The conversation went nowhere.
Yin Xuege just kept her head down and flew away, seemingly without any reaction to Wang Yifu's suggestion.
Wang Yifu's face was gloomy for a while, and then quickly returned to his usual grace and calmness. He didn't believe that Yin Xuege could refuse such a huge temptation. The reason why he could refuse was simply that he didn't understand the magnitude of the temptation he would face.
Wang Qiangwei? This woman he had always looked down upon was just a sidekick. If Yin Xuuge is not interested in Wang Qiangwei, then beauty, wealth, power, cultivation, and territory, there must be something that will interest him, right
The fifteen golden immortals from the Wang family who belonged to Wang Yifu's camp slowly caught up. They formed a circle and surrounded Yin Xuege inside. With this formation, it could be said that they were protecting Yin Xuege, or it could be said that they were imprisoning Yin Xuege, who was only an eighth-grade true immortal.
Glancing at the Wang family's golden immortals surrounding him and smiling, Yin Xuege took out a thumb-sized jade bottle and threw the bottle into his mouth. In the jade bottle is a drop of Dao Essence and Blood, a drop of Dao Essence and Blood that contains the Wutu Law.
With the first drop of Dao Dao Essence and Blood in his body, Yin Xuege quietly comprehended the wonderful charm of the mutual restraint of earth and wood. His original cultivation of Taoism was extremely high, and his grasp of the way of heaven was no longer inferior to that of ordinary golden immortals. Now he was infused with the way of heaven by the essence and blood of the great avenue. His Taoism and his control over the two original energies of earth and wood between heaven and earth, It has quickly broken through to the high-level Golden Immortal.
The huge power contained in the essence and blood of the avenue, which is comparable to the entire cultivation level of dozens of golden immortals, is also being integrated into Yin Xuege's body bit by bit.
Although his roots are extremely strong, although his foundation is extremely powerful, every time he advances to a higher level, he requires an enormous amount of energy. But the essence and blood of the great avenue is the best resource for cultivation. The power of the two drops of the essence and blood of the great avenue is constantly merging. His body is improving, and his cultivation is also slowly improving.
After chasing Wang Yizhu for hundreds of thousands of miles carelessly and unabashedly, Yin Xuuge suddenly smiled and said: "Wang Yizhu, don't run away. Find a geomantic treasure and I will bury you."
With a 'pop', all the immortal power in Yin Xuuge's body suddenly shrank, and the immortal power became more condensed, like streams of light flowing freely through the body. The aura he released instantly became several times stronger, and he successfully broke through from the eighth-level True Immortal to the seventh-level True Immortal.
Wang Yifu and others frowned and looked over. Yin Xuuge's breakthrough gave them a great sense of weirdness.
Everyone was flying rapidly in the air, and they were still transmitting messages to provoke Wang Yizhu. How could Yin Xuuge break through so easily
Isn't his magic power disordered at all when he flies? Didn't his mood fluctuate at all when he was flying? He can speak while flying, and can easily break through the realm of the first level of true immortality. Is this guy's Taoism already at the golden immortal realm
"I am very consistent with the way of heaven." Yin Xuege noticed Wang Yifu's confused gaze. He turned around and smiled: "In other words, I understand what the way of heaven is better than ordinary people."
In front of everyone, Yin Xuuge took out a 30,000-year-old blood-striped golden ginseng. The golden ginseng, which is as long as an adult's arm, is almost ready to mature. Its branches, leaves and roots are all on Yin Xuege. Trembling violently. Yin Xuege recited a Buddhist scripture about salvation, and a faint wisp of smoke erupted from Jin Ginseng's body, and was instantly swept away without a trace by the unpredictable power of reincarnation.
"Go, go, reincarnate as a human being in your next life, and don't turn into a blood-striped golden ginseng that is about to become a sperm."
After muttering a few words, Yin Xuuge swallowed the golden ginseng that contained extremely powerful spiritual energy of heaven and earth in two mouthfuls. He burped, and there was a faint wisp of rich ginseng fragrance floating around his body. There was a trace of firelight under his skin, and in just half a quarter of an hour, his breath moved again, soaring from the seventh-level true immortal to the sixth-level realm.
"You!" Wang Yifu's hands and feet twitched, and his mind was confused. He had seen monsters, but never anything like this. After swallowing a blood-striped golden ginseng, he actually broke through the current realm in half an hour
Of course, a 30,000-year-old blood-striped golden ginseng contains a spiritual energy of heaven and earth that is almost comparable to three or five peak-level true immortals. As long as the power of the medicine can be fully digested without the physical body and soul collapsing, a mortal can succeed. Use this holy elixir to break through to the realm of true immortality.
But cultivation is never something that can be achieved overnight. It is basically impossible for this kind of thing to happen immediately after swallowing the medicinal herbs!
"My physique is a bit weird." Yin Xuuge looked at Wang Yifu with wide eyes and said sincerely: "No matter how many elixirs and herbs are swallowed, they can be converted into one's own mana without loss, and any herb has its own magic power. The toxicity does not have any interference with me. Therefore, I can take the fairy grass elixir as I like to improve my cultivation."
Shrugging his shoulders, Yin Xuege told the truth: "In the past, I was too poor to waste so many magical medicines. I made a fortune recently, haha!"
'hehe'.
Wang Yifu and the golden immortals around him had their eyes widened. They could only laugh a few times and were speechless.
