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

Chapter 451 It’s over
If you look closer.

You can find that the dark green spots are clearly a pair of indifferent and bloodthirsty pupils, and underneath them are non-human bodies that are either covered with scales or covered with black hair.

They are divided into many teams.

There was no communication between them, only the leader-like corpse ghost looked in other directions from time to time, with anthropomorphic thoughts in his pupils.

And this time.

From time to time, there were still some faint lights flickering outside the forest, moving towards a place and standing still, as if waiting for some orders.

I don’t know how long it’s been.

More and more zombies gathered on the back of the ridge, and the dots of dim light connected into a piece, giving off a hazy glow.

This strange phenomenon attracted the attention of the monks stationed in the city.

A cultivator rode a magic weapon into the air. When he rose to the clouds, he could see the hazy light clearly.

All of a sudden.

A chill surged from his tailbone to his forehead, and his whole body shivered for a moment.

Feeling countless bloodthirsty gazes falling on him, the monk's face turned pale in an instant, and he hurriedly controlled his escape light to fall towards the city below.

Before he even landed, he shouted excitedly, "Corpse ghosts, they are all corpse ghosts, they are all packed with corpse ghosts!"

After hearing what he said, the monks stationed in the city were stunned for a moment, and turned their gaze to look at the dim light rising from the mountain.

Are they filled with zombies?

One of the young men seemed to have thought of something, swallowed his saliva, and said: "The corpse ghost's eyes are as green as candles, could that dim light be..."

But before he could finish his words, his face turned as pale as the monk who was investigating.

At the same time, barely perceptible green ripples appeared on the tops of the three mountains surrounding the city, and the ripples became more and more numerous.

Until the end.

A faint light poured down from the top of the mountain like flowing water.

They also saw the bloodthirsty eyes and the inhuman body under the dim light.

boom.
Almost at the same time, four bright white skies rose from all sides of the city, interweaving in mid-air to form a huge protective shield that enveloped the city.

The monks in the city were shocked to see the city defense formation suddenly activated, and then they heard several loud shouts echoing through the city, "A large number of corpse ghosts are attacking the city. If you don't want to become blood food, quickly come to the city wall to resist."

Loud shouts rang out one after another, and the monks in the city came to their senses and took a deep breath.

A large number of zombies attacking the city?

The cultivators whose original cities were destroyed knew best what this represented and fear appeared on their faces. However, when they thought that there was a Taoist master in charge of the city, they calmed down a little.

No matter how many corpse ghosts there are, I have never heard of any corpse ghost that can be compared to the Dao Foundation Realm.

As long as there are no corpse ghosts comparable to the Dao Foundation Realm, they are nothing but chickens and dogs in terms of the Dao Foundation Realm, and are useless no matter how many there are.

Think of this.

Some monks went to the city lord's mansion, while others rushed to the city wall.

When the monks who landed on the city wall saw the swarm of zombies pouring in like a tide outside the city, they could not help but gasp again, and bursts of panic sounded.

"hiss…"

"Why are there so many zombies?"

“This is too much”

"Even if the corpse ghost is weaker than the cultivators of the same level, it is still comparable to the Condensed Veins Realm. How can we resist it?"

"."

The voices continued to sound and gradually condensed into a sentence.

"Go and ask the city lord for help."

Seeing that the monks were in a panic, the monks affiliated with the City Lord's Mansion could only suppress their fear, comfort them with kind words, and send a message to the City Lord's Mansion.

But what they don't know is.

The manager of the City Lord's Mansion was also having a hard time dealing with the important monks in the city, secretly groaning in his heart. He also wanted to contact the City Lord, but he couldn't.

I haven't seen the city lord for a long time.

The monks looked disappointed and stood up and left, driving their magic weapons straight to the city wall.

At this time.

The surging swarm of zombies was only a hundred feet away from the city, and their hideous faces were reflected in the eyes of the cultivators.

Because of the large formation, although the monks were nervous, they still used their own methods to attack.

For a while.

Dense spiritual lights of various colors flew out of the formation and fell into the group of zombies, causing bursts of roars. Many zombies were killed on the spot by dozens of spells, but most of them only suffered minor skin injuries.

The scene they saw next made all the cultivators feel a chill in their hearts.

I saw that those ghouls that were killed by magic or seriously injured and dying were eaten by the ghouls around them on the spot, and the ghouls that ate them were obviously more excited, and the beastly nature revealed in their dark green pupils became stronger.
Seeing the group of zombies resisting the spell and getting closer to the city, but the city lord has not appeared yet, many monks gradually feel a little uneasy.

If it weren't for the protection of the great formation, they would have probably fled in all directions.

Fifty feet. Thirty feet. Ten feet
When the group of corpses and ghosts came to the outside of the formation, they were only about ten feet away.

One of the city walls.

A corpse ghost covered with scales, its dark green pupils suddenly turned dark red, raised its head to look at the shield of the formation, raised its ferocious arm, and swung it down lightly.

"cut!"

An indifferent voice sounded, faint as a whisper, but it echoed clearly in the ears of all the practitioners.

Just as they were wondering who was speaking.

Wherever the corpse ghost's hand passed, a dark red thread about ten feet long and as thin as a hair appeared.

The silk thread touched the shield, paused for only a moment, and then sank into it, struck through the city wall, and landed on a white jade pillar deep underground.

click
Just hear a crisp sound.

A thin crack appeared in the center of the white jade pillar, and the restriction fell into darkness and silence.

outside world.

