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

Chapter 466 Reaction
A deserted place.

Qingyang Sect, inheritance hall.

At the moment when the information of the book spirit's split soul was erased and it turned into a wild monster, the old book owner who was dozing on the desk suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge amount of words seemed to flow through his inky pupils.

Scenes flashed through my mind.

The scene shows Yan Yu being chased and strangled by the Zhenwu Guards, Chang Hou and Luo Tianying flying in the wilderness, Zhuang Ying, Ji Su, and Yin Tan practicing in a cave, and other disciples walking alone or in pairs.
But there was no fragment of the book spirit, no "fake" monk shrouded in old age, no Lan Caishen, and no images of Li Changsheng appeared.

A few moments.

"Weird"

The old man stood up straight, his brows knitted.

It used its magical power "Book House" to promote divination to deduce the information of soul division, but gained nothing, as if its existence was wiped out without leaving any trace.

“Erase existence.”

Shu Lao was stunned, a possibility came to his mind, and he murmured: "Could it be that their identities have been erased?"

It seems that only this can explain why he could not divine any information with his magical powers.

“Is it worth it?”

The old man's face twitched.

There are many ways to erase one's identity in Daqing, but each method is extremely costly, and the more distinguished one's identity, the higher the cost.

To erase the identity of a great person, the price would be so high that even an ordinary noble would feel the pain.

Wiped out dozens of people in succession.

Perhaps only a family that has been passed down for thousands of years and is still prosperous can afford it.

"Someone is targeting Meng Zhenyang? Don't want him to reach Infant Transformation?"

An idea came to Shu Lao's mind and he immediately confirmed it. After all, paying such a huge price could only be justified if it was targeting Meng Zhenyang.

"The royal family? Or the Zeng and Yao families? Or the sect?"

Various forces flashed through Shu Lao's mind.

The Meng family has existed for thousands of years and has reached its current status, so naturally they have countless enemies.

True Man Qingyang, not to mention Meng Zhenyang, who had completely offended the royal family. The current situation of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses also made him cut off his own sect's influence.

If he had not been born into the Meng family, his soul would have been sucked out and turned into a sky lantern long ago.

Even Meng himself has a great possibility.

The Meng family has been around for thousands of years and has spawned countless branches.

When a True Lord is born, if he does not expand outward, he will definitely encroach on the resources of other branches.

However, not only is outward expansion too risky, there are also many obstacles and it takes time to plan. On the contrary, it is much easier and safer to invade the resources of other branches.

"Ugh"

Shu Lao couldn't help but feel a headache. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. His body silently disintegrated into a ball of ink and slowly disappeared.

A dark and empty palace.

A ball of ink appeared out of thin air and condensed into the figure of Shu Lao. It looked around and when it saw the dim figure standing in the center of the hall, a gleam of light flashed across its eyes and it said with a smile:
"Qi's cultivation is getting deeper and deeper. Is he not far from condensing the golden elixir?"

"Meet Mr. Shu."

Qingyang Sect Master Meng Cenqi turned his head and saluted, then shook his head and said, "The foundation of Taoism is lacking and has not yet been filled."

"Make up?"

The old man looked strange, shook his head and advised: "Don't be greedy. Your Taoism is profound. If you strive for the third-grade golden elixir, you may arouse the jealousy of the gods, and it is hard to predict whether you will be blessed or humiliated."

Meng Cenqi restrained himself and said nothing.

When Shu Lao wanted to say more, he was interrupted by an indifferent voice.

"Okay, did you come here because of the demon spirit, Mr. Shu?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded and frowned, saying: "I used my magical powers to deduce and found them."

for a long time.

Wait till it's finished.

The palace was silent for a few breaths, and then the voice of Xuanling Zhenren was heard.

"Please come and see me personally, Mr. Shu."

Hear the words.

Mr. Shu did not shirk his responsibility, but nodded with a hesitant look on his face.

As if seeing it hesitate, Xuan Ling Zhenren's voice sounded again, "Wake up the three demon spirits in the depths of the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Pool. You have nurtured them for thousands of years, and it is time to do something about it."

"it is good."

