When I become a demon king, I want to change my department to the Taoist sect.

Chapter 427 Xu Zhi’s Crisis

"Junior, it's really easy for us to find you. Stop struggling and come back to Bailu Valley with me to accept the trial."

"Judgment?" Xu Zhi smiled coldly, "Bailugu went on to recruit disciples, forcibly taking people as slaves. When things failed, he also intended to kill people and silence them. Is this the so-called righteous way of a famous family?"

Jindan Zhenren of Bailu Valley had a condensed look on his face.

He naturally knows how the sect recruits disciples. In fact, if it weren't for recruiting such a group of free labor every year.

The daily maintenance of Bailu Valley will not be so smooth. After all, the real inner and outer disciples do not have enough time to practice every day. How can they have time to plant spiritual fields, raise pet beasts, and open spiritual mines?

However, ordinary mortals are simply unable to perform these hard labor tasks, and the efficiency is extremely low.

If you use Taoist soldiers and demon spirits to do it, not only will the cost be higher, but the cost of a Taoist soldier and demon spirit is also very high.

And compared to real monks, they are a little less spiritual.

Therefore, the work tasks of sects in the world are generally done by these low-level monks who are called disciples but are actually slaves and have poor qualifications.

And in order to make them work more seriously and work harder.

Each sect will give out the pitiful few promotion quotas, like a carrot catching a donkey, to spur the young monks to keep working.

Many monks have worked hard all their lives, only to finally realize that the so-called road to promotion is just a mirror, visible but not tangible.

Even Sanxian Island is no exception.

However, Sanxian Island has clearly marked the minimum number of merits required to be promoted to an outer disciple. Although it is a relatively disappointing number, there is always a clear hope.

Unlike most sects, all interpretation rights belong to the sect. Your life-long efforts may be wasted with just a little more explanation from others.

And the behavior of forcing people to work as slaves like Bailu Gu is even worse.

The Jindan master couldn't help but secretly scold the idiot in charge of recruiting disciples.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the two people in front of them are beautiful and talented. How could they be turned away when recruiting disciples?

That's all, that's all. It's just a few Taoist seedlings missing. But how can you forcefully recruit people as slaves just for the sake of beauty?

This idiot really deserves to die!

As a disciple of a large sect, being domineering and blessing is not a huge stain.

But if you have poor discernment and bully people who shouldn't be provoked, that's a recipe for death.

Especially like now, he has caused big trouble for the sect.

Idiots like this should also punish their backers!

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that the unlucky guy who died in the hands of the kid in front of him was a direct descendant of the guy next to him.

Sure enough, another middle-aged male cultivator could no longer hold himself back.

He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "No need to waste words with this short-lived brat. Get her quickly, take her back to the sect, and execute her in public to comfort my grandson's soul in heaven!"

The reason why he was so angry was not because he really cared about that grandson's life.

The middle-aged male cultivator has been trapped in the second level of the Golden Core for more than a hundred years, and he already knows that his potential has been fully realized.

After all, he only made a low-grade elixir in the first place.

Therefore, he pinned all his hopes on his grandson, who was extremely talented and was likely to be able to achieve high-level alchemy.

What's more important is that this grandson is deeply loved by his ancestors.

It can be said that he is the lifeblood of this middle-aged Taoist cultivator.

But I don’t want to just participate in the enrollment ceremony, which has almost no risks in the sect, and turn into a wisp of ashes.

Just like his future.

This makes him not angry.

In this way, he took action with hatred, and the magic power flowed around him, causing the storm to move.

It was obvious that all the mana was poured into this attack.

Bailu Valley's Fengxing technique is the most famous, and the middle-aged Taoist cultivator is currently using his little magical power. The true wind of heaven and earth splits

With his perfect cultivation of the Second Level Golden Pill, let alone the kid who has just been promoted to the Golden Pill and is still in the weak stage.

Even the ordinary Jindan Daoist must be blown by the divine wind to have his muscles and bones eroded and his flesh and blood melted.

Suddenly, between the heaven and the earth, there was a whimpering sound of wind, like a knife cutting, gathering at Xu Zhi from all directions, like a dragnet, with no way to avoid it, no way to hide.

The other Jindan master saw this and did not take action. After all, someone wanted to be the first to wade into this muddy water. He was happy before it was too late, so how could he take the initiative to intervene.

Therefore, he just stood aside, holding down the formation for the middle-aged Taoist cultivator.

