Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 507 Purple Thunder Madman
The woman called Second Sister-in-law was stunned, watching the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth swarming towards the turtle's back.

However, the pheasant boy who was pinned down, stripped of his shorts and spanked reacted faster.

"Mom, run!"

"You said that Uncle Wu has realized the way of nature. He is about to break through!"

"Go, go, go..."

The second sister-in-law reacted and nodded quickly.

"Good boy, you are right to remind me..."

She didn't care about beating the child, and didn't even lift up the kid's shorts. She just flew off the turtle's back and landed on the flat ground in the distance.

The little kid's long voice remained in the air.

"Mom...you said that Uncle Wu was able to break through, so he should thank me for peeing?"

"I won't pee, you won't beat me, if you don't beat me, how could he break through today..."

clap clap clap...

"I'm going to thank you right now and give you a plate of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots!"

The second sister-in-law is Sister Hong, and the one whose shorts had been taken off and whose buttocks were beaten red was exactly her and Wang Hu’s naughty son Wang Zikuan.

Eight years have passed, and the child is at the age where neither man nor dog likes him.

Not to mention that the mother and son are of one mind and are competing with each other for the flesh on their palms and buttocks.

Gui Baozhu attracted spiritual energy from the surrounding heaven and earth for several miles, causing strange phenomena, and the clouds in the sky swirled rapidly like a whirlpool.

In the market town below, many independent cultivators from various places have already taken off to observe.

Elder Tiegong has been managing Zhongxiang Island for eight years. He is selfless and treats the members of the Lan family and other disciples who come from independent cultivation equally. He also pays great attention to the management of the market.

Zhongxiang Island is more prosperous than ever, so there are more independent cultivators in the market. Right now, there are about five to six hundred cultivators taking off into the air, forming a huge black mass of people.

Everyone gathered together. This place was far away from Zhongxiang Peak, so they dared to speak boldly, as long as they didn't speak to the Zhongxiang Island market guards in person.

"Look, someone on Zhongxiang Peak must be about to make another breakthrough."

"Well, maybe this island is a good place for Feng Shui."

"I've been here for a few years and have seen this cultivator break through many times!"

"That's right. The three sworn brothers Wang, Zhang and Shu have achieved foundation building for many years. Later, two mortals who transferred their immortal roots also reached the later stage of Qi training."

"So, cultivation requires money, companions, Dharma, and a place... all of which are indispensable!"

"It's because we don't have a good supporter. No sect would be willing to let Qi training disciples enter the spiritual veins to practice, right?"

"Speaking of big legs, the island is the biggest one. Island Master Lu is still in seclusion, right? He has been in seclusion for eight years. Could he be trying to achieve Nascent Soul?"

"Impossible. I heard that Patriarch Lu has only achieved the Golden Core for more than 20 years. How could he achieve the Nascent Soul?"

Everyone was talking about it.

Suddenly, a casual cultivator whispered and poured cold water on him.

"Everyone, I don't know how long this island's prosperity can last..."

"Shut up, why are you saying such depressing things? Bah, bah, bah, it's too unlucky!"

"That's right, Liu Mazi, don't you also eat at the market? Why are you holding a bowl and smashing the pot?"

"Alas, everyone, you misunderstood. I am not cursing this Zhongxiang Island. It makes a lot of money and has little control. I hope it gets better and better."

"But I am well-informed, brother. Recently, I am afraid that Bilang Jun has made some moves. I heard that since he defeated Demon King Shefeng eight years ago, he has found a few passing Jindan masters."

"Either he doesn't like them, or his wife doesn't like them, or they just don't like them, so the matter is delayed."

"Ma Zi, why does it sound like this Patriarch Bilangjun wants to pack up his foundation and his wife and give them away?"

"Don't interrupt. There is news that he has recently hooked up with a Yuanying master cultivator. Both parties are very satisfied with each other."

"Hiss... Don't scare me. How can a Yuanying Great Cultivator look down upon our remote sea area?"

"The spiritual veins on the island are not enough for his cultivation!"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, I've told you the news. Believe it or not, it's up to you..."

The cultivators in the market town rose into the air, watching the strange sights in the sky while talking in low voices and taking the opportunity to exchange information.

On the top of Zhongxiang Peak.

After Gui Baozhu called her "Second Sister-in-law", he closed his eyes and remained silent.

But his turtle body was shining all over, and his size kept shrinking, from more than ten meters long to about ten meters in diameter.

