Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 395 Pressing forward step by step

Monk Baisheng is one of the only three remaining abbots of the Tianlun Sect, and his position is equivalent to that of the deputy abbot.

He organized his disciples to plan attacks on Jinsha Sect many times and personally led the charge. It is unknown how much blood of Jinsha Sect members was on his hands.

Because of his great perfection in foundation building, coupled with his high position and power, he also practiced the sharp fighting method of the Golden Bell Body Protection Sutra.

He is known as the best person under the Golden Elixir in Tianlun Sect.

to be honest.

The monk Baisheng is the "Sand Sea Born" of the Tianlun Sect.

The two have the same status, strength, and achievements.

But now Lu Ye had killed the Hundred Victories Monk. Sha Haisheng felt stars in his eyes, his breathing became rapid, and he felt unwell all over.

The crowd behind him was in an uproar, and the sound of whispers reached his ears, making him even more furious, his face aching and his heart pounding.

"Hiss... It's the Hundred Victories Monk. Is it really him? Is his head even smashed flat?"

"Yes, it's him. One of my arms was torn off by this evil monk. I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes!"

“Oh my god, Patriarch Lan was able to kill the Hundred Victories Monk, doesn’t that mean he will kill the deputy sect leader… ahem…”

Sha Haisheng was so ashamed and angry that his eyes were almost spitting fire.

Fortunately, the people behind him were not stupid enough to say the words that would offend him. It was just that the voices gradually became louder and finally merged into a uniform voice.

"Chief Lan is mighty!"

"Jinshamen is mighty!"

The foundation-building monks have a lot to consider, but the Qi-cultivating disciples are much simpler. So many of their fellow disciples died under the planning of the bald man opposite.

Now seeing that the other party had become a refined corpse, countless low-level disciples rushed over from behind the protective light shield and shouted loudly. It was unknown who stood out among them and shouted - open the door!
Then the crowd's voice changed.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door for Chief Lan!"

The color of Sha Haisheng's face changed from red to blue, from blue to purple, and from purple to yellow. He was shaking with anger.

But just outside the hood.

That guy who doesn't know how to live or die is still firing at me.

"Lan He" leaned forward, still with that elegant and warm smile on his face, and asked softly.

"Deputy Sect Leader Sha."

"I killed the white tiger and won a hundred victories."

"With these two merits, can I come in?"

"Do you still doubt me?"

Sha Haisheng's chest puffed up in anger, and he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Finally, he exhaled a long breath of white air, opened his eyes, and regained clarity.

At this time, a foundation-building elder came up behind him and pulled Sha Haisheng's sleeve. The two communicated with each other through their minds and transmitted their thoughts in secret. It was unknown what they said.

A strange smile gradually appeared on Sha Haisheng's face.

He waved his hand violently, and several streams of magic power hit the control array plate, and the mountain protection magic array was opened.

Sha Haisheng bowed deeply and respectfully towards Lu Ye, and there was nothing wrong with his behavior. It could be said that he was treated with great courtesy.

"Patriarch Lan, you are joking. You have made such great contributions. Who can doubt your loyalty? Please come in..."

"It's my duty, please don't mind."

"I will prepare a banquet some other day and invite Brother Lan to have a drink as an apology."

Sha Haisheng's attitude suddenly changed. He released his defensive formation, with an obvious fake smile on his face and cold murderous intent in his eyes. He spoke sweet words, but the malice in his body was almost condensed into substance and burst out.

It's obvious that he's got a lot of thoughts in his mind and I don't know what bad intentions he's harboring.

Lu Ye was not afraid at all. He bowed, smiled and responded, then strode in.

Many low-level cultivators in the formation were unaware of the twists and turns between the higher-ups, and when they saw Little Thunder God finally successfully enter the formation, they cheered with joy.

"Little Thor... Little Thor..."

"You are so stupid! What little Thunder God? He is obviously Thunder God!"

"Hey, isn't it good to call him Thunder God?"

"You know shit. Thunder God is a god, not a human. Thunder God sounds much better."

A few monks exchanged a few words with each other, then started to make a noise, shouting "Thunder God" loudly.

