Taoist students

Chapter 599

After killing the old storyteller of Immortal Ascension Boundary by attracting Thunder Tribulation.Under the mutation of the Eastern Black Spirit Root and the strong recovery power of the Dacheng Yang Body Forging Technique, after a day of adjustment, the cracked wounds all over his body have healed, and the injuries in his body have also healed.

Only the essence and blood he lost could not be replenished in a short time.Also, the few thin cracks on the body of Nascent Soul sitting cross-legged in his dantian have not healed.

It stands to reason that if the Nascent Soul is injured, it will cause the cultivation base to regress if it is light, and the life and death will disappear if it is serious.

But when he first became a Nascent Soul, Dongfang Mo used the Wood Spirit Dafa to compress his mana again and again, making his mana so thick that it reached an unimaginable level for ordinary people.Therefore, he was able to form a mutated one-color Nascent Soul.

Perhaps it was also for this reason that after his Nascent Soul was injured and cracks appeared in his body, there was no sign of his cultivation retreating.

On the contrary, he can still feel that the Nascent Soul in his body is gradually healing itself, but this process is extremely slow.

Of course, even though his injuries seemed to be harmless, he didn't dare to use too much mana.Because in that case, he might injure Nascent Soul even more, and it might lead to some unimaginably serious consequences.

Therefore, after Dongfang Mo prepared for this incident, he immediately found a place to heal his injuries completely, and only then would he consider how to deal with the Yaozu.

And one day ago, after Lei Jie landed and killed the old storyteller directly, he also cleaned up the valley that collapsed into ruins.

Fortunately for him, the one-time single-item teleportation array was all made of precious materials, so the falling of those boulders did not cause any damage to it.

Therefore, his plan to kill the monks who descended from the Yaozu was not affected.

As for the storage bag he pulled out from the old storyteller's half body before, he added several layers of restraint to it, and then hid it in the thousands of cases.

Later, he found the broken body of the old storyteller's lower body from the ruins, and on the lower half of the body, he found a storage bag that belonged to the old storyteller himself.

Dongfang Mo was naturally surprised and delighted by this.

In his opinion, as an old storyteller for an Immortal Ascension Boundary monk, there must be a lot of good things in the storage bag.Not to mention anything else, there should be quite a few magic tools, spirit stones and the like.

But when he was enthusiastic and easily opened the storage bag that was not equipped with any means or restrictions, and could be easily opened by even a monk in the refining period, he found that there were only some idle items in it, as well as a few items used by mortals. of silver.

Other than that, there wasn't even a single spirit stone.

Dongfang Mo's expression frantically twitched and he didn't give up, and began to search for those idle items one by one.

In the end, he found the broken blade that he had taken away by the old storyteller.Later, a lifelike wood carving, coiled in several circles and shaped like a sea python, was found.

Except for these two things, the rest are mortal things that can be seen everywhere.

At this point, Dongfang Mo's face immediately darkened.

But he was not annoyed because he found nothing when he opened the storage bag, but he was annoyed when he guessed from the empty storage bag of the old storyteller that the one who was killed by Lei Jie should not be the old storyteller himself.

He didn't believe that a dignified Immortal Ascension Boundary cultivator had only these things in his storage bag.

And at this time, he also suddenly remembered that before the old storyteller was killed by Lei Jie, he had told him to keep the storage bag for him, and now Dongfang Mo finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

In all likelihood, the old storyteller from before was a doppelganger.

At this time, he thought again, if the old storyteller before was a doppelgänger, then his deity probably had a cultivation level above the Immortal Ascension Boundary.

Because most of the techniques that can refine clones can only be differentiated into clones that are one or even two levels lower than their own cultivation base.I have never heard that there is a heaven-defying avatar technique that can be refined to the same level as my own.

Thinking that he had offended a person of this level, Dongfang Mo's heart beat a little.

"Gurgling..."

Just when his face was ugly, a white light flashed suddenly, and a small white monkey the size of a palm appeared on his shoulder.

Dongfang Mo's mind moved, and he finally came back to his senses.Anyway, at least now he's safe.As for the many troubles he will face in the future, he may have to rely on that cheap ancestor.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the little monkey on his shoulder, and then his eyelids twitched.

One day ago, when the monkey was fighting the old storyteller, it didn't know where to hide. It didn't dare to sneak back until the movement disappeared.

Seeing that Dongfang Mo was still alive, the beast's eyes were full of disbelief.

But it also seems to have a very strong tolerance. After a brief surprise, it accepted the fact that Dongfang Mo had solved that powerful old storyteller without borders.

Next, the beast naturally asked Dongfang Mo to get back the "seed" that belonged to it.

In return, Dongfang Mo still ignored it.

This made the little white monkey extremely annoyed, and pointed at him and cursed for a while.In the end, he even threatened him that if he did not hand over the "seed", he would not return his strange blade.

