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

Chapter 341 Beginning

It won't be long.

The three of them dispersed.

Li Changsheng stepped into the pavilion's quiet room, sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and looked thoughtful.

According to Tan Hu and Wu Yong.

This competition only confirmed the cultivators of small magical powers, and there were nine monks with simple magical powers, including Lan Caishen, Fuchong, Ji Su and others.
And there are seven or eight people who are suspected of cultivating small magical powers, simple magical powers, and there are even ten people who have perfected the cultivation of pulse condensation.

Li Changsheng is not worried about these people. He is worried about the true successor of the master of the Ten Peaks who may appear.

According to Tan Hu and Wu Yong's description.

The true disciples of the past ten peaks appeared to compete for the top ten seats in the competition. They have built their own small magical powers, and most of them have achieved great success.

Among them, the strong ones even cultivate to perfection. Once they are promoted to the Dao Foundation, their minor magical powers transform into supernatural powers, which is also perfect. They can then start to build the second magical power, saving dozens or hundreds of years of hard work.

Fortunately, the Beast Soul and Fusion Blood lineage are seriously at odds with each other due to the secret realm.

If he gets into the top ten this time, he may have less trouble because of his status as a miscellaneous cultivator.

Li Changsheng's thoughts surged in his mind, and he shook his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts.

He silently searched for his own cultivation spells, closed his eyes and concentrated, and used his spiritual power to cultivate the semi-spiritual weapon Xuanshui Shield.

Time passes like water.

The next day, the sky became clearer.

Li Changsheng walked out of the quiet room, drove the escaping light to the outside of the ring, and scanned the surroundings.

After a night of fighting, the top ten spots in the four arenas finally came to an end.

Apart from him, the top nine are Ji Su, Lu Lingqiu, Shen Yu, Zhuang Ying, Yuan Tian, ​​Mo Yang, Wei Heng, Jiang Liang and Fu Gui.

Li Changsheng glanced at Fu Gui in surprise.

He remembered that Fu Gui ranked ninety-two in the last competition, and he didn't expect to break into the top forty this time. It seemed that he had hidden a lot of strength during the trial.

Fu Gui felt the gaze and turned around. When he saw it was Li Changsheng, he thought about it and walked over.

"Fu Gui has met Senior Brother Li. Congratulations to Senior Brother for winning the first place in the points competition."

Li Changsheng looked at him doubtfully, shook his head and said, "It's just luck."

Fu Gui glanced at Lu Lingqiu, Ji Su and the others, and smiled in a low voice.

luck?

If the strength is not good, no matter how good luck is, it is impossible to win the first place in the points competition.

Regardless of others, according to Fu Gui's understanding, Lu Lingqiu of the Lu family would never simply admit defeat.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Fu Gui whispered: "Senior brother, please be careful about Yansi in the future."

"He recovered from his injuries and looked like he wanted to eat his senior brother. Then Dabi left without participating."

After saying that, he cupped his hands and turned to leave.

Li Changsheng looked at Fu Gui's back, looked away, frowned, and couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, "It would be better if the sword was more sharp."

After thinking for a moment, he turned over his hand and took out a sound transmission jade slip, whispered a few words, and crushed it hard.

Seeing the stream of light pouring into the mountain behind him, Li Changsheng came back to his senses and looked at the four arenas shrouded in rich green light.

not far away.

Lu Lingqiu glanced at Li Changsheng from time to time, with fear in his eyes.

The night passed.

Based on Lu's background, almost everything about Li Changsheng, big and small, has been uncovered.

Li Changsheng has grown up all the way, and he has practiced the "Blood River Yang Yang True Skill" and the spells "Blood Puppet", "Meteor God Thorn", "Hundred Ghosts Killing Life Chart" and "Blood Spirit Shield "Escape"".
The body refining method "Nine-Headed Nightmare Demonic Body".

The more you understand.

Lu Lingqiu became increasingly afraid of Li Changsheng.

Although the origin of Li Changsheng's invisibility method has not been found, according to the speculation of the monks in the clan, it is most likely an innate spell of a monster he contracted.

