Immortal Martial Immortal

Chapter 150 Second Grade Blue Dao Pill
"Second Elder, what's the matter with you, what happened?" Tang Yan walked over quickly, and with a stroke of spiritual energy in his palm, he wanted to transport the spiritual energy into the second elder's body.

"Don't waste your spiritual energy...Little...be careful of Elder Li and Mo's family," the second elder said intermittently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head and died.

Tang Yan was startled, he didn't expect the second elder to die, and he felt a little hesitant.

"Elder Li? Could it be him?" Tang Yan was startled.

At this moment, she remembered that there were children outside the door, so she hurried to the door.

The children were stunned when they saw the corpses of their clansmen, and they burst into tears.

Tang Yan hurried to their side and said: "Don't cry, don't cry"

Tang Xue's eyes were blank and she murmured: "When a person dies, is he really gone?"

Tang Yan suppressed the grief in his heart and said: "Xiaoxue, don't think too much, let's pack up and leave here quickly."

"Sister Yan, you can cry if you want to cry."

"Why are you crying, let's go" Tang Yan said with a choked tone.

In the end, Tang Yan still didn't cry. She collected the corpses of the clansmen by herself, and burned all the ancient houses and corpses with a fire.

Then Tang Yan left with a few children, and no one knew where she went.

Qingcheng's days at Jingsi Peak were much lighter. Sometimes he practiced and sometimes looked at the distant scenery. Only Xiaobai was with him.

Qingcheng's hand touched Xiaobai's head, it was soft, and Xiaobai fell asleep with his head buried in his head, as if in his world, sleep might be eternal.

After a long time, Qing Cheng felt bored, and walked slowly into the cave of Jingsi Peak.

It was obvious that someone had lived in this cave before, and the things placed there were quite neat, and they were all daily necessities.

The cave was a little cold, Qingcheng opened the candlestick and lit the flame.

The faintly bright candlelight flickered, adding a touch of warmth. At this moment, a small, fluttering thing flew over. Qingcheng took a closer look, and it was a moth.

Seeing the light, the moth rushed up without hesitation.

The moth flew towards the fire, instantly turned into a handful of ashes, and fell to the ground.

Qingcheng felt a little emotional, picked up the candlestick, looked at the tiny amount of light, it was the first time Qingcheng saw moths flying into the flames, it turned out that moths were really not afraid of death, just for the momentary light.

"Huh? This is it?" At this time, Qingcheng found that a layer of the candlestick was exposed, and he was a little curious.

Qingcheng opened the interlayer, only to see a piece of paper, the color of the paper was almost transparent, showing the extraordinary texture.

"I am Licao, a member of the Baiwu tribe, and I am good at driving corpses. In the Yuexi territory, in the Wuji Mountains, I found a corpse by accident. I was surprised to find that this body was the body of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. I was overjoyed and wanted to refine it into a zombie, but an accident happened. The resentment of this person was extremely strong in life, and it mutated during the final refinement, so that it produced the wisdom of his life. I was helplessly imprisoned by the zombie and imprisoned for three years. Ten years later, if someone finds out, the corpse-repelling beads will be left under the bedside three feet, and those who hope can get rid of this strange species, and then spread the news of my death back to the family, I will be grateful."

When Qing Cheng saw it, his heart moved. Could it be that the zombie he found was the mutated one he said?

Qingcheng came to the Sanchi bedside again, and with a wave of his finger, a small hole appeared, and inside was a small bead.

He knew that the Baiwu clan turned the last thoughts of the dead into a corpse-removing bead, and then drove away the corpse. Now that the zombie is dead, it seems that this repellent bead is useless. Qingcheng played with it for a while, but found nothing special Yes, put it away as a souvenir.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, the winter is bitter and the snow is flying.

Looking at the snow falling all over the sky, Qing Cheng seemed to have a feeling in his heart. The momentum of his five fingers was concentrated, slow and fast, just like snow.

Qingcheng's Jiuyin White Bone Claw has finally reached the level of Dacheng.

Slowly he sat down cross-legged, since he came to Jingsi Peak, he was completely isolated from the world, no one came, even Master Wuji only came once that year, and took away the token.

And after all these years, no one came, and there was no flying sword to pass on the letter. Qingcheng knew that the formation arranged by Master Wuji blocked it.

Snowflakes fell one by one, on his hair, Qingcheng stretched out a palm, the snowflakes fell on his palm and melted quickly.

"I don't know, how have you been these years?" Qing Cheng sighed in his heart and said to himself.

The snow became heavier and flooded the entire Jingsi Peak.

Over the years, Yuexi Realm has been relatively peaceful, but Cangyue Sect disciple Xia Shanxuan disappeared in seven years, and there was a wave of disturbance in Cangyue Sect, but was soon forgotten.

On this day, a person came to Jingsi Peak.

