Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 56
"Damn it, this old bastard is so shameless. If it weren't for the protection of Tianlu corpse clothes, I'm afraid I'd be rolling all over the floor in pain."

Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, Xue Leng couldn't help scolding the other party for being shameless in his heart.

"After returning to the sect, we have to hurry up and build the foundation."

Xue Leng has never been so eager to strengthen his own strength, perhaps only under the inexplicable threat of death, this unexpected desire to survive will erupt.

Under the trend of strong determination, a tiny blood glow suddenly appeared in his palm, instantly turning the already dead Evil Gu rot fly maggot into a piece of ashes, which drifted away with the wind...

Luckily escaped, Xue Leng asked Situ Yu for instructions in a low voice, then turned around and looked at the fellow monk who had been bewitched.

When he came to the crowd who had fallen to the ground, he was surprised to find that Tang Yan had also blocked the plot of the corpse Buddha and the old devil.

This guy is currently squatting in a relatively secluded place, holding a living evil worm maggot with one hand, and fiddles with it attentively.

From that look, this evil maggot looks like his pet, and occasionally it would use its pointed head to bump his palm.

Seeing this scene, Xue Leng was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions. Although he and Tang Yan were at odds, they were both disciples of the same school.

On the bright side, the two basically don't know how to face each other. It's best not to talk. It saves a few words and then fights, which delays the time to treat others and only makes others laugh.

Obviously, Tang Yan thought the same way, hiding away by himself, as if he had never seen Xue Leng before.

After a few hours.

On Tianxing Mountain, in a huge cultivation square, a group of people, led by Tianfu Zhenren, the head of the Tianxing Sect, was looking up at the sky, anxiously waiting for something.

Many people in the crowd are whispering earnestly——

"Hello? Have you heard that the trial mission in the Valley of Sealing Demons this time seems to be much more difficult than the previous ones, and I don't know how many people will die."

"Yeah, luckily I didn't choose to take risks there, otherwise with my strength, I definitely wouldn't be able to come back alive.

It is better to patiently spend more time and effort to do some sect tasks, and exchange for the Foundation Establishment Pill in a safe and stable way. Even if the foundation cannot be established in the future, it is much better to die of old age slowly than to die now. "

"Hey, thinking about the senior brothers who lived together in the past, it's really desolate to die in the Valley of Sealing Demons without any bones left."

"Yes, yes~"

There were endless sighs and exclamations from the crowd, which made a girl in a blue skirt who was already extremely worried feel her heart tighten and she was about to shed tears.

This woman's bare bare feet and clean ankles are tied with a small silver bell. From time to time, she makes a moving sound like a silver bell, which makes people's hearts flutter when they hear it.

Such a cute and mischievous girl was uncharacteristically at this time, unconsciously holding her curly hair tightly with both hands, with a worried expression on her face.

From time to time, he whispered something silently from his cherry-red mouth, which made people feel sorry for him after seeing it.

"Senior Brother Tang, you must come back."

On the other hand, Han Ming was like an ant on a hot pot, sweating profusely and muttering non-stop.

"Brother, you must come back~"

When Han Ming remembered the scene of talking and laughing with Xue Leng Zengjin, he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes. After calling out "senior brother", he couldn't bear the torment of waiting any longer, and burst into tears on the spot.

Han Ming has always been brainless and never cared about his own face. This public crying immediately attracted the attention of countless disciples, but everyone's eyes were different.

At this moment, a shout of joy suddenly came from the crowd——

"Look, they're back, it's Master Situ's Night Dire Centipede Dragon!"

With this shout, everyone's eyes were immediately focused on the direction where the ferocious giant beast appeared.
"It seems that, as reported by Junior Brother Situ, the number of disciples who died in this trial is indeed the most in history."

Immortal Tianfu saw dozens of sparse figures on Dire Centipede Dragon, his heart sank suddenly.

When these disciples went, they also watched them leave. At that time, there were more than 100 people on the Dire Centipede Dragon, but this time only dozens of people came back. There is no doubt that the other Everyone died in the Valley of Sealing Demons.

"Pass my order, the disciples who come back alive this time, in addition to the reward for handing in the elixir, each will be rewarded with 300 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, plus [-] sect contribution points."

"Yes, master master!"

A cultivator at the foundation stage standing beside Daoist Tianfu immediately nodded in response, and whispered to the deacon disciples behind him to go down and prepare rewards according to the instructions of the master.

The Dire Centipede flew extremely fast, and within the time it took to speak, it came to the big square in front of the Tianxing Temple.

After landing steadily, and jumping down eagerly from the head of Centipede Dragon first, it was Situ Yu, a swordsman with a handsome face and white brows, who was heroic and handsome.

After a few steps to the real Tianfu, before he could catch his breath, he eagerly reported the affairs of the valley to the real Tianfu.

"Brother, the bone spirit seniors of the True Spirit Sect have released the news that the Tianshi Valley will become the fourth largest outer sect and merge into the True Spirit Mountain Range soon..."

After saying hello to Han Ming, and casually handing in a few rubbish spiritual grasses, Xue Leng rushed to the Hall of Spiritual Talismans without stopping.

Hurrying all the way, Xue Leng, who was tired and out of breath, wiped the sweat from his head, and then stopped at the gate of the Spirit Talisman Hall.

Looking up, the Spirit Talisman Hall is still in its old state of disrepair, but the atmosphere today seems a little different from usual.

Lifting his feet and stepping into the palace gate, several slightly sad eyes rushed towards his face, which made Xue Leng a little baffled, and couldn't help but speculate in his heart:
"Could it be that the identity of the old man Xueyu has been discovered?"

A bad premonition arose in his heart, Xue Leng hurriedly quickened his pace, and in the dreary atmosphere of the disciples of the Spirit Talisman Hall, he quickly passed through the main hall and came to the back hall, where the monk surnamed Fang was usually in charge.

However, before entering the back hall, a familiar voice came out first, which immediately stopped his progress.

"As a teacher, I regret letting you take risks in the Valley of Sealing Demons. As a teacher... it's a bit too selfish."

"What? Who's dead?"

"Could it be... Master Fang's apprentice died in the Valley of Sealing Demons?"

After confirming the news, Xue Leng secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and the huge stone on his heart was also thrown away, disappearing without a trace.

Seeing the friar surnamed Fang who was crying in a mess, Xue Leng shook his head slightly, feeling disgusted in his heart.

I just feel that Fang's surname is too hypocritical, and it's not that he doesn't know where Fengmo Valley is.

It was really disgusting to put on this face afterwards.

After pondering for a few breaths, he passed the opponent directly and walked straight towards the inner hall. Not long after, he came to the small courtyard of True Monarch Blood Feather.

"Master, disciple Xue Leng is back, and I'm here to kowtow to you, old man!"

(End of this chapter)