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

Chapter 342 "Five Storehouses and Six Prefectures Sacrifice to Gods"

In the center of the ring.

The green light transformed by Zou Yixian followed the ghost like a shadow, rotating around the ghost, adding a hideous wound to its body from time to time, but the ghost could not even touch the shadow of the green light.

As time goes by.

The wounds on the ghost's six-armed arms, neck, back, and joints of both legs were particularly large, and even the billowing black smoke could not be healed quickly.

Li Changsheng looked around the two of them, silently thinking about himself in his mind, how to deal with them if they were enemies.

Think about it.

There seemed to be only two ways.

First, the old wolf king was exposed. With its ghostly speed, which was comparable to that of a top-grade minor magical power, he could play with the two of them in the palm of his hand, and he only needed to protect himself.

The second is to rely on the Meteor God Thorn to unexpectedly severely damage the souls of the two people.

But even so, he was coaxed by many elders of the sect to accept him as a disciple.

With such a backing, it should have been a meteoric rise.

He doesn't know either.

But people with backgrounds like Lan Caishen and Lu Lingqiu can definitely find out.

Li Changsheng's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but look at the person opposite him who was shrouded in black heavy armor.

He checked out the fifth level of spiritual veins, with no characteristics and no spiritual body.

It can be said that his cultivation qualifications are only better than those of the useless pulse.

Now he has no one exposed, only the blood puppet Old Wolf King.

The cave where he is located is reserved for his own use, and he is worthy of being regarded as a good body-training seedling. He has been practicing diligently for decades, and his body-training skills have been steadily improving, and he has gained a lot of fame.

Become a member of the sect.

In the end, Fu worshiped under the disciple of an elder from the third realm of body refining.

"Will he know?"

Fuchong is a native of Baiyue. He has been blessed with extraordinary physical talents since he was a child. He has grown to be nearly 10 feet tall as an adult. He can be called a good body-training seedling.

Immediately, he felt a look full of killing intent staring over him.

If you want to get the top ten seats in the competition, you need two rounds of competition.

Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze and thought about what Wu Yong said about F Chong.

"Meteor God Thorn"

Li Changsheng looked around. One night passed, how many people knew his details?

As for other means, they are of little use to the two of them.

Fortunately, that elder only has one disciple.

But just a year after Fuchong entered the body-refining path, his master suddenly disappeared due to sudden changes in the sky, never to return, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

But because of his domineering temperament, he left the cave with his master, and no one in the sect made good friends with the monks.

"With his temperament, he should not bother to inquire."

Li Changsheng's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.

Under the three-leaf mark between the eyebrows, a complex vein of spiritual light takes shape.

Thoughts moved slightly.

An invisible and insubstantial Meteor God Thorn was cultivated. With a slight movement of his mind, the Dharma Veins continued to absorb the power of the divine soul and poured into the Meteor God Thorn.

Lean less.

Li Changsheng's eyes flashed with fatigue, and he lowered his palms.

And at this time.

In the ring.

The huge ghost transformed by Fu Gui suddenly fell to its knees. It could be seen that the ghost's legs were broken at the joints, and billowing black mist poured out from it, trying to regenerate the severed limbs. However, the green light flowed from the wounds, and the healing speed was very slow.

As the ghost fell to the ground, its body became more clumsy.

The blue light transformed by Zou Yixian travels in his single eye and neck, and his meaning is self-explanatory. I can't hold on for more than a few breaths.

A hoarse sound came from inside the ghost.

"Admit defeat."

The words fell.

The huge ghost roared angrily, then collapsed and turned into billowing black mist. Then it rolled back toward the center, and everything merged into a pitch-black talisman.

Fu Gui waved his hand and put away the talisman.

The green light fell and he was moved out of the ring.

The voice of Elder Huotan rang out.

"Xiang Yan is a bloodline, and Zhong Feichen is a beast soul."

Li Changsheng glanced at the two late-stage pulse condensation monks and paid no attention to them. He looked at the figure with an old face and decayed aura not far away, his eyes moving slightly.

After pondering for a moment, he walked over.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, Fu Gui opened his eyes. When he saw Li Changsheng, his eyes showed confusion. He pointed at the bloody crook of his leg and said with a smile: "Forgive me for not getting up."

Li Changsheng glanced at him, waved his hand and said, "Brother Fu, you're welcome." Then he said bluntly, "I came here to inquire about something."

"Oh?" Fu Gui exclaimed, looked at him doubtfully, shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Li, that's what he said."

Li Changsheng turned over his hand and took out a jade elixir bottle, and threw it in front of Fu Gui. Seeing his confused look, he smiled and said, "Brother Fu, you might as well take a look at what it is before talking about it."

Fu Gui didn't know what he meant. He took the jade elixir bottle and opened it with a wave of his hand. A wisp of strange fragrance came out of it. His expression suddenly changed. He waved his hand to cover it and held it tightly in his palm. He looked up at Li Changsheng and said in a condensing voice: " what do you want?"

"I want your talisman to use the magic of ghosts."

"Ok?"

After hearing what he said, Fu Gui's eyes were sharp and he flatly refused: "Impossible." After saying that, he waved the pill bottle in his hand back and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Li Changsheng took the elixir bottle, glanced at him, and said with a faint smile: "This elixir can extend your life by a few years, and can make up for your loss of life."

"It's just a magic technique, do you really want to change it?"

Fu Gui opened his eyes with sarcasm in his eyes and said nothing.

Li Changsheng didn't look annoyed and continued: "What if there are two life-extending elixirs?"

Fu Gui's eyes moved slightly, but he remained silent.

Li Changsheng glanced at him and said calmly: "As you can see now, although that spell is powerful, it will damage longevity."

"Let's not talk about anything else for now. With your current longevity, even if you reach the perfection of pulse condensation, will you still have time to break through to the Taoist realm?"

"Can a body with such a deficit be able to withstand the baptism of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

Li Changsheng was always paying attention to the changes in his expression. When he saw that his expression seemed to be moving, he added, "You must have searched for the life-extending elixir. You know how rare it is. Do you really want to change it?"

"Liangjiazi Shouyuan, as long as you stop abusing this technique, and the resources rewarded by the sect competition, it will be enough for you to hit the Taoist realm."

"If you succeed, you will gain hundreds more years of life. If you fail, you will have no regrets, right?"

Li Changsheng's words were like steel needles piercing Fu Gui's heart, causing him to twist his mind.

Since the beginning of his qi training, he relied on a book of "Five Storehouses and Six Prefectures to Sacrifice Gods" that he accidentally obtained, and he stood out among his peers and showed his prowess.

However, as his cultivation level increased, he realized that the "Five Storehouses and Six Palaces Sacrifice to Gods" was precious, and he became concerned and began to deliberately lower his own existence.

As time goes by.

The advantage of this action is that there are fewer eyes staring at him. The disadvantage is that the cultivation resources are reduced and he cannot support his own needs, so he has to find ways to obtain resources.

Slay demons, make talismans, and refine ghosts to break through the pulse condensation realm.

Gradually, his reputation increased, but he was still not the best among all Ningmai.

It was at this time that Fu Gui discovered that after being promoted to Condensing Pulse, the power of the "Five Storehouses and Six Palaces to Sacrifice the Gods" increased dramatically, and the lifespan consumed at the same time was also terrifying.

At that time, he always told himself not to rely too much on the "Five Storehouses and Six Prefectures Sacrifice to Gods".

But again and again.

The power of the "Five Storehouses and Six Palaces God Sacrifice Technique" to kill enemies by leaps and bounds made him unconsciously fall into it.

(End of this chapter)