"What are you afraid of? The Chunyang Immortal Sect can barely protect itself right now. If they were really capable, they wouldn't have been forced to this place by the plague beast."
Seeing that no one spoke, the middle-aged man sneered, his words full of disdain for the person next to him.
The alchemist next to him continued to refine the elixir, unmoved by external factors.
The Yang Fire Alchemy Pill can only be made at noon. The three brothers had fled all the way here, and their spiritual power had long been consumed. The spiritual energy here was thin, and it was unknown how long it would take to refine it with spiritual stones alone. They didn't have so many spiritual stones to waste.
So the best way is pills.
After a while, the furnace trembled slightly, and a strong fragrance of elixir emanated from the furnace. The middle-aged male cultivator who was refining the elixir waved his sleeves, and the furnace cover suddenly opened, and seven pills flew out. He showed a happy expression, and quickly took off the gourd from his waist, ready to put these pills into it. Unexpectedly, when these pills flew out halfway, they suddenly spun in the air and flew in another direction.
"The pills are quite good."
A voice suddenly sounded, and the alchemist who was collecting the pills was startled, and then his face changed drastically. The middle-aged monk who had laughed at everyone for being timid before flicked his sleeves, and a large cloud of poisonous fog was spread out by him, and he fled into the distance like a stream of light.
This reaction speed exceeded that of everyone present.
"Why are you running? If the sky falls, won't we have people from the Chunyang Immortal Sect to hold it up?"
A layer of strange power extended over, and the middle-aged man who had already escaped to the edge felt his eyes blurred, and then he felt his body being pulled by another force, falling back to the original place at a faster speed. The other people who were running around also sat back under the tree, and everyone was in the same position as before.
"The Dao turns into Yin and Yang! It's the He Dao Patriarch of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect!!"
The middle-aged man who returned to the original place turned pale, and sweat dripped down his cheeks. The people next to him were completely shocked. They never thought that they would be so unlucky. They ran into the Hedao Patriarch just after entering this area. They actually ran into this kind of big man who is rarely seen in the entire cultivation world. The most terrible thing is that not long ago, they were still discussing how to use the Chunyang Immortal Sect to avoid disasters and divert the disaster to others.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you think we should do with these people?"
The few people who heard the sound looked up, and only then did they realize that there were two people standing on the big tree where they were before.
One was an old man in white with white beard and hair, and he looked like an immortal. The other was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, carrying a long sword. These two people were like the trees under their feet, without any aura. When the divine sense swept over them, they could not be sensed.
This is a method that only the ancestor of Hedao can possess.
For those powerful people in the Hedao realm who have achieved unity with the Dao, they themselves are part of the heaven and earth. Under the perception of spiritual consciousness, they are no different from the flowers, plants and trees in the heaven and earth, there is nothing special about them and they can easily be overlooked.
"what ever."
The young man had dull eyes and replied woodenly when he heard the old man's question.
The old man didn't mind seeing this, and he reached out with his big hand. His fingers slid through the air, creating a circle of ripples. These ripples were like water ripples, spreading in a ring shape in all directions. The people who were frozen in place below were enveloped by these ripples, and their bodies dried up visibly, and the spiritual power in their bodies solidified. Their skin turned blue-black, and circles of wood grain appeared on the surface of their bodies.
"Senior, spare my life!"
"Mu Fa! It's Mu Patriarch of the Pure Yang Sect!"
A terrified voice rang out.
These people were obviously scared to death, but in the end, no one left. They seemed to be fixed in place by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.
The alchemist was terrified and instinctively wanted to beg for mercy. But before he could say anything, the green wood grain spread along his skin to his neck and finally froze on his face. The remaining expression of fear turned into a deformed tree tumor on the bark. Not only him, but also the people around him were all the same. All of them were frozen in place, with a large number of tree roots drilling out of the surface of their skin, and their clothes and magic tools turned into bark.
The tree roots under your feet drill into the ground and penetrate deep into the soil.
The top of the head cracked and grew thick branches, which continued to branch out and produce new branches and leaves. When the spiritual power dissipated, the few people who originally lived here all disappeared.
There are just a few more towering trees in the woods.
The wind blew and the trees swayed gently.
The two people who were originally standing on the top of the tree had long disappeared.
Not long after they left, one of the trees suddenly split open, and a pale-faced middle-aged male cultivator emerged from the bark. He first knelt on the ground and began to cough violently.
A lot of bloody wood chips spurted out of his mouth, and it took him a long time to recover.
"Pure Yang Immortal Sect, Taoist Mu!!"
The man turned around to look at his fellow disciples who had turned completely into wood, then quickly hid his body and fled towards the snow-capped mountains.
The gray calamity energy that was originally suppressed in his body revived again.
A plague beast that was wandering in the edge area seemed to have heard the call and turned its direction to approach the place where the snow mountain was.
