Taoist companions help me live forever

Half a month later.

Moyafang City, Chunfeng Tea House.

The tea house is closed today. It is said that it has been reserved by a big shot in the city. Only monks who have been invited can enter.

This kind of thing happens from time to time in Moyafang City, but it doesn't attract much attention.

The unique rules of Moyafang City make underground trading here rampant, even to the point of being aboveboard.

Most people will not explore the truth out of curiosity.

Unless you plan to never leave the market for the rest of your life, it is extremely easy to cause death.

This is also the reason why the real demon will place its stronghold in Fangshi.

By noon, the guests in the teahouse began to arrive one after another. The person who was responsible for the welcome check at the door was the sunny boy who received Yu Xian that day.

He had a bright smile on his face and clear eyes. No one would associate him with a demon cultivator.

But he is indeed a demon cultivator and the apprentice of an old demon.

Liu Xing stood on tiptoes, stretched his neck and looked ahead.

The figure that stayed in his memory like a nightmare did not appear, and he couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Could it be that the senior True Lord is not coming?

After waiting for a while, no one came in.

Liu Xing complained vaguely and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, secretly thinking that these old demon monsters were moody and broke their promises at every turn.

How could such a demonic style defeat a famous sect like Xuanyang Sect?

No wonder Xuanyang Sect dispatched a demon-slaying team to hunt them down to death.

Liu Xing closed the teahouse door and retreated into the building.

A formation of light flashed at the door, and a forbidden symbol flashed. This was an internal and external warning.

…

Inside the teahouse.

Many seemingly ordinary guests gathered around the teahouse patio, each finding a seat to sit down.

Except for people traveling with us, they basically all sit spaced apart, one person per table, with a somewhat defensive feel.

That day, the demonic old man from Zhengqifang walked up to the storyteller's stage in the teahouse, looked around, coughed twice and cleared his throat.

"Everyone should be familiar with Lao Chan, so there is no need to explain the rules. During the exchange meeting, Lao Chan, as the representative of the True Demon Association, vouched for me.

But before the exchange meeting today, Mr. Rong will introduce a senior to everyone. "

Liu Xing, who was standing in the corner as a waiter, suddenly felt uneasy when he heard this.

He looked up and saw a middle-aged man suddenly appearing on the high platform following his master's introduction.

The man was wearing a green shirt, his temples were slightly frosted, and he had an easy-going expression, just like an ordinary teacher, elegant yet a little pedantic.

The man's face was unfamiliar, but it gave him an eerie sense of familiarity and fear.

"When did he come in?"

Liu Xing's legs were shaking unconsciously.

This is the fear of the powerful and the awe of strength.

In fact, Yu Xian didn't show any strength at this moment, but he had already scared himself.

On the stage, Yu Xian no longer had the arrogant attitude he had when he first came to Fangshi.

Instead, he stayed in Moyafang City for half a month, and unexpectedly discovered that the order in Moyafang City was exceptionally good, worthy of the nickname Hepingfang City.

Those monks who were said to do all kinds of evil outside and were extremely vicious here restrained their momentum and played the role of good gentlemen.

Moyasanren doesn't care whether the monk under his protection is a good person or a bad person, a righteous monk or a demonic monk.

After all, you have to obey the rules when you're on his territory.

Therefore, the magic monks who are rarely seen in the outside world seem to be sparse and ordinary here, and they still live the lives of ordinary people.

The old woman selling tea eggs on the street, the butcher holding a butcher's knife on her desk, the Tofu Xishi selling tofu on the street, the old beggar sleeping on the street corner, playing tricks, the famous actors and actresses singing on the stage...

Others couldn't see their details, but under his Nascent Soul consciousness, they were almost invisible.

The high-level monks crushed the low-level monks in all aspects.

Generally, only combat power is compared because combat power is the easiest criterion to see.

Unless these monks are like him and frantically practice the auxiliary spell of Qi Condensation to develop the magical power of golden elixir, then they can hide themselves in front of True Lord Nascent Soul.

Most of the demonic monks here are in the foundation-building realm, and monks practicing golden elixirs and qi are rare.

After all, the magic skills are about quick results. If you have to spend your whole life in the realm of Qi training, practicing the magic skills will be in vain.

But once you reach the level of a foundation-building monk, it is not easy for the demon cultivator to hide himself.

Because after reaching this level, practicing magic skills is no longer a trivial matter, and hundreds or even thousands of people may be needed as sacrifices at every turn.

Naturally, it attracted the attention and pursuit of the Zhengdao Sect.

Therefore, most of the demonic foundation-building monks fled to Moyafang City.

The demon cultivators who can cultivate to the golden elixir realm in the external environment are different. They have a set of practical hiding methods that will not be exposed until absolutely necessary.

The driving force behind most of the demonic disasters is the demonic golden elixir.