The spiritual energy from the surrounding heaven and earth poured down like a pillar, and the Eight Trigrams runes also appeared on Gui Baozhu's back, circling around, drawing in all the spiritual energy in the air and absorbing it into his body.

Several monks flew out from the high tower to protect him.

The first person to come forward was Elder Tie Gong, who was wearing an eight-legged wooden spider armor puppet.

This puppet, which is of the highest grade spiritual weapon level, also uses some Nascent Soul Realm auxiliary materials, so the armor looks very light, with smooth curves, and is slim and beautiful.

Elder Tie Gong was wearing armor, and because it was not the time for fighting, his helmet was spread out and turned into a shawl behind his neck.

When he first came to the island, he was very old and looked like he was about to die. Now, after refining the Tranquil Spirit Water and replenishing his consciousness, he has been inseparable from the eight-legged wooden spider.

Now he looks like a middle-aged Taoist with shiny black hair and a ruddy complexion. His eyes are bright and he looks very energetic.

It is said that he sits, lies, walks, sleeps and bathes inside this eight-legged wooden spider. With the help of this puppet, he can exert his full strength to build a perfect foundation.

If Elder Tie Gong has a fortuitous encounter in the future that allows his spiritual awareness to surge, he will be able to truly mobilize the power of the demon pill and reach the upper limit of the eight-legged wood spider's strength, the Golden Core Realm.

Following behind were Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi and Shu Chitu. They were also armored puppets, but of different styles.

Three sets of armor floated behind them, and a light chain floated out from the back of each person, connecting to the armor.

Wang Hu is a yellow tiger-head puppet armor that can switch between human form and tiger form during combat.

Zhang Cunyi was wearing a scarlet fire python armor, and behind the armor there was a circle of light wrapped with red pythons. When fighting, the fire pythons would shoot out in groups, which was the most sharp.

As for Shu Chitu, he was wearing a brown pangolin armor with two sharp drills on it. Combined with his earth escape ability, he was naturally like a fish in water underground.

The armors for these three people were naturally made by Lu Ye before he went into seclusion. Mainly because Wang Hu, who was worried, saw that Elder Tie Gong's armor was beautiful, and he clamored to get a set for himself.

Anyway, one good thing about the external puppet technique is that it does not affect the cultivator's own cultivation. It is only equivalent to a spiritual weapon that can automatically provide mana support, which can greatly enhance combat capabilities.

Lu Ye then satisfied their wishes and made three more armor puppets, which were just enough to strengthen the strength of the cultivators on the island and prevent anyone from causing trouble while he was in seclusion.

Behind these three people are Lan Wutong, Fan Buju, Zhang Biao, and Pan Furong.

Fan Buju also flew into the air skillfully, with large rune marks appearing on his face. It was obvious that he had fully mastered the Three Body Spirit Root Method and was on the right path of cultivating immortals.

He and Zhang Biao stood side by side in the air. They had been playmates since childhood and grew up together, so naturally they were most familiar with each other and close.

Fellow practitioner Lan Wu has made further progress. He is dressed in a Taoist robe, and his aura is less disturbed by trivial matters on the island, and already carries a lot of ethereal and otherworldly qualities.

Pan Furong looked at the pillars worriedly, then turned to look at the tall tower surrounded by green plants, and worried in her heart - what about the one in my family?
Before I went into seclusion, I told myself that I would have to wait for eight years, and that I would be able to successfully reach the Nascent Soul stage after I came out of seclusion.

Now eight years have passed, why hasn’t the person come out yet?

It doesn’t matter whether you can achieve Nascent Soul or not, but you must come out safely.

Now the focus on the field is on returning to the pillar.

But he kept absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and finally his tortoise shell became as bright as a mirror, and the eight trigrams runes on it became brighter and brighter.

Finally, after absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for half an hour, the strange phenomenon in the sky dissipated.

Gui Baozhu's monster body has shrunk to the size of an ordinary monster turtle.

Everyone could see clearly that the cross-shaped scar on the turtle shell had been smoothed out and restored to its original state.

"Hahaha……"

Gui Baozhu stood up, changed back into human form, shook his whole body, and let out a long breath.

"Comfortable……"

Sister Hong was carrying Wang Zikuan in the air, and the child said with a look of regret.

"Mom, look, the cross-shaped groove on Uncle Wu's back has been filled up..." he said with a frustrated look on his face.

