Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Mo Junqing, who entered the ancestral hall, smelled an indescribable and rotten smell in the darkness.

He couldn't help but frown, but his steps never stopped.

As he went deeper, the smell became stronger.

At this moment, the old and hoarse voice sounded again.

"Not bad, not bad!"

In the dim light, Tu Renlong sat on the golden dragon chair. His dry skin, deep eye sockets, and the kind of eyes that made people dare not look at him more, brought a strong visual impact.

"What a handsome skin."

As one of the eight Jindan ancestors of Qingyang Sect, Tu Renlong Tu Taishang is also the oldest and most experienced Jindan.

No one knows how old he is.

Now the other Jindans are more or less closely related to him.

Especially the current Qingyang Sect's headmaster, who is a disciple he trained!

Of course, no one knows how strong he is.

It took a hundred years of seclusion alone. Who in the entire Qingyang Sect was worthy of his attack?

Although Mo Junqing was somewhat repulsed physically and mentally, he still went up.

His life creed was to move forward courageously. No one and nothing could stop him!

"Greetings to the Supreme Elder!"

Under the hall, he knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully.

"Good, good kid, you are indeed very talented, not much less than I was in my youth. Ahem."

Tu Renlong's tone revealed a hint of joy.

The more he looked at the other party, the happier he was, so he stretched out his dry palm and waved.

"Come, come up, let the ancestor take a good look at you."

Mo Junqing hesitated for a moment, but still stepped up the steps. When he came to Tu Renlong, the sense of oppression disappeared, and the vague smell seemed to be a smell of decay.

Tu Renlong slowly stood up, his movements were a little sluggish, and he even stood unsteadily.

He came to the once-in-a-millennium genius of the Qingyang Sect, and even reached out to touch the other's clean, fair, and angular face.

This action made Mo Junqing extremely disgusted, but just as he was about to dodge, a huge suction force tore him and pulled him to Tu Renlong's side.

Before he could speak, the other's skinny head suddenly grew bigger, and gradually, a mass of black colloid slowly secreted from Tu Renlong's mouth.

Mo Junqing struggled, but how could he, a cultivator in the foundation-building realm, be the opponent of the Golden Core Patriarch?

Under control, he couldn't move at all.

His mouth opened wider and wider uncontrollably, and he saw the mass of colloid floating in the air and gradually passing into his mouth, but he had no way to stop it.

As the unknown object went deeper, Mo Junqing felt that his mind began to feel dizzy.

Finally...

After a few breaths, he fell asleep.

After doing all this, Tu Renlong slumped on the golden dragon chair as if he was exhausted.

His eyes, which were already somewhat cloudy, became even more blurred at this moment.

Gradually, gradually, he also closed his eyes.

…

Li Chunfeng was anxiously waiting outside the hall.

He had waited for this day for too long, hoping to get the reward from the ancestor as soon as possible and go to the secret realm to fight for the golden elixir method!

The hall was unusually calm.

No one knew what happened in there.

After about an incense stick of time, the heavy metal door opened again.

Mo Junqing put his hands behind his back and walked out slowly.

He glanced at Li Chunfeng with contempt, took out a jade lotus from Tu Renlong's storage ring, and threw it over.

"Yes, you did a good job. He is indeed much stronger than Li Shangxian."

Li Chunfeng, who took the jade lotus, was stunned at first, but soon his body trembled.

The scene in front of him and the other party's words made him seem to understand everything!

As early as ten years ago, Patriarch Tu had approached him and suggested that Li Shangxian come to him after building his foundation; but when Mo Junqing suddenly appeared, the Patriarch suddenly changed his mind and no longer cared about Li Shangxian, and his target also changed from Li to Mo!

And in order to please the Patriarch and get the jade lotus, Li Chunfeng spent a huge price to accept Mo Junqing as his disciple... But, why did the jade lotus end up in his hands?

"Hmph! You cowardly little thing!" Mo Junqing sneered, "I heard that your eldest disciple broke through the foundation after entering, but you dare not enter?"

Li Chunfeng knelt on one knee and said respectfully to the young man who was 30 or 40 years younger than him: "Grandfather! I just want to have a better chance of winning!"

"Grandfather?" Mo Junqing sneered, "Grandfather is still lying in there. I am your disciple now. Remember?"

"Yes! Remember it!"

"I have done my best for the secret realm. After you enter this time, I will no longer prohibit other peaks. How about it?"

"Thank you...Friend Mo!"

Li Chunfeng didn't know how to address the other party for a while.

"Go back, tell the outside world that he stayed in Qingyang Peak and was accepted as a true disciple by me. He wants to practice in seclusion here."

Mo Junqing waved his hand and said.

At this moment, Li Chunfeng hesitated and was in trouble.

"Old... Ancestor."

"What else?"

"It's like this..."

He spent a while recounting the grievances between Mo Junqing and Li Shangxian.

The key point was the signing of the life and death contract.

After listening to it, Mo Junqing frowned.

The Life and Death Contract can act on the consciousness. He didn't know if it would affect his future cultivation, leading to the appearance of inner demons after the Nascent Soul stage.

"Humph!" Mo Junqing sneered, "Sure enough! You really do whatever it takes. Take me to Ziyun Peak first, and then send me back."

"Yes!"

Li Chunfeng took a deep breath and wanted to turn around and go down the mountain, but the other party said, "Fly!"

"Yes!"

He summoned the long sword, and Mo Junqing jumped on it first.

The two came quickly and returned quickly, and it took only half a day.

When they returned to Ziyun Peak, the entire Xianfeng fell into a peaceful state.

Li Shangxian was delighted, and there was a little more gratitude in his eyes when he looked at his master. It seemed that he was still on his side.

In less than a day, Mo Junqing could only stabilize his realm at most. Compared with those who had been in the first level of foundation building for more than a year, he was naturally a little worse.

What's more, the other party made rapid progress, and his foundation was still a little worse.

Li Shangxian thought he could still beat the other party!

"Mo Junqing! Today we will fight to the death!"

"Shut up!"

Li Chunfeng retreated, and Mo Junqing snorted coldly.

The next moment, a long sword that penetrated the body and was icy rushed straight into the sky. Before Li Shangxian, the new elder of Ziyun Peak, could react, a sound of breaking wind brushed his ears.

In the blink of an eye, the most outstanding disciple of Ziyun Peak in a hundred years was beheaded!

Dead silence!

The entire Ziyun Peak was dead silent!

What a fast sword!

What a terrifying strength!

This...is this really the sword of a person who has just established his foundation?

A genius is a genius!

In the eyes of the disciples of Ziyun Peak, Mo Junqing is arrogant! Very arrogant!

However, it was not until this moment that they realized that this person had the capital to be arrogant!