Gou Cultivates Immortals at the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts

Chapter 493 Ten Thousand Poisons (For Subscription)

"True Lord Jasper, True Lord Heitian?"

True Monarch Black Sand fell into deep thought.

That's all for Zhenjun Biyu, Zhenjun Heitian is a great cultivator in the late Yuanying period, the Supreme Elder of the Black Dragon School, and the absolute top figure in the world of immortal cultivation in the Western Desert.

If you rashly involve such characters, the impact is too great!

"Fellow Daoist, do you have evidence?"

True Monarch Heisha pondered for a long time, but still asked.

"No..."

Fang Xi laughed: "The words have already been brought, whether or not to inform Tianwei City is a matter for fellow daoists..."

The affairs of the West Desert should be left to these local immortal cultivators to decide.

What he said is that he is benevolent and righteous.

With this thought in mind, Fang Xi clasped her hands and drove away directly with the light.

True Monarch Heisha looked at the direction Fang Xi was leaving with deep eyes, but finally turned into a wry smile.

When he met this 'Mu Zhenjun' for the first time back then, he made a three-stroke agreement, and he gained the upper hand with ease.

In the end, the second time they met, it was also a three-stroke agreement. If they failed to make two moves, they fell into a disadvantage and had to kill Zongmen Jiedan.

But this time, although the opponent's aura was still in the early stage of Nascent Soul, it gave him a very dangerous feeling.

True Monarch Heisha didn't dare to keep the opponent at all, and even felt that if he started to fight, he might die in less than one or two moves!
"Forget it, this kind of thing should be left to Zen Master Jin Guang and other big monks to have a headache..."

True Monarch Heisha thought a little depressingly, and returned to the sect in a hurry, ready to directly expose this information...

……

Two years later.

West Six Regions, near Wandu Gate.

"Damn... who are you, why do you have to embarrass me?"

Zhenjun Wandu was dressed in a green robe and had an ugly appearance. Looking at a figure wearing a bamboo hat in front of him, he hissed.

"Prince Ten Thousand Poisons, you are cruel by nature, and you indulged the disciples who abused the poisonous party. In order to refine the 'Wan Poison Demon Flame', you even committed boundless murder..."

Fang Xi put her hands behind her back and said, "I am a puppet, and I am here to take your life, to eliminate demons and defend the Tao!"

"Hmph, it's just the law of the jungle. If you are righteous, you need to find a name. The Ten Thousand Poison Sect created by me is originally a school of magic. If you stock some poisonous substances on weekdays, what's the point if you kill someone?"

Wan Poison Demon Lord sneered, and a cloud of emerald green flames appeared on his right hand.

The flame is pure green in color, and there seem to be black lines in it, releasing a kind of sweet fragrance.

Within dozens of miles below, no matter what kind of flowers and trees were withered, all living beings were instantly poisoned to death!

"As expected of Wandu Demon Flame... Wandu Zhenjun, you have been famous for nearly a thousand years, and now your lifespan is probably running out?"

Fang Xi suddenly asked thoughtfully, and his consciousness was spread out for hundreds of miles, and he didn't see any other monks, not even a single living thing nearby.

The Demon King of Wandu released the power of poisonous flames to achieve the effect of 'clearing the field'.

"So what? You were able to act as if nothing had happened before this poisonous flame. It seems that you deliberately targeted me and swallowed a high-level detoxifying elixir in advance..."

The Wan Poison Demon Lord looked ugly and authentic.

"It's okay... I respect the old and love the young the most. Since time is running out, why should I miss the world of mortals? Why not just go on the road?"

Fang Xi smiled slightly. His 'Yimu Immortal Body' was naturally not afraid of many strange poisons. At this time, a phantom of a demon tree appeared on the seal of life and death in his hand.

Kurong Xuanguang lightly brushed in the void.

Wan Poison Demon Lord's eyes were dull for a moment, the Nascent Soul in his body fell into the five declines of heaven and man, and his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Bear!
At the time of the fall, the out-of-control Ten Thousand Poison Demonic Flame had erupted fiercely, intending to burn his body to death.