It should be the Divine Meteor Thorn that Yan Si cultivated that made Yan Si almost die. Only such an invisible and immaterial divine soul attack could make Yan Si's defeat so strange.

What Lu Lingqiu is most afraid of is.

Li Changsheng has only been practicing for more than ten years now.

However, in a short period of time, his cultivation has reached the late stage of pulse condensation. Not only has he mastered a variety of second-level high-grade spells, but he has also cultivated the inheritance of spiritual plants.

You know, he is just a beast slave who walked out of the Beast Valley, the secret realm of all spirits.

What a talent and blessing.

"I'm afraid only the true descendant of the Master of the Ten Peaks has such talent."

Can these monks really be controlled by Lu?

Lu Lingqiu's thoughts surged, and when he thought about how the Lu family's power had plummeted because of this, he couldn't help but feel murderous intent in his heart.

"It would be better for such a person to die!"

Li Changsheng's heart suddenly moved, and he turned around suddenly, looking at the young figure staring at the ring, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Lu Lingqiu"

At this time, a stream of light fell in front of him from the sky.

Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze, tapped his finger on the streamer, and Wu Yong's voice sounded in his ear.

"After Yan Si left, he went to the sect mission hall to exchange for several pills for healing the soul's injuries, and then returned to his cave and never left."

"I have sent disciples from the clan to keep an eye on him. If there is any change, I will inform my senior brother."

Li Changsheng came back to his senses, waved his hand to disperse the light, thought for a few breaths, and looked up at the ring.

At this time.

The green light that enveloped the arena in all directions slowly faded away.

A huge arena surrounded by twelve copper pillars appeared in front of everyone.

Above the arena.

Elder Tian Snake, Elder Huo Tan, Elder Three Gods, and Elder Yin are located in all directions of the arena.

Elder Huotan stepped to the center of the ring, waved his hand, and forty black tokens appeared out of thin air, floating in the air.

He looked around and said without any nonsense, "The top ten will each choose a token."

The words fell.

The cultivators did not hesitate and immediately played a token whose spiritual power was integrated into the arena.

Every time a token is selected, it floats into the air and reveals a number, with its name underneath.

Soon, all forty tokens floated into the air.

Li Changsheng looked around and saw that the number on the token he selected was three.

There is also a number corresponding to it.

Its name is taboo, "Fuchong".

Li Changsheng's pupils shrank for a moment, and he couldn't help but look at the huge figure shrouded in thick armor on the other side of the ring.

There was also a fiery gaze coming from the opposite side.

The next moment, a roaring sound sounded in Li Changsheng's ears, "Boy, you'd better admit defeat quickly, I will spare your life."

"Spare my life..."

Li Changsheng's eyes were sarcastic and his mouth moved slightly.

"Is it because he is wearing such heavy armor that he is too ugly to be seen?"

Hearing his voice, Fuchong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched the armor with his palms. After coming back to his senses, he looked at the slender figure opposite, with a sinister smile on his face, and the murderous intent almost penetrated his body.

The monk who sensed his murderous intent looked at the two of them for a few times before settling on their respective opponents.

At this time.

Elder Huotan's voice sounded.

"The miscellaneous cultivator is a talisman ghost, and the blood fusion is Zou Yixian."

The words fell.

Then they saw Fu Gui and a young man dressed in white robes with a fairy-like appearance stepping into the ring one after another.

Different from the calm look on the young man's face, the Talisman Ghost entered the arena and waved out twelve ginger talismans. In the midst of the black smoke, twelve half-body ghosts with dull skin and scales and eyes like scarlet lanterns crawled out.

The billowing black smoke spread and instantly submerged the Fugui figure.

Roar…

A shrill roar sounded.

Twelve ghosts as big as houses and pavilions rushed toward the young man named Zou Yixian, filled with cold and sinister aura.

Watching twelve ghosts coming towards you.

A faint smile appeared on Zou Yixian's face, but no movement could be seen. White mist rose behind him. A crane soul with a wingspan of several feet appeared, its golden eyes stared at the twelve ghosts, its wings flapped, and a strong wind rose.