The old man nodded in agreement, glanced at Meng Cenqi, and his figure turned into a ball of ink and disappeared.

Wait until it leaves soon.

Xuanling Zhenren's cold voice echoed in the palace. "What Shu Lao said is correct. With your profound Dao foundation, the condensed third-grade golden elixir is enough to surpass the general third-grade golden elixir. If you pursue the third-grade golden elixir too much, you will arouse the jealousy of the heavens. It's too late to regret it now."

"Go down."

"Yes."

Meng Cenqi had an unclear expression. He bowed, then walked away.

The palace was silent for a few breaths.

"Ugh"

A gentle lament sounded, "Brother obtained the remains of the evil gods to make up for his foundation, but where did I get my foundation as an immortal?"

Qingyang Sect.

Dang. Dang. Dang.
The sound of bronze bells rang out one after another through the Qingyang Mountain Gate. It lasted for a full cup of tea before the sound slowly dissipated.

But the impact it caused is lingering for a long time.

"How many true disciples died? How many elders?"

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"Could it be that the Power Demon Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Forest are attacking?"

The monks who knew the meaning of the bronze bell were stunned for a moment, then they took a deep breath, their minds becoming panic-stricken, and they all looked for people to find out why so many important figures had died at once.

For a while.

The sky was filled with flowing lights created by the sound transmission jade tablet and the escaping lights of monks.

Soon after.

The Qingyang practitioners learned the reason.

The true disciples who perished this time were all elders who were heading to foreign lands.

time.

Most of the Qingyang disciples did not mourn the death of their fellow monks, but were glad that there would be no sect war. At the same time, they had the impression that the outside world was like a devil's cave.

And when the true name of the fallen monk spread.

Some are happy, some are sad, and so on.

Bamboo Sea Peak.

Dong Xing's family, who were busy working in the fields and mountains, suddenly heard a shrill cry coming from the top of the mountain, which lasted for a long time.

Thinking something had happened, Dong Xing and the others were startled and hurried to the top of the mountain.

The group followed the wailing sound to the outside of the palace, but were stopped by Rong Ying, whose eyes were red and his face looked sad.

"Miss, I'm not going to see anyone for the time being, so go back."

Dong Yao, who usually had a good relationship with Rong Ying, stepped forward and asked with a worried look: "Sister Rong, what happened? What happened to Pan Er?"

Rongying did not explain, but shook his head and said, "Go back."

"Sister Pan Er she."

Dong Xifu's eyes immediately filled with tears when he heard the crying. He took a step forward but was stopped by Rong Ying.

Seeing this, Dong Xing winked at Dong Yao, and then Dong Yao pulled Xiao Xifu, who was reluctant to leave, and left the top of the mountain, looking back every step of the way.

soon.

The wailing from the mountain stopped, and the few people went up the mountain again, but still did not see Li Paner.

a few days later.

Wu Yong, who was stationed at the shop in Wangxian City, rushed back to Zhuhai Peak and brought Dong Xing and his companions a shocking piece of news.

"Li Changsheng has fallen."

At first, several people did not believe it, but when Dong Xing and others went out to inquire, they found out that the news had already spread like wildfire.

More than a dozen people who went to the outside world died, including Li Changsheng.

The group returned to Zhuhai Peak in a daze.

He just stood at the foot of the mountain, saying nothing, and no one knew what he was thinking.

A full hour later.

"Wow"

A loud cry interrupted their thoughts. Xiao Xifu hugged Dong Yao, tears kept falling, and soon wet her clothes.

Dong Yao's eyes were slightly red and she patted her back gently.

"Ugh"

Dong Xing rubbed his eye sockets, gathered his sleeves and squatted down, his mind vaguely recalling the first time he met the shy boy riding a pig.

Wu Yong sighed repeatedly. He could never have imagined that such a person would suddenly die.

Hao Yuegui showed a worried look on her face, wondering if a woman in the late stage of Condensation Veins could maintain such a large fortune as Zhu Haifeng's.

Li Changsheng, who was being thought of by everyone, was now chewing on a spiritual fruit and leisurely strolling in the Jiangdu City which had been built thousands of years ago.

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