I cultivate immortality by guarantee

Chapter 8 8. Come here!
There are seven peaks in Fuluo Mountain where Shangqingzong is located. The Daqing Peak on the southeast side of Xiaoqing Peak is the main peak, and Wenwen Rock is on it.

Since it is inconvenient to lead people and escape, Wang Chao'an uses his sword.

Lu Huan studied for a long time, and the old king's sword is not as good as his own axe.

In the world of cultivating immortals, flying with a sword is divided into two types. One is to fly standing up, usually for pretending or carrying people, and the other is to fly with the sword, usually for rushing or chasing.

Obviously, an ax is a superior choice to a sword, no matter which way you fly.

Standing and flying, the ax blade is broad, no matter whether it is inside or outside, you can stand firmly. The sword is not good, the blade is narrow and long, and the feet have to be forward and backward, which is awkward and tiring.

Holding it to fly, the ax face is big and wide, and the wind resistance is relatively small. From the perspective of scientific cultivation of immortals, it means that it consumes less mana, flies faster, and is more convenient to escape and kill people.

Not long after, the two arrived in front of the Wenwen Rock on the mountainside of Daqing Peak.

Wenwen Rock is a huge rock. It is said that it was stored on the Daqing Peak when the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty established the sect. The successive suzerains would leave their imprints and exercises on it, and strengthen it layer by layer.

To put it bluntly, it is just an ordinary giant rock, with special effects added in the later stage.

Five huge red copper fingers on the periphery rose from the ground, as if they were holding Wendaoyan in their palms. This is the hand mask left by the first suzerain.

The ground is water-milled white jade, walking on it, taking a picture of it, it was polished by the second generation suzerain with his own gold.

The place closest to Wenwen Rock, there is a footprint, huge as a bucket, full of aura, left by the three generations of patriarchs, you can't step on it casually, it is easy to get pregnant.

In addition to these lace scenes, there are also rock statues of suzerains of past dynasties on Wenwen Rock.

The Shangqing sect has successively served as suzerains for four generations. The rock statues of the first, second and third suzerains are dignified and upright. The fourth suzerains are only half-length, and their faces have been erased.

Jiang Qiandeng, the fourth-generation patriarch, turned to the magic way 18 years ago. The reclusive third-generation patriarch had no choice but to take care of him. The old tree blossomed to remove his head, so that the Shangqing sect has no new suzerain until now, and has been taken care of by the acting suzerain door business.

"Hey, someone is building a foundation again?"

"Is it a boy with seven chakras?"

"Seven chakras in one breath?"

"Isn't it a ghost wheel?"

"Are all the kids these days so awesome?"

Lu Huan felt a little deceiving, this chattering head stuck in the crevice of the rock was the fourth suzerain.

With no eyebrows and a mustache, he just looks like this, with his facial features blended together, he is actually a little handsome.

"Don't pay attention to him, leaving only the head looks much better than before, at least the overall coordination is much better."

Wang Chao'an and Jiang Qiandeng are of the same generation and old acquaintances. Although they only have the cultivation level of Yuanying, it is not in vain for this 18-year-old head to be chopped off.

"Oh, it seems that the rumor is true."

Lu Huan nodded approvingly.

"What rumor?"

The eyebrowless head asked a question, he was dead and he couldn't die, and he had no hands or feet, so he could only babble to pass the time.

Lu Huan looked around like a thief, put his palms on his lips, and said in a low voice: "The fourth generation of my clan masters are 1.4 meters tall, and only their heads are big. The magic skills of the sky and the earth are all out, and they are half shorter than others. In order to grow taller, I fell into the magic way."

"How dare you!"

The browless head turned into anger from embarrassment, and suddenly the spiritual energy surged, and the beard and hair stood on end.

"Don't make trouble, go in quickly."

Wang Chao'an frowned, swung his palm violently, urged mana to stimulate finger pillars, white jade, and footprints, and it took a while before he calmed down.

"Ok."

Lu Huan walked straight into Wenwenyan. The lords of the Shangqing Sect were at least in the state of transforming gods, and Jiang Qiandeng was the best among them. He just wanted to see what power a head had. Looking at it now, it was quite impressive. Forced, Huashen should be the top combat power of the sect.

