The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"what's the situation?"

Yang Li frowned, sitting on the futon, in a daze.

practice?

Cultivate ass.

According to the records of Yuxu Taoism, by condensing spiritual energy, tempering one's own body, wandering through the meridians, the immortal body is self-contained.

Every step knows how to do it, and every step is done carefully.

But still no use at all.

There is nothing in the body, where does the spiritual power come from?

"Gaba, Gaba..."

I grabbed the small bottle and ate several yellow buds like eating jelly beans, but I didn't feel any spiritual energy except that it was quite sweet.

According to Huanglong's meaning, eat one a day.

But now this bottle of hundreds of pills is almost finished, and there is not even any sequelae.

And that bottle of so-called Qingjing Miaofa Pill has the same taste as mints, and the reaction is similar.

Eat it in your mouth and let it cool down.

Gone.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Yang Li suspected that he might have been deceived.

At the very least, it's also because the master didn't teach well, and what he gave himself was all fakes and gimmicks.

"Could it be that I really don't have the talent for cultivation?"

This thought just flashed across, but was quickly dismissed by Yang Li.

At any rate, he is a traverser with a system. Although he didn't find the system useful, the system is not likely to find someone who can't practice as a host.

try again!
Trying to be calm and cultivate mana according to Yuxu Taoism, I can vaguely feel that there is indeed a strong aura condensed around me, and even merged into my body.

But in the next second, all the spiritual energy disappeared, and there was no trace of it.

What the hell is going on?

Yang Li meditated hard, but he didn't know that whenever he was concentrating on cultivation, the spiritual energy he absorbed would form a drop of spiritual liquid in an imperceptible space in his body and drip down gently.

Below, is the boundless sea of ​​psychic liquid!
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Outside Magu's Cave, Kunpeng was fidgeting in front of the wooden house.

When Yuanshi Tianzun appeared, he was terrified. Even though he knew that Saint Yang Li was by his side, he couldn't stop his fear.

There is also a reason for this.

Among the six great sages, only Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun has the sole foothold. All the monster races, in the eyes of Tianzun, are smoky, filthy things like chickens and dogs.

His sorcerer, Kunpeng, is no exception.

Many years ago, Kunpeng took the monster soldiers and generals to kill a disciple of Yuxu who called him a "flat-haired beast", which was regarded as offending Kunlun Mountain.

Yuanshi Tianzun, the sage, naturally wouldn't seek revenge on him deliberately, but if he happened to meet, he probably wouldn't shy away from solving it.

After bumping into Yuanshi, Kunpeng's heart trembled, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. Only then did he realize that not to mention Yuanshi Tianzun, his master Yang Li, the sage, had disappeared. Now, he felt even more flustered.

"Could it be that two saints are fighting?"

He was terrified, looked at the sky, and felt that outside the world, in the vast universe, two saints were fighting.

This is not surprising.

Shangqing Tianzun Tongtian seems to have offended Yang Li, the three Qings advance together and retreat together, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun will fight with Yang Li, it is very possible.

Is it to escape?
Or stay where you are and show loyalty?

These two different options have been emerging in Kunpeng's mind.

If they ran away directly, there was a saint Nvwa in the Yaozu, and the two saints would not deliberately make things difficult, but the intimate relationship they had deliberately maintained with the saint Yang Li before was completely over.

No one likes a mount that runs away when it is in danger.

Staying where he is will allow the sage Yang Li to discover that he is loyal, keep the relationship even further, and reward him with some kind of natural talent and earthly treasure.

The shovel with a hint of majestic purple energy given to Styx last time is good, and there are still many saints.

Or, it would be better for the saint to teach himself the set of radio gymnastics called "The Times is Calling". That is a peerless supernatural power.

But this choice is risky, if Saint Yang Li is defeated and leaves directly, then he, the poor little demon master, will be left to face Yuanshi Tianzun.

Thousands of thoughts emerged in his mind, recalling everything that happened from the end of the Great Dao until now, Kunpeng finally made up his mind.

Grandma, I bet Yang Li is definitely stronger than Yuan Shi!
As soon as this idea came out, Kunpeng hurriedly looked around vigilantly to see if Yuan Shi would feel his heart, and suddenly appeared and wiped himself out.

Fortunately, no.

But just when he was about to turn his eyes away, he saw a cloud of auspicious clouds rushing towards him from afar.

Squinting his eyes, Kunpeng has recognized that the old Taoist with a red face on the cloud head is the owner of this mountain, Master Huanglong.

It seemed that Saint Yang Li wanted to pretend to be a mortal before and worshiped Huang Long as his teacher. In addition, Huang Long was a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, so he might have some understanding of the situation of the two saints.

Thinking of this, his plump gray chicken appearance was shrouded in a burst of black light, and in the next second, it turned into a gloomy man with a round figure and wrapped in a black robe.

"Huanglong stay behind!"

The man transformed by Kunpeng rose into the air and stopped the people coming.

Hearing someone calling his name, Master Huang Long looked at it, but it was a little familiar, and he felt like he had seen this person somewhere, but it was too long, and he couldn't remember it clearly.

"What's the matter, Fellow Daoist? Did you come to visit me specially when you came to Erxian Mountain?"

Seeing that the man in black robe was not masked, Huang Long felt relieved, he probably didn't block the door and beat him up.

After all, I am a disciple personally handed down by a sage, so if I come to beat myself up, I have to save face, and it is impossible to show my face and attack.

"Yes and no, I want to ask, where are the two saints now?"

Kunpeng knew that Yang Li seemed to be plotting something in Erxian Mountain, so he was very polite. Otherwise, Huanglong, who was in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, wouldn't be worthy of greetings from his majestic demon master.

It should be noted that when Hongjun was preaching and the six saints had not yet been determined, he, Kunpeng, was also one of the candidates. brother.

But people don't admit it.

Ask a saint?Or two?

Huang Long was taken aback, but didn't understand what it meant. He didn't know how to answer for a while, so he looked at Kunpeng more, and the more he looked, the more familiar he looked, and a bad thought gradually arose in his heart:

"Friend Daoist, have we met before?"

"Yes." Kunpeng smiled, "That was 3000 years ago, I was invited to a banquet, and you sneaked past the guests at that time, and we glanced at each other."

A feast 3000 years ago?

Huang Long was startled, knowing that he was the one who sneaked into the Heavenly Court and stole the emperor's tail feathers, thinking of this was even more strange.

That's to steal things, not to be a guest, I am very careful, I don't deal with other people at all, they all walk with their heads down, how dare they look at anyone.

So he frowned and said: "Isn't that right, you are also a guest at the banquet? I just appeared for a while and then left quickly. , like Nuwa Saint, Heavenly Emperor Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, Demon Master... Demon Master... Demon Master!?"