The scale-covered corpse ghost silently turned into a pool of minced meat. The shield covering the city suddenly flickered for a moment, and in the stunned and horrified eyes of the cultivators, with a "bang", it turned into thousands of fluorescent lights and slowly dissipated.

Roar.
They were stunned, but the corpse ghosts were not. They jumped onto the city wall one after another, and their ferocious arms wrapped in heavy corpse evil fell on the monks.

Ah.Ah.
A shrill howl was heard.

In just a moment, dozens of monks were dismembered and killed, their bodies becoming food for the corpse ghosts. More monks wanted to resist, but they could only hold on for a moment before being drowned in the swarm of corpse ghosts.

And the monks in the city who were rushing to the city walls saw a scene they would never see again.

Seemingly endless numbers of zombies swarmed into the city.

Just a moment.

Silence and screams echoed throughout the city.

The leaders of the major forces in the city, who were on the upper floors of the restaurant, saw this scene and murmured, "It's over."

at the same time.

The same situation was happening in the other six cities.

Without the protection of a large formation and the presence of a great Taoist master, facing tens of thousands of corpses and ghosts, only a handful of cultivators escaped, and the rest were all reduced to blood food.

The next day.

There were no more screams in the seven big cities, and the spiritual energy fluctuated. The smell of blood lingered for a long time. The zombies that had eaten enough were divided into hundreds of teams and hid in various places in the city to digest their gains.

Three days later.

Fighting broke out again in the city.

But this time it was not corpses and monks, but corpses and corpses.

As they fought and devoured their own kind, the remaining corpses' aura became stronger and stronger, with only ferocity in their eyes.

Until the past three months.

The aura of corpse ghosts comparable to those at the Dao Foundation Realm burst out in the seven major cities one after another, and the remaining less than a hundred corpse ghosts comparable to those at the Perfection of Condensed Veins Realm fell down in submission under the suppression of their aura.

Three days later.

Seven people with different appearances and wearing black robes each brought dozens of ferocious corpses to the gate of the original underworld.

At the top of one of the mountains, there is a temple.

Li Changsheng opened his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his face, "It's time to leave." His figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Bottom of the hill.

Suddenly, billowing black gas gushed out from the calm underground, submerging the seven people in the lead and hundreds of ferocious corpses. The black gas collapsed and shrank, turning into a stream of light that flew into the sky.

above the sky.

Li Changsheng raised his hand and took the "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner", and his mind sank into it.

With the inclusion of seven Dao Foundation-level masters and hundreds of vicious corpses, the speed at which the "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner" could transform was several times faster than simply nourishing it with the evil spirit of corpses.

With its feedback, the corpse ghost's physical body and internal evil spirit are improving at a fast rate.

Feel it silently.

Li Changsheng put the "Ten Thousand Corpses Banner" into his Taoist foundation for cultivation, and then left on Xiaoqing.

The border of the chaotic underworld.

On a plain not far from a ruined city.

A shuttle-shaped ship as red as topaz slowly emerged from the ground.

At this time.

A faint light fell on the deck of the boat, revealing a tall and handsome young man wearing a white robe with gold patterns.

Seeing the honest and rough middle-aged man on the deck, he bowed and said, "Hello, Fellow Daoist Tian."

"How dare you."

Tian Cang shook his head and extended his hand to invite, "Brother Li, please." He led the way and said casually, "Brother Li, do you know what happened in the Chaos Netherworld?"

Li Changsheng pretended to be puzzled and uttered a sigh, then shook his head and said, "I came here only to nurture a spiritual weapon, and I know very little about other things."

Hear the words.

Tian Cang seemed to be relieved and said, "In the past few years, I don't know which great cultivator has been practicing here, which has led to fewer and fewer cultivators coming and going to the Chaos Netherworld, and many old friends have also... Alas."

As he said this, he sighed lightly, and without saying anything more, he led Li Changsheng into a guest room, talked to him briefly, and then turned and left.

Li Changsheng looked around the room, then sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and concentrated, circulated his magic power to temper his Tao foundation, and stimulated his qi and blood to temper his body.

the other side.

Returning to the master's room of the boat, Tian Cang breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with lingering fear: "As expected of Qingyang's true disciple, what a vicious man."

He shut his mouth halfway through his words.

Sitting cross-legged at the center of the boat formation, he poured his magic power into it without reservation. The boat's restriction glowed brightly, and its speed suddenly increased by several times.

Half a month later.

A faint light flew up from Sanxuan Immortal City and disappeared into the distance.

a few days later.

The mountain gate of Qingyang Sect, Zhuhai Peak.

The clouds gathered and transformed into a huge portal. A majestic black-scaled dragon slowly flew out and landed on the top of the mountain.

Li Paner, Dong Xing and others who were busy on the mountain saw Xiaoqing's figure and showed joy on their faces, "Big brother is back" and "The master is back." They put down their work and drove their magic tools to the top of the mountain.

peak.

Xiaoqing's body shrank and fell into the deep pool.

As soon as Li Changsheng landed on the platform, he saw a stream of ink-colored light flying over and landing on his shoulder. Immediately, a somewhat pitiful and childish voice sounded, "Next time the master leaves, you must take Xiao Mo with you. Xiao Mo knows a lot now."

Li Changsheng raised his hand and lifted the small thing on his shoulder to his front.

Compared with before, Xiao Mo's facial features are now no different from those of a six or seven-year-old child. The most important thing is that the aura he exudes has apparently been promoted to the great demon realm.

Looking at its pitiful expression, Li Changsheng said calmly: "Your cultivation level is improving very quickly."

(End of this chapter)