Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 169: Condensing Form
Seeing his miserable condition, only three princes and princesses in the palace remained unchanged, while the rest of the princes and princesses all turned pale.

From the moment they peeked at the throne and entered the floating hall, life and death no longer belonged to them.

Just like the immortal masters who were enshrined around them to spread the word, there was only one army left in Huifeng Valley. Naturally, only one of them, the princes and princesses, could leave the hall unharmed.

And the person who finally walked out of the hall was the next leader of the Qingyuan Kingdom!
Seeing their fearful expressions, the woman above her eyes showed disdain, leaned over to the old man, and whispered: "Guanshi Bai, do you know who this blood sacrifice is for?"

"Could it be that he is the son of an elder in the sect?"

The young man with a stern face on the side heard this and turned to look at the old man, his eyes also puzzled.

Although it is only a small-scale blood sacrifice, the price that needs to be paid is not small.

And its purpose is just to cultivate a strange spiritual power.

It's really a bit too extravagant.

Manager Bai glanced at the woman, shook his head and said with a smile: "How can I know about your business, just do it well." After a pause, he said meaningfully: "Be aware that asking too much is useless."

"Yes."

The woman's face froze, and she quickly bowed in response, turning her gaze to the square prism.

Time passes day by day.

The princes and princesses in the palace jumped down from the hall one by one. Within a few days, only five were left, and the atmosphere became slightly stagnant.

The old man sitting above him had a smile on his face.

in his eyes.

Three feet below the Huifeng Valley, a black and red aura condensed out, looking like mist but not mist, like water but not water. Sometimes it turned into swords and guns, and sometimes it turned into armor and arrows. It was like a pool of living things, which was very strange. .

And this is the alien inspiration they seek.

Manager Bai withdrew his gaze, glanced at the five princes and princesses below, and said calmly: "Instruct them to speed up. The result must be decided within seven days."

"Yes, steward."

The woman on the side nodded in agreement, took out a sound transmission jade, and whispered a few words.

The expressions of the prince and princess below changed slightly, and their eyes were fixed on their own soldiers in the square prism.

As the woman ordered.

The Qingyang Sect disciples who were monitoring the area around Hui Feng Valley also spread the news into the valley.

The military generals who received the news could not sit still and discussed decisions with their subordinates. After all, this was about their master and the future of their wealth.

Once it is done, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth for decades!

die?Then everything will stop.

Compared to Return to Wind Valley.

In the mud plain on the edge of the foggy swamp, due to Tan Hu's unscrupulous intervention, the cultivation of alien spiritual intelligence was much faster.

Under the mud, on a brass pillar covered with runes, floated quietly a dark red flag that seemed to be illusory but not illusory. One after another had illusory figures, and incomplete and twisted black shadows came in and out of the flag from time to time.

Tan Hu looked down and grinned: "It's almost done." Then his eyes narrowed and said, "You bedbug, can't you finally bear it?"

After the words fell, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in the center of the muddy field next to a monk wearing the attire of an outer sect of the Qingyang Sect, and placed his palm on his head.

In the astonished expression of the outer disciple, Tan Hu showed a ferocious smile, and the wind surged from his palm, and his head instantly exploded into a bloody mist.

Then the palm wrapped around Gangfeng grabbed at the blood mist.

squeak.
A dark red beetle no bigger than a little finger was held on his finger.

"Oh, brain-eating worm."

Tan Hu sneered, looking around, the wind surged at his fingertips, and the beetles suddenly turned into minced meat.

The Qingyang Sect disciples in other positions felt this familiar fluctuation of spiritual power and quickly gathered there.

When they arrived at the center, everyone looked at the headless body on the ground and their expressions changed slightly.

Tan Hu glanced at them and said with a ferocious smile: "Cheer up, I don't know when you will die." After saying that, he ignored them, a whirlwind rose around him, and his figure disappeared.

In the air, the flying boat quickly flew towards a certain place in the foggy swamp.

The remaining Qingyang Sect disciples looked at each other, then turned around and strode away, leaving the corpse lying in the mud. No one dared to move.

An hour later.

The sound of fighting sounded again.

Soldiers wearing broken armor and ferocious faces gathered in the center again and fought together.

When the soldiers dispersed, they left tattered corpses on the ground.And the body of the outer disciple was pulled clean by someone unknown.

until midnight.

The flying boat rushed out of the foggy swamp and hovered quietly over the muddy plain.

Inside the boat.

Tan Hu sat cross-legged, with black energy surging on his face, and from time to time he transformed into a spider with a human face on its back, with an illusory thread extending from its abdomen, connecting it between his eyebrows.

At this moment, thick black mist suddenly evaporated around him.

Roar.
A dull roar sounded, black mist surged, two bright red light groups suddenly appeared, and in an instant, a fierce and ferocious aura filled the air.

The spider froze for a moment, and the human face on its back suddenly opened its eyes, with a look of horror in its eyes.

Then the thick liquid-like black mist poured down, instantly submerging Tan Hu's figure.

The next day.

Thousands of mountains surround the spiritual land.

"call"

Li Changsheng slowly exhaled a breath and opened his eyes.

Gaze upon itself.

[Cultivation: Twelve levels of Qi training "99%"]

Over the past few days, he has been refining the elixirs, and his spiritual power has finally been accumulated. It only takes a few days to refine the alien spiritual machine to break through the condensation pulse.

"Pulse Condensation Realm"

Li Changsheng's heart was filled with excitement.

Although the Pulse Condensation Realm is only the second realm of immortal cultivation, it is already considered to be otherworldly.

Not to mention the means of attack.

Just because they can enjoy three hundred years of life, they are qualitatively different from ordinary people.

What do you seek from cultivating immortality?
In Li Changsheng's view, it is just like its name, "longevity".

The rest are all accessories.

"Alien inspiration."

Li Changsheng looked at the window, feeling as if weeds were growing in his heart. He had never been so looking forward to Lan Caishen's appearance.

At this moment, there was a sudden clanging sound outside the house.

"Huh? No way! Are you really back?"

Li Changsheng looked shocked, then stood up quickly and strode down the stairs.

When he arrived on the first floor and saw the person coming, he was immediately disappointed.

Li Changsheng suppressed his emotions, poured him a cup of tea, and asked, "Senior Brother Ma, are you here to deliver the elixir needed for cultivation?"

"No."

Ma Rong shook his head, "It will take some time for the Jasper Spirit Bamboo." He then took out a storage bag and threw it to him, smiling: "I'm here to deliver the spirit mine to you, junior brother."

"What's inside is the first-grade high-grade metallic spiritual mineral red gold iron, and the second-grade low-grade earth-property spiritual mineral earth crystal."

"Junior brother, let's see if I agree with you."

Hearing this, Li Changsheng's eyes brightened slightly, and he poured spiritual power into the storage bag and opened it.

Large and small ores appear on the ground.

The red gold iron is dark brown and covered with honeycomb-like holes.

The soil crystallizes into dark yellow, looks like pebbles, and is very warm and comfortable to the touch.

"Thank you, brother."

Li Changsheng looked overjoyed and immediately asked: "How many spiritual stones are needed for these?"

Ma Rong shook his head, "A little."

Li Changsheng quickly stretched out his hand to interrupt, somewhat dumbfounded and said: "I can't ask senior brother to help and cost you your spiritual stones."

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