The evil cultivation of immortality, starting from an apprentice in a medicine shop

In the wilderness, a group of martial artists wearing armor performed Qinggong and stepped on the grass to cross the mountains at an astonishing speed.

"Boss, the fight in front seems to have stopped."

Wu Chuanfeng, the captain of the Demon Suppression School, also noticed the movement in front at the first time. He felt a little anxious and immediately quickened his pace.

Even if the martial artists who passed the "muscle barrier" did not learn Qinggong, they could travel much faster than riding horses when they were rushing at full speed.

In just a few dozen breaths.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The martial artists arrived in front of the dense forest.

On the way, the martial artists of the Demon Suppression Division were in a hurry, fearing that they would be late and let people run away.

However, when they really arrived at the dense forest, none of the martial artists dared to dive into the dense forest to find out what was going on.

"Gulu~Gulu!"

A martial artist swallowed his saliva with a look of horror.

I saw a fire in the dense forest, and a large number of trees were broken in half, branches piled up into small hills, and the ground was full of pits, big pits connected to small pits, and rocks and stones splashed, a mess, and it was devastated.

The whole dense forest seemed to have been baptized by the artillery fire of the Shenji Camp in the army, and it was devastated.

Looking at this scene, anyone with a little experience would understand that the person who just fought and killed was not an ordinary person.

"Is this a congenital martial artist? Or a Yin God master."

"It is a cultivator who has cultivated into a Yin God."

The martial artist named Ye from the Taoist temple looked at the scene of the charred fracture of the broken tree, and said with a firm tone:

"This Yin God strongman has activated a large number of thunder talismans to kill soldiers and horses. The evil cultivator who controls the soldiers and horses is probably not a match at all."

"Boss, we are late and have been intercepted."

"I know."

Wu Chuanfeng's heart sank, and he felt helpless.

They were very quick. After learning about the case, they immediately rushed to Qingmu and used the magic tools of catching ghosts and summoning. After a lot of hard work, they succeeded in interrogating and found clues to the evil cultivator's traces.

They never expected that someone would take action earlier than them.

"Qingmu Town is really a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There is even a master of Yin God hidden."

Wu Chuanfeng was secretly surprised.

"Boss, shall we go in?"

The martial artists of the Demon Suppression Division hesitated and were undecided.

They came from the Demon Suppression Division. When they encountered such a thing, they should go in and capture the demons and evil spirits as soon as possible. However, the enemy was too powerful, which was another matter.

"This..."

Wu Chuanfeng, the demon-suppression captain, was also a little undecided.

Just as the martial artists hesitated, the wind in the dense forest whistled and rolled.

"People from the Demon Suppression Division, come in and clean up the place!"

The voice was like a huge bell, mighty and majestic.

Upon hearing this, the demon-suppressing lieutenant Wu Chuanfeng and a group of martial artists changed their expressions slightly, and subconsciously wanted to chase after him.

However, somehow, everyone stopped their steps.

"Boss, are you going to chase me?"

"Chase your head, hurry up and put out the thunder and fire."

Half an hour later, Qiuzhen Valley.

"Woo woo woo~"

Bai Zhu held the jar and looked around, with a suspicious face.

Qiu Zhen opened the cloth and quickly browsed it, with a look of relief on his face.

Master Yanshan did not lie before his death. There was indeed a cultivator named "Shilin Jushi" who had obtained a supreme immortal fate, and he had a premonition that his practice of "Supreme Immortal Method" might fail, so he left a letter and a treasure-hunting method for the Taoist friends he knew in advance.

However, "Shilin Jushi" seemed to be very entangled and struggling in his heart. He wanted to leave a method for his friends, but was also worried about harming his friends, so he left a few methods.

It depends on whether his friends have this fate.

Treasures belong to those with virtue.

Facts have proved that Shilin Jushi's friend did not have a predestined relationship. Later, he was killed by the "Master Yanshan" and his chance was taken away.

It is precisely because of this that Master Yanshan only knew that "Shilin Jushi" placed the supreme immortal fate in Qingmu and hid the treasure in the belly of the fish, but he did not know how to find the treasure.

"Fortunately, I did not take chances and acted in time."

Qiu Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At present, it can be basically confirmed that the previous owner of the mysterious gold and silk was this "Shilin Jushi".

This time, the Demon Suppression Division did not seem to know how to find the whereabouts of "Master Yanshan". If he did not kill him in time tonight, the "mysterious gold and silk" would probably enter the vision of the high-level officials of the Demon Suppression Division.

