The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

Two thousand miles away is the ruins of Pingtian Palace.

This site covers an area of ​​about 80,000 miles and is located in a desolate area covered with black sand.

Many of the stone pillars in the ruins towered into the sky, with dragons and phoenixes carved on them, as well as strange beasts of strange shapes. Among the piles of rocks on the ground, many ruined palaces were dark and dark, connecting to the underground palace.

Legend has it that the ruins of Pingtian Palace have existed for at least hundreds of thousands of years. It was once a major immortal sect with a leader in charge.

At this moment, south of the ruins, hundreds of thousands of monks were busy setting nets and casting lines.

A cultivator who could move to the edge of the ruins had to be at least at the seventh realm. Otherwise, his vitality would be lost, and even if he was lucky enough to catch a spirit-escaping fish, it would be a loss.

Among the tens of thousands of figures, there are not only cultivators who are obviously human, but also many who barely have a human form, or demon cultivators and wild beasts who have simply given up on transforming, and even some parasitic cultivators without a physical body.

Just like in the great world, cultivators in the virtual world, whose cultivation is generally more powerful, will still fight each other for the right position.

"My disciples from the Jinyu Academy are here. This section of 100 miles is occupied by my disciples. Unrelated cultivators are not allowed to trespass here without permission."

"The disciples of the Five Suns Buddhist Sect occupy this 300-li section. Outsiders are not allowed to approach."

"Shaoyin Sect occupies thirty miles, please show some mercy and don't rush to occupy this side."

The crescent moon hung upside down, and fish leaped in the moonlight. As they got closer to the ruins of Pingtian Palace, the noise of the cultivators became louder, and it was quite lively for a while.

If there is a Nine Realms Perfection in charge, it is considered a major sect in this remote ruins. If there is an immortal Buddha, it would be extraordinary, enough to occupy a piece of land in the center of the ruins.

The Wuyang Buddhist Sect, which now occupies an area of ​​300 miles, is a sect where a true Buddha resides.

It is tens of thousands of miles wide, and in the 300-mile section close to the middle section, nine hundred monks of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect who have achieved perfection in the seven Buddha roots are scattered, and four elders of the nine Buddha roots are assigning disciples to pull the net.

In a flash of inspiration, thousands of small balls flew rapidly, leading to the interweaving of layers of large nets.

"You three hundred men guard the net."

"Hurry up and put some blood bait to attract the fish."

"Prepare the Buddha treasures above the late stage of the Eight Buddha Roots to guard against the evil cultivators who are tracking the Escape Spirit Fish."

The four Nine Buddha Root Elders transmitted messages one after another, and many disciples were busy. If they were not flying up and down one by one, they would have been like a group of fishermen.

The school of spirit-escape fish was approaching, and the elders and disciples of the Five Yang Buddhist Sect were busy when a short old man in linen clothes appeared.

The old man appeared silently, looking at the desert in the distance and muttering to himself: "I don't know how many generations have passed since I was born. Considering that it is rare for a clan member to come to the virtual world alive, it is okay to accept him for the sake of blood relationship."

“But among the people they brought, there was someone who could hinder me from releasing my divine consciousness through the air. This must be the work of a person who has reached the ninth level of perfection and has an extremely powerful spiritual consciousness.”

The old man in hemp clothes became interested and wanted to see whether the person brought by the younger generation had extraordinary strength or had any treasure on him.

The four Nine Buddha Root elders realized it later and noticed the old man in hemp clothes approaching, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Greetings, Sect Master. We can handle such a small matter. We guarantee that we can harvest at least a hundred Spirit Fish." The tall elder, who was in the late Nine Buddha Roots stage, obviously mistakenly thought that the Sect Master came for the fish.

The old man in hemp clothes is the leader of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect. His name is Rong Jing, and his Buddhist name is Huitong. After coming to the virtual world, he joined the Wuyang Buddhist Sect, outlasted the previous leader, and took over the position of leader.

However, it is extremely difficult to practice above the level of immortals and Buddhas. It took him 30,000 years to reach the late stage of True Buddha. Later, he was severely injured by the Night Demon clan due to Ye Molin's group and is still injured.

"We are here to pick up a few juniors, you don't need to pay attention to them."

Rong Jing gave an order and looked outside the Pingtian Palace ruins, his eyes first falling on the school of spirit-escaping fish.

