of the real devil is very ugly.

These three gifts, two words, poor and sour!

Mid-grade Lingshi, is he lacking?

In addition, it is common sense to use magic tools for qi refining, spiritual tools for foundation building, magic weapons for Jindan, and spiritual treasures for Nascent Soul and above.

A low-grade magic weapon used by Jindan as a gift?

Isn't that looking down on people?

Faintly, the real face of the devil was icy cold, and his whole body exuded a cold and suffocating aura.

Lu Li, who was standing beside him, felt it immediately.

However, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his mouth, and his mouth looked at his heart, like an ancient well, calm and motionless.

Now is not the time for him to play.

Soon, another guest came.

"The Great Demon King is here!"

Accompanied by Bai Jinfei's high shout, a giant man with a height of one zhang walked step by step, the ground was shaking like a mountain, and entered the hall.

There was a purple-clothed Taoist boy behind him.

"Yo, old ghost Li, are you still alive? Congratulations."

The giant man twitched the corner of his mouth, said hello, and threw a piece of white jade full of spiritual energy.

The second senior sister Yao Yao continued to sing: "The Great Demon King Zhentian presented a piece of high-grade spiritual stone, wishing the master a long life and boundless life."

The devil's face sank again.

A high-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones.

This gift is no different.

"Sit down. Come on, change this big man a bigger stone bench." Demon Real Man ordered with a dark face.

"Yes."

The maid responded and started to change the stool.

Afterwards, the Heaven-shattering Demon King sat down next to True Monarch Huang Quan and True Monarch Feihu and started chatting hotly.

Deafening laughter from time to time.

The protagonist who completely acts as a real ghost does not exist.

The atmosphere was extremely rigid.

"..."

The face of the real ghost was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

Lu Li watched from the side, embarrassed for him.

It seems that the real ghosts really don't have any friends in the ghost sect.

At this time, someone came again.

This time it was a real person from Jindan.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be very formal and polite to congratulate and give gifts.

It is a top-grade magic weapon.

It's ok.

Then, the real ghost and the real person began to chat awkwardly.

The atmosphere was not so rigid after all.

Before long, guests came one after another.

Most of them are real people.

After the gifts were given, these Jin Dan saw that the atmosphere on the field was not right, and they didn't want to be on the wrong team to offend others, so they simply made excuses and slipped away.

In this way, an hour later, the sun rises three poles.

It's almost noon.

There were about twenty people sitting in the middle of the hall, sitting sparsely, not lively at all.

Among them, there are three Yuan Ying True Monarchs, who came from other demon sects.

The congratulatory gift sent is also extremely poor, not even worth a hundred middle-grade spirit stones.

Obviously, he came to step on the scene and watch jokes by the way.

Lu Li stood beside the real ghost and felt the evil spirit emanating from the real ghost. Senhan was cold, and it was about to condense into reality.

In addition, he has been standing for almost all morning, and he has not even received a gift.

The difference between the popularity of ghosts and real people is vividly reflected.

"Lu Li, wait for someone to provoke him, and directly kill his mother!"

All of a sudden, a sound transmission of Sen Han, who gritted his teeth, entered his ears.

Lu Li's heart tightened, his expression solemn, and he cupped his hands: "Disciple understands, please rest assured, Master."

"True Monarch Hongyao is here!"

At this moment, Bai Jinfei shouted loudly, led the two women, and floated up.

One is about 30 years old, wearing a blue robe, still charming, and the other is twenty-eight years old, wearing a green robe, charming and bright.

It's the green lotus!

"Junior Brother Li, congratulations on your promotion to Nascent Soul. This spiritual treasure, called the Soul Eater Stick, is a gift from your concubine. I wish you an early divine transformation."

The blue-robed woman smiled lightly.

The voice is soft and thin, gentle and gentle.

While speaking, Lu He, who was beside him, took out a long wooden box framed with red tape, held it in both hands, and handed it to the Yao Yao.

"Thank you Mrs. Hongling, please take a seat."

Real Ghost's expression softened a little, he got up to greet him, and at the same time ordered, "Come here, serve good tea."

"I'm tired."

The blue-robed woman bowed her head slightly and smiled softly.

Immediately, she sat on the top right, nodded and smiled at Zhenjun Huangquan, Zhenjun Feihu, and the Great Demon King Zhentian.

The three of Zhenjun Huang Quan also nodded in return.

It seemed that this Lady Hongyao had an unusual status in the Yin Ming Ghost Sect.

Lu Li thought to himself.

At this time, with a glance from the corner of the eye, he happened to see Lu He, who was standing behind Mrs. Hongyao, winking at him, her smiling eyes curved like a crescent moon.

Lu Li returned her a smile.

This scene was naturally seen by everyone in the hall.

Everyone looked different.

There were also a few sharp and hostile gazes that swept across Lu Li's body, as if looking at a rival in love.

This woman actually has so many licking dogs?

Lu Li raised his brows lightly.

Suddenly, he sensed a soft gaze sweeping towards him.

It was the lady Hongluo who still had the charm.

The Yuan Ying Zhenjun looked up and down at Lu Li.

Lu Li felt as if he had been seen through his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

what.

The next moment, the lady Hongyao was surprised.

Seems to have found something.

Rushuirou's eyes flashed a strange doubt.

"Junior Brother Li, this young man is your new true disciple, Lu Li?" Madam Hongluo asked softly.

"Yes, Lu Li, you haven't come up to see True Monarch Hongyao yet?"

The real ghost turned his head.

Hearing the sound, Lu Li immediately stepped forward and bowed his hands to meet him: "Junior Lu Li, pay respects to Zhenjun Hongyao! I wish Zhenjun every eighteenth year, beautiful as a flower! Boundless mana, surpassing the gods!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked sideways.

Lu He, who was hammering Mrs. Hongyao's shoulders, was also stunned.

"You little guy, your mouth is sweet."

At this time, Mrs. Hongyao smiled gently, and with a graceful stroke of the snow-white palm, a three-inch long golden sword appeared in her palm.

"This is a golden sword. It's a high-grade spiritual weapon. It can be regarded as a gift from your concubine."

Lu Li turned his head to look at the real ghost.

"Reward from the true monarch, just keep it. Don't you want to thank the true monarch?" There was a long-lost smile on the face of the real ghost.

"This...Thank you for the reward of the true monarch!"

Lu Li looked overjoyed, and took it out with both hands, ready to pick up the sword.

At this moment, Mrs. Hongyao gently picked up the golden sword and placed it in Lu Li's palm.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, her lush jade fingers lightly touched Lu Li's palm.

Very soft.

But at this moment, there seemed to be an invisible infuriating energy that traveled around Lu Li's body.

Ding.

The system prompt immediately sounded in my mind:

"Your Zixia Refining Sun Sutra sensed the existence of the Supreme Dao Sect's infuriating qi, and your heart was filled with admiration and excitement, and the speed of cultivation increased by 10,000%."

Almost in an instant, the Zixia Refining the Sun Sutra started running automatically.

Progress+1+1+1+1... The mad brushing keeps going.