Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

"Have you suffered from love?"

There was no one else around, Qin Manyang said with a smile.

"Alas...why does she look down on me? Just because my cultivation level is low?" Lin Fan could not understand Zuo Qiushu's thoughts.

"Of course not. Even if you were replaced by the Holy Son, Zuoqiu would not agree." Qin Manyang explained kindly.

"Why?"

"Because the Zuoqiu family is a righteous family and is located in the righteous territory. Once we get too close to us, we will inevitably be suppressed by the forces such as Tianyi Fumo Temple. The Zuoqiu family does not dare to take risks. Do you understand? "

Lin Fan suddenly realized that the problem lay with himself.

"Then what should I do?" Lin Fan eagerly wanted to know the solution.

Qin Manyang spread her hands and smiled, "Simple, just beat them until they dare not refuse. If Zuoqiu doesn't agree, you beat Zuoqiu. If God's Will Fumo Temple doesn't agree, then you kill those bald donkeys."

This was meant as a joke, but Lin Fan took it seriously and nodded seriously, "The elder is right, it's because of my strength. As long as I'm strong enough, no one will dare to oppose us!"

"Huh?"

Qin Manyang turned her head and looked at him like a fool, "You don't really intend to destroy Tianyi Fumo Temple, do you?"

Lin Fan was confused, "Didn't you say that?"

"..."

Lin Fan clenched his fist fiercely, "Elder, please tell the Holy Son that the disciple should go out to practice alone and hide under the wings of the Holy Son. He will never be able to experience real suffering!"

"Have ambition."

Qin Manyang only listened to it as a joke. Maybe this kid would die in a corner somewhere.

"Farewell!"

Lin Fan acted resolutely, fisted at her, turned and left.

"Tsk tsk..."

Qin Manyang curled her lips.

…

Xu Sanyan held a crystal clear crystal in his hand and rubbed it with a faint smile on his face. This thing is the treasure of the eighth level, and he has seen it before.

When he was in the Asking Heart Hall, the crazy Taoist took out one in front of him. This thing is called a soul stone, also called a soul crystal. It has extraordinary functions, and its main function is to condense the soul.

But it requires the Soul Refining Realm to be used.

This item is extremely rare and is not circulated in the market. Even if there is a spiritual stone, it cannot be purchased. It can be said that it has a price but no market.

Xu Sanyan put it away for later use.

"Let's go and have a look at the ninth floor."

Stepping up, the ninth floor was completely different from the previous one. In the large and empty room, there was only one figure standing quietly, with an old face looking at the four people peacefully, and a wisp of beard hanging down to his chest.

Xu Sanyan's pupils shrank, this person... had no breath at all!

Either this person has a high level of cultivation and is able to completely contain his own aura without revealing the slightest bit.

Or...he is not alive!

"I've met senior." Xu Sanyan still bowed respectfully first.

"This seat is a fragment of the soul of the deacon elder of the Yaotian Holy Sect. It is also a test on the ninth floor of the Drum Tower. If you defeat me, you can enter the tenth floor to collect the saint's treasure."

The old man's tone was stiff, more like a machine that could only operate according to established procedures.

Xu Sanyan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a level test. He thought that someone could really live for more than 30,000 years. He was just a dead thing and not worthy of surprise, so he was prepared and said,

"Please give me some advice, senior."

"Uh-huh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's figure disappeared instantly and reappeared next to Xu Sanyan, his five fingers like hooks grabbing straight for his neck.

"Bang!"

Xu Sanyan raised his hand, struck first, fists and claws clashed, the air exploded, and the old man flew back at a faster speed.

On the other hand, Xu Sanyan was like an old tree with its roots firmly planted on the ground without moving.

"Is this the level?"

Xu Sanyan tilted his head. Could it be that the power of the soul dissipated due to the long standby time, resulting in weakened strength?

After more than 30,000 years, it is normal for any sophisticated arrangement to have some problems.

The old man's face remained unchanged and he felt nothing about it. He stabilized his body and launched another attack. His old palm was filled with traces of purple energy and he struck out violently.

In an instant, the halo of light in the sky turned the room purple, and a huge shadow of a palm came towards him.

Xu Sanyan was slightly disappointed. Such an intense attack was far from Fang Qingge's "Qingge Sword Intent".

He didn't even need to condense his Dao body. He raised his palm and the magic power all over his body condensed in front of him. A layer of milky white light screen blocked the huge palm, and even the sandalwood on the side was not affected.

"Old guy, since you're dead, you should have a good rest and don't come out to cause trouble."

Xu Sanyan opened the corners of his mouth, exerted force on his knees, and struck the old man's chest hard with a pair of fleshy palms, like a cannonball coming out of the barrel.

"Bang!"

The old man's body was thrown out uncontrollably and hit the wall hard. The deafening echo lingered in the empty room.

Xu Sanyan flicked his wrist. This old thing was so hard that it made his arm numb.

He looked indifferently at the old man who was pressed against the wall. Just as he was about to kill him, his movements suddenly slowed down.

I saw the old man's dull eyes turning slowly, and in an instant he gained a hint of popularity.

"Alive?"

Xu Sanyan was startled. What kind of masochistic physique is this? It can be resurrected after being beaten?

"Where...is this?"

The old man spoke hoarsely, his tone not as stiff as before.

"Senior, are you...?" Xu Sanyan's tone became polite again.

"I am the deacon and elder of the Yaotian Holy Sect, which family are you, the juniors, disciples of? Where is the great elder?"

The old man took a step forward, took himself off the wall, and shook his groggy head.

Great elder?

What great elder?

Xu Sanyan tentatively said, "Do you still remember what year this is?"

"Isn't it the year 23756 of the Holy Calendar?"

Xu Sanyan lowered his eyes silently. The memory of this old guy still stayed in the Yaotian Holy Sect era, but for some reason he recovered a trace of consciousness. Maybe it was because of the passage of time that some seals were loosened?

No matter what, this old guy has to die, otherwise how will he get the saint's treasure?

The two elders behind them looked at each other, feeling incredible that a person from 30,000 years ago could actually be alive?

Even a saint cannot live for thirty thousand years unless he becomes an immortal!

"You...do you remember anything?"

Xu Sanyan's eyes narrowed imperceptibly, and then he showed a humble smile.

"What do I remember..."

This sentence stopped him. The old man rubbed his head with an old face full of tangles. He wanted to recall why he appeared here, but his memory seemed to be missing. The harder he tried, the less he could remember. This made him Increasingly anxious.

Xu Sanyan did not rush him, but just stood aside quietly. After a long time, the old man lowered his head and murmured,

"I remember... I will follow the great elder to refine the secret realm. It will take hundreds of years. When the secret realm is completed..."

When the old man said this, his tone suddenly paused, and his old head suddenly raised, with a look of despair on his face.

"The great elder trained us... into the secret realm together..."

Xu Sanyan's pupils were wide open, his heart almost stopped for a moment, and a guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

Hundred Saints Secret Realm...

Could it be referring to the secret realm refined by hundreds of saints...