The fish this time are mostly of the eighth to ninth grade, just like in the past few thousand years. They are good at escaping and not very capable of hurting people. What we need to guard against are the evil cultivators hiding behind the fish.

His eyes passed over the school of fish, searching for the blood of his own clan. His Buddha's eye was still in the third eye, so he had no choice but to use the method of looking at qi from some Buddhist teachings to scan the surroundings.

This method of looking at qi has limited power. It can only be used to peek at the strength of other people's bodies, and it can also distinguish the qi of different bloodlines.

"They blocked my divine consciousness from descending, and the Buddha treasure also cut off the induction. There are hundreds of thousands of monks gathered at the ruins, and there are monks over 40,000 miles away. If I don't release some strange phenomena, it will be difficult to find me!"

After looking for a while using the Qi-gazing method, Rong Jing did not find any younger members of his clan. He then turned to look to the far left and right, thinking that his younger members had strayed from this place.

Just when he was about to send some disciples to spread out on both sides to create some strange phenomena, he suddenly felt something. Looking to the right a thousand miles away, he saw that a section of five hundred miles there was occupied by disciples of Qianzhen Temple.

The abbot of Qianzhen Temple, who had not been out for many years, also came to the edge of the ruins.

Thousands of miles away, the skinny old monk Zhihai, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple, was the first to notice the bystanders watching.

There was some hatred between the two parties, so Rong Jing's face was cold, but to his surprise, Zhihai seemed to be hesitant about something after seeing him, and after hesitating for a while, he turned into a green light and escaped.

When the light of escape landed on the ground, the skinny face of the visitor showed a rare smile.

"Fellow Taoist Huidao, I have something to discuss with you. I hope you can cooperate with me to lure the turtle into the urn." The abbot of Qianzhen Temple, Zhihai, whose real name is Gongsun Hai, is the ancestor of the Wangxue Gongsun family of the Lotus Continent of the Great Heaven and Earth.

Upon hearing this, Rong Jing did not refuse immediately. Instead, he started to speculate and thought that this matter might be related to the descendants of the two families, and might then involve people brought by the descendants of his own clan.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me. I will decide whether to agree or not after you explain the seriousness of the matter."

After receiving Hui Tong's telepathic response, Zhi Hai, the abbot of Qian Zhen Temple, showed joy in his eyes and the anger in his heart was much less.

He learned about Liu Feng from his junior Jian Heng, and knew that several people from the Rong family were traveling with Liu Feng. At this moment, Hui Tong happened to be rarely out, so he was probably waiting for his juniors.

So, Liu Feng had already taken advantage of the chaos to get out of Tongxu Road and come to this virtual world. I'm afraid Liu Feng would not have thought that his real body was also in the ruins of Pingtian Palace.

After all, he is a junior from the great world, not from a royal family, and knows nothing about the forces in various parts of the virtual world.

Just now, he suffered a loss at the hands of the Nirvana Sect, and a descendant with perfect nine Buddha roots died. It was all because of Liu Feng. He would immediately join hands with Hui Hai to make a plan and capture Liu Feng and send him to the Imperial Daughter Palace, which might bring him considerable benefits.

"Friend Huitong, I wonder if you have ever heard of the story of Tanye Buddha. He had a disciple who could reincarnate many times and return to the virtual world..."

In a few breaths, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple explained the whole story. Rong Jing thought about it and felt that if he could go to the Imperial Daughter Palace to exchange for some elixirs, his injuries would definitely recover, and perhaps he could even get better.

"My mind was blocked just now. The Liu Feng you mentioned is quite capable, or there may be a true immortal beside him. It may be dangerous to capture him. Besides, there are many people here."

"Do you agree to it? Then the next thing is easy. I will take another True Buddha from the sect to the Night Demon Forest in the ruins and wait there. You can lead him to the Night Demon Forest."

After saying this, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple leaped up and turned into a streak of green light, rushing towards the west of the ruins.

Watching the old monk Zhihai walking away, Rong Jing's face darkened. If it wasn't for the elixir, he would never have cooperated with the old man from the Gongsun family.

"Night Demon Forest! To take down a ninth realm, even if he has a True Immortal by his side, it shouldn't be too much of an effort. It's enough to attack from the outskirts of the Night Demon Forest, no need to go too deep."

Thinking of the Night Demon Clan in the Night Demon Forest, the ancestor of the Rong family felt both hatred and fear in his heart.

