Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

Luo Yu looked up at the depths of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain and pointed, "There are five Holy Son Orders hidden there. If you find one and return to the mountain gate alive, you will succeed!"

The people below looked at each other, and finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "Brother Luo, if all twenty of us come back, then the supporters..."

There are only five supporters. Will the Sect Master kill all the other fifteen?

Luo Yu shook his head slowly, "Brother, of course I hope everyone can come back, but it's far more than that. There is a mark on the Holy Son Order. As long as you get it, everyone can see it. Then..."

Luo Yu guessed that it would be a problem whether he could get five supporters in the end.

He didn't say it directly, but everyone understood it, and they couldn't help but feel heavy in their hearts.

This Holy Son Order represents a chance to survive, and it is also the position of the Holy Son. Everyone will come to fight for it without risking their lives.

The position of the Holy Son can practice the sect's "Holy Scripture", which can be regarded as a ticket to the Soul Refining Realm. Even if you don't have good talent, it's no problem to break through the Soul Refining Realm.

"Where can we find the five Holy Son Orders in this vast mountain range..." Chi Yu looked grim.

Luo Yu sighed deeply, "It may not be a one-day job, we must be prepared for a long-term battle."

There are indeed five Holy Son Orders, but no one said that they can find all of them. If only one is found, then everyone will fight for this Holy Son Order.

The bloody level can be imagined.

Seeing that the atmosphere was heavy, Luo Yu changed the subject, "There are three people in this fight for the Holy Son that we should try to avoid. The first is Qi Liang from Tongxin Mountain. He has the most people around him, more than 40 people, and there is also a cultivator who has completed the foundation building."

Everyone's faces became solemn when they heard this. Complete foundation building?

Not competing for the position of the Holy Son, but willing to be inferior to others?

"The second is Tu Wanshan from the Blood Refining lineage. This person built his foundation with the wonders of heaven and earth, and his combat power is extraordinary, and... he is also the son of the master of the Blood Refining Hall."

Xu Sanyan frowned when he heard this. Another person who built his foundation with the wonders of heaven and earth?

Each kind of heaven and earth wonder has its own unique ability in building the foundation. For example, his body is extremely tough, and he can also stimulate blood mist to weaken the enemy's magic power. It is hard to meet an opponent in close combat. I wonder what this person is capable of.

Xiangtan frowned, "Wouldn't it be a big deal to kill him?"

No one dares to offend a hall master. Even if he becomes a saint, he can't compete with the hall master.

"Alas..."

Luo Yu shook his head in distress, "Try to avoid him."

"Is the third one the Mengdie demon girl?" Chi Yu said.

Luo Yu nodded, "Yes, this girl is a disciple of the hall master of the Hehuan lineage. Her methods are strange and unpredictable, and we have to guard against it."

Xu Sanyan slowly said, "So, three saint son orders have been reserved? The rest of us can only compete for the remaining two?"

Qi Liang has the most people around him, and there is also a perfect foundation. He doesn't believe that there is no background behind him.

There are also Tu Wanshan and Mengdie, a son of the master of the Blood Refining Hall and a disciple of the master of the Hehuan Hall. No one can afford to offend them.

Luo Yu looked up at the treetops, clenched his fists and said, "If we find the Holy Son Order first, they can't blame others if they can't get it from us. At most, we can spare his life."

Everyone has perfected the foundation building, and Luo Yu believes that he is not inferior to others. The competition for the Holy Son has just begun, and it is still unknown who will win!

He must get this position!

"Yes, the position of the Holy Son belongs to the capable. Brother Luo is extremely talented, cares about his junior brothers, and is friendly to his fellow disciples. He deserves a place!" Chi Yu cheered loudly, cheering for everyone, and everyone agreed.

Xu Sanyan's mind moved, and a talisman slowly condensed in his eyes and slowly imprinted on Luo Yu's forehead.

For this talisman, Xu Sanyan injected the idea of ​​"trust", but the two of them have the same cultivation, so the effect is definitely not as obvious as Chi Yu.

So far, Xu Sanyan has condensed three talismans, for "master", "friendly" and "trust", and injected them into the hearts of Meng Zhuer, Chi Yu, and Luo Yu respectively.

At this moment, he also felt a little tired. It seems that condensing this talisman is not without cost. With his cultivation, he can condense two more at most.

The talisman fell on his forehead. Luo Yu did not notice anything unusual. After a glance, he nodded gently to Xu Sanyan and said, "Brothers and sisters, go back and prepare first. We will gather at Tongxin Mountain tomorrow."

"Yes." Everyone left.

Xiangtan took Xu Sanyan's hand and rubbed it gently with charming eyes, "Xu Junior Brother, I will wait for you tonight..."

As she said that, she told him about the cave, and then walked away step by step, looking back every three steps.

Chi Yu watched with a smile on his face, and only spoke after Xiangtan walked away, "This woman is really coquettish."

"Yes." Xu Sanyan agreed.

As they walked and talked, Xu Sanyan asked, "Brother Chi, is there no cultivator in the Lost Dao Realm in this Saint Son Competition?"

Chi Yu shook his head, "No, because the Saint Son Competition is limited to within 70 years old. Those who can break through the foundation building perfection at this age are already the pride of heaven, let alone the Lost Dao Realm."

"Just like Elder Qin Manyang, who successfully broke through the Lost Dao in his eighties, he was already a talented person. However, with such a talent, he was still trapped in the Lost Dao Realm for 30 years without any progress. What a pity..."

"If the Saint Son Competition had started a few decades earlier, Elder Qin might have had a chance to compete for this position. If he could have learned the "Sacred Scripture", he wouldn't have wasted 30 years in vain." Chi Yu shook his head with a little regret.

Calculated in this way, the pure and lovely Qin Manyang is already more than 100 years old?

Xu Sanyan smacked his lips. It really is true that you can't judge a person by his appearance.

"Is the Holy Scripture really so magical? Can it help people successfully cross the maze realm?" Xu Sanyan asked in confusion.

Chi Yu smiled bitterly, "Junior brother, you think too highly of me. I am just a small intermediate foundation-building stage. How can I know the magic of the Holy Scripture? I just heard a little bit from hearsay."

Xu Sanyan expressed his understanding.

The two came to the fork in the road, said goodbye, and Xu Sanyan returned to the cave alone.

Meng Zhuer saw Xu Sanyan coming back, and hurriedly stood up to greet him, poured tea and water for him, rubbed his shoulders and back, and her eyes were full of admiration.

Xu Sanyan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at Meng Zhuer who was busy, and was very satisfied in his heart.

This demon seed is indeed easy to use. The longer the time, the higher the degree of integration between the demon seed and the recipient, until the end, they are completely integrated, and then they will act completely according to Xu Sanyan's will.

I can only say that it is worthy of the name of the demon seed!

As the sky darkened, Meng Zhuer stripped naked and got into bed, looking at Xu Sanyan with deep affection.

Xu Sanyan ignored him and got up and left, "You sleep alone tonight."

He was going to keep Xiangtan's appointment.

"Yes, Master." Meng Zhuer didn't dare to disobey him, but her eyes still couldn't hide her disappointment.

Xu Sanyan went to Xiangtan Cave alone, of course, not really for the matter in his pants, but for other things.