Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 98 Flip Jiao Island, Yehuo Temple

Tong Ying panicked for a moment, then came back to her senses, but at this time, her face was quite solemn:

"Brother, I seem to have heard the Sanskrit sound just now, it seems to be the bald donkey from Yehuo Temple!"

"Yehuo Temple?"

There was no expression on Xue Leng's face, but he just looked at the sea in the distance, where there was a pale flame, which appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Of course he had heard of the sect of Yehuo Temple.

Like the Tianfu Pavilion he represents, Yehuo Temple is also one of the three northern sects and one of the outer sects under the Tianfo Temple.

However, unlike the Tianfo Temple, which claims to be the leader of the righteous way, the monks and monks in the Yehuo Temple are all karmic fire-ridden, evil monks who kill people without blinking an eye!
Like the True Spirit Sect, the power supported by Tianfo Temple in Beihai is a Lingyan archipelago called Fanjiao Island.

Daoist Qianlang sitting on the island, like Taoist Xumi, is at the early stage of Golden Core cultivation.

However, there was faint news that Qianlang Daoist had disappeared on the island a month ago, and his life and death were unknown.

And the evil monk from Yehuo Temple boarded Fanjiao Island at that time.

At this moment, meeting them in this kind of place is really not good news.

Chen Bo is tall and tall, and looks quite capable, but he doesn't really look like a cultivator.

However, his strength is only inferior to Xue Leng in the group, and he has already reached the peak of the early foundation establishment.

His face was also very heavy at the moment, and he squinted his eyes to look at the strange fire in the distance:

"The heart flame spontaneously ignites, the foundation builder of Yehuo Temple has arrived, but I don't know who it is?"

Xue Leng still had the indifferent attitude that everything is meaningless, and he just told the surrounding Qi training disciples:
"Go to the back and be self-aware..."

Tong Ying is a smart person, so without further ado, he released two refined corpses, vaguely protecting the people behind him.

Among the three foundation-building monks, she was the worst, but she still stood by Xue Leng's right hand.

Even so, she still felt a little uneasy, and kept pressing her palms on the fiery red gourd in front of her to ensure that the spirit insects could be released at any time.

abruptly—

A mournful and mournful howl suddenly resounded!
With the howling sound, four figures suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea!

These people's escaping methods were extremely fast, as if they were flying in the sky, they quickly floated down on a rock.

The pale flame in the distance also flickered a few times, and then went out!
Just blinking a few times, a low humming sound came from the sea:
"Heh, True Spirit Sect! I still don't want to get rid of my shyness!"

Amidst the laughter, a group of people in the distance also drifted away, coming dozens of steps away from them.

In the hazy fog, the two sides could only roughly see the outline of each other's faces.

But in the eyes of Xue Leng and other Foundation Establishment cultivators, each other's faces are clearly visible.

I only heard a "huh", and the first person looked at Xue Leng with a very delicate expression:

"Isn't this fellow Daoist Xue, one of the Tianfu twins! How come you are willing to go out to sea and show your eyes after staying in the city for several months?"

Xue Leng looked around.

Most of the people who came to participate in this operation are in the stage of Qi training, and there are very few monks who have built a foundation.

A small part of the people who came were from the surrounding islands, most of them were monks from Fanjiao Island, but there were very few monks from Yehuo Temple, and none of them knew each other.

Most of the rest of the people came from the various islands in the North Sea. There were all kinds of people, but in general, they were all small forces that were relatively close to the city that never sleeps.

No matter how far away or bigger the Lingdao is, it is difficult to reach out so far.

But they have one thing in common, that is, the aura emanating from each of them is not comparable to that of ordinary monks.

All of them are full of evil spirits, obviously they have committed many murders.

Among these people, there were four monks who especially caught Xue Leng's attention.

First--

A woman who is wearing exquisite feathers, has a graceful figure, and is extremely glamorous.

Sitting upright on the spiritual weapon in the center of the reef with a plain face, this woman is really born beautiful, and she is beautiful beyond words, like a colorful lotus flower, giving people a noble and holy beauty.

This woman can be described as stunning, frequently attracting the attention of many low-level disciples!
But just being beautiful is not enough to attract Xue Leng's special attention. There are many beautiful women in this world, but there are also many vases.

What Xue Leng was concerned about was that the unique aura emanating from this woman gave him a very special feeling, a contradictory feeling that made people very close but wanted to swallow it up.

This woman should have practiced some kind of strange charm art, so that people can produce such a dream effect.

Because he had seen the information collected by Gong Yushu and compared his profile picture, Xue Leng instantly called up her information.

