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

Chapter 425 Harvest, Difference

The Flying Yaksha is ferocious and fearless by nature, and can be called a killing machine.

Above the copper-armored Flying Yaksha there are silver-armored and gold-armored Flying Yaksha, which correspond to the middle and late stages of the Tao foundation respectively.

And when the Flying Yaksha is promoted again, his bones become incorruptible, comparable to the fourth level physical cultivator and the Golden Core realm cultivator.

However, this copper-armored flying yaksha, after climbing up for several feet, melted into a pool of copper-green liquid like a candle, and splashed down on the tomb below.

Wow.
The elder of the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb, who had just emerged from the grave, spat out a mouthful of blood and his breath dropped sharply due to the backlash of the corpse refining death.

"He died?"

The elder of the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb had a look of horror in his eyes. The Flying Yaksha that he had carefully cultivated for hundreds of years was killed in an instant. It was obvious that the enemy was not someone he could handle.

He didn't even have the courage to look at the enemy, and immediately wanted to escape by controlling the escape light.

But when he tried to transform himself into a beam of light and escape, he suddenly discovered that the bridge connecting heaven and earth did not work.

“This is the isolated world of the Jindan realm!”

The elder of the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb had his eyes bulged slightly, and was horrified. "This is a desolate place with no spiritual veins. How can we nourish the golden elixir?"

Thoughts are surging.

The elder of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses suddenly felt a pain between his eyebrows, his mind became silent, and his consciousness fell into chaos.

in front of him.

A tall illusory light and shadow pointed at his brow with its fingertips.

The other tombs around seemed to have turned into real tombs, without any sound at all.

A few moments.

The tall shadow lowered his arms, and the elder of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses suddenly showed a look of pain on his face. Pale green spots appeared on the exposed skin on his face, exuding evil and corrupt connotations.

Just a few breaths.

A cultivator who had reached the second level of the Dao Foundation Realm turned into a pool of pus and spilled onto the tomb, corroding a large pit and revealing corpses that were either intact or mutilated. Wisps of corpse-like evil spirits lingered around.

above the sky.

A tall illusory light and shadow stood in the air, looking towards the distant sky, as if passing through one mountain after another and seeing the core of Luanming Mountain and the gate to the Underworld.

"The Taoist corpse tomb of thousands of people."

With a soft murmur, the tall and illusory light and shadow disappeared like a dream bubble.

A low hill a hundred miles away.

A stream of light descended from the sky and turned into a token, floating in front of Li Changsheng.

A gentle voice as soft as water sounded in his mind.

"You can choose to return to the sect and advance to the true teaching, or you can wait here for three days and follow the sect to perish in the Ten Thousand Corpse Mound."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the token faded away and fell into Li Changsheng's palm.

Li Changsheng put away the token, looking thoughtful.

What he was thinking about was not the destruction of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses, nor the harvesting of the materials for refining magic, but that ray of light, which was what the Qingyang Sect Master had mentioned before.

You can go to the inheritance hall to ask the old book master for the inheritance of spiritual plant master and animal breeder.

decades ago.

He was just a small Vein Condensation cultivator from the Beast Valley. He did not want to become a vassal of other forces or attract attention, so he concealed the fact that he had cultivated spiritual plants and raised beasts.

But now that his cultivation has reached the second level of Dao Foundation, he can be promoted to a true disciple when he returns to the sect. His identity and status are very different from before.

In Qingyang Sect.

True disciples are on the second tier, just below the clan master and the three vein masters, and on par with many peak masters and elders.

It can be said that the foundation has been laid.

For him, cultivating spiritual plants and raising beasts are no longer just a piece of cake for a child, but one of the foundations that helps him on the path of Taoism.

After being promoted to the second level of Taoism, Li Changsheng realized that if he simply refined spiritual energy to improve his cultivation, he would not be able to be promoted to the third level within a hundred years.

If you want to improve your skills quickly, you will need resource support.

