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

Chapter 378 Temptation, Portrait

The gatekeeper took the ghost crystal and threw it into his mouth, and a crisp crunching sound was heard.

An hour later.

Another man in black robes returned and dropped a ghost crystal into the city.

Tea time.

Once again, five monks in black robes threw down ghost crystals and synaesthetically entered the city.

It only takes less than half a day.

Ten monks returned to the city one after another.

The gatekeeper's eyebrows showed doubts and he murmured: "Is there a new evil place appearing in the world?" He shook his head and closed his eyes when he saw that no one was coming back outside the city.

What he didn't know was.

When the cultivators saw familiar figures among them, especially some of them enemies, they immediately felt something was wrong.

"Didn't Junior Brother Liu go out to hunt monsters? Why is he here?"

A dry sound like fingernails scraping against dead wood echoed.

The cultivators had been dealing with demons and ghosts all year round, and when they saw that he looked like he was possessed by demons, their expressions suddenly changed, and they turned around and left in a hurry.

"Hey, Qiu Qiong actually stands with Fang Mo! Don't they have a grudge against their wives? Is this a permanent friendship?"

Their strange behavior attracted other monks to stop and watch.

A figure wandered out, and when he saw ten figures standing in the stone monument square, he let out a cry of surprise, and then darkness emerged from the hood, leaving only two groups of green light beating.

Four figures walked out of the crowd and came to him.

Seeing that the crowd was silent, the old ghost didn't seem to feel embarrassed and continued: "I am about to leave Deadwood City and have a place to live."

A dark path between two stone buildings.

All the monks who were watching the excitement around the Stone Tablet Square dispersed.

Walk to the square.

The ten monks who entered the city gathered in the Stone Tablet Square and stood motionless.

"Are they still them?"

at this time.

When they saw their dull and numb faces, the cultivators couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

It doesn't take a moment.

"."

"Hey, isn't that the old brother from the Wang family next door?"

"Hey, does anyone want to buy a haunted house?"

"Weird"

"you"

But before the old ghost could finish his words, the four of them saw a surge of spiritual power and shot at him at the same time.

boom…

The body of the monk who was the first to attack the old ghost suddenly flew out upside down. In mid-air, his body was condensed with blue ice, and it fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

next moment.

"what"

A shrill howl echoed across the square.

The old ghost's black robe was shattered into pieces, and his body was torn into several sections by the remaining three monks. He struggled for several breaths, and the divine light in his eyes disappeared.

Looking at the flesh and blood in the palm, doubts appeared in the eyes of several cultivators.

"He's really dead?"

The same voices but with different voices sounded together, causing the pupils of the monks who were hiding in the surrounding wooden houses and had not left to shrink for a moment, and their faces suddenly turned pale. Without any hesitation, they each used their escape methods to leave.

Li Changsheng paid no attention to these people and glanced around.

Wait a moment.

The Shougui never showed up, and there was no abnormality in Deadwood City.

Stone Tablet Square was as calm as ever.

"Isn't it distracted? Or is it unable to take action?"

Li Changsheng threw down the old ghost's body casually, thoughts flashed through his mind, and his eyes turned to look at the two stone buildings and the dark path that led to nowhere.

"Since it's not right, let's give it a try."

Thoughts arise.

The ten monks in the square divided into three groups, heading towards the welcoming door, sending them off, and the dark alley respectively.

The third cultivator entered the Yingmen Stone Tower.

Then he felt the surging Yin Qi turn into heavy pressure and pour down.

Caught off guard, the three monks who Li Changsheng briefly took over with the incomplete spirit-stealing method fell to the ground. Fortunately, the movement of spiritual power offset the pressure, and they stood up and looked around. The stone building is only ten feet in diameter, and there is nothing inside.

Li Changsheng took a few glances and controlled the monks to walk towards the second floor.

Send to Shilou.

When the three monks entered, Li Changsheng felt a surge of energy that disturbed his soul, and his mind was in chaos.

But he was suppressed in an instant.

Although his spiritual thoughts are distracted by ten, they are only in the Daoji realm. A little energy that interferes with the divine soul has little effect on him.

And Li Changsheng also sensed a hint of the aura belonging to Shou Gui.

After pondering for a moment, he controlled the third cultivator and walked towards the second floor.

And in the dark path in the center of the two stone buildings.

The three monks walked along a path several feet long, and for a moment, a hill about dozens of feet high came into view.

There are jagged rocks and dead trees on it.

At Jixiu's feet, a narrow path winds to the end of the hill. The dark branches on both sides of the path point upward, as if to welcome guests.

Li Changsheng looked around. The space around him was dark and condensed. The tomb-like mountains that were visible to the outside world disappeared without knowing when.

"Is it an illusion or a small space?"

Li Changsheng's thoughts flashed through his mind, he thought for a moment, and controlled the monks to walk towards the top of the mountain.

In the quiet darkness, there was no howling wind or roaring demons, only the crisp sound of a few cultivators stepping on the ground echoed.

I don’t know how long it’s been.

In the Yingmen Stone Tower, the pressure was greater with each floor. Among the three monks, only one monk in the middle stage of pulse condensation burned his essence and blood to reach the seventh floor. However, he could not bear the pressure and died violently inside.

The god-stealing mark that Li Changsheng had on his body was transferred to another monk.

Send to Shilou.

The three monks all reached the seventh floor and could no longer continue.

Due to the sudden increase in energy interfering with the soul, Li Changsheng had to temporarily retreat to the Stone Tablet Square.

Leave some thoughts in your mind to cultivate your body.

The five god-seizing marks merged into one person and entered again and were sent to the stone tower.

Stepping one step at a time, we soon reached the seventh floor.

The turbulent energy that disturbed the soul came, but it could no longer arouse the distracting thoughts and illusions in Li Changsheng's heart.

He looked at the stone steps leading to the eighth floor and stepped on them.

When he reached out and pushed open the wooden door of the eighth-floor pavilion, preparing to welcome the energy erosion, to his surprise, the eighth floor was calm as usual, and the energy that could disturb the soul disappeared.

Li Changsheng looked around the space on the eighth floor.

The room is closed and small, only one foot in diameter, and there are no stone steps leading to the ninth floor.

There is a futon placed in the center, and a withered and old portrait hangs on the wall.

Li Changsheng stepped forward and looked around.

The portrait depicts an ancient ancestral hall.

It can be seen that an old man with a withered body is lying flat on the altar table, and where the statue of the god is enshrined, sitting cross-legged is a white-haired weasel wearing a cloud and crane shroud, with pupils like dotted paint.

One of its claws was half held, and the other claw was on the old man's forehead.

Under the altar, hundreds of people the size of rice grains knelt on the ground and worshiped.

There is an indescribable and strange feeling of disharmony.

Just as Li Changsheng was about to raise his hand to reveal the painting.

In the portrait, the white-haired and yellow-skinned pupil lit up with two groups of dark green light.

An energy that was ten times more powerful than the seventh level exploded.

Li Changsheng's mind suddenly fell into a trance, the divine mark in his mind shook violently, and the halo circulated, resisting this sudden energy.

In a hazy state of consciousness.

A vague, intermittent loud sound sounded from his mind.

"Kneel down and worship me."

"I will grant you eternal life."

"Longevity..."

Li Changsheng's brows knitted together, and the light of the God-seizing mark in his mind surged, forcing him to suppress the chaotic thoughts that were ups and downs in his mind.

Step forward to the portrait.

Looking at the white-haired and yellow-skinned man in the portrait, he seemed to be about to stand up and come out.

Li Changsheng raised his hand and pressed it.

(End of this chapter)