Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Vietnam.

At this time, the desolate and inhabited Linglu Mountains were still as usual.

Within a thousand li radius, a faint miasma was shrouded.

suddenly.

A flash of spiritual light came from afar.

The aura suddenly paused and stayed over the Linglu Mountain Range.

Gong Zhiyang glanced at it, and Xu Shi beside him said flatly:

"But here!"

heard the words.

"Report to Master, it is here!"

Xu Shi quickly replied.

Immediately.

A vast spiritual consciousness spread out from Gong Zhiyang's body.

In an instant, the formation under the ground was directly penetrated into the formation as if it were nothing in front of the vast spiritual consciousness.

The huge space at the bottom of the mountain emerged in Gong Zhiyang's heart.

Moments later.

A cold light flashed in Gongsunyang's eyes, and he said coldly:

"Sure enough, it's you!"

"I didn't expect you to hide here!"

at the same time.

In the underground space, in the palace at the center, sits cross-legged a monk wearing a hooded black robe and a bloodstained mask on his cheek.

Sensing that vast spiritual consciousness, he knew that this place was exposed, and that the person who came was still a Yuanying Zhenjun.

See here.

Although he didn't know it was the ancestor of the family, he didn't hesitate, and turned into a bloody light, fleeing outside.

Standing in the void, Gong Zhiyang saw a ray of blood escape, and said coldly:

"Can you escape?"

With a thought.

An invisible wave spread out in an instant.

in a blink.

It shrouded that blood light.

In an instant, time seemed to have stopped, the blood light stopped in place, but it still kept rushing forward, and a figure could be vaguely seen in the blood light.

I saw that Gong Zhiyang stretched out his hand, and a golden storage bag shot out and fell into his hand.

A wave of tyrannical consciousness instantly destroyed the imprint of the original owner's consciousness.

Lean less.

Gong Zhiyang frowned, stretched out his hand to hold it, and the figure was captured in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Wearing a hooded black robe and a mask with blood patterns on his face, the sect master of Xuelianmen cast a resentful glance at Gong Zhiyang and the traitor Xu Shi.

Immediately.

Xue Lianmen, the owner of the sect, turned his eyes away, no longer paying attention to the traitor Xu Shi, and cursed with an extremely unwilling expression on his face:

"Old thief Gongzhi, you sacrifice blood to my 362 blood-related monks on Qingya Island, and countless clansmen!"

"Today, even if I die here, you will never find Xue Linglong!"

Talking about the Blood Refining Gate, in the dantian of the gate master, the blood crow-like pattern on the surface of the golden core became more and more red.

The golden pill exuded a bloody halo, like a pill about to explode.

Gong Zhiyang felt the changes in the opponent's breath and spiritual pressure.

He snorted coldly and said:

"If you want to blow yourself up in front of this seat, you are not qualified enough!"

As Gong Zhiyang said, a stream of crystal-clear magic power shot out from his fingertips, sinking into the opponent's body.

"If you want to die, hand over Xue Linglong first."

"Otherwise, the Blood Fiend Sect has a lot of tricks, let you explain clearly, you should understand very well!"

"Old man, do you really think I have nothing to do?"

Xuelianmen, the owner of the sect, glanced at Gong Zhiyang angrily, and said:

"burst!"

I saw a magic talisman shining in the skirt of the clothes, instantly connecting the golden core in the body.

"boom!"

After a loud bang.

There is no trace of the Blood Refining Sect or the Sect Master here.

In front of Gong Zhiyang, there was a layer of crystal clear mana light curtain.

Not only did Gong Zhiyang not suffer any injuries, even Xu Shi's robes were not disheveled.

But a trace of anger flashed in Gongzhiyang's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash, but his expression was still as calm as stagnant water.

immediately.

His vast spiritual consciousness spread out, and he searched carefully in the Linglu Mountains.

After a long time. Nothing.

I saw that Gong Zhiyang stretched out his hand and patted forward, and the aura swept over and instantly turned into a giant palm that lifted the sky, and the texture on his palm was clearly visible.

"boom!"

The mountain in front of me was photographed as a gigantic pit thousands of feet in size, but its depth was unfathomable, and only a dark patch could be seen.

Originally, under the mountain, there were many blood cultivators in the underground space.

At this time, they all turned into balls of meat foam, mixed with the soil, and buried deep in the ground, leaving no one alive.

See here.

Xu Shi was horrified, he didn't expect his new master to have such awe-inspiring power.

He didn't feel any heartache for the many colleagues of the Blood Refining Sect.

He joined the Blood Refining Sect, he was coerced before, and then it was just a matter of going with the flow.

Therefore, Xu Shi didn't have the slightest feeling for the Blood Refining Gate.

Immediately.

Gong Zhiyang waved his hand and released a flash of spiritual light, which enveloped Xu Shi.

Moments later, the two disappeared in the Linglu Mountains.

After a full hour, only monks came here.

Seeing the bottomless giant palm handprint, they all marveled at it!

I don't know what kind of expert it is to have such infinite divine power.

After that, many monks had different opinions, and some people speculated: it was the work of the Jindan stage monks.

Some monks also guessed; it is the trace left by the venerable god.

Of course, some monks correctly guessed that this was the handprint taken by a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Here, what happened spread quickly.

One after another of sound transmission symbols turned into streams of light, which spread rapidly across the six countries.

at this moment.

Somewhere, two hundred feet deep underground, Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, practicing quietly.

suddenly.

He seemed to have sensed something, and then he stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in them.

Cheng Buzheng reached out and took out the jade talisman that was shining white.

God's consciousness probes in.

less Yan.

Cheng Buzheng stood up straight away.

Not long.

A black and white flowing aura appeared in the secret room.

The aura dissipated, revealing a monk with a stern face.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng replenished mana for the two puppets again.

After half a day.

Cheng Buzheng stretched out his hand and put the two puppets away.

Immediately.

With a thought.

Cheng Buzheng turned into a black and white flowing aura, fleeing upwards.

A black and white flowing aura shoots out of the ground and shoots towards the Baiyun Mountains.

this day.

A black and white flowing aura came from afar.

suddenly.

After a moment of inspiration, Cheng Buzheng changed his mind, took out three small gray bags from his arms, and then wiped the storage bag on his waist.

I saw that he raised his right hand, and a young monk with a stern face appeared in front of him.

The stern-faced young man took the storage bag and flew directly to Baiyun City in the distance.

And Cheng Buzheng continued to fly towards the sect...

The stern-faced monk entered Baiyun City, sold the last top-grade magic weapon, the Xuanling Scissors, and exchanged it for spirit stones, then went in and out of various elixir shops to buy elixir.

After going in and out, after spending more than 800 spirit stones completely, he walked to the underground fire room in Baiyun City.

At this time, the second-order puppet is enough to refine the first-order elixir, but the second-order elixir 'Qingyun Dan', the puppet still cannot refine it, only the body can refine the second-order elixir.

It was also Cheng Buzheng who scrapped a pot of panacea and bought it.