I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 134

I am in the 134th chapter of the first hundred and thirty-fourth chapter of the immortal generation of immortal masters in the world of immortality.

Two quaint stone houses and four or five acres of medicinal fields are simple and quaint.

In the small square in front of the stone house, Prime Minister Turtle is praying for the eagle and the tiger to eat more ginseng, lest the essence and blood cannot be replenished.

"Master Jin, just take a bite!"

"Master Hei, let's stew the ginseng with meat porridge, try it!"

Most of the feathers on the Eagle Demon's body were golden, and he glanced at the Turtle Prime Minister with cold eyes.

The tiger demon was completely black and had no variegated color. Seeing the turtle prime minister's feet were upside down, he nudged it mischievously.

The tortoise shell turned fast, and it took a long time for it to stop slowly. The Turtle Prime Minister Mung Bean's eyes were still spinning, and his mind had tended to collapse in a circle.

"You are such a waste, you have eaten Lingshen for hundreds of years, and your cultivation will be surpassed by Yinghu."

Zhou Yixian transformed himself into a figure and kicked the Turtle Prime Minister to straighten him.

"Xianchang, you can count it back, they two..."

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Prime Minister Turtle was about to make a small report, and sensing repeated murderous intent, he turned his voice and said, "Our aptitude is a bit poor, but our lifespan is long, and we can live easily for 1,800 years, and we will definitely become a demon king in the future!"

"good."

Zhou Yi nodded in approval. When he took in Prime Minister Turtle, he saw a shadow on it.

Such as scalpers, golden eagles, and black tigers all have different bloodlines. As the bloodlines manifest and transform, their strength grows far beyond that of ordinary demon races, similar to the Heavenly Spirit Root and the Variant Spirit Root among human cultivators.

The Turtle Prime Minister is the most common monster. He was lucky enough to be subdued by the spiritual grass to give birth to spiritual wisdom. His cultivation was difficult and slow. He was previously driven by snakes and demons, but now he is oppressed by eagles and tigers, just like weeds.

Zhou Yi looked at the two eagles and tigers: "This seat retreats and cultivates, and the blood can't be cut off, or else the spirit beasts will be drained."

Boo! Roar!

The golden eagle nodded again and again, the black tiger crouched on the ground, and the big cat tried to squeeze out a smile.

Subsequently.

Zhou Yi took the accumulated blood and essence, escaped into the spiritual ground hundreds of feet below, and opened up a stone room to retreat and cultivate.

"While cultivating the eagle transformation, the speed of escape has increased again, and with the blood-burning escape method, Jindan Zhenjun can't help it!"

Zhou Yi used twelve foundation building pills for the first foundation building, and then used ten, seven, and four foundation building pills respectively. Among them, there are the reasons for refining the spirit, concentrating the soul, and practice experience, and more of it is the change of mana.

After rebuilding, the mana becomes more and more solid, and it is easier to evaporate the liquid, so it is easy to build the foundation.

"It is recorded in the classics that there is no bottleneck before the Tianling root is formed, and after the Qi refining is completed, it will condense the Dao foundation on its own. When it is formed, there is 30% more hope than others, so it is valued by the sect!"

Jindan Zhenjun is the mainstay of the sect, far from being able to compare with the real person who builds the foundation.

It is rumored that there are more than ten Tianling root disciples in the Dan Ding Sect, who have been cultivating in the Shenhuo Peak all the time.

"It is difficult to form pills, and building a foundation on your own increases by 30%, so you must not miss it."

If Zhou Yi did not have a 100% grasp on the formation of elixir, he would rather be trapped in the foundation-building stage, so every additional point may be precious.

Close the first thing.

One hundred years of life, fortune-telling for a hundred days, safe and stable.

Twenty years later.

Daoji finally dissipated on his own, Zhou Yi dissipated his mana and returned to the spiritual land to practice Tuyuan Gong.

Thirty years in a flash.

Hejia Palace.

He Dong was getting old, sitting on the Taishi chair and drinking tea.

There are ten monks sitting on the left and right in the hall. The He family has been very lucky over the years, and seven Linggen people have appeared in a row among the common people.

"Uncle Dong, it's been 40 years, do you still have to wait?" He Zheng has become a middle-aged uncle. After decades of cultivation, he is the only master in the late stage of qi refining in the clan.

