Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 71 Desolate Corpse Evil Skull (The chapter is closed, please repost)
Looking at the mess in the room, Xue Leng stood with his hands behind his hands for a while, not in a hurry to search for the storage bag.

Instead, he sat down on the high chair, raised his eyelids, and thought quietly.

a long time.

After the bloody smell in the room gradually dissipated, he stood up and cleaned the battlefield quite skillfully.

Half an hour later, outside Xianyuan City.

Xue Leng has already changed his face, with disheveled hair, broken eyebrows and a cold face, just like the dead Xue Ku.

At this time, he was pinching a heart-drawing talisman intently, perceiving it carefully, turning his body in a different direction from time to time.

Because he had to stay in the city to deal with some private matters, and he was afraid that the younger generation who practiced Qi under his command would delay the schedule.

So on the first day he arrived in Xianyuan City, he ordered Tong Ying to pretend to be himself, and led the brigade on the road first.

It happened to be able to use this to avoid potential threats, and even if the things in the city were exposed, he would not leave any clues.

At least on the surface.

After a few breaths of effort, he stuffed the heart-drawing talisman into his bosom, and the "purple jade" on his temples also flew away into the air.

As soon as the purple light came on, his size suddenly increased dozens of times. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a palm-length hosta into a flying boat the size of Zhang Xu.

Xue Leng leaped lightly, stepped on the flying boat, looked for a certain direction, and disappeared into the sky with a "swoosh".

There was only a long howling sound, which echoed in the dense forest outside the city for a long time.

After driving all the way for most of the day, Xue Leng's mind was exhausted, and he felt faintly overwhelmed.

Not to mention, although the wind-attributed air weapon is inferior to the thunder-type spiritual weapon by more than a notch in escape speed, it far surpasses it in terms of endurance.

In the past, Yukong hadn't been on the road for a long time, and he still couldn't feel it. After some experiments this time, Xue Leng was quite a surprise.

Although he was in a good mood, he couldn't stand the loss of spiritual consciousness after a long journey.

After deliberating for a few breaths, he had no choice but to slow down his escape speed, and found a dense forest in the middle of the soil.

I'm going to take a break for a while, and add some wind attribute spiritual power to Ziyu by the way.

It has to be said that the spiritual weapon is indeed much better than the magic weapon.

Leaving aside the power, just sealing up spiritual power and greatly reducing the user's consumption is a feature that is not comparable to magic weapons.

Inserting the purple jade into the temples again, Xue Leng quietly landed on the branch of a prosperous ancient tree.

After holding her breath subconsciously, the dark soul glowed in her eyes again.

In an instant, a powerful spiritual consciousness close to the late stage of foundation establishment extended in all directions.

After a long while, after making sure that there were no living creatures within a hundred meters, he jumped off the branch.

As soon as he landed, Xue Leng habitually looked around. Except for some dense forests and lush green shrubs, he found nothing unusual.

Even wild animals in the forest are rare, so it seems that this place is quite a secluded place.

After nodding his head and ordering the Bone Nether Corpse to lie dormant in the ground, Xue Leng calmly took out a futon and sat down.

After taking a Void Spirit Pill to nourish the soul, he took out another mid-grade Wind Spirit Stone, and carefully replenished Ziyu's spiritual power.

In less than two hours, one person and one hairpin were back to their best condition.

After playing with the slightly dim Wind Spirit Stone, Xue Leng thought to himself:
"From this point of view, a middle-grade wind spirit stone can support Ziyu for about ten hours. If it is fully stimulated, the time may be reduced by half."

"This is still a middle-grade spirit stone. If it is replaced by a low-grade spirit stone, I'm afraid it will be enough to hold on for a quarter of an hour..."

After secretly complaining for a while, Xue Leng felt a little pain in his flesh, and then put away the wind spirit stone.

Turning over, he felt the mana in his body that was still full, and was about to set off again.

However, at this moment, a faint sound of fighting came from the forest not far away, and Xue Leng raised his eyebrows when he heard it.

"Huh? There are people fighting in this barren mountain?"

"It looks like mana fluctuates, and I don't want to be someone with a high cultivation base."

After thinking about it for a while, Xue Leng's heart moved, and he thought that he could also try it out, after the strengthening of the Hundred Ghosts Nourishing Soul Chapter, what is the limit of his own spiritual consciousness?

If you can't crush the same level, it is necessary to upgrade again.

At this moment, I am carrying the blood essence of the three cultivators of the Xue family. If I refine all of it, it should increase my lifespan by a lot.