"What a pity! I planted many flowers and plants in it and watered them every day, but now they are all gone..."

Sister Hong didn't think about how Wang Zikuan climbed up with his bare hands and watered the flowers and plants, otherwise Wang Zikuan would have been beaten again.

She and everyone else went up to congratulate Gui Baozhu on his success in breaking through the minor realm and now reaching the Golden Elixir Great Perfection realm.

At the beginning, Lu Ye gave him a few petals of the Emperor's Flowing Juice Flower, which was a divine object of the god-transforming level, and it finally worked.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to achieve the Great Perfection of Golden Elixir in such a short time.

Everyone congratulated, Shu Chitu had the ability of smell and a very sensitive nose - hey, why does fifth brother smell so fishy?
He did not have time to think about it, his heart was burning with excitement. He had taken the Emperor Liujiang Flower as much as Gui Baozhu. Now, his cultivation was much faster than Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi, and he had reached the late stage of foundation building.

It seems that I have to intensify my practice and achieve the golden elixir as soon as possible. Gui Baozhu spent three years in the sun and wind to comprehend the way of nature. Now that he has woken up and succeeded in breaking through, he naturally couldn't stop smiling and calmly accepted everyone's thanks.

He looked at Wang Zikuan and reached out to touch him.

"This is Kuan'er, he has grown so tall in just a few years."

"When I was that little, he liked to pee on me as soon as I held him."

"Now that I'm older, I don't dare to mark anywhere."

Wang Zikuan nodded with a smile, but he felt regretful that there was one less fun place to go.

Elder Tie Gong immediately ordered his disciples to prepare a banquet to celebrate Gui Baozhu.

Gui Baozhu also swam into the sea first, washed himself, and then went back ashore.

A few people gathered together and first talked about Lu Ye who was in seclusion. Everyone hoped that the eldest brother was safe and came out soon. Then the topic changed to the changes in the sea area in recent years.

Elder Tie Gong, who was in charge of external affairs, frowned.

"The older Bilang-kun gets, the more capable he is of being a demon."

"He didn't live a good life after marrying his new wife, but he was very enthusiastic about finding a successor to the island master, which caused a lot of trouble."

"Now I heard that he has hooked up with a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he is said to be related to the previous Demon King Shefeng."

"I'm afraid it will be troublesome in the future."

Gui Baozhu smiled.

"Are we still afraid of trouble?"

"As long as we guard the gate tightly and have a defensive formation in place, even a Yuanying cultivator will have trouble breaking in."

"Everything will be fine once Big Brother comes out of confinement."

-

On Bilang Island.

At this moment, there was also a banquet, with the sound of stringed instruments and performances by singing girls and dancers.

However, there was a faint smell of blood in the banquet.

If you listen carefully, you can hear that the beats of the strings, bamboo and drums are a bit disordered, and the singing and dancing are not on the beat.

On both sides are frequent visitors to Bilangjun Island and several old friends Jindan.

There were the Iron-Armored Shrimp King, the Black Mountain Venerable, and the Fire Cloud Master. The latter two had grim expressions on their faces, their heads lowered, and their bodies trembling slightly.

The Iron-clad Shrimp King stood up, bowed to the ground, and in a servile manner, repeatedly raised his glass to toast the leading monk.

The person sitting on the main seat on the high platform in the middle is not the owner of Bilang Island, but the old Taoist Bilangjiao who is famous in the East China Sea because of the hat he wears.

Instead, sitting high above was a strange bald, middle-aged monk in a black monk's robe, with red hair, red eyebrows and red beard, and a very distinctive appearance. Sitting on his lap was Lady Hongxiu, Bilangjun's new favorite in recent years.

Now, Madam Hongxiu snuggled in the arms of the black-robed monk, tenderly handing him wine or picking up food, but if you look closely, you can see that her hands are shaking.

Her face was flushed, but she felt shy and afraid.

Under the high platform, a dead man was lying there with his body torn apart. His eyes were wide open as if he had died with his eyes open. He was wearing a bright red robe, his hair was dyed black, and his face was full of wrinkles.

It was Bilang Jun, the lord of Bilang Island, who died on his own territory. He was still holding the formation plate tightly in one hand, but it was burned by the flames and even the formation plate was burned to pieces.

There was a circle of black flames on the corpse, trapping the ghost of Bilang Jun inside.