Then the crowd changed the sound waves again, shouting "Long win Lei Gong, long win Jinshamen".

Lu Ye smiled and nodded, then walked through the crowd. The densely packed heads immediately dispersed to both sides, leaving a clear path for him.

At the same time, people kept squeezing up from behind, hoping to get some of the spiritual energy from the God of Thunder.

The savage on the road was walking in front, and everyone was respectful and admiring him.

But the Victorious Monk and the White Tiger Demon King, the two corpse refiners following behind Lu Ye, were not so lucky.

"Evil tiger, you swallowed my elder brother, you really deserve to die!"

"Monk Baisheng, you ruined my cultivation, and now you have come to this day!"

In the two columns, angry and excited monks kept jumping out, rushing to the White Tiger Demon King and the Victorious Monk and beating them violently.

Fighting with fists and feet was common, spitting was considered the least severe, and some people even used flying swords to stab people on the spot.

Fortunately, the people nearby were still conscious and knew that the two corpses belonged to the "Lan He" clan leader, who was a great help, so they hurriedly stopped them.

Behind the White Tiger Demon King and the Hundred Victories Monk who were refining corpses were Yun Yanke, Guan Changdao and seven other foundation-building monks who had managed to survive.

Yun Yanke noticed that among the seven people in his family, the elder of Jinshamen was walking, and suddenly a disciple of Jinshamen appeared in the crowd next to him, pulled the corner of his clothes, and the elder disappeared into the crowd.

Fortunately, Yun Yanke was used to keeping his eyes and ears open, so he quickly turned around and saw that the elder had turned a few times in the crowd and had returned to Sha Haisheng, whispering something.

"These Jinshamen disciples don't even consider our small family as their own!"

Yun Yanke felt resentful.

He knew that it must be the elder of Jinshamen who had lived and died with them before, who was reporting to Sha Haisheng truthfully about everything that had happened that day.

Everything he reported would be picked apart and carefully examined one by one, to find out anything that was detrimental to the "Lan He" brothers and turn it into sharp arrows of attack.

"We can't let them maliciously slander Brother Lan!"

Yun Yanke thought so in his mind, and hurriedly took two steps forward and stood behind Lu Ye.

He communicates using spiritual consciousness.

"Brother Lan, you are still trying to show off. Something bad is going to happen!"

"You are such a great hero, maybe you will become a big bear tomorrow!"

Lu Ye stood in front without moving, continuing to wave to both sides, with a perpetually warm smile on his face.

His consciousness responded.

"Brother Yun, why is it so?"

"Golden Sands Gate can't erase our real contributions, right?"

Yunyan stamped her feet in out of politeness.

"Brother Lan, why are you so honest?"

"People want to find fault with you, but who cares whether you have made any great achievements?"

"You rescued us today, including the elder of Jinshamen. He has now gone to Sha Haisheng to report the truth."

Lu Ye sneered.

"Is it wrong for me to save you?"

Yun Yanke clapped his hands on his thigh, looking speechless.

"How is it correct?"

"You did save him. Everyone knows that you have the spirit of thunder. You can use the Thunder Escape Technique and your body movements are incredibly fast. There is no denying this."

"But think about what spiritual weapon you used today? You haven't seen it before, right?"

"The spiritual weapon smashed the foundation-building treasure like a hammer hitting wood, with a clanging sound, and it was extremely easy."

"You used that spiritual weapon hammer to kill more than a dozen foundation-building monks. More than half of the credit should be attributed to that hammer, right?"

"This is at least a treasure weapon, maybe it's a golden elixir spiritual weapon?"

"If someone asks you why you didn't use it before? Are you hiding your incompetence? Are you just sitting back and watching your allies die?"

"If you allow them to make malicious assumptions, it won't be long before you are completely discredited, and even the spiritual weapon you got today will fall into the hands of others."

"Do you believe it or not?"

Lu Ye’s telepathic reply consisted of only two words.

"Do not believe!"

Yunyan was so polite that she almost jumped up and down.

"Brother Lan, people's words are scary and people's hearts are hard to predict!"

"You, why don't you understand?"

"If you can't make the golden elixir, you will end up being an ant."

"Our arms are not as strong as their thighs."

