Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

"What's your name? What's your position in sword castle? If you answer my question honestly, I will let you reincarnate. " The breeze Yi Mo board wears a face to ask a way.

Jiantong was dying, with a wry smile on his face and a long sigh, and said, "I'm just an ordinary elder in Jianbao. Daoyou just wanted to ask about the internal situation of the sword castle. I just said it once. I hope Daoyou will keep his promise and let me know! "

"Good!" Wind Yi Mo very simple answer way.

"Jianlu castle, located in the territory of the business road alliance, is closed all the year round. Only occasionally, because of something, some disciples leave. There are 86000 sword practitioners in the whole castle, including 13 Yuan Ying friars. The master of the castle, Jianping, and the Deputy master of the castle, jianchong, are all half steps to transform the spirit. They practice in seclusion all the year round, hoping to transform the spirit as soon as possible. Taoists are good at magic, but they should be careful of the Disha Fenglei sword array, which is composed of 72 disciples in the sword castle. Even if the spirit transforming old monsters fall into the array, they will end up dead! "

Feng Yimo was shocked. He didn't think Jiantong was alarmist. As the saying goes, if a Taoist is going to die, his words are good. If a bird is going to die, his songs are sad. What Jiantong said should be true!

"Thank you for reminding me. Let me ask you another question. Do you know Jianchen? "

Jiantong was shocked and envied. He already knew that on that day, what the young people inherited was Jianchen's ancestor's Kendo inheritance!

But, isn't the ancestor of Jianchen gone to the devil and died? How can he leave Jianwan?

"Father Jianchen was the last Lord of Jianbao. It's said that he fell into a trap more than 800 years ago. Why did you mention him?" Asked Jiantong.

Feng Yi Mo smiles and doesn't answer his question. With a wave of his hand, Jian Tong's poisoned body and Yuan Ying split: "reincarnation."

The sword passes through the soul and then spreads away.

Seeing the master's hand and foot, guiwenpo killed a great monk in Yuanying's later period. She was even more awed. She turned her eyes and said, "master, this is a feud with Jianbao?"

"Well, some festivals." Wind Yi Mo road.

"The old slave can smell the breath of Kendo from his master. If the master, as a sword cultivator, comes out of the sword castle and kills some disciples of a large sect everywhere, he will surely lead the hatred to the sword castle and become a public enemy. In this way, he can solve the gratitude and resentment between the master and the sword castle with the help of others!" GUI wenpo flatters.

The wind Yi Mo coldly looked at her one eye, way: "what gratitude and resentment is this seat personal matter, can't implicate other innocent.". What's more, do you still need such a method? In the future, such thoughts should be gathered up, and there should be no next time! "

Ghost steady old woman by wind Yi Mo sharp eyes to see creepy, hurriedly a gift: "yes, old slave know wrong!"

With a wave of wind Yi Mo's hand, he receives the ghost wenpo Yuanying in the corpse bag. A torch burns the trace of battle clean, and then he goes to Yucheng.

At this time, it was already daybreak, and people came into and out of the city one after another. At the gate of the city, Feng Yimo accidentally sees the beggar who steals his own storage bag. Beside him, there is a white haired old man, leaning on a stick, trembling, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

When the beggar saw the elegant fengyimo, he seemed to say something to the old man. The old man immediately took the beggar to fengyimo, fell to his knees, presented the stolen storage bag with both hands, and kowtowed: "please be punished by Shangxian. The little old man's discipline is not strict, and let the unfilial grandson steal Shangxian's treasure. If Shangxian wants to be punished, let's punish xiaolaoer! "

Feng Yi Mo smiles, reaches out his hand to help them up, and says: "it's rare that you have a heart. If this seat does not let him steal, he a mortal, can steal? I don't blame him. It's just that stealing is a bad business. We need to do some proper living. "

The old man was stunned. He had been waiting for Shangxian's punishment, but he didn't think Shangxian was so reasonable. He was so grateful that he didn't know what to say. Few mortals who have offended immortals have a good end.

However, Feng Yimo's eyes are still attracted by the little beggar. Not everyone can steal the storage bag from him.

He noticed that the little beggar's right hand was seven fingers!

Is this man also a descendant of monsters and humans? But he didn't feel any Demon power from the little beggar. He opened his eyes and didn't find anything. He just found that the little beggar's bones were good enough to cultivate immortals.

Feng Yimo remembered that among the jade slips, there was a skill called "Tongtian big fingerprint", which seemed to be suitable for the little beggar in front of him. He took it out and grabbed the little beggar. A drop of blood essence came and dropped on the storage bag. Then he put in some good skill books, jade slips, low-level elixir and inferior spirit stone, and threw them to the little beggar: "your blood essence is integrated It's in the storage bag. You can open it with your mind. However, it can only last for half a year. In half a year, you have to cultivate your spiritual consciousness to open the storage bag again. I hope you don't let me down! "

Finish saying, breeze Yi Mo floats but go, leave a tall figure.

As soon as the old man was in a daze, he quickly took his grandson to the back of Feng Yimo and knelt down: "thank you for being immortal, thank you for being immortal!" He was very excited and full of tears. He didn't expect that Sun Tzu had the chance to meet such a kind-hearted immortal. Instead of punishing him, he gave him a treasure to cultivate immortals!"Take off, you should remember the appearance of this benefactor, recognize him as a teacher all your life, and respect him just as you respect your grandfather. No matter what he becomes in the future, you should respect him from the bottom of your heart, because he has given you the way to cultivate immortals!" The old man said to the little beggar very seriously.

The little beggar clenched the storage bag hard. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He thought he was doomed this time. However, the ending was different. And with the chance to set foot in the cultivation of immortals, how could he not appreciate Feng Yimo.

"Master, Tengfei will certainly work hard and will not disgrace you!" The little beggar made up his mind.

In fact, Feng Yimo just felt that he was predestined with a little beggar. He felt that he could make a man, that is to say, he made a man without thinking much.

After returning to the Inn and settling the bill, he sold all the useless items in Jiantong three people's and black widow's storage bags in the commercial building. He left Yucheng and went straight to Qihuan Xiuzhen Kingdom, which is located in the southeast corner of Qitian palace.

With GUI wenpo able to control the flying boat, Feng Yimo began to study the jade slips about the cultivation of lingyao, hoping to find out the cause of the disease.

A few days later, Feng Yimo integrated dozens of elixirs to cultivate the jade slips, and finally came to the conclusion that the meat type Ganoderma was poisoned by a kind of virulent insect named Heimin insect!

Although Heimin insect is a kind of insect, it's very small and can't be seen by naked eyes. Moreover, it specially destroys all kinds of spiritual plants. If the meat type ganoderma is not tenacious, it would have been killed long ago.

However, all the cultivation of jade slips have no way to get rid of the black min insect, which makes Feng Yimo a headache. If we can't eradicate the black min insect, it won't help even if we find biyou spring! It's just that he has come to this stage. Let's have a look. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he won't give up!