It shouldn't be a big problem to support the consumption of the Hundred Ghosts Nourishing Soul Chapter.

After stepping into the foundation building realm, Xue Leng has never dared to touch this life-sacrificing soul skill.

Needless to say, the reason is that the spiritual consciousness of the monks who established the foundation far surpassed that of Qi training.

As the tide rises, the lifespan required to practice the Hundred Ghosts and Soul Cultivation Chapter will also double.

Today, with the three blood essences of the same vein as the guarantee, the thought of tempering the consciousness has sprung up again.

Having made up his mind, Xue Leng immediately tore up an invisibility and concealment talisman, and instantly turned his body into nothingness.

Then, while holding his breath and spreading his consciousness to the limit, he slowly moved towards the battlefield not far away.

In this way, step by step, move forward slowly.

It wasn't until his eyes could vaguely see the aftermath of the fight ahead that he suddenly stopped his figure.

"Less than two hundred steps, to be precise, it should be 180 seven steps."

"It's not far from the two hundred steps of spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation establishment."

Knowing it well, Xue Leng didn't think too much, and secretly peeked at the battlefield at the top of his eyes.

It's a pity that it's too far away, and there are trees covering it, so I can't see clearly for a while.

After pondering for a while, Xue Leng boldly moved forward a few steps, until he included the other party within the range of his own consciousness, and then ducked down and hid behind the tree.

There are five different auras in the forest, and one of them gave him a familiar feeling.

"a?"

Obviously, the five people in the forest did not find Xue Leng.

"It's so close, but it hasn't been discovered. It seems that there are no late-stage monks."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Xue Leng restrained his own breath perfectly, and leaned forward quietly.

When he saw clearly the situation of the people fighting in the forest, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, feeling greatly surprised.

Because, among these five people, he actually saw an old acquaintance.

"It's actually this person..."

There were five people in the forest, one woman and four men. Three of the men were obviously in the same group, but they surrounded the other man and woman in the middle.

The man and woman who were besieged were standing back to back, guarding the three men who were besieging them with an extremely determined expression.

Among them, the women are charming in appearance and enchanting in their clothes.

Under the cover of the few clothes, while covering up the most beautiful scenery just right, it highlights her extremely slim and delicate spirit even more.

Between gestures, frowns and smiles, the fragrant wind wafts, showing the appearance of coquettishness and disaster for the country and the people.

It can be said that it is rare in the world to have such a charming woman!
Take out such a random one, it will make people salivate wherever you throw it.

The thin man who relied on each other was much more ordinary in comparison.

Except for a hideous scar on the left eye, which is a bit bluffing, there is nothing particularly eye-catching.

Although this person's appearance was extremely ordinary, Xue Leng recognized him at a glance from a long distance away.

Zijingu Jianxiu, Yanhui.

However, at this moment, Yan Hui's brows were full of exhaustion, apparently being chased all the way here by the other three tiger and wolf monks.

He was urging two spirit swords, while protecting the enchanting woman, while trying his best to resist the enemy's attack.

All of a sudden, it was hard to tell the difference between the two sides.

The three monks who were hostile to them were all dressed in sackcloth and green robes, carrying a dark red coffin on their backs.

The things in the coffin were restlessly agitating, and the coffin boards were beating the coffin boards with a muffled humming sound, agitating endlessly.

The ferocious roar that came faintly made people feel terrified.

Moving his gaze upwards, he was shocked when he saw the appearance of the three of them at first glance.

The faces of these three people are not only extremely ugly, but also uglier than the other, they are simply the ugliest people he has ever seen in his life!

The leader has bee-eyed jackal face, holding a soul-invoking banner, on which all kinds of evil spirits roar and hideously, surrounded by thick black fog, it looks like a terrifying person who is extremely difficult to provoke.

What was even more frightening was that this person not only had an extremely greasy face, but also had a thick layer of foundation on his face, and even a layer of blush on his cheeks.

On the red nose, densely packed with blackheads, plump and dark purple lips, bald brows, eye sockets like cesspools...

"Ouch!"

There was a churning in the belly, Xue Leng quickly looked away, and if he looked at it again, he might even spit out the Lingmi he ate last month!

The other two, a deer-headed mouse-eyed, arched their shoulders and hunched their backs, holding a soul-destroying bell.

A fat head with big ears and a body like a swollen pig was holding a scarlet corpse whip covered with ferocious barbs. The whip was stained with black blood and exuded a suffocating stench.