The man in front, Lu Ye, suddenly stopped, turned around and spoke to Yun Yanke.

"Brother Yun, what you said is very right."

"What? The arm cannot be higher than the thigh?"

"No, one sentence before that?"

"What? If you can't achieve the Golden Elixir, you will end up being an ant? Brother Lan, we are all ants. You are just a bigger one. Remember this..."

at this time.

Lu Ye walked forward and had already passed the place where the foundation-building cultivators were concentrated. Outside were all Qi-cultivating cultivators, who had lower cultivation levels but were more enthusiastic.

The monks squeezed together and completely separated him from the Yunyanke behind him.

Yun Yanke sighed - Alas, Brother Lan is so stubborn, I'm afraid he will suffer in the future.

The scene on the ground was in chaos.

In the air, suddenly, several huge pressures enveloped the entire place.

All the practitioners in the originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet, and a feeling of fear arose in their hearts, as if there was a natural enemy watching them overhead.

Several people fell from a great height, and their bodies passed through the protective magic circle. A voice came from them, and the sound shook the whole mountain.

"Why are you all gathered together?"

"How disgraceful?" Sha Haisheng and the other foundation-building masters bowed hurriedly.

"Meet the Master, meet the Three Wanderers!"

The monks who practiced Qigong fell to their knees.

"Greetings to the headmaster, and to the three wanderers of Mo Yuzhu..."

It turned out that the ones falling from the sky were old man Sha Yu and the three wanderers Mo Yuzhu.

Lu Ye squinted his eyes. He had already sensed from the fish-dragon diagram that the four people had returned, and they would come back earlier than he expected.

It seems that these golden elixirs are still very careful about their lives and are not willing to attack desperately.

heaven.

There was a hint of paleness on old man Sha Yu's yellow face, and the golden anaconda crutch in his hand was gone. This was the golden elixir magic weapon that made him famous.

Among the other three scattered people.

Mo Ruyan's face was still pale, his eyes were sharp, there was not a trace of blood on his black robe, his body was straight, he didn't look injured, and he was still full of energy.

Yu Sanren was holding the Jiaoweiqin, his robe was torn and tattered, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't look in a very good condition.

However, the one who was most miserable among the four was Zhu Sanren. Only half of the bamboo whip he usually used around his waist was left. In addition, there was a crack from top to bottom on his forehead, splitting his head in half.

From the top of the head to the throat and collarbone, the entire head is like a watermelon split in half with a knife, lying on both sides, revealing the colorful flesh inside.

On the surface of the left and right "pulps", there are buds of flesh that keep wriggling, trying to reconnect the two.

However, there was a sharp sword intent attached to the flesh. As soon as the flesh buds were connected with great effort, a sword intent would immediately fly over and cut them off completely.

Others had their hair disheveled, but Zhu Sanren had his hair parted, and he just flew down like that.

His two eyes were tilted to the east and the other to the west, and his nose and lips were split in half. His eyeballs were still rolling around. An ordinary person would have died long ago if they had suffered such injuries, but he was still alive and well.

Most monks would find it creepy at first sight.

Many of the cultivators below had their eyes flashed with shock - my goodness, what kind of monster is this Zhu Sanren? He can't even die?
Sha Haisheng had already rushed forward, bowed deeply to Si Jindan in a flattering manner, and then leaned in front of old man Sha Yu and whispered something.

The other three Jindan listened with full ears.

Lu Ye looked at old man Sha Yu and his face immediately turned dark.

He coughed and his eyes fell on Lu Ye first. His sharp eyes seemed to want to stare two holes in him.

Then he focused his attention on the two refined corpses of the White Tiger Demon King and the Victorious Monk behind Lu Ye.

Old man Sha Yu forced a happy smile on his face.

"Okay!"

"Today, the Tianlun Sect in the north of the mountain invaded my territory, destroyed my Miao family fortress, and killed and injured countless monks!"

"We, the Jinsha Sect, fought back with tooth for tooth, eye for eye, broke through the Yizi Fortress, and killed the White Tiger Demon King, one of the four great demon kings and the first Baisheng."

"Chief Lan, you did a great job!"

Lu Ye responded to the compliment with a faint smile.