However, there are very few resources available for Taoist monks to improve their cultivation. Apart from those cultivated in secret realms by the sects, the rest are mostly stored in dangerous and hostile places.

The Duantian Abyss, which separates the upper and middle reaches of the Wanchong Mountains, is the biggest chaotic and dangerous place, but also the biggest blessed place.

Like Qingyang, Wandulin, and Limo Sect, most of the Taoist monks practice in them. Compared with them.

Li Changsheng didn't have to take any risks to look for resources.

Planting Taoist fruits and nurturing monsters were enough to provide for his cultivation needs.

"call"

Li Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, looked towards the mountains a hundred miles away, his mind moved slightly, and his body silently disintegrated and disappeared.

After a while.

Li Changsheng came to the top of the mountain and swept his mind across.

"hiss"

The scenes inside the tombs came into his mind, and Li Changsheng couldn't help but take a breath. Then his eyes lit up and he controlled the light of escape to descend.

After tea time.

A faint escaping light rose into the sky and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The next day.

A thick black cloud descended on the mountain, revealing an old man with a bone staff in his hand and a sinister and pale face. He walked past the silent graves without saying a word, and his expression became increasingly sinister.

A few moments.

There was a deafening roar, and billowing smoke and dust covered the mountain. A dark cloud rose from it and flew away into the distance.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the tomb on the mountain disappeared, and a huge and ferocious claw mark appeared in its place.

On a towering mountain thousands of miles away.

Li Changsheng was counting the harvest.

There were twenty-seven corpses of cultivators at the Condensing Veins Realm and nearly three hundred refined corpses of various types, among which nearly one hundred were comparable to those at the Condensing Veins Realm.

The number of corpses cultivated by the techniques he spread was less than thirty.

Unfortunately, these refined corpses were slightly different from what he had imagined.

For example, the seven refined corpses controlled by copper bells that he saw that day, judging from the veins in their bodies, they should be practicing the "method of worshiping gods and controlling corpses".

According to what he thought, the cultivator who practices this technique should awaken the innate magic to control the corpse after he is promoted to the stage of condensing his meridians and transforming into a corpse ghost.

But I don't know what's wrong with the skills, the innate spells they awakened have become able to control the evil spirit of corpses, the difference between the two is more than just a little bit.

There are also refined corpses that are transformed from those who practiced the "Twelve Talismans Corpse Refining Method".

What he awakened was not the innate spell of controlling corpses, but a similar innate spell to Da Congming's "Gathering Yin", which could gather the evil energy of corpses.

Because the monks in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses seldom practice the method of controlling ghosts, they have not seen any ghosts transformed from those who practiced the "Twelve Talismans to Control Ghosts" and the "Indestructible Body of a Hundred Ghosts".

Apart from that, there were some resources and miscellaneous items that were useless to him.

Li Changsheng was not disappointed. After all, these were all picked up for free. The corpses of dozens of cultivators and hundreds of refined corpses, plus some miscellaneous things, were worth about fifty second-grade low-grade spirit crystals.

The inventory is complete.

Li Changsheng put away his sleeves, closed his eyes and concentrated, practicing his skills to hone his magic power and move qi and blood to nourish his body.

The dark moon rises and falls.

Two days later.

A faint white light fell on the mountain and transformed into a white-haired and yellow-skinned creature wearing a Yunhe Taoist robe. It looked around and walked towards a cave on the cliff.

Go deep into the cave.

Looking at Li Changsheng who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the cave, Shou Gui asked in confusion: "Didn't you say you had something to do? How come you're done so soon?"

Li Changsheng shook his head slightly and did not hide it.

He told them the origin of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses and Qingyang's intention to destroy his clan.

Finally, Li Changsheng explained: "I was afraid that you would conflict with the sect, so I called you here."

"conflict?"

The Shougui shook his head repeatedly, saying that he practiced cultivation only for immortality and hated fighting and killing. But then he had an idea and said expectantly, "If you destroy the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb, can you lend me the "passage" for a while?"

(End of this chapter)