Chen Luo knew why he couldn't hit this thing.

Because it is not a real "person", but an aggregation of beliefs. To put it bluntly, it is the remnant of the wishes of countless people. It is hitting the wishes that those people made thousands of years ago.

'A low-level hairy god, enthroned by a divine stone. '

The mummy brain gave feedback again.

This time Chen Luo did not hold back. The Silver-Armored Corpse King roared and manipulated the energy of heaven and earth to punch forward.

boom! !

The violent force hit the tip of the gunman's gun, and this time it really collided. After discovering his essence, it became very easy to control the energy of heaven and earth to deal with him.

The man with the iron spear stabbed the silver-armored corpse king's fist with his spear and he could no longer move forward. The skin of the Silver-Armored Corpse King can only be broken by attacks at the Jindan level. The roaring corpse king roared angrily and bit the iron spear man on the neck. The poisonous aura of the corpse corroded him and began to drain the energy from the man's body.

Thousands of years of accumulation, nothing more than this.

No wonder immortal cultivators look down on the Shinto school. Even though they have practiced for thousands of years, this method is too restrictive in front of immortal cultivators. They are not on the same level at all. Chen Luo is not yet a complete Jindan cultivator, but he can use the Corpse King to deal with this little gun-wielding god. The other party can do nothing except the power of "wish".

That is to say, the strange methods of Shintoism caused him some trouble in the beginning, but they immediately lost their effect after he got used to it. Of course, if Chen Luo was just an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, he would definitely fail this time. No matter how rotten the lesser god's divine domain is, it still has the power of the Jindan level.

Snap

There was a glass-like crisp sound, and the scene in front of me shook.

Before Chen Luo could go over and deliver the final blow, the aggressive hairy god was torn to pieces by the Silver-armored Corpse King, and cracks appeared in that place as well. When the scene stabilized again, Chen Luo found himself back in the Iron Spear Temple once again.

The collapsed Iron Spear Temple.

The fire had been put out by the rain, and the surrounding area was filled with a lot of water vapor. When he opened his eyes, Chen Luo found that the Silver-Armored Corpse King had returned to the corpse bag and was half full.

He was still in the courtyard of the Iron Spear Temple. Not far away, a lizard monster was hanging on the wall, lifeless. A group of bodyguards were sleeping in a mess on the ground.

"Come out?"

Chen Luo turned his head and looked at the statue of the small god buried in the temple behind him.

The statue fell from the altar and lay at an angle in the ruins, its face facing Chen Luo. When he looked over, a ceramic-like crack appeared between the statue's eyebrows, and a crisp sound continued to spread.

Bang!

The statue was shattered and its head cracked into grayish-white pieces of stone. The ruins of the roof, without support, collapsed, covering the last trace of the statue.

"Shinto Stone"

Chen Luo raised his hand, a wisp of spiritual energy flew out, and took away the white stone between the other party's eyebrows. Then he walked to the wall and put one hand on the lizard monster's head.

As a result, the brain was not received this time.

The essence of the lizard monster is a ghost. The head of the Jindan master that Chen Luo dug out is his. No wonder this guy was so excited and was able to snatch the head from him.

It turned out that the head really belonged to him.

"If it's yours, just tell me. How would I know if you don't tell me?"

Chen Luo lit a fire with emotion and burned the lizard monster's body clean, completely forgetting that he had been chasing him all the way and how many times the other party had mentioned the ownership of the head.

"This is... We're back?"

In the rain, Captain Shen and Taoist Qiu opened their eyes blankly.

Looking at the collapsed Iron Spear Temple in front of him, he was startled at first, then sat up suddenly. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, he showed a surprise expression on his face, and the other escorts also woke up one after another. Only the escort named Lu did not wake up, because he had already "died" in the incense and fire world, and everything he had was taken away by the little god who was worshipped.

"Where is the senior?"

Taoist Priest Qiu was the first to react. After leaving the Iron Spear Temple, they had been waiting outside and it was impossible for them to find a way out. The fact that they came out now must mean that Chen Luo in the Iron Spear Temple had found a way to bring them out together.

Shen Biaotou and the others looked around quickly, but unfortunately they did not find their 'savior'.

Chen Luo flew on the road with his sword.

His index finger touched the stone, and a layer of pale white power overflowed from the surface of the stone. This power is exactly the same as the gun-wielding little god he destroyed before.

"Shinto Stone"

Chen Luo sensed the stone in his hand and finally understood why Chang Qing Zhenren failed in practicing the "Shen Dao Jue", because he lacked this thing. The Shinto Stone is the foundation of Shinto Jue practice. Only with this thing can you collect "wishes". However, this road is a dead end for cultivators. The upper limit of Shinto cultivators depends on the number of their sacrifices and the Shinto stones in their bodies.

In ancient times, Shinto monks were merely vassals of powerful beings, and were enlightened by the powerful beings to handle trivial matters.

A few days later.

Chen Luo flew over the wasteland and saw the densely populated area again. According to the map Chen Luo had obtained at the Qionghua Sect's stronghold, this place was already considered the hinterland of the Tiannan Region.

There is a large city ahead. Even though it is several miles away, one can feel the spiritual energy gathering ahead.

There is a spiritual vein there, and its grade is not low!

Chen Luo flew for a while following his senses and came across a huge formation near the city. There was a complex no-fly restriction set up above the formation. The immortal cultivators passing by would land when they approached here and walk into the city like ordinary people.