Densely packed light green wind blades condensed out, pouring down towards the ghost like a torrent.

Facing the surging wind blade, the twelve ghosts all opened their ferocious mouths, spit out billowing black air, turned into twelve smoke dragons and crashed towards the wind blade.

Bang bang bang.
The dense wind blades fell on the black smoke, and the spiritual light bloomed, making a dull sound like hitting leather.

Counting breaths passed.

The two seemed to be in a stalemate, and neither could do anything to the other.

But if you look closely, you can find that when the crane soul vibrates its wings, dense wind blades condense out of thin air, making it appear relaxed and freehand.

However, the twelve ghosts with billowing black mist from their mouths continued to fall with the wind blade, and their bodies became dimmed.

Obviously, Fu Gui was at a disadvantage on the first day of the fight.

Black fog billows behind.

Fu Gui looked at the flapping crane soul through the black fog, hesitating for a moment before making a decision.

Thoughts moved slightly.

In the five internal organs of Fu Gui's body, as well as between the eyebrows and the heavenly spirit, there is a complicated and ghost-like Dharma vein that lights up. They are connected to each other and condense into an even weirder and more complex Dharma vein map.

As spiritual power poured into the Dharma veins, a mysterious energy quietly passed away.

Under the Fugui mask, several more wrinkles were added to the wrinkled face.

Wait for the dense spiritual light of the Dharma vein to emerge.

The talisman ghost did not dare to neglect, and pinched the hair with his hand. The twelve turmeric talismans in front of him trembled, and a thick black color slowly spread out.

After a few breaths, the twelve talismans turned into a deep black color.

Gaze at the twelve talismans.

Fu Gui's eyes showed a ruthless look, his spiritual power vibrated, and the mask covering his face exploded, revealing an old face.

As his face turned pale, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth and splashed on the twelve talismans.

Fu Gui's eyes dimmed for a moment, and the magic formula in his hand changed.

The twelve talismans trembled and suddenly flew towards the central talisman, one by one.

Whenever a talisman comes into contact, a roar comes from the black mist that resists the wind blade.

Until the twelve talismans merge into one.

The black mist became deeper and deeper, and a sinister and sinister yin energy emerged.

The dense wind blades fell into the black mist, like falling into the bottomless sea, without any fluctuation.

"Ok?"

Not only Zou Yixian, the eyes of all the cultivators in the audience were also focused on the ink-black mist.

It seems to be due to changes in the formation.

Although the aftermath of the fight between the two was blocked by the shield, the escaping aura was not blocked.

Fu Gui's aura changed in an instant, and everyone could sense it.

Li Changsheng looked at the ink-black fog and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What a strong Yin Qi."

He also cares for several ghosts and is very familiar with Yin Qi.

In his perception, the quality of the Yin Qi emerging from the black mist was more than one level higher than that of the ghost soldiers he supported.

"If you can get into the top 40, you really have the means to keep yourself at the bottom."

Li Changsheng's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he saw another change on the stage.

The billowing black mist surged in vain, and it surged endlessly, as if there were huge ghosts trying to break out of it.

"唳"

Before anyone could watch the change, the crane soul behind Zou Yixian looked up to the sky and screamed. Its wings vibrated, carrying Zou Yixian to the sky above the billowing black fog.

The crane soul's golden eyes stared at the black mist below, its wings flapped, wisps of green wind swirled together, and the black mist slowly surged below and fell.

boom.
The wind whirlpool fell into the black mist, making a violent roar like a knife cutting through the air. The black mist dispersed, and a large hole appeared.

After seeing the scene below clearly, Zou Yixian's pupils suddenly shrank. As he thought, Crane Soul waved his wings, and dense wind blades condensed out, shooting down into the black mist hole.

And its figure quickly retreated backwards.

Roar.
A dull roar came from the black mist, and a ferocious ghost claw as big as a house protruded from the black mist and grabbed the crane soul in mid-air.

The crane soul burst out with blue light, enveloping Zou Yixian and disappeared.

Bang.
The ferocious ghost's claws closed together, and the dull sound echoed like thunder.

