Chapter 455
There is no time limit for cultivating immortals. Although Yun Jin cares about the cotton seed in her hand, she does not focus her mind on it all the time.
After Canglan's third-day baptism ceremony that day, Yun Jin's life was not disturbed much after she accepted a closed disciple for her master.
As one of the most powerful people in the world of immortal cultivation, Yun Jin, in addition to practicing in seclusion in the Floating World Continent, spends most of his time on the battlefields between the human race and the other two races.
But no matter whether it is the human race, the demon race or the monster race, they all know that Yun Jin's murderous intention on the battlefield is not to protect the human race and fight for the world.
She fights just for the sake of fighting.
The scarlet blood groove that runs through the blade of the Sword of Killing Evil has accumulated the blood of countless alien races, with the demons being the heaviest.
Yun Jin used some magic to stop the flying boat.
She was in a very special area at this time.
Behind him was the colorful and auspicious sky that was unique to the world of immortal cultivation in the Tianyan Continent. Looking forward, all he could see was thick, gloomy gray fog and rolling black clouds. Even the wind that passed quickly through the air seemed to be carrying a thick smell of blood and sharp, deafening shouts of killing.
Yun Jinyi's hand slowly grasped the hilt of the restless Zhue'e Sword.
The wind was mixed with spiritual and demonic energy, and she could even vaguely sense the weak but sharp sword energy that had not yet dissipated.
This is a battlefield where the Sword Clan and the Demon Clan come into contact.
And when she glanced down casually from where her flying boat was, she could see a city below that was not grand but not simple either.
It's called "Floating Life".
There are not only humans in Fusheng City, but also monsters and demons.
The three races fought each other to the death on other battlefields, but in Fu Sheng City, they were able to maintain a brief harmony.
Even such harmony is too superficial.
Yun Jin put away the flying boat and flew away on his sword. He did not rush to the battlefield ahead immediately, but slowly landed outside Fusheng City.
Fu Sheng City has its own barrier. Even if a saint who has ascended to the immortal realm comes, he needs to pay a hefty entrance fee.
There are no mortals in Fusheng City.
Walking through the barrier of the city gate, what hits you is the city’s hustle and bustle, filled with murderous intent.
A demon with blood all over his face was fleeing in panic not far in front of Yun Jin, with the demons and humans chasing him from behind.
Yunkong secretly peeked in, looking at everything in the city in surprise, then looked at Yunjin who was always cold, and froze the scene with a click.
So handsome and cool. I must share this with Mianmian when she wakes up!
Yun Jin suddenly paused, and then after a group of people chased after him, he walked calmly in this not-so-peaceful city.
She did not wander around here, but instead went to find the person in charge in the city with a clear purpose, and spent a huge sum of money to buy a relatively quiet mansion in Fusheng City.
She didn't care about the obscure scrutiny and fear in the dark while walking, and she was not surprised that her lavish spending became a juicy "prey" in the eyes of certain beings.
She also didn't bother to carve any sword formations to defend against attacks in the mansion.
It seemed as if he was just an ordinary monk who had accidentally entered this city and knew nothing about anything in the city.
Until she dug a small hole in the ground in the garden behind the mansion with the sword of killing evil, and then threw the cotton seeds that had been motionless but had eaten countless of her rare treasures into the hole.
Zhu'e Jian had probably never done digging work before, so the "small pit" looked deep and big. Not to mention burying a cotton seed, even if Mianmian had transformed at this time, he would probably be able to bury her whole body in it.
Yunkong secretly swallowed his non-existent saliva.
I watched helplessly as the cotton quilt, which was still a tiny seed, was thrown into the innermost layer of the soil, and then the Sword of Killing Evil buried it with a clang of soil.
Yunkong: "..."
It's over. Even if Mianmian sprouts, with the soil so deep, how long will it take for her to see the sun outside?
Yunkong didn’t know, but he didn’t dare to raise any objections.
After all, no one heard it even if I mentioned it.
Without hearing the voice commenting on his behavior, Yun Jin's brows twitched, and he pinched his fingers to perform a Taoist magic spell, then carelessly diverted water from the lotus pond next to him and watered the already completely flat soil.
Yunkong: "..."
At that depth just now, it was doubtful whether the water could penetrate the soil and be absorbed by the cotton.
But forget it, Yunjin is full of murderous intent and is obviously going to the battlefield to see blood. For the sake of Mianmian’s "prenatal education", let her wait here for Yunjin to come back after killing.
Yunkong was not worried that Mianmian would not wake up due to the accident.
The only thing it was worried about was what to do if Mianmian woke up when Yunjin was not around.
I don't know if this city of life can withstand her torment...
Yun Jin planted the cotton seeds, picked up his sword and turned to leave.
After taking half a step, she stopped again.
He turned around and carved a defensive sword formation in the garden with a cold look on his face.