Old man Sha Yu continued.

“These are all great joyous events!”

"Come here, open the hall. I want to reward the meritorious officials!"

"Pass the order down. A banquet will be held tonight. Everyone in the mountain, whether elders, disciples, servants, or slaves, can come and drink to their heart's content."

Old man Sha Yu personally made the decision and set the tone for the whole thing, and the crowd immediately started cheering.

Everyone has been feeling depressed for too long. After five years of hard fighting, everyone's nerves are on edge. We really need a resounding victory to boost morale.

The crowd gathered around Si Jindan, Sha Haisheng, Lu Ye, and other foundation-building cultivators who were going out to attack and came to the main hall.

The Qi-cultivating monks and disciples then dispersed. In the hall, only the foundation-building monks were qualified to enter and sit down to discuss important matters.

The crowd dispersed, most of them concerned about how to have a good meal tonight.

In the main hall, there were four chairs on a high platform, on which old man Sha Yu, Mo Yuzhu and three other people sat in order.

Below the high platform, there are two rows of foundation-building monks sitting on each of the left and right rows.

On the left sits Sha Haisheng, the most respected one, and all of them are the foundation-building elders of Jinsha Sect; on the right sit the foundation-building leaders of families and small sects, who are not the direct descendants of Jinsha Sect.

Previously, there was a highly respected leader of a small sect who always sat in the first seat. Today, he was extremely humble and sat back.

The person sitting in the first seat now is Lu Ye.

Old man Sha Yu raised his hand and waved his sleeves. The two doors of the hall closed and the magic circle was activated, immediately isolating the inside and outside into an independent space.

"Master..." Sha Haisheng stood up and saluted, "I am following your order to lead our allies to retreat. No one will be missing, and we will all return."

"Yes, Chief Lan got separated from us and his whereabouts are unknown."

"May I ask, Master, after we leave, how about fighting against the Golden Cores of the Tianlun Sect?"

Sha Haisheng was good at observing people's words and expressions. Although old man Sha Yu and the three scattered people were in a mess, they were all in high spirits and high spirits, so they must have won.

Lu Ye on the opposite side cursed in his heart, "You're such a flatterer, it's a waste of your talent if you don't act as a supporting actor. Your words of greeting are setting traps for me."

On the high platform.

Old man Sha Yu laughed out loud.

He spoke slowly, and the three scattered men formed a formation and severely injured the three-headed lion king; the lion king was defeated and fled far away; the four of them overwhelmed the three golden elixirs on the opposite side, causing the one-horned bull king and the powerful ape king to be seriously injured.

Patriarch Huiding gave away the relics of a great monk of his ancestor's generation, and only then was he able to protect the golden elixirs and escape.

The cultivators below were all moved after hearing this and felt refreshed. By this calculation, the Tianlun Sect suffered a great loss in today's battle.

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, old man Sha Yu changed the subject and greeted Lu Ye.

"Patriarch Lan, you first fought the White Tiger Demon King fiercely, and then killed the Hundred Victories Monk."

"Can your body handle it? Don't force yourself. I have a magic medicine that can help you recover."

Lu Ye smiled and thanked the master for his concern and love, saying that he was fine.

Sha Haisheng suddenly snorted coldly.

"Master, Patriarch Lan is very well-nourished."

"He has a spiritual weapon, which can easily destroy the foundation-building treasure."

"Maybe it's at the Jindan spiritual weapon level. With such a spiritual weapon protecting him, how could he be easily injured?"

Old man Sha Yu said "Oh" and looked at Lu Ye with a doubtful look on his face.

Lu Ye sneered, and with a casual move, the hammer that had been modified by the mutated Dan fire fell into his hand.

The complete golden elixir spiritual weapon is only possible when Tianlun Sect and Qingmuyu are combined together. After being separated, it is named Zhentian Hammer, which is stolen out of Tianlun Sect by the five rebellious monks of Baibei, and finally falls into Lu Ye's hands.

"Are you talking about this?" Lu Ye slapped his forehead, "Alas, everyone misunderstood."

"This is what I stole last time I killed a Qigong monk from the Tianlun Sect."