"How long has it been? Less than forty years."

He Dong's movements are gentle and natural, and he is commonly known as a tea master in ordinary life: "The life span of two hundred years in the foundation building period is so easy to be exhausted, you must be patient."

"Since that person did not join the Dan Cauldron Sect, he is obviously of average aptitude, and he was lucky enough to break through the foundation building."

He Zheng analyzed: "So it is speculated that the aptitude is three or four spiritual roots, and then looking at its old appearance, the foundation building is three or four years old. Now that it has not appeared for 30 years, it is likely that it has been sitting down."

"It's only possible! Besides, the so-called low spiritual roots are just speculation."

He Dong said solemnly, "Old Tang allowed me to wait for me to live in the spiritual land. It is already a great kindness. You should know what the days of the loose cultivators outside are?"

Dan Dingzong has fought against the Two Heaven Demon Sect and the Ghost King Sect. In the past 30 years, he has been angry. With the participation of a large number of foundation-building real people, the disciples of the Qi-refining period have followed their footsteps and become cannon fodder for the fighting method.

Every once in a while, a true disciple falls.

Loose cultivators huddled in the mundane, no matter how to hide their aura, their divine sense swept over, and the fluctuations of mana and aura were like lights in the dark night.

The demonic demons arrested the loose cultivators and sacrificed the secret art treasures. The monks of the right way made excuses to disturb the ordinary people and the spies of the demonic way. The real sword fight has not yet begun, and both parties tacitly cleared up the hidden dangers.

The He family was able to maintain the growth of the cultivators in the clan in such an environment, and it could only be said that Luo Shuiling was secretive.

"What Uncle Dong taught is."

He Zheng said helplessly: "Nowadays, there are more monks in the clan, and more spiritual rice and medicine are needed. Old Tang alone can't use up most of the spiritual land. We are willing to pay the rent. According to the price of Dan Dingzong, this is not enough. Is it both beneficial?"

"It makes sense."

He Dong pondered for a moment and said, "Go and ask Prime Minister Turtle if he can rent two acres of spiritual fields. If you don't allow it, forget it. Remember to be polite."

He Zheng bowed to take orders, he is not stupid, but he would not dare to offend the real person who built the foundation.

"Don't worry, Uncle Dong."

Outside the array.

He Zheng sent a message to Yujian, and after waiting for an hour, he was almost impatient.

Prime Minister Turtle just came out of the formation, with a black face and a horizontal eyebrow, there are ten horizontal and nine vertical squares on the back shell, and he asked angrily.

"What's up?"

He Zheng was inexplicable, but still said with a smile: "The younger generation came to discuss with Prime Minister Turtle, can I rent two acres of spiritual fields?"

"cannot!"

Prime Minister Turtle refused directly, and turned to go back.

He Zheng quickly stopped him and said, "The He family is willing to rent a child. According to the price of Dan Dingzong, Tang Lao earned the spirit stone for nothing, didn't he?"

"Just for nothing?"

Prime Minister Turtle glanced at it: "These spiritual fields outside are also owned by the immortals. If you want to rent seeds, you will first make up for the previous rent."

"Senior tortoise taught a lesson."

He Zheng hurriedly smiled and dared not stop his way.

Back to the palace.

He Zheng had a gloomy expression and reported to He Dong of his passing.

He didn't add fuel to it, he said word by word, when he heard "the previous rent was made up", the He family cultivator was in an uproar.

"That turtle son is not a thing~www.mtlnovel.com~ How can this be?"

"I heard that after practicing for more than 200 years, it's still a little demon in the qi refining stage. If you change it to a pig, it will become a big demon."

"Turtle fight against people!"

"We've been operating this spiritual field for two generations!"

After the Ghost King Sect captured Dazefang City, ninety percent of the spiritual objects of the Hejia cultivators came from Lingtian. Even so, supporting eleven monks is still tight, and paying rent is not enough for cultivation!

As far as the road is concerned, the tortoise senior becomes the tortoise son!

"Cough cough!"

He Dong coughed twice and sipped his tea slowly.

"What's the rush of each one? Elder Tang has no clansmen outside, and he has no disciples. After a hundred years, won't this spiritual land belong to our family?"

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