One Step to Become an Immortal

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“Furthermore, with that kid’s shrewdness, knowing that we are looking for him, most of them are hiding in the gloomy demon tomb before we will come out. Brother Wu has such patience, but I still have other things to do.” The mosquito demon spread his hands, no longer stayed and turned and left.

Wu Changlian watched the bloody mosquito go away, his eyes full of chagrin and killing intent. He naturally knew that the blood mosquito monster was extremely dissatisfied with him chasing Lu Xiaotian alone this time. And after cooperating for so long, the Screaming Mosquito Demon must think that his own power alone is much bigger than himself in the Chaos Demon Realm, and his descendants and grandchildren, the huge ethnic group, want to find Lu in the future. Xiaotian is almost the same without using himself.

At this time, Wu Changlian regretted 10000 points. At that time, Lu Xiaotian opened the heavy stone gate of Dragon Mark’s Guinon’s lair. Wu Changlian was blocked by Lu Xiaotian. He was not as deep as Lu Xiaotian on the Formation Way. Dragon Mark is a ghost. So I could only turn around and ask Dongyi Xionghuang for help. Naturally, Dongyixiong Emperor and the others took a pitfall. If they were with the bloody mosquito at that time, the two of them joined forces to open the stone gate with brute force. In Wu Changlian’s mind, Lu Xiaotian couldn’t escape too far.

At this stage of the trouble, Wu Changlian felt depressed in his heart.

“Lu Xiaotian has run out of sight, and Ye Ziyu still has no traces. It seems that these two people have to be found from the beginning.” Wu Changlian shook his head and sighed, turned and left the entrance of the Dark Demon Tomb, screaming blood. Mosquito demon’s concerns were similar. He finally cultivated to the Integral Realm. If he lowered himself to the same level as Lu Xiaotian, it would be that’s all. The problem was that there was no certainty of victory. Wu Changlian was naturally unwilling to take this risk for the time being. For the time being, I have to leave for the long term.

Inside the gloomy demon mound, as before, a dim-blue light from above the head shot down, and this light radiated from the silk mound, continuously affecting the cultivator Primordial Spirit of the entrant.

Not long after Lu Xiaotian entered it, he ran into a middle-aged woman who looked like a mad tiger, her hair scattered all over, her eyes alternated between dullness and struggling. The body was rolling on the ground in pain, obviously too much tombstone invaded within the body. It won’t be long before it becomes a walking corpse like other spirits. Lu Xiaotian flew past him, and now he himself is too busy to take care of himself, where is the time to take care of the middle-aged woman’s nostalgia.

Along the way, they avoided a lot of powerful spirits, as well as other teams’ cultivator, Monster Race, or is Ghost Clan, Demon Race. There are no fewer than dozens. In Lu Xiaotian’s current situation, it is best to deal with these guys as little as possible. Although he is not afraid of the Powerhouse in the Combined Realm chasing into the Dark Demon Tomb, the less trouble he has, the better before he can cultivate in the Combined Realm.

Having been in this dark demon mound for more than a month, the wounds caused by fighting with Wu Chang were gradually recovered, and finally Lu Xiaotian came to the edge of a mountain stream full of tiger-patterned demon vines.

Not only on the rocks, but also all around. The towering giant trees also climbed a lot of blue-brown, with tiger-like monster vines, growing extremely lush. The tiger pattern demon vines do not grow fast. Such a patch of tiger pattern demon vines spread to several hundred li nearby areas, and it may take at least 10000 years to form.

“There is no need to worry about being encircled by other forces in such a place. The tiger pattern demon vine is a natural barrier.” Standing on the edge of the mountain stream, Lu Xiaotian looked at the luxuriant mountain stream of the spirit plant in front of him, with a satisfied expression in his eyes.

These tiger-patterned monster vines are extremely offensive, and groups of Outsiders want to avoid the tiger-patterned monster vines to go deep into the mountain stream. The probability is minimal. There are towering giant trees everywhere in the mountain stream, and there are also many extremely precious spiritual objects scattered around, attracting some local monsters in the demon mound, as well as predators. There are battles where there is food. The faint breath left by Lu Xiaotian’s cave has long been covered up thoroughly.

Taking a fancy to the place, Lu Xiaotian floated directly and landed among the grass formed by a few feet of ordinary low-level spirit plant in the mountain stream. Falling down cross-legged, the Witch Subduing Pagoda within the body automatically warded the evil spirit out of the body. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and a small sheepskin bag emerged from the palm of his hand. It was the little bag that Pig 7 handed him earlier.

The magnetite stone inside was bigger than any of Lu Xiaotian’s hands. On the contrary, the quaint sheepskin on this piece can cut off the breath of the magnetite stone, which really surprised Lu Xiaotian. You should know that the magnetite stone placed in the Spatial Ring can be sensed by the purple jade in his hand. It is the Spatial Ring, which is far inferior to the seemingly ruined quaint sheepskin in terms of isolation.

There was no effort in Ghost Domain before, but now I found some simple and mysterious patterns inside. These wedge-shaped patterns looked scattered and disorderly. Upon careful inspection, Lu Xiaotian found that the distribution was extremely regular and self-contained. So that such a piece of demon sheepskin can change something rotten into something magical, playing such a magical effect.

Only with Lu Xiaotian’s eyesight, I still can’t see the weirdness in the wedge-shaped pattern.

I can’t see that Lu Xiaotian didn’t spend too much time on this object, stretched his fingers to eject a ray of mana, and wrapped the magnetite stone in front of him. one after another Mana forms a fine vortex on the surface of the magnetite stone, sucking the Magnetic-Essence Force in the magnetite stone, forming a thin purple mist and being extracted.

The purple mist on the surface gathered more and more, became thicker, and finally turned into a drop of purple liquid and was collected by Lu Xiaotian in the bottle. Divine Consciousness is greatly consumed by extracting the Magneto-Gold Liquid from the Magnetite Stone. There are many Lu Xiaotian Primordial Spirits. At this time, other things are also put aside, either extracting the Magneto-Gold Liquid or recovering from exhaustion. A total of ten Primordial Spirits including the Main Primordial Spirit are taken in turn. It didn’t take a moment to relax. At this moment, in this towering mountain stream with ancient trees, occasionally a few monsters approached, either because of encountering the tiger-patterned monster vine, or being deterred by the amazing breath of Lu Xiaotian.

Lu Xiaotian was able to refine Yuanci Jinye non-stop and never moved his nest in this mountain stream.

Lu Xiaotian refined the Yuanci gold liquid in the dark demon mound with peace of mind. In the later stage, he studied the Yuanci irrigation body Dafa while refining it. At this time, it was almost troubled by Lu Xiaotian’s affairs outside. Because the reward for Lu Xiaotian has been opened to a Soul Pill, which gives the cultivator the opportunity to advance to the Medicine Pill. No matter how dangerous the Dark Demon Mound is, it can’t stop Soul Pill’s enthusiasm for many cultivators of the Divine Void Realm.

Human Race, Monster Race, and even the ghost race, the powerhouse of Demon Race’s powerhouses have entered the dark demon mound. Even if you don’t need this Soul Pill, you can exchange it for the promotion you need. For those cultivators who are hopeless to fit together, this temptation cannot be refused.