Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Fellow Daoist Kong, what kind of world do you think is behind this rift?"

Since the last attack by the third-level monster, the second and third strongholds have become much quieter, and not even an ordinary dried corpse has appeared. For a while, the monks in charge of guarding them became bored.

Bu Shangyan and Kong Qingming sat opposite each other. As immortal monks, they had quite a few resources.

Occasionally, they would exchange the fine wines of their respective immortal sects, and with some side dishes, they could chat for an hour or two.

For them, cultivation was not urgent.

In the words of Kong Qingming, haste makes waste, so you should relax when you should relax.

"Come on! Why do you care so much? Cheers!" Kong Qingming picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

If monks don't want to get drunk, no one can make them drunk.

However, some people like this state of being slightly tipsy after being drunk, and often don't use spiritual energy to dispel the numbness in their bodies.

In Bu Shangyan's eyes, Kong Qingming is such a person.

Every time he drinks, he gets drunk, and every time he drinks, he talks a lot, and even has the heroic spirit of commenting on the heroes of the ages.

"Don't you want to go and take a look?" Bu Shangyan suddenly asked.

This question made Kong Qingming, who was already confused, suddenly come to life.

He stood up suddenly, shook his head, and pointed with his big hand: "Let's go!"

Then, without saying a word, he walked out of the stronghold.

The so-called stronghold is just a place of garrison with a large formation as the main body. There are no walls or fences. In order to prevent the mummies from slipping away from their noses, it can even be said that they are stationed next to the cracks.

Therefore, Kong Qingming didn't take a few steps to reach the edge.

"Let's go! Let's go and take a look together!"

He waved his hand, but Bu Shangyan looked back every few steps, and had no intention of going in.

"Friend Kong Dao, I'm a little worried."

"Worried? What are you worried about? Just go in and take a look! What's there to worry about? We have the Golden Dragon guarding, so why are we afraid of those living dead?"

Kong Qingming said contemptuously.

But Bu Shangyan still had no intention of going in.

When the alcohol got to him, people would no longer be rational, even cultivators!

Seeing that the other party still refused to come forward, Kong Qingming rolled his eyes at him, then stepped into the crack with one step.

In an instant, the world changed.

The originally sunny surroundings suddenly became dusty.

In the sky, two dark red suns hung high above the head, and from time to time there would be huge shadows floating around.

There was a circle of red halo around the red suns, and there seemed to be living creatures in the red halo.

And at the moment when Kong Qingming stepped into the Eight Hundred Corpse Demon Ridge, a black shadow suddenly floated over. Before he could react, his body suddenly stiffened, and the whole person seemed to be numb, stunned in place, unable to move.

After a while, he gradually regained consciousness.

Looking at the world in front of him again, he couldn't help but shudder.

He rolled his eyes and retreated.

It took only a dozen breaths from entering to leaving. Before Bu Shangyan, who was waiting outside, could even recover, Kong Qingming appeared in front of him again.

"Friend Kong?"

"Friend Bu, come, follow me in and take a look."

"Ah?"

Kong Qingming looked sober now.

"Let's go! Let's show you another different world. We'll take a look and then leave. You look at me? Isn't there nothing wrong?"

Bu Shangyan hesitated for a moment, but thinking that the other party seemed to have no changes, he followed in.

However, just as he entered the Eight Hundred Corpse Demon Ridge, the black shadow that had been waiting for a long time flashed again and drilled into his body without any hindrance.

Bu Shangyan didn't even feel any discomfort, and he had already withdrawn from it.

This scene happened in various strongholds in the next two days.

A large number of cultivators responsible for guarding the garrison inexplicably crossed the rift and stepped into the Eight Hundred Corpse Demon Ridge.

Because the time of entry was too short, Jindan cultivators such as Jiang Shenghua and Ding Sihai did not notice anything unusual.

However, what they didn't know was that a terrifying zombie tide that was about to sweep across the three northern cities was about to arrive!

...

On the Motai Peak.

Chen Mo, who was taking care of more than 200 acres of third-level spiritual fields, suddenly received Nie Yuanzhi's message.

The other party's tone seemed a little unnatural on the other end of the Yin-Yang sound transmission tube.

There was a hint of something bad happening in his words.

He withdrew his spiritual consciousness and collected all the golden armor puppets scattered in various plots. Then he sacrificed the Dragon-Suppressing Sword, cut through the sky, and went down the mountain.

Since practicing the "True Dragon Sword Art", Chen Mo's swordsmanship has also become more advanced.

But he gradually realized that the swordsmanship had a sense of misalignment with him, and that feeling was like eating with his left hand.

And this seemed to make him know the real importance of "true meaning"!

The long sword fell, and Chen Mo appeared at the foot of Motai Peak.

Nie Yuanzhi had a courtyard built here, and a pavilion was set up outside the courtyard. After all, Motai Peak was covered by a maze, and blindly entering it would definitely be trapped.

Even if you are in the Jindan realm, you can't guarantee that you can get out.

Chen Mo jumped down from the Dragon-Suppressing Sword and saw that there was more than just Nie Yuan in the pavilion.

In addition to him, Li Tingyi was present, and there was also a strange cultivator who wore a dragon-headed mask and looked a little ferocious.

Just one glance, it was the late Jindan stage!

"Who is this?" Chen Mo walked in slowly.

"Dragon Head Guard!"

Li Tingyi took a step forward and said.

"Headmaster Chen, I came here uninvited. I'm a bit annoying, so please forgive me." The other party spoke politely.

After all, the Dragon Head Guard is also a human being. Since he is a human being, he has eyes.

To deal with Li Tingyi, he could use coercion and inducements to force him to swear a poisonous oath and submit, but the person in front of him had not inherited the inheritance of the Seventeenth Sword Secret Realm, and secondly, his strength was not weak at all. Even the Nascent Soul monk was trapped and killed. Got it!

Three times...

The Sixth General specifically stated that it is okay to negotiate, but do not force him!

"It's better to meet each other than to be famous. The Longshou Guards are indeed extraordinary!"

Chen Mo also heard more or less some rumors about this organization hidden in the dark.

What's more, the Xuanqing Yuan Yang Dan that allowed him to rise with the wind in one day was obtained from the other party!

Although... there is a problem with Danfang.

"Headmaster Chen, can you lend me a moment to speak?" Long Shouwei glanced at Nie Yuanzhi and Li Tingyi and said.

"They are all their own people, there is nothing inconvenient."

Chen Mo did not rush to agree to the other party's proposal, but chose to test it.

Sure enough, after some hesitation, the Dragon Head Guard said, "The Commander-in-Chief would like to invite you to join the Dragon Head Guard!"

As soon as these words came out, Li Tingyi on the side suddenly became short of breath.

Many years ago, the man in front of him said to him:

Within ten years, if he can reach the realm of Nascent Soul, he can become the true Dragon Head Guard!