There is a rare piece of precious land in the ruins of Pingtian Palace. It is rumored that it is the site of the former medicinal field. After the Night Demon Clan broke through the remaining formation and occupied it, it was transformed into a place where demons and monsters breed. Putting away the thought, Rong Jing separated a drop of blood essence and assigned three eighth-level disciples to take his blood essence to the left, while he went to the right, and searched along the edge of the ruins for several younger generations who might have arrived at the ruins.

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To the south of the ruins, there are monks for more than 40,000 miles.

The scattered schools of spirit fish were being attracted by the baits everywhere, and the cultivators were busy fishing.

At this time, a group of more than ten unfamiliar monks arrived and landed in the ruins.

There are often foreign cultivators visiting this site. Among them, there is a cultivator who has reached the ninth level of perfection and a half-immortal, who are busy fishing. For the time being, no one has any bad intentions towards these people.

Among the group of figures there were demon cultivators, poison masters, Buddhist cultivators, and devil cultivators. They were Liu Feng and the others, all of whom had changed their physical appearance.

Others cannot recognize them by appearance alone, but doing so is not very useful. If they meet someone who is determined to find them, there are many ways to find out their true identity.

For example, their race, bloodline, physique, and cultivation methods can all be recorded to identify them.

For example, among the six members of the Rong family, if someone brought the essence and blood of the same clan over, they would be able to sense it.

The evil spirit like Holy Mother Yanyou has been sent into the Insect Palace. The one walking outside at the moment is still the demon body of Liu Feng, and the divine weapon of Dongxu has been sent into the inner world.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, our ancestors have never heard of you. We are new to the virtual world and have no grudges against each other. It is unlikely that we will embarrass you. I hope you will tolerate us when we meet."

The skinny old woman from the Rong family glanced around with an uneasy look on her face, and bowed to Liu Feng repeatedly.

"Liu is just being a little cautious. You don't need to think too much. We will first learn about this place and inquire about your ancestors. It won't be too late for you to contact him later."

Liu Feng signaled to the people beside him, and the six of them dispersed into the crowd.

Among the six people, the three demon monks Yan'an, Yan Bei and Yuan Ming were not good people. They abducted dozens of demon cultivators who killed humans nearby, dragged them to the ruins of the site, refined their souls, and searched their memories.

The three female Gu Masters looked excited. Yuan Caihe, Ouyang Shuiling and Zhou Wan took the initiative to inquire about the news. They looked around and found everything new and interesting.

Liu Feng and others were also busy, picking up the missing spirit fish from the cultivators.

When they made this move, even though they restrained their main skills and only displayed a portion of their strength, it was still obvious at a glance that they were superior to ordinary people of the same level.

Of the Four Immortal Flags, the demon Liu Feng only took out the White Tiger flag. The other three flags, the Ink Immortal Map, as well as the Five Elements Treasure Mirror and Insect Shell Armor that he had obtained from the Insect Palace not long ago, these external objects were not taken out, but they still attracted a lot of attention.

"It seems that not all cultivators in the Void Realm are wealthy, especially in this remote place where the immortal energy is sparse." Liu Feng saw the covetous look in the eyes of others and understood what was going on.

As time goes by, even Saint Mother Yanyou feels unfamiliar with the virtual world today. His fragmentary memories of the virtual world are simply not enough.

This was his first time arriving in the virtual world in this life, so he would need to act cautiously for a long time in the future. He would not be in a hurry to look for immortal items or spiritual objects, but would focus on gathering information to avoid getting into big trouble.

Looking up at the crescent moon on the dome, it seemed strange no matter how I looked at it. Compared with the moon in the big universe, the moon on this side of the virtual world seemed to be upside down, so it looked like the two corners were bent downward, hanging upside down in the night sky.

Even if he exhausted his current eyesight, just like observing the sun and the moon in the vast universe, he could not see even a single bit of the moon here.

Turning his eyes to the black desert outside the ruins, there are crystals shaped like plants and trees, far and near, and one can see a mixture of spiritual energy and turbid air in them.

While looking around the ruins inside and out, he waved the White Tiger Immortal Flag to emit dense golden threads.

The golden threads were interwoven into a net, which penetrated into the black sand again and again. Soon, six forty-foot-long spirit fish were caught from under the sand, which was four more than what Yu Xia and Fa Shi caught.