This woman's name is Yu Chulu, and she has a mid-stage foundation establishment cultivation, and her identity is not simple.

the second--

A middle-aged monk whose skin was like rotten mud, with his feet dangling in the air, was standing faintly on the sea reef.

Although this person is extremely tall, he is as thin as a rib, and it is just a big skeleton supporting the loose clothes.

The deeply sunken eyes are blue-gray like dead fish, and anyone who looks at them will have a creepy feeling.

There is no trace of human expression on the haggard face, the whole person is stuck there, and he can't even feel a human breath. If there is no one there, most people will think that there is no one there. No one exists.

What is even more surprising is that within a foot of this person's body, there is a stinky rotten smell!

This foul smell is like the smell of rotten meat, which makes people want to vomit, and it is also strongly corrosive and poisonous'

The sea stones under his feet had touched the rotten gas emitted by his body, and they were already rotten. Piles of pus-yellow juice were flowing down the stone pier.

"Cheezy~"

The drops fell on the surface of the sea, corroding tumbling blisters one by one.

The nearby qi cultivators, after seeing this person's face, all seemed to have seen a ghost, and avoided them from a distance, as if they were afraid of offending him.

Xue Leng is no stranger to such a notorious and well-known person.

Xue Leng had paid special attention to this person, his name was Mi Yu, Fan Jiaodao, a disciple of Master Qianlang.

His cultivation level is not high, and he is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, but his magical powers are extremely vicious and weird.

He even became ruthless, and even ordinary mid-stage foundation-building monks had to give way by three points.

Because of his many crimes, killing people and eating corpses, his crimes were heinous, and he entered the list of demons in Beihai.

At the same time, he has an extremely vicious name - "Evil Corpse Man".

Xue Leng frowned, this kind of person, if you look at him more, you are polluting your eyes, but this person's strength is indeed extraordinary, he has supernatural powers, if you really meet, you must be careful.

Xue Leng secretly remembered.

The third--

In front of Xue Leng's right, there is a white-eyed evil monk in a blood-red cassock.

This person is tall and burly, with strong muscles, not to mention the bulges, and there is a faint golden halo. One can tell that he has some kind of domineering body training supernatural power.

The hair on the chest is like moss, green and wet, growing densely and messily, making people look extremely disgusting.

On the wide face, there is a pair of eyes full of whites, which are eerie and frightening. On the double-sided cheeks, there are countless dense Sanskrit patterns engraved. The handwriting is indistinct, mysterious and weird. Extraordinary.

The image of this white-eyed evil monk is very special, Xue Leng flipped through it in his mind, and brought up the details of this person.

This person is called Killing Monk, a disciple of Duren Temple under the command of Tianfo Temple.

The strength is extraordinary. It is rumored that not long ago, he killed a sea beast comparable to a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but it has not been fully confirmed.

It is said that this person's mossy chest hair is a special supernatural power of Durenmiaoli that has been passed down for thousands of years, but no one has ever seen the specific supernatural powers.

Xue Leng was a little curious about this person, relying on his spiritual sense far surpassing that of monks of the same rank, he quietly looked at this person.

But it was this glance that made the killing monk who had been sitting on the black lotus spirit weapon and had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed suddenly alert.

The mossy chest hair under the blood-red cassock looked like poisonous snakes, with their roots curled up.

Tilting his head to look at Xue Leng, a pair of pupilless Bai Mou suddenly doubled up, revealing two miserable green pupils the size of sesame seeds.

The spiritual senses of the two parties separated immediately with a flash of light and flint.

Xue Leng felt a little dazed in his mind, and quickly withdrew his consciousness.

The other party was obviously not having a good time, green and red blood streaks swelled up in the whites of the eyes, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corners of the eyes.

Xue Leng paid attention secretly, but the eyes of the killing monk were full of horror!
But this person's city was obviously deep enough, he quickly turned his head away, inadvertently wiped away the blood from the corner of his eyes, and closed his eyes again to rest his mind.

"There is nothing good about this bunch of bald donkeys. This person is by no means as simple as he appears on the surface!"

After all, he was the one who peeped into other people's secrets, and was caught by someone. Xue Leng's evaluation of the killing monk should be higher than that of the mime that turned Jiaodao.

the fourth--

The bone-faced monk standing directly in front of him with his hands behind his back was also the one who provoked Xue Leng.

This person is the most eye-catching, not just because this person is the leader.

She was dressed in a dusty white cassock, with a white flame embroidered on the cuff, and a golden relic above the flame.

As far as this special pattern is concerned, there is only one place in the North that can have it.