Wenwenyan has a self-contained space inside, using the Mustard Sumeru method, which can accommodate ten thousand people, and there are countless exercises stored in it.

Looking around, you can see a fairy pond, in which there are blossoming green lotuses.

Some are extremely quiet, floating in place, while others are swaying around, as if they are playing and playing. At first glance, they look like urchins.

However, no matter whether it is moving or still, every green lotus is lit with traces of Dao rhyme, and the ripples are even more mysterious.

Because in the green lotus, there are hidden exercises.

Four skills and six skills are the foundation of the Shangqing sect. Any one of them, if practiced to the limit, can pluck the stars and capture the moon, transform the gods and enlighten the Tao. The Sanjiu Xuangong practiced by Pang Qing and Wang Chao'an is one of them. Stored in Qinglian.

Lu Huan stretched out his hand and made a gesture similar to heartfelt.

In an instant, there were green lotus ups and downs, and lotus seeds were born.

Cultivation pays attention to the law of destiny. The disciples of the Shangqing Sect entered Wendaoyan. No one knows which green lotus hides the most powerful skills. It can only rely on fate. The green lotus that can give birth to lotus seeds is destined for you For skills, you can choose a lotus seed to take away.

In the words of cultivating immortals, there are no rubbish exercises in this world, only monks who have lost their roots of wisdom, people who are truly transcendent, can become masters by relying on a book of five years of refining Qi and three years of foundation building.

Lu Huan felt every lotus seed.

""Wind Control Technique""

""Shadowless Legs""

"Thirteen Swords of Poverty"

Several.

Lu Huan looked composed.

They are all extremely popular spells, and there are no more powerful exercises.

Not to mention the four skills and six skills of the level of Sanjiu Xuangong!
"It turns out that these Qinglians have such high expectations of me. Even if it is an ordinary exercise, I can use it to practice, prove the Tao and become a saint, and it will rise and be regarded as the true method of a saint by the world."

"Unfortunately, I only like difficult ones."

These exercises that can be seen everywhere are too simple, and they don't need to be opened to practice, and they are meaningless at all.

Lu Huan clenched his fist and asked Lianzi to take it back.

Occasionally, I saw a green lotus jumping the most. In the whole fairyland, this green lotus is like a big devil. When I see a green lotus approaching, I have to go up and touch it. If others don’t mess with it, it will still float. Hit it in the past.

"It's just you."

Lu Huan pointed, Qinglian didn't vomit lotus seeds, but the sky lantern was on.

"Karma. It's a bit big."

Lu Huan frowned slightly. He felt the energy and blood in his body surging, and his mana was a little out of control. If it continued, he would be seriously injured again.

"The greater the cause and effect of contamination, the more it means that it is a good thing, and it really has a destiny with me."

He took out a large pile of pills sent by Wang Chao'an and Pang Qing, and swallowed them all in one go. Taking advantage of the seven chakras, he absorbed the aura with all his strength to run mana and protect his heart veins.

"It's still the most direct and best to use the Qi and Blood Pill, but there are only these now, so just use it as long as you can't die."

Lu Huan kept pointing fingers, staring at Qinglian:

"Give me some face."

The ground light was on, and blood was vomited.

"These pills have so much stamina? Looks like hyperlipidemia?"

Lu Huan frowned, looking at the undissolved blood spewed in Yao Chi, and stirred it with an axe.

No matter how thick and thick the blood is, no matter how dark the color is, the more it is stirred, the more it will fade.

carry on.

"This thing is destined for me, and it should be in my hands!"

The lights are on.

The three life lights were all on, Qinglian ignored Lu Huan at all, and was still playing with the bumper car on her own, bumping left and rubbing right, having a great time.

How can fate be forced?

call--

Lu Huan let out a long breath, carefully adjusted his breath a few times, calmed down, and settled down. All three life lights were on, and it was time to turn on and hang up.

He turned his right hand into a fist, with his index finger stretched out.

ticked.

"You, come here!"

(End of this chapter)