But for some reason, the more she carved the sword formation, the stronger the strange feeling in her heart became.
After all, the last sword formation she carved caused her to lose a spiritual spring in three days...
Yun Jin's mind moved slightly, and the sword energy faintly flowing in the sword formation changed silently again. The sword moves that were originally mainly for defense were transformed into sharp and deadly killing moves without leaving any trace.
When she finally left, Yunkong secretly scanned this seemingly ordinary sword formation.
The next second, a non-existent drop of cold sweat slowly ran across its round body.
This sword formation is actually centered around the cotton seed underground. Wherever it goes, the sword formation will follow. And it is very biased, as the conditions for triggering the sword formation are set to any attack that may cause damage to the cotton seed.
This means that even if Mianmian transforms into a human form and runs out to cause trouble when Yunjin is not around, she carries with her a complete set of sword formations designed by Dengxianjing himself.
Anyone who dares to attack her must endure the countless murderous sword moves deliberately left behind by the sword cultivators in the Immortal Realm.
Yunkong: "..."
Let’s observe three minutes of silence in advance for the future of Fu Sheng City.
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Yun Jin left decisively and did not leave any natural treasures that could absorb spiritual energy for Cotton Seed.
The war between the three tribes has been going on since ancient times until now. Even if there are immortals like Yun Jin participating in the war, it is impossible to truly end the war in a short period of time.
But the three tribes have been fighting for thousands of years and they are still fighting. There is no peace at all.
So she had enough time to wait for the cotton seed to grow and germinate on its own instead of using external force to force it to grow.
Pairs of eyes in the dark watched Yun Jin enter the mansion and quickly leave.
Then some people in this city quickly took action.
Fusheng City has always only forbidden open killing, but the darkness behind the scenes is far worse than that of other ordinary cities.
So after it was confirmed that Yun Jin was flying to the battlefield between humans and demons, this empty mansion without a name and without any guards welcomed a new visitor.
And at the moment Yunjin left Fusheng City, the cotton seeds buried deep underground, which had been well-behaved and motionless, finally poked their heads out like a hibernating snail.
But the soil, which was compacted extremely tightly, greatly restricted its movements.
In the dark underground, a cotton seed is trying to push up the soil with its round and hard cotton seed shell.
But after trying for a long time, the whole seed turned around and around in the deep soil. In the end, not only did it fail to get out, but it also made the soil around the seed even tighter.
After a while, the little cotton seed lay down dejectedly.
It is clearly just a seed, but at a certain moment one can still sense the melancholy and sorrowful aura emanating from it.
Yunkong... Yunkong couldn't squeeze in either, and could only stand outside and worry.
"Mianmian, why don't you just sprout first." The light ball reluctantly offered the most reliable advice: "As a seed, you have to sprout and take root first."
In the entire world of cultivating immortals, there is no spiritual plant that jumps around without sprouting.
Cottonseed: "..."
Resentment soon turned into grievance.
It didn't expect that it would be buried so deeply by the sword.
Once it grows out and transforms successfully, I will definitely use that fierce broken sword to chop melons, vegetables, and saw wood!
As soon as Yunkong tried to connect with Mianmian's soul, he sensed the child's cruel thoughts.
It trembled silently, looked at some demons who sneaked in after dark, and once again lit a row of candles for them properly.
Why steal from the Yun family mother and daughter when there are so many people to steal from?
It's like an old man hanging himself because he thinks his life is too long.
The night scene in Fusheng City always has a heavier gloom and bloodiness than other cities.
People living in Fu Sheng City also closed their shops early. Only the scarlet lanterns hanging outside the shops swayed weakly in the ghostly night. The blood-red light and shadows swayed, casting long and gloomy black shadows all around. The sound of the wind swept through the empty city, and sometimes made strange screams.
In the deserted mansion, a few strange figures quietly appeared.
The originally timid Yunkong looked at them, but at this moment he did not have any urge to scream in fear.
Not only that, when it saw Mianmian desperately stirring in the soil to emit spiritual energy to lure these ghosts to investigate, it even had the urge to grab Mianmian and give her a beating.
Just because he was lazy! Just because he didn't want to sprout and grow! The little guy relied on the spiritual energy he had absorbed before to create a posture for himself that there were treasures buried here.
"The spiritual energy is overflowing here, and there must be rare treasures hidden by that monk!" A figure clad in black whispered, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and so sinister that it made people tremble.
Several dark shadows quickly gathered here from all over the mansion.
Seeing them also draw their swords and start digging holes and digging the earth, Yunkong sighed deeply:
In this world of immortal cultivation, don't sword practitioners know how to use their swords properly?
It thought uncertainly: Maybe this is also a different kind of retribution?
There is another chapter coming up soon.
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
Insolent 115 bottles;
Jingqi, Xingya, and Ellen 5 bottles;
2 bottles of Yansi Sheng;
Weeds, 1 bottle of inkstone;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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