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

"cut!"

The cold and harsh words came out, and in an instant, the bloodshot eyes of the figure in green robe looked like a dragon leaping out of the abyss.

"Qiang!"

A long sword sound resounded through heaven and earth.

next moment.

Amid the overwhelming blue and white breath, an extremely faint blood-red mark appeared. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and the mark became increasingly scarlet.

bang
A monstrous, blinding scarlet color emerged, and a murderous and sword intent that was even more extreme and ferocious than the cold and dead silence of all things returning to the abyss suddenly erupted.

In just a moment, the cold and dead silence contained in the blue and white breath was destroyed, and the remaining scattered power was like a flood that split into two sides, breaking through the boundless sea of ​​wind and thunder, like two hanging rivers falling from the sky.

Sandy hills.

In an instant, thousands of miles were frozen, turning into an extremely cold place.

Roar.
Immediately, a roar of a beast that seemed to come from the ancient times resounded throughout the world. The area tens of thousands of miles around was plunged into darkness. Bursts of roars and explosions were heard. Deep in the dark sky, there was a vague shadow of a towering beast of unknown size hovering between a bright pearl.

A bone-chilling wind blew past.

It is summer, and goose-feather-sized snowflakes are falling. If you follow them, you can see that the snow, covering tens of thousands of miles, is drifting towards the boundless sky that connects the sky and the earth at a fast speed.

soon.

The heavy snow that lasted for half a month dissipated.

The sun is high in the sky, its rays breaking through the dark clouds and bringing warmth to this cold world.

Rays of rainbow light appeared one after another in this world.

Looking at this icy world bordering the Demon Abyss, which has completely fallen into a dead end, all the great cultivators, who are either family ancestors or important officials of the imperial court, were silent.

I thought it was a great opportunity to find a walking deity, but I never thought that this great opportunity was actually a taboo, a deity who had reached the sixth level and was comparable to a god.

When everyone sighed.

A cultivator quietly descended into this icy world, jumping and hopping like a mortal, as if looking for something. Soon, he fell into a sunken sand dune covered by ice.

can be seen.

Under the ice, there lay quietly a palm-sized fragment of white scale armor covered with intricate patterns.

The monk's face lit up with joy, and he immediately took out a golden hammer surrounded by layers of precious light from his sleeve. He raised his hand and dropped it. There was a loud bang, and the golden hammer bounced back. Looking at the ice again, there was only a small dent, which was obviously far from enough to take out the remaining armor.

The monk was not annoyed when he saw this. He held the golden hammer and hit the ice layer again and again.

Whenever there were pieces of ice splashing, he would treat them as a formidable enemy, not daring to let them touch his skin, but carefully moving them to the outside.

Just like this, break the ice little by little to get things.

The great cultivators who saw this scene had changing expressions in their eyes and could no longer sit still. They controlled their light beams to fly down in all directions, jumping like mortals and searching in the icy land.

Soon everyone gained something.

Most of them were like the previous monks, finding a piece or two of armor, and only a few monks found ice crystals stained with gold and red, or a drop of pure golden blood.

On a huge ship with a mighty forbidden aura.

A middle-aged man with a bright moon on his back and an elegant face leaned on the railing, looking at the ground covered with blue and white ice crystals, and sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"The remaining power alone frightened a group of Yuanying cultivators so much. I really don't know what kind of power is at that level."

"It's a pity that my cultivation is too low, and I can't bear the lingering meaning inside, otherwise I would definitely go and look for an opportunity."

The elegant middle-aged man looked sad, and then turned his head to look at the man standing not far away with his hands behind his back and a stern face, and asked: "Senior, why don't you go and look for an opportunity?"

Without waiting for him to speak, he slapped his head and said with a smile:

“Yes, these are just some broken pieces of flesh and armor of a sixth-rank god, and a bit of sword intent left by the Sword Ancestor of Taixu Sword Sect. As a direct descendant of the Meng family, how could you be interested in these?” The stern middle-aged cultivator looked at him expressionlessly and waved his sleeves. The man screamed and fell from the boat, landing on the icy land in an instant.

"Meng Qingyang, you..."

As soon as Ji Yuan landed on the ground and started to curse, he felt a bone-chilling chill coming from all directions. He felt as if he had been in a cold spring for ten thousand years. All his magical powers and soul were slowly becoming stiff, and his words were stuck in his throat.

at this time.

The bright moon hanging behind him dropped a ray of cold moonlight.

Ji Yuan suddenly felt no longer so cold, and his rigid thoughts became active. He breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could continue cursing, he heard a cold voice in his ears.

"With the half-immortal treasure of Taiyin Immortal Mansion protecting you, nothing can happen to you here."

Ji Yuan glared at him.

Meng Qingyang glanced at him, turned and walked in one direction, leaving only a faint voice.

"If you find any benefit, you can keep 30% for yourself."

Ji Yuan sneered, and Meng Qingyang's cold voice came again.

"You don't want the Ji family to be expelled, do you?"

Ji Yuan's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and after a few breaths, he followed silently.

Because of the dead silence, coldness and fierce sword intent left behind.

Each of the famous great cultivators was like a mortal farmer, working diligently to break the ice and obtain things. Although it was far from the great opportunity they had imagined, the legacy of a sixth-rank god, a Yangshen realm sword cultivator, was still a great opportunity for them.

Time passed slowly.

Gradually, more and more great cultivators entered the Frost Sealed Land in search of opportunities. Among them, those with powerful cultivation mostly gathered at the edge of the Demon Abyss to search. This place was also the place where the fighting was the most intense, with many relics left behind and also a considerable crisis.

The lucky ones will find many scales and golden blood.

Those who were unlucky were invaded by the coldness and sword intent left behind and their bodies were immediately seriously injured. They would then waste a hundred years and use up their special powers.

A deserted place.

If you look down from the sky, you can see it.

The entire desolate land is like a person embedded in the earth, divided into three parts from head to toe by two narrow abysses.

at this time.

The abyss located in the waist and abdomen.

A thin cloud of smoke entered the depths of a Jedi surrounded by raging winds and thunderstorms, and fell directly into a pool of blue lightning materialized by thunder. It drilled into a hideous corpse at the bottom that was nearly ten feet long, with lightning-patterned scales on its body and fangs in its mouth.

Roar.
A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened, and a roar filled with fury resounded. Kanlan Lei Bo instantly went into a riot, setting off dense and explosive thunder.

The corpse raised his arm covered with hideous bone spurs and reached towards his chest.

at this time.

A spot of green quietly appeared on the chest and abdomen of the corpse, and its body suddenly stopped. The next moment, its ten-foot-long body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. It let out an unwilling roar from its mouth, and silently turned into powder and dissipated.

A small tree with broken branches and in ruins appeared in its place.

A ray of thought emerged and quickly enveloped the area.

"are you back."

Murmuring voices were heard, and raging thunder poured down.

The crack on the trunk of the small tree that was almost split in half slowly healed, and at the same time, roots spread wildly in all directions underground. (End of this chapter)