That is the Yehuo Temple.

It is difficult to detect this person's cultivation base, it seems to be shielded by special means, but Xue Liang knows that the other party's cultivation base is in the late stage of foundation establishment.

After pondering for a while, Xue Leng weighed it secretly, then smiled lowly:
"It turns out that you are the disciples of the previous generations of Yehuo Temple. You really haven't made any progress. No wonder Tianfo Temple is getting worse and worse!"

As Xue Leng said, this bone-faced monk is one of the top ten disciples of the Buddha under the seat of Yehuo Temple, but it was only about a hundred years ago.

This person's seniority is comparable to Situ Yu's, but his cultivation level is vastly different, not even comparable to Gong Yushu's.

But when he was young, he also competed with Situ Yu on the same stage, so it can be said that he is not a strong opponent.

Of course, that was a hundred years ago.

His cheeks were slender, as thin as bones, with prominent cheekbones, and there was no blood on his face.

It looks quite ugly, but it is full of energy, and the sound of what it says can be heard everywhere.

"Where is it, it is normal to have no progress in the road of cultivation for more than a hundred years, but it is not like you, fellow Taoist, who hides in the back like a tortoise all day long, such a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, what kind of immortal is he?"

"In the past few months, you have been huddled in the city that never sleeps, but you also agree with your nature of Tianfu Pavilion."

"After all, the Guige was killed by the Yin Luozong before, and he licked his face as a dog for the Zhenlingzong, so he barely left a trace of incense, hehe."

"Now that I'm out in the sea... Oh, congratulations! I must be at a very high level now, how many first-order monsters do you want to kill to show off your prestige?"

These words are too hurtful, every sentence is directed at the sore spot of Tianfu Pavilion, and every sentence is mean, every word sees blood.

In the world of cultivating immortals in the Great Jin Dynasty, even if people knew about this kind of thing, who would dare to mention it in front of Tianfu Pavilion?

Even if it is brought up, it is often imitated by the Spring and Autumn brushwork and time history books, for fear that it will irritate the monks of Tianfu Pavilion.

How could he know that he had only been out at sea for a few months, and he met a monk from a foreign sect who was so vitriolic and merciless!
Before Xue Leng could speak, the disciples of Tianfu around him showed their magical weapons amidst the furious curses. Seeing this posture, they seemed to rush forward and tear up the bone-faced monk.

Although Xue Leng didn't think so, but as a prominent figure in Tianfu Pavilion, he had to act accordingly.

He only took two steps forward, and Tong Ying beside him had excellent eyesight, so he hurried forward and stopped him just right.

The bone-faced monk doesn't care about the actions of those juniors. He is a dignified late-stage monk who dares to appear in front of Tianfu Pavilion and others, so he naturally has something to rely on.

Presumably, if Xue Leng really couldn't stand the stimulation and shot angrily, he would not be afraid.

A hundred years ago, he couldn't deal with Situ Yu, but now he can't deal with a mere junior with no hair at all, can he still not be able to deal with him?

Just thinking about it, Xue Liang shrugged and pulled his eyelids, and smiled softly over there:

"Back then, all the fellow Taoists of the sect saved the pavilion from danger and allowed the talisman and dao lineage to continue the incense. This, we will never forget..."

His laughter was so weird, it was so deep that it seemed to vibrate from his chest.

Although everyone felt that these words were a bit weak, no matter what he said in this strange voice, there was an invisible sense of oppression, so they never dared to underestimate him.

He paused again, his voice gradually became clearer, and his tone became higher and higher, as if mocking:

"It's just that there is one thing I don't know. In the past, the people who helped out were all the Yuanying seniors in the righteous way of the Northland."

"What does it have to do with you, a trash who can't make Dan in almost 200 years?"

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, there was an unnatural cough, and the rotten Milu interrupted Xue Leng's words.

A pair of eyes full of corruption, staring at the bone-faced monk said coldly:
"Fellow Daoist without fear, why do you need to speak out to hurt others? What happened back then, the hardships of Tianfu Pavilion, the leaders of all sects, including the seniors of Tianfo Temple, also understand."

"Fellow Daoist, don't forget, what is the purpose of our visit this time!"

"If you act unreasonably like this again, forgive me for not being able to accompany you when you go to Jiaodao."

Before the words were finished, the beautiful female cultivator Yu Chu showed up, her skirt moved slightly, and she twisted her body towards the bone-faced evil monk intentionally or unintentionally.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the field became subtle.

The woman's actions naturally caught Xue Leng's eyes. He squinted his eyes, and his mind instantly became active.

(End of this chapter)