"They are not immortal products, and these six are also relatively small in size, but they are also of some benefit to my original body and clone's cultivation."

Liu Feng was wealthy, so he didn't pay much attention to the six spirit-escaping fish, which were not of the fairy quality. He waved a flag and was about to reel in the six strange dragon-like fish.

But he didn't care much about it, because the cultivators in the Void Realm here would not think so.

Six long hooks wrapped in flower shadows shot over and nailed on the gills of the six spirit fish caught in the net.

There is an invisible long line connected to the end of the long hook. When it is pulled, the six long hooks will carry the spirit fish away.

"Asshole, who wants to steal my master?" Yu Ying was immediately furious.

Fortunately, her brother Yu Fushan was quick-witted and quick-handed, and used a "constant darkness" witchcraft to cover her up, so that she couldn't even speak.

The people who were traveling with them, whether it was Fashi, Yu Xia, Tu Qingyan, or the six people from the Rong family, all felt their hearts sinking because of the scene before them, and their eyes all fell on Liu Feng.

Now it is different from being in the big world. It is impossible to kill people directly. The decision depends on Liu Feng.

The demon Liu Feng moved his eyes and saw through the source of the six long hooks. A magic treasure shaped like a square handkerchief was hidden in the air, and under the handkerchief were a dozen female cultivators in gorgeous clothes.

"I have ten ninth-level cultivators here, and they dare to rob me with four ninth-level cultivators! Judging from their clothes, they are cultivators from a sect. Could it be that they are relying on the existence of immortals and Buddhas in the sect?"

The six long hooks retracted towards Fang Pa, and Liu Feng's eyes turned cold. He didn't intend to kill anyone, but he couldn't just watch the supplements he got being snatched away.

To deal with four ordinary ninth-level realms who are not even Wang Xue, there is no need for him to show up in person, and even for Fa Shi and Yu Xia to take action.

The demon's arms suddenly swelled, his royal bloodline supernatural powers were mobilized, and at the same time, Buddha's power surged into the White Tiger Immortal Flag.

Suddenly a circle of black light swept out, and Fang Pa Lingbao was forced out of his form. More than a dozen female cultivators inside were swept by the black light, and the spiritual sea was instantly in chaos.

After a moment of distraction, they found that the Dingling Gou and the Dunling Fish had disappeared.

The square handkerchief was opened, and sixteen cold and arrogant figures in gorgeous clothes came out. Leading the group was a narrow-eyed middle-aged woman with murderous eyes. She appeared ten feet in front of Liu Feng and others with one hand extended forward.

"I am the elder of the Baihua Pavilion. Are you an outsider cultivator who has just arrived at the ruins of Pingtian Palace? You have never heard of me, the immortal of the Baihua Pavilion. It is understandable. Bring the fish and the hook here. I will spare you this time."

All eyes nearby gathered together, and when they looked at the dozen or so women, most of them had a mixture of fear and contempt, but when they looked at Liu Feng, they had an expression of gloating.

The scene at that moment was quite strange. Liu Feng took back the six spirit fish with one move, and made all the female cultivators from Baihua Pavilion lose their minds for a moment. If he wanted to kill them, these bitches would all have to die.

But these dozen weaklings were so confident when facing a stronger one that they dared to threaten to "spare" the other party this time.

The six people from the Rong family had grim expressions on their faces. They had witnessed how ferocious Liu Feng was. How could someone in the Ninth Realm dare to snatch the fish from Liu Mo!
At this time, Liu Feng, the demon, glanced at the crowd and said calmly, "The people sent by your Rong family's ancestors to look for you are here. Tell them your identities first. I will ask you something later."

After saying that, he flipped his hand and pressed it. A flash of blood appeared, and the bloodline magical power containing Yue Zui's bloodline reappeared. At the same time, half of the Buddhist Dharma reached out and grabbed.

Of the sixteen women, fifteen were gone in the blink of an eye, whether they were nearby or in the air, leaving only one in the early eighth realm, who was standing in a daze in the air after losing consciousness.

"I have taken the people from your Baihua Pavilion first. If I want to go back, ask the immortals in your pavilion to come find me personally." Just because he didn't kill people in public didn't mean he wouldn't kill immortals elsewhere.

Under the astonished gazes of the nearby monks, Liu Feng said something, turned around and led his men into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)