But Dongfang Mo still didn't care.

And just when the monkey was annoyed by him and was about to leave, Dongfang Mo turned his mind and took out a wooden box from the storage bag, and opened the wooden box in front of the monkey.

When he saw a dry young tree with a height of one foot lying in the wooden box with deep red lines on the surface, the beast's eyes widened immediately, and an expression of undisguised longing appeared on its face.

But after Dongfang Mo gave it a look, he buckled the wooden box and put away the small tree.

His actions made the beast scratch its head, if it could not beat Dongfang Mo, it would probably grab it by force.And ever since he saw the little tree, the monkey never wanted to leave.What made Dongfang Mo even more speechless was that the Poor Monkey obsequiously returned his strange blade.

He originally had the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that the Seven Wonderful Tree, which was very attractive to the monster race, would also be very attractive to this Poor monkey.The unintentional move gave him a pleasant surprise.

In any case, as long as this beast is willing to be by his side, it is possible to subdue it.

"Is this beast also a strange beast?"

Just when Dongfang Mo was still surprised that the Seven Wonderful Tree could attract the monkey, Gu Ya, who was fluttering beside him at this time, looked at the little white monkey and asked.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo nodded: "It should be."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Low-law starfields sometimes have the benefits of low-law starfields. For example, some things that are severely constrained by the power of law often appear in low-law starfields, but not necessarily in high-law starfields. "Hearing his answer, Gu Ya said in a rather sour tone.

"Oh? There is such a saying." Dongfang Mo said in surprise.

In his opinion, no matter what, there should be more and better things in the high-law star field.But according to what Gu Ya said, it doesn't seem to be the case at all.

"How long have you been practicing? You have a lot to learn." Gu Ya mocked.

"That's true, for example, the Blue Demon Clan, Xiaodao has never heard of it." But Dongfang Mo didn't care about his ridicule.

"The Blue Demon Clan can only be regarded as a small group compared to the Human Race or the Monster Clan. However, although there are not many people in this clan, they are full of masters, especially the high-level monks. All of them have great supernatural powers. Some of the spells and supernatural powers are even more weird, and they are often hard to guard against." Gu Ya seemed to explain.

"So that's the case." Dongfang Mo nodded, and the next moment he seemed to think of something, and then said: "By the way, you said that you even killed the people of their sect, and who is their sect? "

"Their ancestor is the owner of the Black Rain Stone Magical Artifact in your hand." Gu Ya said after pondering for a moment.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo showed a little surprise on his face.

Back then on Pengdao Island, when he got the Black Rain Stone, Gu Ya said that it belonged to a powerful group, but he didn't expect that group to be the ancestor of the Blue Devils.

But he didn't mean to ask in detail, Gu Ya, the old bastard, likes to play tricks the most, and sometimes it's useless to ask.If he wanted to say it, even if he blocked his mouth, he would find a way to say it.

After heaving a sigh of relief, Dongfang Mo put his palm into the cuff of his right hand again, subconsciously rubbed the three-foot black whip on his arm, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wondered in his mind what this black whip called "Nightmare Tail", which could restrain the old storytellers of the Blue Demons, was what it was.

It's just that he doesn't even know the bones and teeth, even if he wants to smash his head, there will be no results.

Time passed quickly, and half an hour later, when he was frowning and thinking, suddenly there was a soft "poof", and the lightning array he had arranged in front finally exhausted its own power, and the formation collapsed.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo showed ecstasy on his face.I saw him appearing on the top of the hill in front of him in a blur.

Then he looked down at a round bead the size of a fist placed on the stage in front of him.

The Blue Devils, like the monsters, broke through to the Infant Realm by condensing mana in the dantian into the shape of a "pill".In the whole world, it seems that only the human race is cultivating Nascent Soul.So the round bead in the old storyteller's body can also be called the demon pill.

Now the old storyteller's demon pill has been successfully refined into a Tianleizi by him.

Sensing the destructive power contained in the Thunderbolt in front of him, Dongfang Mo's eyes burst into light, and his heart trembled wildly.

As for the little white monkey on his shoulder, when it saw the thunderbolt, it fled hundreds of meters away with a "swoosh" before it dared to stop.At this time, it was nervously looking in the direction of Dongfang Mo, obviously very afraid of the Sky Thunder Son.

Dongfang Mo didn't have the heart to pay attention to this beast. At this moment, he stretched out his palm, exuding a soft suction, and carefully held the sky thunder in his palm.

After putting this object in front of him, he saw a tiny arc flickering from time to time in the original blue demon pill, which looked extremely magnificent, and the object in his palm was like a peerless treasure.

After feeling it for a while, Dongfang Mo looked at Gu Ya and said, "How can we completely shield the breath of this thing so that it can be hidden under the formation. Otherwise, the fluctuation of this thing will be easily noticed. "

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