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Chapter 115 Five Hundred Years of Practice

Thinking of this, the old man's face suddenly turned red with excitement.

"Mountain God, did a fairy come here just now?"

Looking at the mountain god in the mountain temple, the old man asked hurriedly.

The old man's tone was extremely hasty, but after his words fell, the mountain god in front of him did not move at all.

"Answer me? Did a fairy come here just now? Otherwise, how could you get such a big benefit?"

Feeling the dao rhyme revealed between the lines, the old man looked extremely anxious at this moment.

He wants to know, where is that fairy elder now?

He came in the fog, but he didn't sense that there were other people nearby.

You know, those are ordinary people.

The old man's tone was anxious, but the mountain god, who had not fully enlightened his wisdom, could not answer. He was still in a calm state at the moment.

Seeing this scene, the old man felt disappointed, "You just opened up a little bit of spiritual wisdom, and the immortal elder bestowed such a rhyme to help you escape from ignorance as soon as possible. I have been waiting here for such a long time."

"I have helped a lot of people because I have a little magic power, but no one can help me practice."

"This old man has cultivated for five hundred years, but his mana has not improved by a single inch. Although he is a hundred-year-old demon, his mana is the same as some century-old demons. The road of cultivation is like a fog covering the eyes, making it difficult for people to see the direction."

There was a trace of confusion in the old man's muddy eyes.

He really didn't know what to do now.

In order to be able to meet the Immortal Chief, he specially showed up many times at the end of the dynasty, saved many people and gave a lot of benefits.

In order to be able to see those fairy elders.

At his age, he knows a little bit about immortals.

At the end of the dynasty, there are monsters everywhere. For their own way of practice, the monsters will rob the luck of the human dynasty and devour human flesh and blood to practice.

And at this moment, there will be immortal cultivators coming down the mountain to slay demons and eliminate demons.

His morality is too low to dare to do those things, and he is also afraid of being directly beheaded by the immortal cultivator.

So he hid here, doing some good deeds, hoping to attract the attention of those elders.

If a fairy elder comes here after hearing the news, he can also seek the way of cultivating immortals.

"I don't know if the elder fairy is here? The little demon has practiced for five hundred years, but he has long since stopped the path of cultivation. Could you ask the elder fairy to give me some pointers? Even if I can get the copybook that is like a mountain god here, the little demon will definitely be grateful." .”

Seeing that the mountain god hadn't moved for a long time, the old man suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly knelt down and bowed to his surroundings.

The words are full of sincerity.

At this moment, Fang Zelin was already in the fog.

After watching the scene in front of him completely, Fang Zelin froze in place.

From this point of view, the expert here is actually just a goblin?
This is completely different from what he thought.

No wonder when I came here, I didn't feel the slightest aura here.

While Fang Zelin was meditating, he suddenly saw the old man in front of him speaking earnestly, even knelt down on his knees, and bowed to the surroundings.

Such a scene made Fang Zelin feel mixed emotions.

He has practiced until now, but he has never met other immortal cultivators, and he is not very clear about cultivation matters.

How can I point out the other party?
As for the copybook the other party said, it was just sitting in front of the mountain temple just now, and suddenly a little enlightenment arose, and I wrote it on a whim.

Now Fang Zelin wanted to ask him to write another one, but he couldn't do it.

From the words of the old man in front of him, Fang Zelin understood something. The little bit of enlightenment he had just now seemed to be extremely powerful.

From this point of view, he has cultivated to this day, and his cultivation along the way should be correct.

It's a pity that Fang Zelin really couldn't write the copybook the other party asked for.

Looking at the other party's appearance of kneeling in all directions, Fang Zelin felt a little empathetic.

I think he was looking for immortals all the way before, but he has never found any trace.

But after Luojian Mountain, Fang Zelin was no longer so persistent.

He felt that if he walked this way, he was already practicing on the way.

If you meet other immortal cultivators, it's just to understand some confusions on the road of cultivation.

As for the others, it is estimated that cultivation should continue as usual in the future.

Ugh.
Looking at the other party's appearance, Fang Zelin secretly sighed in his heart.

I came to Baishi Town from thousands of miles away, and originally wanted to find a fellow immortal cultivator, but I never thought that I was also looking for an immortal cultivator similar to myself.

The other party has practiced for 500 years and has not found any other cultivators.

Tsk, this cultivator is really hard to find.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin quietly turned and left immediately.

The other party has practiced for five hundred years, and he is a cultivator who has just practiced for more than a year. He really has nothing to teach the other party.

Tell the other party to show the way?Fang Zelin felt that he did not have that ability.

Unless you can understand once, it's not too bad to write your own enlightenment into a copybook.

But the question is, where is this thing so easy.

In order not to disturb the other party, Fang Zelin immediately backed down the mountain carefully.

Fortunately, it didn't disturb the other party.

The old man sat in front of the mountain temple, shouting for a long time, but still no one appeared.

Immediately, he turned his eyes to the mountain temple beside him.

This treasure stays here, if he wants to snatch it, the mountain god will have no way to resist it.

But if he makes a move, what if the fairy elder is on the side?

But he shouted for a long time, but he didn't see the fairy elder coming, so he must have left.

When the old man thought of this, his expression was full of confusion.

He knew that if he took this copybook, he would definitely be able to figure out his future cultivation path.

But he was just afraid.

Even if the Immortal Chief is not here at this moment, who knows if the other party will come back?
Seeing that the copybook was taken away, how could the other party let it go?
At that time, even if you know the future path of practice, I am afraid that the only way is to perish.

It's just that such a shining treasure is here, and his heart is salivating again.

For a moment, he was deadlocked here, not knowing what to do.

Following his stalemate, the sun had quietly set, and then a bright moon slowly climbed over the willow branches.

The next moment, a ray of bright moonlight seemed to be drawn by something, and when it fell on the fog, it passed through the fog directly.

The moonlight fell straight in front of the mountain temple.

It seems that this round of bright moon has directly acted as a lantern, hanging far away on the edge of the sky.

"what?"

The old man suddenly saw a round of moonlight shining down, and he was taken aback for a moment.

The spells I cast are actually useless at this moment!

(End of this chapter)