With a level of cultivation at the second level of the Golden Core, how could there be any surprise when dealing with a junior who had just formed a pill and whose aura was very weak, probably because he had overloaded himself with some magic weapon?

Facing such a terrifying attack, Xu Zhi said with a sad face: "What a big loss, what a big loss. I only got two pills like this from my master after hard work. I didn't want to end up with you." It's a waste of one on a minor character." As he said, the fragrance of the red pill was fluttering for a hundred miles as soon as he took it out.

Just by smelling it, she felt refreshed and even the cultivation barrier was loosened. Little Xu Zhi stuffed the pill into her mouth.

The next moment, Xu Zhi's mana was lacking, her consciousness was weak, and she was even depressed.

All swept away!

"Then is that the third-turn spiritual elixir?" The Taoist who was holding the battle was speechless when he saw three mysterious and unusual Taoist patterns engraved on the body of the elixir.

He has never even taken a second-turn elixir in his life.

As for the third-turn elixir, let alone eating it, I have never even seen it!

Even if you sell him, you still can't afford a piece of this elixir!

And what did the kid in front of me say? She actually had two!

He even wanted to say that to deal with weak golden elixirs like ours, we really don’t need the third-turn elixir!

This is too much of a waste of natural resources!

Moreover, if you are willing to give me this elixir, I may just let you go!

This three-turn elixir is called the Nine Transformations of Doom Luck Pill.

The most important effect is actually to understand the path of bad luck.

It is an elixir refined by Tang Yuan after he came back from the world of Fenbaoya and gained some understanding of the path of bad luck.

Not to mention the preciousness of the spiritual materials used in medicine, the most critical core material is the ray of world calamity that can only be released when the world sinks into ruins and the era ends.

It was also because the world of Fenbaoya was completely destroyed by Tang Yuan's hands that he took the opportunity to absorb some.

If you want to get it again, you need to destroy a world again before you can do it.

Its preciousness is naturally self-evident!

The refined gourd nine-change elixir of bad luck can simulate the nine kinds of disasters before sinking into ruins, showing a real aura of bad luck.

For all monks who practice the path of bad luck, it is a risk-free opportunity to realize the great path.

One gourd only yielded nine pills, and each of the true disciples and the little fox had one pill.

Xu Zhi gave her an extra one because her main skill was the way of bad luck.

For this elixir, replenishing mana and restoring energy is just a matter of taking advantage of the situation.

That’s not its main function at all!

Xu Zhi had already planned for these two elixirs. One of them was indeed used after the elixir was formed to consolidate the realm and practice the great magical power of bad luck.

One of them is to be used to break through the Yinshen and escape to the nine heavens, trying to cross a few more heavenly realms.

Only in this way can the value of this Nine Changes of Luck Pill be maximized.

At this time, it is true that he has just broken through the golden elixir.

But firstly, Xu Zhi was in poor condition, and secondly, he could not sit down immediately to comprehend the great path.

The final effect will inevitably be weakened.

But I can’t control that much at the moment!

Under the stimulation of the elixir, Xu Zhi only felt that the things that she didn't understand or didn't understand thoroughly about the end of the law and the end of luck in the past were easily solved.

A stream of wonderful ideas emerged from my mind, and inspiration appeared everywhere. The feeling was really wonderful.

With a light tap of her plain white fingers with well-defined joints, the calamity-breaking spell that had taken all kinds of trouble just now shot out from her fingertips without any hindrance.

Wherever the dim light went, the wind stopped and shot out from between the brows of the middle-aged Taoist cultivator.

The whole process was so smooth and natural that even his protective robe didn't react until the person was already dead.

Only then did a stream of light light up.

This terrifying scene was so frightening that the other monk did not dare to stay for a second. Like a frightened rabbit, he instantly fled thousands of feet away.

"Are all first-grade golden elixirs such monsters? It's really terrifying!"

But before Xu Zhi could withdraw from that mysterious realm.

An invisible wind blade came through the air at such a fast speed that Xu Zhi didn't even have time to react, so she could only instinctively raise her hand to block it.

Fortunately, the robe she was wearing was of the magic weapon level, and the protective spiritual light automatically lit up, blocking most of the power of the wind blade. Only the residual energy that penetrated her fingers caused a crack.

Xu Zhi ignored the bleeding left hand and looked into the air with vigilant eyes.

The old Yang God of Bailu Valley has arrived!

(End of this chapter)