Although it is not easy to suspect him for a while, Qingmu Town will definitely attract the focus of the Demon Suppression Division in the future.

He never wanted to see this situation.

Qiu Zhen looked at the cloth in his hand again, and found nothing else, so he threw it into the fire and burned it clean.

Then, he took out a palm-sized black steel needle with blood-colored patterns all over it from his sleeve.

Qiu Zhen played with the flying needle in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness probed into it. He felt like he had returned to his body, as if there were meridians and blood vessels inside, running freely and smoothly.

For a moment, the blood-red steel needle in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body.

"Yes, it's a flying needle magic weapon."

It's not difficult for cultivators to drive things with spiritual consciousness, but if they want to defend against enemies, they need special spiritual weapons to bring out the power of spiritual consciousness.

"Go!"

Qiu Zhen's mind moved, and the black steel needle flew out with a red light, turning into a long blood-red line.

"Puff~"

The flying needle sank into the rock, and it was five feet deep in the rock at once, with an astonishing speed.

If this flying needle magic weapon is driven by the full power of the Yin God, it will probably penetrate directly even if it is wearing iron armor, and no hard work will be useful.

Under the weaving of cloth, people become a bloody painting in a matter of minutes.

"It would be a waste to use this kind of treasure for Master Yanshan. He won't be able to exert its power at all."

Qiu Zhen was quite satisfied, as only Yin Shen masters could exert their true power on spiritual weapons.

Later, he used "Lei Qi" to warm and nourish blood needles, which further enhanced its power.

Soon, Qiu Zhen's eyes fell on the jar in Bai Shu's hand.

The jar is densely covered with patterns, and in the center is an inverted statue of a god with his hands on the ground and his feet in the air.

This jar is Master Yanshan's weapon of soldiers and horses, and it contains the natal souls of many soldiers and horses.

Just now, his thunder talisman washed the ground, and the bodies of the ghosts collapsed. However, most of them did not really die, but returned to this jar to recuperate.

Master Yanshan died, and the soldiers and horses in the jar became "cold altars". They were already injured, and if no one feeds them or provides food, these soldiers and horses will really lose their souls, and they will not even have the chance to be reincarnated.

Qiu Zhen did not find the "soldier and horse magic" in Master Yanshan, but the "Qingwei Dan Jue", which he majored in, did have the method of sprinkling food as an offering to ghosts.

"That's all, they are all poor devils, let's keep them for now."

Qiu Zhen placed the jar of soldiers and horses in a cool place and put a thunder charm on it to suppress it to prevent the ghosts from escaping. After burning a stick of incense, he stopped caring about it.

Immediately, he took out the [Miluo Palace] from his arms, successfully killed "Master Yanshan" and avenged the young monk Kongyin, and his spiritual consciousness was transmitted to Kundao Yunrou.

Fairy Yunrou might have something to do, but she didn't reply immediately.

However, Qiu Zhen was in a very good mood.

Killing Master Yanshan not only kept his secret, but also settled a worry and repaid the young monk's gift of a treasure.

Qiu Zhen held Baizhu's soft hair and stroked it, his thoughts clear.

Without the hidden danger of the "mysterious golden silk", he is blessed by the Yuanshen Law Body and has a high level of understanding. There are basically no bottlenecks in the early stages of practice. Afterwards, he will develop step by step in Qingmu Town, and he will be able to grow stronger little by little.

"Cheerful, I can finally live a peaceful life."

Qiu Zhen sighed and couldn't help but look up at the moon.

"Boom!"

Just by looking at it like this, Qiu Zhen's expression changed.

There is no other reason. I don’t know when it started, but black clouds were billowing in the sky.

Looking through the distance, he saw two giant red lanterns flickering in the billowing black clouds hundreds of miles away, exuding a strange blood light.

"The big monster in the mountain is fighting again."

For some reason, Qiu Zhen jumped slightly, feeling something bad in his heart, and had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

Regardless of whether you are an innate martial artist or a Yin Shen master, your intuition is very accurate after reaching a certain level.

A whim or a vague feeling is often right.

"this"

Qiu Zhen couldn't help but reach out and pat his face to remove the bad luck.

Let you have a crow's mouth, let you have a crow's mouth.

Bai Zhu in his arms noticed it and was dumbfounded with a look of suspicion on his face.

Obsessed?

Bai Shu was anxious and without saying anything, he raised his buttocks.

"Baizhu, what do you want to do? Just go away and pee, you almost splashed on my face."

"嘤嘤嘤~"

"You bastard, I'm not possessed. Besides, your urine can't cure my obsession."

"嘤嘤嘤~"