The ghost of Lord Bilang was so angry that he jumped up and down and cursed, but he was isolated by the circle of fire and could not make any sound.

Madam Hongxiu glanced over and happened to meet that pair of resentful eyes. She screamed and almost jumped up.

The black-robed monk hugged her and flicked his hand. A black flame flew out and burned Bilang Jun's head to ashes.

He said to Madam Hongxiu with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, ma'am. From now on, you will be my Taoist companion. Even the foundation of this island belongs to my red-haired master."

"This is what your husband, Bilang-Jun, said himself. He is willing to entrust me with the task before the end of his life. Is that right? Everyone present here can bear witness to this..."

The Ironclad Shrimp King immediately nodded and bowed.

"What the senior said is absolutely right. We can all bear witness to this. This is what Bilang-kun intended."

"He intends to entrust his foundation and wife to the senior."

"Today his deadline has come. Naturally, this Bilang Island and Madam Hongxiu belong to Senior Chifa."

After hearing this, Venerable Black Mountain and Master Huoyun cursed the Iron-clad Shrimp King in their hearts for being shameless, and they both lowered their heads and kept silent.

How wronged must Bilangjun be?

He intended to find a fellow Taoist to entrust his inheritance to before his death, but he did not want to sacrifice his wife as well.

Also, Bilang-kun could have lived for several more decades.

If it wasn’t because of this red-haired master’s sudden action, how could he die today?
This is just great.

After the man died, his fortune and his wife were indeed given to someone else for nothing.

But Bilang Jun never dreamed that the person who killed him was actually the person he entrusted.

It's like I just wanted to give you something, but before I gave it to you, you couldn't wait and killed me and ran away.

Is this polite?

Reverend Black Mountain and Master Huoyun lamented in their hearts.

How unwise Mr. Bilang is!

Can't you entrust this inheritance and your wife to us? I guarantee you will die a good death.

As a result, he was instigated by the Iron-clad Shrimp King to follow the path of the red-haired master whose origin was unknown, and lost his life in vain.

"Hmm? You two have different opinions?" The red-haired master was very satisfied with the Iron-clad Shrimp King's attitude. Of course, he was dissatisfied with the two people who were silent.

Reverend Black Mountain and Master Huoyun trembled with fear.

This is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it doesn’t take much effort to kill the Golden Core.

The two of them hurriedly shook their heads like rattles.

"Senior, please understand. This is what Bilang-kun wishes for."

"Now that he is dead, the island and his wife should naturally belong to you. You have got what you wished for, and you can die with peace of mind."

The red-haired master laughed out loud.

"well said!"

He flicked his finger and another beam of black flame flew out, burning the soul of Bilang Jun trapped in the circle of fire to ashes.

In this way, Lord Bilang completely fell, dying because of his stupidity and letting a wolf into the house.

The red-haired master patted Madam Red-sleeved’s fragrant buttocks.

"Ma'am, go down, wash up, and don't let me down tonight."

"Let those Kabuki go, we need to have a secret talk."

Madam Hongxiu nodded hurriedly, jumped off the throne like a frightened rabbit, and fled out of the hall with a group of kabuki actors.

No one cared about the body of Bilangjun lying on the main seat.

The red-haired master saw that there was no one else in the hall, so he waved his sleeves and immediately a lightning barrier separated the inside and outside of the hall.

When he wiped his face, he saw that his hair, eyebrows and beard had all turned light purple. He smiled at the Jindans.

"Everyone, let's get to know each other again."

"My name is Purple Thunder Madman..."

hum...

After hearing this, Venerable Black Mountain and Master Huoyun felt dizzy and their legs went weak with fear.

Purple Thunder Madman, now ranked eleventh among the thirty-six thieves. The previous eleventh thief who died was a two-winged snake who was skinned in public on Futu Island.

No wonder this monk was so cruel and killed Bilangjun directly.

The Black Mountain Master and the Fire Cloud Master cried out in pain... They had provoked the God of Death!
Where did the Armored Shrimp King find such a monster?

The Purple Thunder Madman seemed very satisfied with the frightened expressions of the two men. He waved his hand, and a mask flew out of the storage ring and was put on his face.

The carved pattern of a golden dragon on it appears vivid and seems to be swimming.

"My dear friends," Purple Thunder Madman took off his mask and said with a smile, "Have you ever heard of the Dragon Seizing Alliance?"

"I am here to invite you all to join us and accomplish great things together!"

(End of this chapter)