Because they usually hide so well, they are naturally hard to detect when they activate.

Yu Xian had always been a man of harmony, and after half a month of on-site inspection, he had put away the crazy and domineering devilish style he thought he had, and his temperament became refined and easy-going.

But his approach was extremely domineering, and a tyrannical storm of spiritual consciousness swept across the entire audience, unscrupulously displaying the strength of the Nascent Soul Lord, with a light tone.

"You can call me the Blood Demon Ancestor."

"I heard that the local Taoist priests were expelled from the demons, and that the demon monks like us were like rats crossing the street, and could only live in darkness, and I was really angry.

So I plan to give the local magic a little hope. "

The monks remained silent, not daring to respond or object.

The senior is indeed a senior, and it is true that he cannot be beaten, but it is purely funny to say that he gives hope to the devil.

Everyone present is not accustomed to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, otherwise who is stupid enough to practice magic in the territory of the righteous way, most people have no choice.

People like them have to judge even the good intentions of the people around them, let alone a stranger who is a senior expert.

Demonic monks have always benefited themselves at the expense of others, and I have never heard of a noble and helpful style.

Seeing this, Yu Xian couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Sure enough, these guys are harder to fool than ordinary monks.

The belief slogan of the Datong Association is more attractive, and it directly touches the beauty of people's hearts. Even if they don't believe it, they still feel that there is no harm in giving it a try.

But he didn't care whether they believed it or not.

What he has to do is to take the bait and get a few more hookers, and the greed of people will automatically send people to his door.

"I want to find someone who is destined to give me the supreme blood path. When I come here today, I am looking for someone who is destined to me."

As he said that, Yu Xian tossed it casually, and three blood-red jade talismans were suspended in the air.

"that whoever."

The old man from the True Demon Society stood up aggrievedly.

"Junior is here."

"This order is handed over to you as a reward for your work for me these days. The remaining two spiritual stones obtained from the auction will be kept with you. I will pick them up when I have time."

Yu Xian's figure slowly faded away on the stage, just as when he appeared.

"Those who obtain the Blood Demon Order can persevere in finding the great path to be granted to me and become my named disciples."

A faint voice echoed in the void.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Then there was the sound of slightly rapid breathing, and many blazing eyes stared at the three Blood Demon Orders suspended in mid-air.

Even though they knew that this thing was poison, the last words of the Blood Demon Ancestor when he left were still infinitely attractive to everyone.

They don't believe in the benefits of being granted the Great Way.

But they couldn't stand the temptation of registered disciples.

A registered disciple of the True Monarch of Demonic Dao, even a Golden Core cultivator must give him face. With this identity, they have a layer of amulet.

Even if he is given a few words of advice by the True Lord, he may avoid decades of detours in his future practice. If he is given some random treasures, it will be of endless use throughout his life.

Only casual cultivators can understand the pain of being a master without inheritance.

And what they paid was, at most, their lives.

If you don't have the determination to put life and death aside, then practicing the demonic path is useless. Most of the demonic cultivators are those who take the wrong path.

The old man was stunned. He never expected that Yu Xian's so-called auction would be to auction three tokens.

If you don’t want any benefits for yourself, how can you have such a demonic cultivation?

No, it’s because this is the devil’s practice.

Demonic cultivators are inherently moody and do not follow the ordinary path. The higher the cultivation level, the weirder the temperament.

Moreover, it can be inferred from the few words spoken by the senior just now that this person is not a local demon cultivator, but a foreign cultivator.

Of course, it could also be deliberately confusing.

But he couldn't help but feel excited.

This is an opportunity to receive instruction from a Nascent Soul Lord, even if he is already a Golden Elixir cultivator.

But it was precisely because of the Golden Core cultivator that he hoped that someone could guide him and see the way forward.

Besides, there are three tokens.

Just push someone out to try it out first, and then you can start it yourself if you really see the benefits.

"Ahem, I dare not disobey what my senior said, so with this first Blood Demon Order, I will do my part."

The old man completely forgot about the envy, jealousy and hatred he felt towards Yu Xian when they first met.

As he spoke, the old man reached out and grabbed a jade talisman and put it in his bag.

Then he quickly said:

"The remaining two Blood Demon Tokens are now being auctioned. Does anyone have a bid?"

Everyone at the scene weighed the pros and cons, but no one responded for a while.

The old man said quickly without waiting for anyone's reaction:

"Senior, I invited you here. This token cannot be sold unsold. I will pay 10,000 spirit stones to buy these two Blood Demon Tokens.

Has anyone increased the price? "

"Okay, if not, I'll announce the deal."

The old man went to grab the token again.

Whoosh!

A small flying sword cut through the air and almost cut off the old man's entire palm.

"Old Corpse Demon, you are too greedy. Senior said that the person with the highest price will get this token. Do you want to get it just for ten thousand spirit stones?

