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

"What is He?"

"Lord Yangshen, or a fairy?"

"Is capturing the clone of the Firefly Moon Immortal for the sake of the foreign land? Or is it because of the innate gods?"

Li Changsheng had countless thoughts in an instant.

There was too little information available for him to guess.

Thinking about the fact that there was no word of innate god on the "Immortal List" and the ranking of his own bloodline, Li Changsheng's eyelids trembled, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

If that irresistible and magnificent palm was compared to a natural disaster, the reason why he was able to avoid it was most likely due to the effect of the golden finger.

And he is famous on the "Immortal List".

I'm afraid that the real people in power in Daqing will know about it the moment it is listed.

If "innate gods" are taboo.

Then what may be waiting for him next is a man-made disaster.

"It's time to leave."

Li Changsheng looked deeply into the sky, and in a trance, he felt that the world was a cage, with endless silk threads hanging down, connecting with the millions of mortal cultivators in Daqing.

"identity."

With a whisper, the young man disappeared silently.

The next day.

The independent cultivators who had needs came to the Li's Spiritual Pavilion as usual, but what caught them off guard was that the Li's Spiritual Pavilion, which had been open for nearly a hundred years and had never been closed, was actually not open.

At first, some independent cultivators who had seen Li Changsheng explained that they might have closed down because the younger generation of the owner of Li's Lingge came to visit.

But as time passed, the Li family's spiritual pavilion has never been opened.

The casual cultivators gradually felt something was wrong until the plaque that had stood for hundreds of years was given a new look. Then everyone suddenly realized that the Li family spiritual pavilion was closed.

For a while, the streets were full of discussions.

There is speculation that his boss left Dongwang City with his descendants.

There are also rumors that the store was squeezed out by other stores selling spiritual objects and could not continue to operate. After all, the spiritual objects sold by Li's Spiritual Pavilion are not only of good quality but also extremely cheap.

There are many different opinions.

But what cannot be changed is that the Li family's Lingge is indeed no longer there.

The merchants selling spiritual objects in the surrounding area were overjoyed.

The casual cultivators lamented that spiritual objects were becoming increasingly expensive, but their lives remained the same. Gradually, no one talked about the once famous Li's Spiritual Pavilion anymore.

at the same time.

The main city of the twelve counties of Chongyuezhou.

The passage across the state lights up almost every once in a while.

One by one, monks surrounded by spiritual light and with awe-inspiring aura walked out.

Traveling merchants and nobles with extraordinary insight recognized many great monks who were famous in the whole state or even in Daqing.

They are either the ancestors of noble families, or the elders of Tianzong, or the great masters of the royal family.
Just as they were wondering why these big shots took the interstate channel to Chongyuezhou, and whether some great opportunity had appeared.

But not for long.

A piece of important news spread throughout Daqing at an extremely fast speed.

A congenital god was born in Chongyuezhou.

Moreover, he is a sixth-grade innate god who controls the duties of mountains and rivers.

As soon as this rumor came out.

The Daqing cultivation world was in an uproar, and the news even spread to the surrounding dynasties.

Soon after, news broke.

There are more than a dozen long-famous Yuanying monsters who crossed the border of Daqing and arrived.

Following closely behind.

Stop the war, stand by the abyss, and be desolate.

A grand scene of great numbers of people perishing one after another appeared on the three continents.

The spiritual energy in the area where it fell rose, and wherever it radiated, the monks and monks all had different improvements, the beasts became intelligent, and the children born were all found to have single spiritual roots and spiritual bodies.
But even so.

Still, there were many people who were not afraid of danger and continued to flock to Daqing.

There are even rumors that there are signs of fighting between gods on the border.

In this regard.

Any cultivator who knows what a sixth-grade innate deity represents will not be surprised at all.

A sixth-rank innate deity. If he hadn't died midway, he would have been a Yangshen who had lived in the human world for almost a long time.

However, there has never been a shortage of methods of possessing other people's bodies in the world of cultivation.

A sixth-grade innate deity is a great opportunity to achieve enlightenment in an alternative way.

at this time.

Somewhere there is severe desertification and barren hills everywhere.

Deep underground.

"Cough cough."

Li Changsheng coughed heavily several times, and suddenly coughed out a mouthful of golden blood mixed with a strand of silver-white thread. Before it fell to the ground, a bright golden flame ignited out of thin air.

A sword whistled and roared from the golden flames, then quickly disappeared.

"call"

Li Changsheng exhaled lightly, raised his hand and touched the hideous sword mark between his eyebrows that almost tore him in half, and murmured, "Almost. Just a little bit."

A violent thought suddenly surged up like fire.

"Ss ...

A sound that sounded like the hissing of a snake or insect, but also like human voice, rang in his mind.

As the sound rang out.

A crystal white color like snowflakes appeared in the depths of Li Changsheng's emerald green eyes. Wrinkles appeared on his skin texture, and scales covered with intricate patterns broke through the skin, and strands of light golden blood flowed out.

Visions appear.

The sound of Ben Hulun became clearer and clearer.

Until the young man had a face like a vicious dragon, scales on his body, ice-blue horns on his head, and turned into an inhuman appearance. The space was silent for a moment, and a clear and real roar suddenly exploded.

"Who hurt my disciple?"

The words fell.

An extreme chill filled with coldness suddenly erupted, and the surrounding earth walls were instantly filled with a layer of ice-blue crystals.

The ice crystals were like mirrors, but what was reflected was not that inhuman figure, but hundreds of thin old men with white beards and hair.

He jumped up and down and cursed, his eyes filled with anger.

"Who is it? Who is it!"

"I'm going to kill him, kill him"

At first the sound was clear and distinct, but in the end it turned into a meaningless and terrifying roar like a beast.

"Woohoo...eat him, eat him."

Center of space.

The inhuman being suddenly raised his head, and his dead white eyes met the eyes of the old man in the mirror. Two incoherent voices overlapped and resounded.

"Kill him!"

next moment.

boom.
A silver-white thread suddenly crashed into the ice crystal space, and infinite sword light burst out in an instant, submerging the inhuman figure.

Outside, there is a sea of ​​strong wind and thunder.

A figure in a green robe stood in the air above the endless thunder. The strong wind that was powerful enough to destroy a Purple Mansion cultivator turned invisible within three feet of him. On his blurred face were a pair of silver-white eyes marked with blood-red vertical lines.

As if sensing something, a light "eh" was heard.

A cold and hard voice spread out, and the violent ocean of thunder suddenly froze.

"A sixth-rank god of time from the outer realm."

"interesting."

The words fell.

boom.
One was not very big, with branches and horns as big as mountains, scales as white as snow, and a head like a dragon that crashed into the strong wind layer of the sea of ​​thunder.

The stagnant sea of ​​thunder roared, raising the sky thousands of feet high.

Before it even fell, it was completely frozen by the vast and deadly coldness, like water turning into ice.

"Slaughter and eat."

A mumbling sound echoed throughout the sea of ​​thunder and wind. The Ice Dragon's eyeless head turned toward the figure in green robe, and it opened its huge mouth like the abyss, and exhaled a torrent of blue and white breath that poured down.

A cold and dead silence aura of all things returning to the abyss filled the air.

"As expected of a god who controls the weather."

Faced with the monstrous breath that could kill a person who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage with just a trace of it, the green-robed figure showed no intention of dodging, and the vertical lines in his eyes became brighter. (End of this chapter)