"Hey, Wang Yizhu, haven't you decided where to die?" Wiping the remaining ginseng liquid at the corner of his mouth, Yin Xuuge continued to challenge Wang Yizhu: "Where do you want to escape to? You should actually escape back to Xiaoyao Mountain , at least in the Zhentian Holy Prince’s Mansion, I don’t dare to kill you in public!”
Wang Yizhu looked back at Yin Xuege, raised his hands, and made an extremely rude curse gesture. Then the blood light suddenly pressed down and fell towards the vast mountains below.
'Dong~~~', the long ringing sound came from the mountains. Through the thick clouds, you can see the mountain stream below. Under the cover of several ancient pines, a thatched cottage stands quietly among the thorns. Several young men wearing black monk robes but with buns on their heads, holding crescent shovels and carrying bronze swords on their backs. They looked like Taoists but not Taoists, and they looked like monks but not monks. They stood quietly in front of the thatched cottage gate and among the thorns. .
There is a huge ancient bronze bell suspended at the door of the thatched cottage. The three-foot-three-foot-tall bronze bell moves automatically without wind, emitting a dull bell ringing that makes the surrounding mountains and forests sway like water waves.
"Huh? There are still people in this barren mountain and wild ridge?" Yin Xuege looked down at the thatched cottage. Wang Yizhu happened to land in front of the thatched cottage. He solemnly lifted up his robe and knelt down to the thatched cottage.
"Of course there are people in the barren mountains and ridges." Wang Yifu glanced at the thatched cottage and said with a mysterious expression: "This is still the territory of Xiaoyaoji. Xiaoyaoji is a force composed of descendants of sinners exiled by major saint clans, so among the mountains and forests Snakes and dragons are lurking, and there are casual cultivators everywhere who are unwilling to establish a family and are cultivating here."
While talking, the group of people had already pressed the escape light and landed directly in front of the thatched cottage.
Yin Xuege shook his sleeves, "Haha" and smiled up at the sky, then strode towards Wang Yizhu: "Run away, keep running away, let me see where you can escape to? Go to heaven and earth, let me see where you can escape!" Wang Yizhu, if you dare to flirt with my woman, commit suicide!"
A young man wearing black monk robes took two steps across and stretched out his hand to block Yin Xuege. His left hand shook violently, and the copper rings on the crescent shovel in his hands collided with each other, making a loud squeaking sound. He glared at Yin Xuege and shouted sternly: "Buddhist holy land, people in this mortal world, get out of here!"
Yin Xuuge was stunned, looking at this serious young man and suddenly laughed: "Do you think I don't know what a monk looks like? This is a holy land of Buddhism, and you are the monks. I have never seen a monk with long hair. !”
The young man sneered and took a step forward towards Yin Xuege: "What do you know, stupid people? What does it have to do with my heart whether I grow my hair or not? In my heart, I think that I am a disciple of Buddhism, and I am a disciple of Buddhism. Even if I wear fine clothes, play and sing day and night, even if I kill people, commit adultery and plunder, I am still a disciple of Buddhism!"
Killing people, raping and plundering? Is this a Buddhist disciple? Yin Xuuge looked at the young man and suddenly laughed loudly. After laughing three times, a green stream of light shot out from his sleeve like a carp leaping through a dragon gate, and swept toward the young man's throat.
"Be brave!" the young man shouted coldly, and the bronze sword he carried on his back flew out of its sheath with a clang, and fell head-on with a bright blue light, striking Yin Xuege's flying sword fiercely.
The two swords collided, and a crisp sound was heard. The young man's flying sword was struck in two by Yin Xuuge's sword light. His body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. Yin Xuege was unreasonable and pulled out a nine-toothed wolf-tooth knife with her right hand and slashed it. Suddenly, the howl of wolves rose into the sky from the blade, and hundreds of ferocious blue-gray wolf heads shot out from the blade. It turned into a terrifying torrent and struck the young man's body.
The black monk's robe was shattered, and the young man screamed in agony. His body was continuously torn open with wounds that were deep enough to show the bones. Large pieces of flexible metal muscles and meridians were torn apart by the light of the sword, and his body staggered back, revealing his internal organs made of metal in his abdomen, with countless runes and formations flashing on the surface.
"Puppet! No wonder he speaks so harshly." Yin Xuuge rushed in front of the young man, swiped his sword and cut off his head.
Amidst the sound of 'clang', the head fell to the ground and rolled a few times. The young man's head still glared at Yin Xuege, and he opened his mouth and roared angrily: "It's extremely shameless. Your cultivation level is far inferior to mine. If I don't attack... If my sword is worse than yours, there is no way you can beat me!"
Yin Xuuge looked at the head that could still speak, raised his foot and trampled him to pieces.
"It's just about life and death, not fairness. You puppet, you still have a lot to learn." Yin Xuuge sneered a few times, pointed at Wang Yizhu and said with a smile: "Wang Yizhu, do you think these puppets can help you? Can’t help?”
"My Buddha is so good. The donor is too murderous. I have to dig it out and clean it to wash away all the murderous intent."
In the midst of the low-pitched Weng fame, a majestic monk who was 1.6 feet tall, with a waist and a tiger's back, all covered with gnarled flesh, and with only his lower body wrapped in an animal skin, walked slowly out of the thatched cottage.
Wang Yizhu chuckled.
Wang Yifu and other sixteen golden immortals knelt down at the same time, kowtowed to the majestic monk and said, "Envoy, are you here in person?"
Yin Xuuge's heart skipped a beat and she slowly took a few steps back.
Look cute, but by the way, losing weight is really uncomfortable. I went back to Hunan for a month during the Chinese New Year and gained 20 pounds. This was simply a sin.
(End of chapter)