The billowing black mist is like a bottomless pit.

A ferocious arm stretched out from it again, and then the second, third...

A full six ferocious ghost claws were stretched out before stopping.

Six ghost claws were propped up on the ring, and a huge head with a rugged and spiked head, a single eye as big as a carriage, and a ferocious face slowly poked out.

Then came its torso covered with black scales, white bone spurs, and thick and powerful thighs.
The billowing black fog dispersed.

There was no sign of the talisman ghost, but a huge ghost with a height of more than ten feet, six arms and four eyes, and a slightly rickety body appeared on the spot.

The aura it emits is even more powerful than the Perfect Pulse Condensation.

Roar…

The huge ghost looked at Zou Yixian in mid-air, and let out a roar. The sound waves spread, and Zou Yixian's eyes were filled with confusion for a moment. When he woke up, he saw six huge arms coming from all directions.

Zou Yixian wanted to raise his hand, but found that the air around him was as solid as stone, and it was difficult to move even slightly.

The ferocious ghost claws were about to fall.

Zou Yixian's eyes instantly turned golden.

"唳"

The crane soul let out a sharp chirp, and its body turned into billowing blue light and poured into Zou Yixian's body. Immediately, a pair of blue crane wings that looked like glazed jade grew out of his back.

Before the ghost claw fell, its wings vibrated and the figure disappeared.

boom.
The six ferocious ghost claws joined together, and the air waves stirred up, reverberating like a thunderous roar.

Behind the ghost.

Zou Yixian's figure appeared, his arms stretched out, and a crescent-shaped magic weapon with a length of one foot, like cyan glass, with golden lines solidified out.

The wings on his back vibrated, and he avoided the ferocious ghost claws that were hit by the strong wind. When he reappeared, he was already behind the ghost's head.

Without hesitation, Zou Yixian raised his hands slightly, and the semi-spiritual weapon in his hand glowed with a hazy green light, aiming at the gap in the scales on the ghost's neck and slashing at it.

Silently.

A long, smooth wound appeared in the gap between the scales on the ghost's neck, and billowing black energy gushes out of it.

Zou Yixian felt the strong wind coming from his side, the wings behind his back vibrated, and his figure disappeared again.

Roar.
The thunderous roar of the ghost sounded slowly, and six ferocious arms swept across the neck in a twisted shape.

But Zou Yixian's figure had long since disappeared, and the ghost claws fell into the air.

Not far from the sky.

Zou Yixian's body appeared, and he saw the ghost's neck quickly closing, his brows slightly furrowed, the wings behind his back vibrating, and disappeared.

When he reappears, he stands in front of the ghost.

A flash of blue light flashed across, and the figure disappeared again.

boom.
The single eye of the ghost exploded with a bang, billowing black mist surged out like wolf smoke, roars sounded, and six ferocious ghost claws roared in terror, sweeping in all directions.

There seems to be some incompetence and rage.

Inside the ghost's torso.

The talisman ghost lay curled up in a congenital shape. When the ghost's neck was torn apart by the magic weapon, a hideous wound appeared on its neck, and wisps of black mist surged up, stitching together like an insect.

But before the wound healed, his body shook for a moment, his eyes were filled with scarlet blood, and wisps of black mist rushed over him, but the blood still flowed uncontrollably, and then, hideous scars appeared all over his body.

outside room.

The giant ghost's single eye healed slowly, its green shadow flickered, and hideous wounds appeared one after another on its torso, head, and back.

Tens of breaths passed.

The ghost didn't even touch the corner of Zou Yixian's clothes.

See this scene.

Li Changsheng shook his head secretly.

According to the escaping aura of the ghost, it is already comparable to a monk with minor magical powers. However, its body is too big and it is extremely clumsy due to being trapped in the small space of the ring. Facing a monk like Zou Yixian who has minor magical powers such as escape, he is so powerful. He couldn't perform to the best of his ability, so he could only be beaten passively.

However, he is also rough-skinned and thick-flesh.

Although it looks miserable on the surface, its majestic aura has not dropped at all. Obviously, this injury is not fatal to the ghost.

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