"If you can create a golden body of merit, you won't have to be afraid of them. They are very afraid of death and being struck by lightning. If I were like them, I would have died long ago. I would be neither human nor ghost, and yet they still say that I am a pitiful creature."
Sitting on the big cauldron, Fan Shan drank the monster meat soup happily.
"It's just that I'm not strong enough, otherwise, I would have killed them long ago."
"They are the poor ones, the whole family is the poor ones."
Fan Shan felt very ashamed and annoyed at being laughed at repeatedly by those monsters, but he couldn't beat them and could only sulk.
Thinking of this, she took two more bites of the beast meat, turning her grief and anger into appetite.
But when she wanted to take two more bites, she found herself being pulled off the cauldron again.
"What are you doing? You promised me food."
"Where did these people send the resentful souls they collected? Is there any secret stronghold in the wilderness?"
"Yes, I named that place Rotten Mountain."
Fan Shan's eyes were fixed on the beast meat. "But I advise you not to go. It's too dangerous. There is a spiritual ban in that place to avoid disasters. I dare not go there even with my merits protecting my body. Moreover, that place is a key area targeted by thunderbolts."
"These guys are even more pitiful than me. In the end, they can only become monsters and have no chance of being promoted to the realm of incarnation. The old man behind them will not allow his minions to become incarnation and be on equal footing with him."
"The incarnation behind him is also in the wilderness?"
"How would I know if he is still here, but he is most likely not here. If this old guy were still here, I don't know how many resentful souls in the wasteland would want to eat him."
"I'm so annoyed. Are you going to let me eat or not?"
Fan Shan continued to struggle in Shen Lian's hands and reached out his hand to scratch Shen Lian.
Shen Lian let Fan Shan go and let him eat to his heart's content.
After finishing the three mouthfuls of animal meat and animal soup in one go, Fan Shan wiped his mouth and hummed comfortably, "I haven't eaten this full in a long time. You are a good person."
“If you want to go deep into the wilderness, it’s best to get a golden body to protect you. Some resentful ghost kings often pop up in the wilderness a million miles deep. They have extremely heavy resentment and can control resentful souls.
Once you get caught in an organized group of ghosts, it will be very troublesome. Even the soul catchers are very afraid of the ghost king. "
"Also, if you hunt down Soul Catchers, the merits you will receive from Heaven and Earth will be received faster and in greater quantities."
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Fan Shan pulled out his soul flag from his head and said, "A long river of resentment has appeared in the wilderness. I have to go to work, otherwise I will never be able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage."
Just like that, Shen Lian watched Fan Shan disappear on his own, looked at the empty cave, spread his hands, and then disappeared on the spot.
…
On the edge of the long river of resentment in the wilderness.
Shen Lian stepped over quietly.
There is a lot of resentment in this long river, and it is the best place to collect resentment and condense a golden body of merit. Unfortunately, this place has been contracted by the Soul Catcher.
The river, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles, was divided up by these guys, with each man occupying a certain distance. Once he makes a move, he will be noticed.
Although these soul catchers have dirty tricks among themselves, they are likely to unite against an outsider like him. Once he is surrounded and beaten by six or seven soul catchers, the combat power of the deputy soul will be unable to hold up.
As for the spiritual creatures in the secret realm at the source of the long river, it would be a lie to say that Shen Lian was not tempted, but the current state of his secondary soul could not support him to face six or seven soul catchers directly.
Instead of wandering outside the secret realm and sighing, it is better to take advantage of the time when the soul catchers gather in the long river and go deep into the wilderness to take a look.
Without their threat in the depths of the wilderness, Shen Lian would have time to search the area near the depth of a million miles. He might even find some spiritual objects or medicines.
After crossing the long river, Shen Lian quietly gathered his resentment, and even if it caused the space to shatter, he tried his best to compress it into a very small area.
During this process, the black-horned ants and the photo-taking stones were not forgotten.
Three months later.
Desolate land, Thousand Demon Mountain.
Looking at the mountains with demonic energy rolling in the distance, Shen Lian's expression changed slightly.
The creatures who have reached the great perfection of Nascent Soul are indeed terrifying.
The miasma in the surrounding void was blocked out, and the rolling demonic energy emitted a strong stench and fishy smell. If it was not the secondary soul that showed up, Shen Lian felt that the atmosphere here would be irritating to the eyes.
The rolling black air stirred the fragments of space madly. Looking over there, the shattered space flashed silver light like a knife, and the barriers continued to collapse and reorganize.
Like Gonggu Mountain, this is the place where another soul catcher settled after being corrupted.