The official road was flat, with merchants and cultivators mixed together.

The team was divided into two rows, one row was cultivators and the other row was ordinary people. The line of ordinary people stretched for dozens of meters, and the people in the line were of all kinds, some were leading oxen, and some were carrying local specialties. These are all villagers from nearby who come to the market, ready to sell what they have accumulated in exchange for survival resources. There were also some escort agencies, caravans and the like, and the scene was extremely lively.

The team of immortal cultivators has much smaller people, and there is basically no one to check when they enter the city. Most of them just drop a spirit stone and go in. The soldiers guarding the city will issue identity tokens to these immortal cultivators so that they can avoid the inspection of the large formation.

On both sides of the team are flat spiritual fields.

There are thousands of miles of green and fertile fields.

This is the edge of the spiritual vein, where spiritual materials can be planted. Many spiritual farmers are busy in the fields. It was the first time that Chen Luo saw the group of spirit plant husbands. Compared with professions such as alchemists and weapon refiners, spirit plant husbands were at a lower level. They are only slightly stronger than the independent cultivators without any foundation. Most of them are attached to some powerful force and rely on growing spiritual materials for the other party in exchange for cultivation resources.

They soon followed the team to the entrance. After paying a spirit stone, the other party gave Chen Luo a token in exchange.

He discovered that there was a word "Xian" engraved on the token. The restrictions inside were quite complicated and Chen Luo was unable to see through them for a while.

"Brother, are you here to attend the Alchemist Conference as well?"

A voice sounded in my ears. Two disciples of the Qionghua Sect were looking at him curiously. Chen Luo still had the token of a disciple of the Qionghua Sect on him, so he was sensed by them as soon as he entered the city.

"Alchemist Conference?"

Chen Luo looked over and saw a man and a woman talking, both of them were very young. He was wearing a white robe and carrying the standard magic sword of the Qionghua School on his back. It was obvious that he was going down the mountain for training for the first time. The cultivation base of both of them is not high, they are only at the sixth level of Qi training. Because Chen Luo hid his cultivation level, they did not notice it and thought that Chen Luo was a disciple who came down the mountain to gain experience like them.

"Medicine King City holds an Alchemist Conference every ten years. Alchemists who pass the examination can receive an Alchemist nameplate from Medicine King City. Our Qionghua Sect also recognizes this nameplate."

After confirming Chen Luo's identity as a member of the Qionghua Sect, the two young men came closer and began to enthusiastically introduce things in the city to Chen Luo.

This place is Yaowang City, a powerful immortal gate occupying a third-level spiritual vein.

Yaowang City is a neutral sect of immortal cultivation. Due to the special nature of Yaowang City, a large number of alchemists gather here. The existence of alchemists has created a siphon effect on immortal cultivators. Countless independent cultivators have gathered here, further promoting the prosperity of Yaowang City. Many disciples from the Tiannan Region will come to Yaowang City when they go down the mountain to gain experience.

One is to increase knowledge, and the other is to exchange for practice resources and expand personal connections. Everyone wants to have an alchemist friend on their path of cultivation.

"The Alchemist Conference will be held in three days. Brother, would you like to go with us?"

Yu Xiao invited Chen Luo. They both came down the mountain to gain experience, so in Yu Xiao's opinion, it was natural for them to help each other. This is also the style of the Qionghua School. A madman like the Lord of Panshi Peak who went on a killing spree on the flying boat is a sent-out disciple. He becomes unscrupulous as his life is drawing to an end. After all, such people are a minority.

"No, I plan to walk around the city first."

Through these two people, Chen Luo learned a lot of information about Yaowang City, but forget about the alchemy conference. In Chen Luo's opinion, this kind of competition is a waste of time.

He came to Tiannan Region to find a way to condense a first-grade elixir. Yaowang City was a good place. He planned to rest here for a while and digest his experiences during this period.

"I see."

Yu Xiao's face was full of regret, and the young man Wan He next to him also showed a disappointed expression. It was the first time for both of them to go down the mountain. They always felt insecure and wanted to bring more fellow disciples with them. Chen Luo gave them a very mysterious feeling. He looked like a senior brother in the late stage of Qi training, but when they looked closely, he seemed to have reached the perfection of Qi training.

By training together with such a powerful senior brother, the mission will definitely be completed quickly. It’s a pity that the other party has his own purpose, so they don’t dare to ask any more questions.

After a simple farewell, the three of them parted ways.

Chen Luo walked alone on the street, looking at this prosperous city. Feeling the cultivation atmosphere that is completely different from the Southwest Region. In the Southwest Region, immortal cultivators are high-ranking figures. Even if mortals depend on immortal cultivators, they can only do business in the market at the foot of the mountain. But it is different in Yaowang City.

Here, no matter whether they are mortals or cultivators, they all have the qualifications to do business, and the currencies they trade are all minted by Yaowang City. This "right to issue currency" has made Yaowang City unprecedentedly prosperous, and all people are contributing to the prosperity of Yaowang City, whether they are cultivators or mortal caravans, they are all tentacles under the giant Yaowang City, helping it to gather the resources of the entire area.

As night falls, Yaowang City becomes even more lively.

Lights are on and colored glaze is everywhere.

From time to time, there would be some performers passing by on the roadside, most of whom were cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm. They released fireballs, which flew high into the sky and exploded, creating a fireworks-like scene. There are also insect cultivators who control large groups of fireflies flying around the city, which is very beautiful. (End of this chapter)