The Pure Yang Immortal Sect invited the strong men from dozens of surrounding areas, including the five major Dao Sects, to discuss ways to deal with the plague beast. The plague beast disaster has developed to the point where the upper nine sects have no choice but to deal with it. Polluting the spiritual veins of the immortal world is to cut off the foundation of their immortal cultivators. It is destined to be a fight to the death, and there is no possibility of compromise.
Chen Luo went down the mountain.
As soon as he left the Great Snow Mountain, he received several messages. The owners of these messages were all ancestors of the Upper Nine Sects and the Immortal Clan, beings at the same level as him.
Only when one’s cultivation reaches this level will one enter the vision of these people.
Chen Luo roughly flipped through a few of them, most of which were words of congratulations on his breakthrough to the He Dao, a few invited him to attend a party to deal with the plague beast, and a few invited him to join the Dao Sect as a guest official. Chen Luo simply flipped through the information and threw it aside.
He had no interest in either attending gatherings or joining other sects as a guest official.
"Plague beast."
Chen Luo didn't know how the plague beast broke out, but he knew the ending. The fact that the corpse immortal way became the mainstream eight thousand years later was the best proof of this.
Fortunately, Chen Luo’s goal was different from theirs from the very beginning.
The purpose of going down the mountain this time is to collect spiritual materials for practicing the Hedao realm, and to dig out the ancestor of the formation master to bask in the sun.
The breakthrough to He Dao consumed most of his resources.
The number of spiritual materials in the Dongtian Gourd has reached the lowest level since Chen Luo started practicing Taoism. In addition, the skills and supernatural powers he gained after breaking through the Hedao realm all need to be updated. Chen Luo is ready to take this opportunity to replenish them in this era and pay tribute to some predecessors.
In this era when the Corpse Immortal Sect had not yet risen, he could be considered a pioneer.
The tomb of the ancestor of the formation master was easy to find. With Chen Luo's cultivation level, he did not encounter any blind people on the way. When he came here, the master of the formation master, Huang He Zhenren, had been sitting for many years. Chen Luo packed it up and put it in his pocket, filling the gap in the formation master. Together with Zhu Chang who died before, he contributed to his great cause of cultivating immortals.
Afterwards, Chen Luo went on to plunder a large number of sects.
The cultivators in the external brain were frantically studying and recording the inheritance of this era. In less than half a year, Chen Luo had looted nearly a hundred sects and obtained thousands of inheritances. The number of brains in the external brain was also updated, and a large number of Jindan-level brains were abandoned by him and replaced with higher-level Yuanying cultivator brains.
Chen Luo was very careful, but such a big noise still attracted the attention of some people.
wilderness.
A dead forest, next to an old grave.
An octagonal lantern was floating beside Chen Luo. He was wearing deerskin gloves and was shoveling soil with a shiny black shovel in his hands.
With a "click", the shovel hit the stone slab and Chen Luo stopped moving.
Putting the shovel aside, Chen Luo carefully pushed open the coffin lid. A smell of corruption floated out from the coffin. Chen Luo, who was looking inside, was not careful and inhaled the black gas from the coffin into his nose. Then his face turned black, his body shook, and he fell on the coffin with a "bang".
"This backhand is better than the old guy in front."
A hand wearing a deerskin glove reached out from behind, picked up Chen Luo who was lying on the coffin lid, and threw it aside. The body rolled to the side, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a pool of liquid and disappeared without a trace.
Another identical Chen Luo came out and took over the job.
After half a year of exploration, Chen Luo has gained a certain understanding of his own "Tao" and is no longer at a loss as to how to use it as he did at the beginning.
This grave-digging clone was created by him using the Dao. This was not a puppet clone, but the real him. The difference was that all these grave-digging Chen Luos were from the past, before he merged with the Dao. The Chen Luo who was just poisoned to death was him when he had just entered the Dao and practiced Qi.
Now that he has established his foundation, his grave-digging skills are much stronger.
"I heard a long time ago that the Snow Mountain Patriarch had a habit of digging graves. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true."
When Chen Luo took the body out of the coffin and touched his head with one hand, a slender fox demon suddenly walked out from the depths of the woods. This fox demon had a strong aura and was surrounded by black air. It was obviously a great demon that practiced cultivation by eating people.
In this era, people capture monsters to make elixirs, and monsters eat people to practice.
Neither side felt that they were wrong, and Chen Luo did not want to get involved in these things. He was just borrowing the ancient times to practice, and in his opinion, the plague beast disaster and the battle between humans and demons were all things of the past and had nothing to do with him.
It’s a pity that others don’t think so.
The influence of a powerful person in the Hedao realm is really too great, and everyone wants to pull him to their side. This is a force that is enough to tip the scales. (End of this chapter)
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