Fang Xi cast out a spell, and the white jade toad flew out, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the 'Thousand Poison Demon Flame', a cyan brilliance flew out, and chopped off the head of the corpse.

At this moment, on the back of five fire gu, four bumps are very conspicuous.

Two of them were bright red, one was gray and white, and the other was slowly being dyed dark green.

"Bone Bone Blood Flame, Red Lotus Demon Fire, Xuan Zombie Flame, Ten Thousand Poison Demon Flame...the five fire Gu can also store another kind of magic fire."

Fang Xi sighed.

He has been busy and exhausted during this period of time.

First of all, in the Southern Territory, he went to the Heavenly Corpse Mountains, killed a fourth-rank corpse king, and won his natal corpse flame.

Then came to the West Six Regions, participated in Dan Dingzi's alchemy conference, mixed in, exchanged experience with a group of alchemy masters, and felt that his alchemy skills had improved a lot.

Afterwards, they went to those demon flame cultivators who were full of evil, and asked them to hand over their magic fire... Generally, they were unwilling, so they resorted to coercion.

Today's use of Dry Glory Mysterious Light is firstly because the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord doesn't have much lifespan and doesn't consume much, and secondly because of the previous lesson of blood and tears.

"The old monster of the Mo Dao Nascent Soul is vicious and vicious, and he is even more ruthless to himself. Before he died, the previous demon king could use a secret method to annihilate the magic fire that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, leaving me with nothing..."

'Fortunately, the collection is almost done now. '

Fang Xi let out a long breath: "The next target is the Sanyang Demon Fire of the Sacred Fire Cult?"

Of course he wouldn't go crazy enough to use the idea of ​​suppressing the sacred fire of such sects.

However, he recently heard the news that the Sanyang Demon Fire of the Holy Fire Sect will produce a kind of 'child fire' regularly.

Although the formidable power is not as good as the holy fire itself, it is not bad in the magic fire of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Many of the sacred fire sect's secret techniques still require the cooperation of this seed fire to perform.

Although this kind of seed fire is relatively rare, and generally only Nascent Soul bosses or outstanding alchemy disciples of the Sacred Fire Cult are eligible to grant it, it is not hopeless.

"This matter still needs to be planned slowly... first find a place to practice well before we talk about it."

……

Sanxian Mountain.

This mountain range is shaped like a pen holder, with three peaks, each with its own wonders, hence the name.

The spiritual pulse of Sanxian Mountain is as high as the fourth-level middle-grade. It is rumored that thousands of years ago, three casual cultivator Yuanying monks became close friends here, and jointly created the orthodoxy of the "Three Immortals".

Times have changed, and the worship of the three immortals is still talked about by many monks.

But today, although the Three Immortals have been passed on, there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator in the sect, named 'Yunzhu Zhenjun'.

this day.

Fang Xi drove the cyan escape light to the outside of Sanxian Mountain, looked at the cloud-shrouded mountain protection formation, couldn't help smiling, and flew out a sound transmission talisman.

"Dare to ask your Excellency?"

Not long after, the cloud and mist cleared, and a passage appeared. Two Foundation Establishment disciples flew out with spiritual weapons, looked at Fang Xi, and asked respectfully.

"I am a puppet...seeking to see True Monarch Yunzhu."

Fang Xi smiled slightly, and the magic power of the Nascent Soul stage was released little by little, making the foreheads of the two foundation cultivators full of cold sweat: "It turns out that the real king is here, please wait a moment, we will go to invite the ancestor immediately..."

As for opening the formation, invite distinguished guests to come in and serve tea?

They didn't have the guts to invite a Nascent Soul who didn't know the enemy or us into the mountain guard formation.

Not long after, another ray of white light flew out, revealing one of the early Nascent Soul cultivators.

