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

Chapter 420: Advancement, Return

In the dense forest.

A three-tailed white fox the size of a wild bull with hair as white as snow bit the throat of a fire fox the size of a calf until it was dead, then it opened its mouth and used its demonic power to wrap up the fox's corpse and put it into its storage bag.

After doing all this, it did not stop. Its huge body shrank to the size of a local dog at a speed visible to the naked eye. It jumped onto the tree branch, and with a few leaps, it disappeared into the forest.

And within a radius of a hundred miles in the hills.

Roaring and roaring sounds could be heard from time to time, and strong demonic energy would erupt from time to time, causing the mortal beasts and demon beasts surviving in the forest to flee.

above the sky.

A faint white light was flying around the hills. If you look closely, you can see that it was flying in a circle with an inconspicuous mountain stream as the center.

In the forest below, the roars of fighting that occasionally broke out also moved outward in the same way.

Deep in the mountain stream.

There is a cave about ten feet high.

Inside, a ball of red flame hung high above, illuminating the cave as if it were daytime.

A tall and handsome young man was sitting cross-legged on a cushion. In front of him lay a dragon horse with a prominent head and horns, a horse's body, and beast claws. The young man's palms were resting on its chest and abdomen.

As the time goes.

The dragon horse's almost skinny body became increasingly emaciated, as if it would collapse and fall apart if a gust of wind blew past.

I don’t know how long it’s been.

The skinny dragon horse had lost its animal form and turned into a pool of filth that had been rotting for who knows how long.

"call"

Li Changsheng opened his eyes and waved his sleeves. The soil rolled up and buried the remaining body of Longma.

The mind pours into the magical "all souls" space.

On the golden-green island, in a pool that he named the Ten Thousand Beasts Pool, a palm-sized, blue mini dragon horse was quietly floating in the golden liquid.

“Will it be related?”

Looking at the mini dragon horse with its original bloodline manifested, Li Changsheng couldn't help but think again of the beast soul and bloodline that emerged from the corpse of the disciple who had killed Qingyang Beast Soul and merged his blood with the other two bloodlines and then disappeared inexplicably.

Li Changsheng didn't think about it too much. His mind returned to his body. As he thought about it, illusory light appeared around him.

A stream of light emerged, revealing a gigantic dragon with a prominent head and horns and a body like a dragon or a python.

哞.
Xiaoqing was not as active as before. He laid his head on the ground and let out a lazy growl. He looked at his master with his golden eyes, as if wondering why he had called him out.

Li Changsheng touched its cool head, not caring whether it understood or not, and said with a smile: "With the dragon horse's original bloodline tonic, it should be enough for your bloodline to transform."

Thoughts moved slightly.

The mysterious dragon horses in the Ten Thousand Beasts Pool quietly disintegrated, and a thin blue line flowed out from Li Changsheng's palm and poured into Xiaoqing's body.

Roar.
Xiao Qing's golden eyes suddenly lit up, his tired expression instantly perked up, he roared with joy, slowly closed his eyes, and the scales on his body glowed with a hazy glow.

In Li Changsheng's perception.

The origin of the dragon-horse bloodline flowed into Xiaoqing's body. Its origin bloodline was like a shark that smelled blood, devouring the rootless and sourceless dragon bloodline origin with big mouthfuls.

The time for tea has passed.

Li Changsheng raised his arm and stared at Xiaoqing, who was shrouded in the hazy light.

[Transformation]

Li Changsheng showed a smile on his face. He checked carefully again and found that there was nothing wrong. Then he took out ten spirit crystals and placed them around Xiaoqing.

He simply set up a crude spirit gathering formation which was better than nothing, then closed his eyes and concentrated, while he stimulated his qi and blood to temper his body, he was thinking about returning to the sect.

He did not forget how he left the Qingyang territory.

If it weren't for the help of Elder Gu of Mountain Jun Peak and Patriarch Liu of the Wu clan, and his status as a master of spiritual plants, he would have died without a doubt. But even so, he suffered severe injuries and had to recuperate for a long time.

Now that he has advanced to the second level of Dao Foundation, he has a great demon under his control, and a longevity ghost that is almost at the third level helps him. In theory, he is not weak anymore and can do a lot of things. "Tuntian Peak, Lu Family, Miscellaneous Peaks, and the Evergreen Tree, one of the five spiritual veins."

The forces that intercepted him that day appeared in Li Changsheng's mind one by one, followed by information about their forces.

Tuntian Peak is one of the ten peaks of Qingyang Sect. The peak master has a high level of cultivation, and there are also many Taoist monks.

Although the Lu family was reduced to a third-rate family, its strength has not decreased in the slightest, and there is a seventh-level Taoist cultivator in the Dao Foundation Realm sitting in charge of the family.

The five meridians of the spiritual plant have a special status and can connect to the ancestor Qingyang.

Deep in the mountains of Zafeng, there is a sword cultivator who is above the third level of Taoism.

Think about it.

Li Changsheng took a deep breath and sighed, "His cultivation is still too low."

Among them, Zafeng is the weakest.

But he himself was a fake sword practitioner, and he knew very well that sword practitioners had powerful magical powers.

If a sword cultivator with a Dao foundation of the third level or above faced him head-on, he would probably be able to kill him with a single sword strike. Even with the help of the longevity ghost, the result would probably be the same.

"No hurry, I have plenty of time, and this opportunity will come sooner or later."

Li Changsheng suppressed his turbulent emotions, put aside all distracting thoughts, and gradually immersed himself in spiritual practice.

outside world.

Thousands of miles away from the mountain stream.

A strange beast with a wingspan of more than ten feet, feathers as bright as blood, and a snake head and a bird beak flew towards them at a rapid speed.

On its back stood a middle-aged monk with a sinister look and a pale and bloodless face.

As the strange beast got closer to the mountain stream.

Gah.
The middle-aged monk looked down at the direction of the breath in his palm, moved his body slightly, and floated over the head of the strange beast, causing it to shake its head and make a series of shrill screams.

Sensing the strange beast's increasingly violent and bloodthirsty mood, the middle-aged monk frowned, and while trying to calm it down, he took out a jade bottle filled with scarlet liquid and threw it into its mouth.

嘎…

The strange beast seemed to have eaten something delicious and let out a happy roar.

But the middle-aged cultivator did not show any joy on his face, instead his expression became more sinister, "Although Dahong's cultivation is about to rise to the middle stage of the second heaven, his demand for evil blood is also increasing."

"Most of the old guys in the sect have also swallowed the blood of evil"

"Once the blood of evil can no longer satisfy them"

Thinking of the information he had gained from investigating the location where Ma Si died, the middle-aged monk's eyes were filled with worry and his expression became uncertain.

at this time.

Gah.
The strange beast with a snake head and a bird body seemed to have sensed something. Its dark green pupils looked toward the side of the sky. Its blood-red feathers exploded and it opened its mouth and let out an unpleasant roar.

The middle-aged monk came back to his senses, his eyes instantly turned dark green, and looked towards the place where the beastmaster was warning.

A vague and hazy short figure came into view.

"Ok!"

The middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes and became alert.

He couldn't see through the short figure in front of him, and it gave him a very strange feeling.

The middle-aged monk glanced at the direction of the breath in his palm and found that the target was not the strange monk in front of him. His mind moved slightly, and the wings of the strange beast under him vibrated, and it flew to the side.

But when the strange beast flew only a hundred meters, it stopped.

In front of it.

A yellow-skinned man wearing a cloud crane Taoist robe and holding a dustpan appeared. He looked up and down at the man and the monster with his pale pupils, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face.

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