This man is very old, with white hair and gray clothes, walking up the mountain slowly with a jar of wine in his hand.

Qing Cheng looked at the person in front of him curiously and asked, "Who are you? How did you get to Jingsi Peak?"

The old man looked at Qing Cheng and said excitedly: "Young hero is as handsome as before, but I am old."

"then?"

"The young hero was looking at the Moon Valley back then, he saved me and my brother, I'm afraid he won't remember what happened that day"

When Qing Cheng heard this, he remembered that Wangyue Valley saved some casual practitioners back then, but the memory of it was gone after many years.

"Back when the young hero saved us, I said that I would repay the young hero, but unfortunately my ability was limited. When I heard that the young hero sent out the magic book, I couldn't come here because I had a family, but now I am on the verge of death. , let’s take a look at the young hero trapped in Jingsi Peak.”

After finishing speaking, the old man handed the wine jar to Qing Cheng. Qing Cheng didn't expect that after many years, this man still remembered the kindness of those years, so he was considered kind and righteous.

"How did you get to Jingsi Peak?" Qing Cheng asked.

"I begged for three months on Wuji Peak, and finally Master Wuji gave me a chance to go up the mountain," the old man said slowly.

After hearing this, Qing Cheng sighed in his heart, and couldn't help picking up the wine jar and drinking it in big gulps.

"Gudong" "Gudong"

No matter where this life comes from, the wine is full of pride!

“Good wine, good wine”

"This is the best monkey brew." Seeing Qing Cheng praising the old man, he felt a little relieved.

Looking at the young man in front of him, the old man remembered what had happened to the Cang Yue Sect, he hesitated to speak, and finally did not say anything.

Finally, the old man left with an empty wine jar.

At this time the sun was setting, the sky was filled with sunset clouds, and the floating clouds turned reddish. Qing Cheng leaned his back on the stone, Xiao Bai fell asleep lying on his lap, Qing Cheng's eyes were fixed on the sky, and he was in a daze.

Another five years have passed. At this time, the brilliance of the relic in Qing Cheng's hands has been greatly reduced. Obviously, most of the spiritual energy in it has been absorbed.

Qing Cheng felt the breath in his body soar, and he had a faint feeling of body swelling. Qing Cheng knew that his breakthrough was imminent.

He took out the array flag and the array plate, set up the array, and let Xiao Bai stand by to protect him.

The internal energy in the body is continuously condensed, centered on the dantian, and rotates, like a whirlpool, more and more internal energy is absorbed into the whirlpool.

Time passed bit by bit, and the internal force in Qingcheng's body was completely absorbed. At this moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The center of the dimple also stopped, and the internal force absorbed by the center began to liquefy.

A drop

两滴
three drops
Slowly accumulating more and more, Qingcheng felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier until all the internal force was liquefied.

The liquefied internal force began to condense again, gathering together like water droplets.

Slowly formed a bead, the beads slowly gathered, and slowly became rounded.

Until the last moment, Qing Cheng knew that the golden core was formed.

This is his Martial Dao Golden Pill, and the size of the pill is actually a second-grade blue Dao Pill.

The second-grade Dao Dan is also one of the few in the entire Qingzhou, let alone in the Western Region, not to mention Qingcheng's blue Dao Pill!
After Qingcheng broke through, she took out the mid-level magic art "Silk Kill" left to her by Master Jialan.

Silk killing is extremely terrifying, killing people with silk threads is invisible and invisible, making it impossible to guard against, and the mysterious silk thread left by Master Jialan to Qingcheng has finally come to use.

Three years later.

Qing Cheng has already cultivated Si Sha to the level of beginners, while Ling Feng Sanshi has reached the level of entry into the room, only the Nine Yin White Bone Claw has not made much progress.

Qing Cheng looked at the sunshine above his head, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.

"Let's go" Master Wuji said calmly with his hands behind his back.

Qing Cheng glanced back at Jingsi Peak, then scanned the surrounding area, he has stayed here for 20 years.

Then he greeted Xiaobai, sat on Xiaobai's back, and left without looking back.

Looking at the back of Qingcheng going away, a person suddenly appeared behind the real Wuji.

"Sect Master, did you just let him go?" the man asked.

Master Wuji looked at Qingcheng's back quietly and said: "I am a person who keeps my word, but I have never been indecisive. I said that I will let him die, and I will never break my promise."

The man nodded and said, "Yes, this subordinate understands."

Sandimenzhong
Yao Wenli bowed and looked at the demon and said, "Report to the three sect masters, Chen Yi has been released."

The demon frowned and said, "Master Wuji didn't kill him? It's really strange, hmph, but I won't let him return to Cangyue Gate alive."

At this time, the demon's injury has almost healed, but when he thinks that he has been recovering from his injury all these years, he feels extremely resentful towards Qing Cheng.

(End of this chapter)