Compared to gathering resentment, killing a soul catcher that turned into a monster would allow Shen Lian to condense the golden body of merit faster, so he came here to find out.
If he could have a chance to make a move, successfully condense the golden body of merit, and take the secondary soul's means and protection to the next level, then he would have the confidence to go to the vicinity of the Changhe Secret Realm to take a look.
Of course, the prerequisite for all this is whether one can successfully condense the golden body of merit.
If the banquet in the secret realm started before the golden body was successfully condensed, Shen Lian would have no choice but to give up.
The cursed monster that had reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul had its intelligence completely eroded, which was why he dared to come and take a look. After the loss of its overall intelligence, it had lost its normal judgment ability.
If this Nascent Soul Great Perfection monster was sane, Shen Lian would definitely run as far away as he could.
In addition, in addition to capturing the soul on time, the soul catcher can also collect some fourth-level spiritual objects when wandering in the wilderness, which means that the cursed monster may have spiritual objects.
"Pah."
A few black-horned ants that had just crawled out of the ant nest had not even taken a few steps when they were swept away by the floating evil energy and turned into a bunch of black foam.
Shen Lian circled around this area of foul-smelling demonic energy. It was about a hundred miles from east to west and five hundred miles from north to south. The entire area was a long and narrow valley.
After checking the environment, he retreated five hundred miles and built a nest for himself.
Planning to kill a monster that has reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage is a long-term task, and he needs to be fully prepared.
"Master, my tribe can't crawl through. The demonic energy is too strong."
In the fifth-level soul-covering and breath-suppressing formation, Dahei spoke to Shen Lian.
"Don't worry, let the black-horned ants adapt slowly, and just let your offspring reproduce as much as possible."
It is unknown how many generations it took for the three-eyed demon clan to transform. The black-horned ants reproduce even faster, and a generation can be produced in just a few days. Shen Lian now has plenty of time for the black-horned ants to adapt to the surrounding environment.
"Divide your tribe into two parts. One part will adapt to the Thousand Demon Mountain, and the other part will quickly occupy the surrounding environment and explore the topography of this area."
After arranging the task for Dahei, Shen Lian was not idle either. He would wander around the surrounding mountains when he had nothing to do, capturing resentful souls and searching for elixirs with Thousand Demon Mountain as the center.
…
Three months later.
Inside the Thousand Demon Mountain, a dull roar was heard, and the demonic energy over a thousand miles in radius suddenly became turbulent. The rolled up demonic clouds formed huge waves that hit the miasma in all directions.
In just a breath, the surrounding void shattered into pieces, forming a violent and chaotic ocean.
Boom! In the chaos, lightning gathered in the void, and a vague shadow of a unicorn appeared, smashing down into the depths of the mountain range.
After the lightning struck with a loud bang, a huge wave of blood was created in the depths of the mountains, and a figure covered in blood sausage was rolling in the wave.
The surface of the blood sausage was covered with bloody holes, with sticky pus flowing out of the holes, and it was also covered with dense tentacles.
After the unicorn thunder beast landed on Blood Sausage, it tore a larger bloody hole directly, and the rich and smelly rotten meat turned out from the bloody hole.
…
"Gudong."
He had thought about monsters before. They just looked a little weird. How weird could they be?
A thread covered with tentacles, three feet thick and more than ten feet long, constantly spewing out filthy bloody sausage. It was really a bit strange, with no eyes and its entire body was rotten.
There was a mouth, but in it was a broken tongue covered with sores. Each sore was like a raised lump as big as a watermelon.
It’s hard to imagine how this person became like this.
Under the thunder, the blood sausage did not resist, but rolled in the blood waves, filth constantly gushing out of its body, and it let out a shrill scream, which made him tremble even though he was thousands of miles away.
The thunder in the void continued to strike down, transforming into various weapons and beast shadows, and it lasted for a whole day and night.
The blood sausage was chopped all over, with large cracks all over it. Pus and blood mixed with other evil spirits flowed out from the ravine, corroding a large area.
The lightning faded, and the blood sausage lay on the collapsed mountain like a piece of rotten meat. The pain made it curl up and slap the mountain until it shattered the mountain and half of its body was buried between the earth and rocks.
While the thunder energy between heaven and earth had not yet dissipated, Shen Lian quietly disappeared from the spot. His position was too close, so he had to be cautious.
…
In the blink of an eye, two years passed.
Inside the cave, the secondary soul was sitting cross-legged. Inside the cave, the auras of Shen Lian were intertwined. After the five-colored magic power circulated, it gathered in the Dantian, and a wisp of Yin and Yang power was grabbed by the Nascent Soul.
While planning to create a perfect monster, it did not delay his practice.
