Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Big guy, let me guess what level of Nascent Soul you are at?"

Tong Qifei was sitting on the clouds. Hua Jue below was running wildly, but he seemed to be being pulled, and kept moving at a fast speed.

As a physical practice, Wu Ma is different from ordinary golden elixirs.

Not only is he highly talented and powerful, he is also extremely mature in character.

There are twelve beast heads under the three generals, each with its own characteristics and abilities, but there is only one way to become a beast head, defeat any one of them!

When Wu Ma was just a golden elixir, no one was optimistic about him.

After all, physical training is so common that even if it is a golden elixir achieved by understanding the true meaning, it will be difficult for Yuanying to reach a higher level after that.

Of course, Huajue didn't pay attention to those rumors at all. It was time to practice and go out on missions.

The mineral vein where he is located is also the richest harvest under the three generals.

It is precisely because of his steady character that the other eleven beasts like to work with him. Sometimes, Hua Jue will kill the enemy without even taking action himself!

On Pingdu Continent, countless talented people died under his huge fist.

Seeing Hua Jue still running, Tong Qifei, who was holding the silk in the clouds, muttered, feeling bored.

Wu Ma is good at everything, but he doesn't like small talk.

It’s so boring!

After a while, Wei Yang glanced at it and tugged hard on the silk thread in his hand, but was still dragged forward by Hua Jue.

"Stop, stop!"

He called out twice quickly.

"What's wrong?" Hua Jue frowned. Although he stopped, the scholar's robe on his body was still making noise.

"Ahead is Dream Valley."

"Dream Valley?"

Hua Jue felt that the name was a bit familiar.

"Menggu! Don't you remember?" Tong Qifei emphasized.

"I remember a few years ago, we seemed to have destroyed this fairy sect."

Finally, both of them realized something was wrong.

Because the general set up a trap, he found out those immortal sects that wanted to sit back and enjoy the success, and they took action to uproot these celestial sects.

All the monks who were above the foundation level were killed by Hua Jue's iron fist.

And that year, he killed tens of thousands of people alone!

But he has a steady and unsmiling personality, and likes to wear scholar's uniform for physical training. There is no fluctuation in his heart, and it seems that killing someone is like killing a chicken.

Or maybe they killed so much that they forgot about it.

Now that I came to Dream Valley again, I realized something was wrong!

"Those qi refinings have also become a climate?" Hua Jue asked back.

Tong Qifei shook his head, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know."

But the next moment, the young man suddenly chuckled: "Whatever, just kill him again!"

With the strength of the two of them, as long as the opponent is not Chen Long or Yin Hu, there is nothing to fear in the general's mansion.

What's more, those demonic cultivators who rely on demonic skills to sacrifice low-level monks to forcibly raise their realm?

Hua Jue nodded with deep understanding.

He took a deep breath, and his body expanded rapidly, turning into a bloody giant dozens of meters tall in an instant.

The energy and blood in the body surged, and the whole person was as bright as the midday sun.

His legs were slightly bent and he exerted force suddenly.

He jumped and was already a hundred miles away.

Above, Tong Qifei relied on his magical power to easily locate the enemy.

The next moment, the two of them fell into a bloody formation!

"Array?" Hua Jue became alert.

Neither he nor Tong Qifei are proficient in formations.

However, Wei Yang laughed confidently.

"What are you afraid of? Look at the big guy and smash him with one punch!"

Hua Jue stood there and turned around.

His eyes were like a torch, staring at the blood mist surrounding him. After a brief pause, he swung out a fist that shattered the earth and made the whole time and space tremble!

The earth is roaring and the wind is like the sound of cannon.

Then a muffled groan came out.

Tong Qifei quickly grabbed this fleeting moment of energy, quickly shot out the silk thread from his hand, and connected to the opponent in the blink of an eye!

"Here!"

A ball of demonic energy surged and burned.

That is the change after burning Qi and blood.

When the other party appeared, Tong Qifei and Hua Jue were stunned at the same time, looking at each other in disbelief.

"Aren't you dead?"

That’s right!

This person is none other than Master Menggu!

Headmaster Menggu died under Huajue's fist.

But now, not only has the opponent been resurrected, but his strength has also improved to a higher level, which is really incredible.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

…

Fayan Temple.

Hai Zhu burped.

His belly that was disproportionate to his body was sticking out and looked extremely eye-catching.

However, he really didn't like people calling him fat, and he beat anyone who looked at him strangely to death.

Before the other party died, he would also say that this was a "big stomach bag".

The rabbit is far away from the pig.

If it wasn't for the Third General's order, she really didn't want to stay with him.

But the good news is that their mission is about to be completed. As long as they deal with the possessed monks in Fayan Temple, she can say goodbye to this pig!

"Hmph, hum." Hai Zhu was panting a little after eating.

This made Maotu even more contemptuous.

"Go quickly!"

"Wait...wait until I finish."

The other party muttered, and until he was full of food and wine, Haizhu patted his belly and hurried towards the target.

Uatu followed from a distance, and she even considered whether to go in.

But in order to complete the task assigned by the general, they stepped into the territory of Fayan Temple.

As soon as they entered, they saw the main temple in the distance shining with golden light and Buddha's light.

So much so that they almost thought they had stepped into the wrong place.

And with a cry of "Amitabha", a bald man wearing a cassock, holding a wooden fish in one hand and a wooden pestle in the other hand appeared in front of them.

The strange thing is that every time this person took a step, it was like a frozen picture, flashing everywhere.

"Old bald man, die!"

Haizhu grunted, and the whole person was like a big ball, and a bowl-thick thunder fell from the sky!

Thunder cultivation!

Although Haizhu's appearance was unbearable, his thunder cultivation had already reached perfection.

As the true meaning of thunder with powerful killing ability, his magical power turned into purgatory, which could destroy a large number of enemies in an instant!

"Amitabha, why do you have such a murderous intent?"

As soon as the words fell, the other party came through the thundercloud at an extremely strange speed.

In less than a breath, the man was already standing next to Haizhu.

"You!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and a sense of crisis surged up in an instant.

But before he could react, the wooden pestle in the old monk's hand had hit his head, and in an instant the fat was fried into a ball of blood mist.

"Amitabha, more firewood is needed to burn the body."

Maotu behind him had already discovered something was wrong.

The strength of this old monk was beyond her expectations. With just that one move, I'm afraid only Chenlong could deal with it.

She didn't dare to hesitate any more, and immediately turned around and ran away!

"Amitabha, since we are here, we should make the best of it." (End of this chapter)