The naked skin of these two people was covered with red pink bumps, as if they were parasitized by some insects, making people want to vomit.

Judging from their rather unlucky attire, they should all be cultivators from the Valley of the Dead.

"It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia." Xue Leng rubbed his eyes and spat secretly.

With the faces of the three of them dressed up, he naturally recognized the origins of these people at a glance.

The Heavenly Corpse Valley, a force that is both righteous and evil, is said to be a branch of the ancient Zongtian Zongmen.

It was founded by a Nascent Soul monk named Patriarch Heishan before he was on the verge of death.

This valley's behavior has always been weird and mysterious, and he seldom interacts with other sects, nor does he participate in the conflict of interests of the Great Jin.

It wasn't until eight years ago that it suddenly announced that it would be merged into the True Spirit Mountain Range, becoming the fourth largest outer sect under the True Spirit Sect.

But this time, for some reason, they focused on Yan Hui, who were also subordinates of the True Spirit Sect.

"Hey, little girl, if you don't let me go, let the master love you well, and promise to make you want to die, begging for mercy constantly, haha!"

"That's right, that's right, this chick looks really pretty, look at that small waist like a water snake, if you twist it a little, I'm afraid I'll lose ten years of my life!"

"That's right, I don't know how many grades are better than the ones I played a while ago, I can't help it, uh--, don't compete with me later, let me fight her three times first Talk about it in a hundred rounds!"

"That's natural, without you covering us, the boss, how could we be so happy and happy, but the sword cultivator next to me, I want to try something new today!"

"Hey, it's still the second brother who will enjoy the blessings. This fellow is strong enough, so he must have a special taste."

"Third brother, what are you talking about? They are all brothers of our own family. Why don't we go together later... hehe."

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha……"

The unscrupulous provocative words of the three of them, as well as the rampant and wicked laughter, immediately spread throughout the entire mountain forest.

The enchanting female cultivator directly opposite was panicked, she subconsciously glanced at Yan Hui, and at the same time her heels were weak, she murmured in a daze:
"I absolutely can't die here, even if I die, I can't fall into the hands of these perverts..."

Seemingly seeing the inner thoughts of the charming woman, the pink and ugly man in the lead suddenly laughed, and said in a deadly voice:

"What? Do you think I'll let you go if you die? Heh heh, if you offend our three northern corpses, even if you die, you will be turned into a corpse puppet and whipped day and night!"

"Hurry up and release the evil head and kill this unsightly swordsman. I'm going to have a good time with this beauty today."

"when!"

"Third brother, hold that sword cultivator first!"

As soon as the words fell, the fat monk slammed the corpse coffin on the ground, quickly forming several evil seals with his hands, and then shouted in a low voice:
"Desolate Corpse Evil Skull, Sacrifice!"

"squeak~"

As soon as the words fell, Shen Hong's coffin was slowly opened.

The strange thing is that there is no horrible refined corpse coming out of it, but wisps of ashes and decayed corpse air wafting out instead.

Immediately afterwards, a jaw-dropping thing happened. The fat monk plunged headlong into the coffin, sucking wildly!

"This……"

Even Xue Leng was at a loss when he saw such a grotesque scene, and his heart was full of confusion.

But soon, his confusion was swept away.

Because, after the person shook violently twice in the coffin, he came out again.

At this time, he was quite different from before.

The originally thick belly was torn apart, and a head suddenly popped out of the blood-stained hula.

This corpse clearly grew out of the stomach.

Seeing that, Xue Leng's scalp was numb, and goosebumps appeared on his body one by one.

The plump monk's face, which was as pale as paper, gradually turned rosy.

"Pfft~"

With a grunt, the corpse popped out of the fat monk's belly very smooth.

Immediately, he opened his big mouth and bit at Yan Hui.

"Gack~Gack~"

The rotten teeth opened and closed, making a piercing bone-cracking sound.

When Xue Leng moved his gaze upwards, he was horrified to find out.

The mutilated abdominal cavity of the fat monk is wriggling outwards and growing granulation at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The squirming pieces of flesh and blood, the tendons like earthworms, the pale ribs, everything makes people feel horrified...

"what!"

Just when Xue Leng was secretly startled, a voiceless scream suddenly sounded.

When the enchanting female cultivator's mind collapsed, she detonated her own spiritual weapon, barely repelling the pink and ugly queen.

Leaving Yan Hui alone, he ran towards the forest.

And the direction of her escape happened to be Xue Leng's hiding place.

(End of this chapter)