I'll pay 20,000! "

"Thirty thousand!"

"One hundred thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

…

Seeing the old man's enthusiasm, several Jindan monks in the teahouse became interested.

They don't have to use this token themselves, but they can also use it for others, which will only cost them hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones.

To a real Jindan person, this little spiritual stone is nothing.

In the end, the two tokens were auctioned separately and sold for 200,000 and 250,000 spirit stones.

A secret realm qualification token in the market can easily cost hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. In comparison, this price can be described as cabbage price.

But just because he is the Demon King, no one knows whether getting the token is a blessing or a curse, so the price will naturally not go up.

There are three Blood Demon Order Beads in front.

The rest of the exchange meeting was held as scheduled, but everyone was somewhat absent-minded, and the air was filled with fluctuations of spiritual consciousness.

Apparently many people couldn't wait to leave, so they connected in private.

But this has nothing to do with leisure.

The bait is thrown out and all that remains is for those willing to take the bait.

…

Two months later.

A wild hill.

A young man wearing an animal skin vest, who looked like a wild man, swung out from the forest grabbing a vine and landed lightly on the ground.

The smell of blood on his body was very strong, with a slight fishy smell.

His name is Fei Yi, a foundation-building demon cultivator. He is dressed as a savage just to hide the aura of his cultivation techniques.

As a demonic monk who practices the Blood Demonic Way, he does not have the opportunity to obtain high-level demonic skills such as the Blood Transformation Demonic Technique. Instead, he practices low-level demonic skills like the Demonic Blood Technique.

Therefore, the practice method is quite barbaric and primitive. Over the years, the body will naturally have a lingering smell of blood.

It is too conspicuous for a monk like him to go to a normal city.

So he simply lived in the primitive jungle, eating hair and drinking blood, hiding himself with the living habits of primitive savages.

Fei Yi took out a crystal blood-red jade talisman from his arms and murmured:

"If this Blood Demon Order is true as the legend says, then it would be my chance to benefit from it."

I don’t know when, but a rumor spread among the demonic monks near Moyafang City.

It is said that a demon king, who played Fengchen, came here and saw that the demonic power was weak. On a whim, he gave three blood demon orders to recruit three disciples, pass on their skills and magic weapons, and revive the glory of the demonic realm.

Fei Yi originally thought that such rumors were too far away from him.

Unexpectedly, he was practicing in a tree hole one day when he saw two foundation-building monks fighting over something in the sky.

He has lived in the mountains and forests for a long time and practiced the Blood Demon Dao. His aura has long changed, and he is no different from a wild beast.

The two people were on guard against each other and did not notice him for a moment.

Moreover, the two are equally powerful and cannot defeat each other for a long time.

Just when both of them were hurt, he suddenly burst out of the forest, killed both of them, and took the treasure from their hands.

And this treasure is the Blood Demon Token!

Fei Yi raised the Blood Demon Order.

I saw a burst of light flashing on the Blood Demon Token, and then it flew out and was imprinted on the void not far away.

Then the air rippled, and a transparent portal opened, like a giant beast opening its mouth.

When it came to the last step, Fei Yi no longer hesitated, leaped into the portal, and saw that the world was completely different.

There is actually a sea of ​​blood hidden in this wilderness of mountains.

As soon as he entered the portal, he fell into the sea of ​​blood. With his strength in the middle stage of foundation building, he could not survive in the sea of ​​blood. The moment he touched the water of the sea of ​​blood, he felt as if he had fallen into the lava of a volcano, and there was a wave of noise coming from his body. Painful pain.

There is a heavy force in the air. With his foundation-building realm, he can't fly and can only sink downwards.

"Is the so-called Zhenjun teaching the Dharma just a trap?"

Fei Yi's body was gradually covered by sea water, and he couldn't help but despair.

He lived a savage life of eating hair and drinking blood. He had been practicing hard for so long, but in the end it was all in vain.

At this moment, the Blood Demon Token that helped him open the door appeared.

The Blood Demon Token fell on him, and a blood-colored film appeared all over his body. The sea of ​​blood and sea water automatically avoided his body, and a road automatically formed in front of him.

Fei Yi looked surprised and started running along the road ahead.

I don’t know how long it took.

Fei Yi's body was numb, and when he felt desperate again, he finally saw an island in the distance.

The island is dark red, covered with blood-colored stones, without any grass, and full of wild and primitive atmosphere.

He moved his body and climbed up the island little by little, but there was a fragrant smell of earth in his mouth and nose.

He raised his head and saw that there was no island in the sea of ​​blood. There was just an ordinary wild pear tree in front of him.

Under the tree stood a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The Confucian scholar picked a wild pear and was about to bite it. When he saw him, he stopped and then stretched out the pear in his hand.

"Do you want to eat?" (End of Chapter)