Wearing a white cloud Taoist robe, he was short and thin, his face was dry and wrinkled, and he looked like an ordinary little old man next door. At this time, he looked at Fang Xi with a pair of eyes: "Yunzhuzi has seen fellow Taoist... God But friend puppet is from the south?"

Different from Wan Du Sect, this True Lord Yunzhu has obviously been paying attention to the latest news in the world of cultivating immortals, and he also seems to have heard about the name of True Lord Sky Puppet.

"Exactly..."

Fang Xi laughed, and threw out a wooden box: "I have something to ask, and I specially brought a gift for fellow Taoist."

"Oh?"

Zhenjun Yunzhu waved a white cloud-like mana to catch the box firmly, checked it carefully, and only opened it slightly after finding that there was nothing wrong with it.

A smell of blood came out immediately.

Zhenjun Yunzhu's face changed slightly, and then he opened the wooden box completely, and saw a head, and said in a voiceless voice: "Old Demon of Ten Thousand Poisons? It turned out to be the head of this person..."

"I heard that the Taoist friend seems to have a grudge with this demon, so I specially sent this demon's head. I don't know what you think?"

Fang Xi said calmly.

"Thank you fellow daoist... This old devil indeed has a deep blood feud with me."

Master Yunzhu closed the lid, smiled wryly and said, "I don't know what you want? If it's just about me, I'll try my best to complete it, but if it's about the sect's orthodoxy, then forget it..."

"It's just a trivial matter. I'm a casual cultivator, and I just want to borrow precious land to practice for a while."

Fang Xi replied with a slight smile.

He has already inquired in the Six Western Regions. There are not many oasis spiritual veins in the Western Desert, and the high-level ones have already been occupied by the Nascent Soul Sect and family.

Originally, the oasis where Wandumen was located was good, but unfortunately, the spirit veins were only of the fourth-rank low-grade.

But Sanxian Mountain is a fourth-order middle-grade spirit vein!

Fang Xi chose the Three Immortals Sect, so she was naturally bullying the True Monarch Yunzhu, who was only in the early Yuanying stage, and couldn't even deal with the ten thousand poisonous old devil, and his strength was really mediocre...

Moreover, he also inquired about it in private.

The disciples of the Wandu sect acted arrogantly and domineeringly, but the Sanxian sect still had strict rules, barely within the scope of the righteous way.

"Borrowing land to cultivate?"

Rao Zhenjun Yunzhu was an old man, and he was almost shocked by this request.

It's not that Fang Xi's requirements are too high, but too low.

"That's all? Fellow Daoists won't have any strong enemies, right?" He couldn't help asking.

"Haha, please rest assured, fellow daoists, I have always been kind to others and have no enemies. Even if an enemy comes to my door, I will leave immediately and will not implicate the noble family."

The corner of Fang Xi's mouth curled up. He was indeed not lying. He had very few enemies, and he was just a purple thunder unicorn comparable to a great monk...

"Since this is the case, the old man agreed. The 'Qingxu Peak' of our sect can let fellow Taoists live and practice for 50 years, no, 100 years!"

True Monarch Yunzhu obviously considered the problem of being occupied by outsiders, and set a deadline.

"Can!"

Fang Xi smiled slightly, and fell into Sanxian Mountain together with True Monarch Yunzhu.

Sometimes, when strength comes, many things are that simple.

Sanxian Mountain is shaped like a pen holder, with 'Qingding Mountain' in the middle, 'Qinghe Peak' and 'Qingxu Peak' on the left and right... It can be said that Master Yunzhu gave away one-third of the territory at once, but I don't know Was it frightened by the corpse of the Wandu Laomo?

Next, Fang Xi followed Zhenjun Yunzhu to the largest Qingding Mountain, watched as the Zhenjun summoned the high-ranking alchemy cultivators of the Three Immortals to recognize himself, the Zhenjun Yuanying, while talking , to ask the disciples of the Three Immortals to treat the Heavenly Puppet True Monarch as respectfully as the Supreme Elder...

(End of this chapter)