Shen Lian woke up, and his secondary soul appeared outside the mountain.
In the area where the monster was in the distance, thunder rose again between heaven and earth, and a thunder dragon with bared fangs and claws fell from the sky.
He had asked the foodie before whether there were any divine cultivators in the wilderness.
The foodie said that the god was afraid of death and didn’t dare to leave.
After observing for two years, he began to understand what the foodie meant. Who could withstand being struck by lightning once every six months?
If a cultivator who has reached the stage of Divine Transformation violates the taboos of the order of heaven and earth, the thunder tribulation that befalls him will be several times, or even dozens of times, more terrifying than the current one.
Every time the thunder fell, it would chop the blood sausage into pieces, causing it to break into pieces and scream in agony.
Being struck by lightning once every six months is a regular occurrence and is considered a punishment from heaven.
Although he didn't know why the Heavenly Punishment didn't kill these things at once, after Shen Lian observed these Heavenly Punishments several times in a row, he felt that he could definitely increase the power of the Heavenly Punishment.
In addition, this mountain area is more like a prison. The monsters have not set foot out of the central valley in the past two years.
A rough plan emerged in Shen Lian's mind.
Originally, with his current strength, his chances of winning against the blood sausage monster were slim, but if he could use the help of heavenly punishment, his chances of winning could be raised to 98%.
That's how it is done, it's a bit wasteful.
…
On this day, a batch of third-grade high-quality exchange spiritual objects were quietly replaced on the Bu Tian exchange list.
There are two things of greatest value. One is the top-quality Dragon-Transforming Yuan-Replenishing Pill, and the other is an experience of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage.
For cultivators, this is the best healing elixir among the third level.
For an uninjured Jindan cultivator, having such a pill is like having a backup of his life.
Especially when advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, if you are lucky enough to survive, with this one, you may have the opportunity to impact the Nascent Soul stage again.
The experience of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage is something that a cultivator who has achieved the perfection of the Golden Core stage desires extremely.
Most of the members of the Butian Sect are at the Jindan level, and very few of them are from Yuanying sects. This experience of Yuanying's tribulation transcendence can be said to have scratched the itch.
…
The central part of southern sky.
The golden elixir sect, the Chilian Sect.
Ancestral Hall.
"Ancestors, I, the unworthy descendant of the 59th generation, Lin Qinghuo, bow down to you. I hope that the ancestors of all generations will understand the painstaking efforts of the younger generation."
After kowtowing many times, Lin Qinghuo stood up and looked at the largest seat above the ancestral hall. With a flash of inspiration in his hand, he took out the magic sword and chopped it up.
Snap!
A flash of cold light appeared, and the throne of the founder of the Chilian Sect was broken into two halves.
Grabbing the broken tablet in two, Lin Qinghuo glanced outside the ancestral hall. Seeing that the elders inside had not come, he heaved a sigh of relief and took out an identical tablet of the founder from his storage ring and placed it on the table.
"Forgive me, ancestor. After I advance to the Nascent Soul stage, I will restore your divine position."
He dug out a storage ring from inside the cracked throne.
With a flash of inspiration, three ores and spirit crystals of different colors emerged from the storage ring.
Seeing what was in front of him, Lin Qinghuo was delighted. It turned out that his ancestors had been wealthy.
After collecting the three spiritual objects, he picked up the cracked throne and took out the spiritual sword to grind off the words on it.
The seat of the founder is made of a fourth-grade green longevity spirit wood.
…
Desolate area.
Inside the sky-building bead cave.
There was a flash of spiritual light in front of Shen Lian. The fellow believers were really like the peaks of female Taoists. If you squeeze them together, they are still quite attractive.
There are even five pieces of fourth-level ore.
that is……
“Click.”
With a slight sound, he put the two wooden boards together.
Shen Lian touched the bumpy and polished marks on the front. When the board was put together, looking at the ancient patterns on the surface and smelling the faint scent of sandalwood, it looked like... a tablet.
He put it to his nose and smelled it carefully, then touched the patterns carefully. He grinned and took a breath of cool air.
"We, the church members, are really..."
Then, Shen Lian's spiritual consciousness broke out of his body. He wanted to see which fellow church member's masterpiece this was.
"The Chilian Sect."
"Lin Qinghuo, you can do it."
If he were the ancestor of the Chilian Sect, he would definitely jump out and kick this guy in the ass. Now that he dared to abandon the ancestor's throne, would he dig out the ancestor and sell him off next?
After thinking about it, Shen Lian took out a jade box and put away the two boards. They were just low-grade fourth-level green longevity wood. He would give them to this guy as a gift when he advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.
(End of this chapter)