"I just succeeded in refining it a few days ago. I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

Shahai was so angry that his nose twisted.

"Chief Lan, stop talking nonsense!"

"How can a little Qi-training monk from the Tianlun Sect be worthy of possessing such a powerful weapon?"

Lu Ye retorted.

"Why not? Haven't you heard that a pearl covered in dust will obscure itself?"

"This spiritual weapon is nothing but a piece of ordinary iron in the hands of those bald men. But in my hands, after being refined with blood and baptized with thunder, it is reborn, transformed and evolved, shining brightly!"

"If Deputy Sect Master Ruosha also has a thunder spirit root, he can come and try it!"

Sha Haisheng was furious: "You..."

Everyone knows that in the entire mountain, the only person with the thunder spirit root is Patriarch Lan.

Old man Sha Yu coughed, interrupting the two of them.

"Patriarch Lan, may I have a look?"

Lu Ye smiled and said it was no problem. He let go of the hammer and it flew into the hands of old man Sha Yu.

Old man Sha Yu and the other three Jin Dan looked at it carefully and were surprised.

"Huh? Golden Core Spirit Weapon? No, it can only be considered half a piece!"

"If this thing is paired with the Qingmuyu of the Tianlun Sect, it looks quite good. If I hadn't seen the Zhentian Hammer before, I would have mistaken it for this one."

"Could it be that Qing Muyu's hammer was lost once before, and this hammer is the original one, and the one stolen by Bai Bei Monk was refined later?"

Zhu Jindan had extraordinary eyesight and was able to see through the origin of the hammer, but it was impossible for the Heaven-shaking Hammer to be so ugly and rough in appearance.

In addition, the Jindan people have tried it and found that this hammer can be controlled by magic power of any attribute, and is not limited to the thunder attribute magic power of Chief Lan.

Old man Sha Yu reluctantly returned the club to Lu Ye, with greed flashing in his eyes. His golden anaconda crutch was destroyed, and he was still lacking a handy spiritual weapon.

When Sha Haisheng, the leader, saw the expression on old man Sha Yu's face, he felt relieved. "How are you doing now that the Sect Leader is thinking about you?"

As a subordinate, you should think what your master thinks and say what your master cannot say.

Sha Haisheng immediately stepped out from the crowd and saluted.

"Report to the Master."

"Patriarch Lan killed the Hundred Victories Monk and the White Tiger Demon King and made them into refined corpses. According to the rules, they should belong to Sect Leader Lan."

"However, these two beasts are of great significance to our Jinsha Sect. I beg the Sect Master to allow me to exchange them for the two corpses with spirit stones at the Shanbei Pavilion."

"Next time we go into battle, as long as we assign these two corpses to different teams, we will surely scare the enemy off at the sight of them."

"Patriarch Lan," Sha Haisheng turned around and bowed deeply to Lu Ye, "You must put the overall situation first."

Lu Ye sneered, and Yun Yanke, Guan Changdao and others behind him whispered - Damn, Jinshamen is going too far!
But no one dared to stand up.

Old man Sha Yu pretended to think about it, then frowned and nodded in agreement with the suggestion.

"Master Lan, I'm sorry to have wronged you. The purchase price of Shanbei Pavilion will be increased by 10% and exchanged for Spiritual Stone Points."

Lu Ye cursed in his heart, I have enough spirit stone points, but your pavilion is short of resources, what’s the point of me guarding a bunch of points?

Sha Haisheng seemed to be encouraged, and continued to persuade.

"Master, I have something else to say!"

He pointed at the hammer next to Lu Ye that had not yet been put into the storage bag.

"Since ancient times, a sword has always been paired with a hero!"

"Patriarch Lan has great skills, but he is not a golden elixir after all. Wouldn't it be a waste to use this spiritual weapon?"

“When I think about going into battle again, my Jindan has no spiritual weapons and might get hurt, and the foundation-building cultivators below might die. I feel like a knife is cutting my heart.”

“So,” Sha Haisheng bowed directly to Lu Ye this time, “Brother Lan!”

"Please consider the overall situation and exchange this spiritual weapon for spiritual stone points and give it to the mountain gate's golden elixir master for use. How about that?"

(End of this chapter)