God rewards hard work: Farming and cultivating immortality

A roar came from the horizon, and a beam of spiritual light flew towards them at high speed.

Bai Jixin's face suddenly changed: "Oh no, it's a Jindan Zhenren!"

In an instant, the three sects' coalition forces were in chaos, and some even cried out.

After all, they survived the war, destroyed the formation, and relieved their own safety.

They thought everything was over, but who knew that at the last moment, a Jindan Zhenren came over!

However, Jiang Lan ignored this situation and continued his torture.

"How dare you!"

This person appeared in the sky, and saw that the foundation-building cultivator below seemed to have not heard his words at all, and continued to torture the masked man, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

Then, he summoned a rope magic weapon, manipulated it, and whipped Jiang Lan like a whip.

This thing is his life magic weapon, the demon rope!

And he is the Jindan Zhenren who was with the sloppy Taoist at the beginning, named Zhang Hao, also known as Haotian Zhenren!

"I didn't expect him to come so fast?"

Bai Jixin summoned the magic weapon and wanted to stop him, but was suppressed by the pressure that followed.

This is the spiritual pressure of the mana in the Jindan period, especially Zhang Hao is a cultivator who has been in Jindan for many years and has reached the middle stage of Jindan.

The suppression power for the foundation-building cultivator is very terrifying.

At this time, Jiang Lan was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and clenched it. The figure covered with black mud exploded into several parts and scattered around.

Only a mask fell to the ground.

Then he raised his head and looked at the intruder. Several black muds rushed up to the sky and wrapped around the "demon rope".

At this time, his state was very strange.

It was obvious that the other party was a Jindan real person, an existence that he could not compete with at all.

But he did not show any fear, but instead had a strong desire to fight with him.

Even... with some self-destructive tendencies...

The moment the master closed his eyes, his heart was filled with indescribable complex emotions, with nowhere to vent...

All kinds of memories, all kinds of emotions, all kinds of ifs.

Intertwined in his mind, he was at a loss and could only stand there...

Until the masked man climbed out of the pit, in an instant, the emotions in his heart finally had a target.

Whether it was the sadness of the master's death or the hatred of his own powerlessness.

All turned into a murderous intention, an impulse to destroy everything!

Then... start with this culprit!

He will use all means to make him experience the torture of living a life worse than death, so that he can calm the complicated emotions.

He couldn't help but recall the 'Dead Silence Domain'. The pain when he contained the 'Dead Silence Domain' with his body was the most painful time he had experienced so far.

I don't know if it was what he thought or was affected by other things.

In order to let the other party feel it, he actually gave up his reason and completely embraced the murderous intention of the 'White Tiger Dao'.

He... embarked on the old path of the genius of the Ten Thousand Spirits Realm.

His body turned into black mud, cold and ruthless, with murderous intent.

His rationality told him that he should not sink, but he could not help himself.

And if no one stopped him from taking this step, it would become a disaster for the world.

When the enemy's Jindan Zhenren appeared, his last bit of humanity made him decide to fight.

This was tantamount to self-destruction, but... this was his purpose.

[Let everything end...]

In reality, the black mud was pulled off by the 'Demon Binding Rope', but more black mud continued to flow towards him.

After several more times, Zhang Hao took back his life magic weapon with an ugly face.

There were wisps of black mist wrapped around it, and most of the spirituality of the magic weapon was wiped out, which made him heartbroken.

"Good! Good! You have already found a way to die!"

His magic power was agitated, and the 'Demon Binding Rope' was thrown by him, flew high into the sky, and condensed into a circle.

As he continued to pinch the formula, a deep red flame ignited on it.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and strong winds. A hurricane was condensed and rushed towards the fire circle formed by the "demon binding rope".

When the hurricane was stained with fire, it formed a fire tornado that reached the sky and the earth.

It flooded downwards, vowing to burn all the creatures on the ground.

This is the famous magic of Haotian Zhenren.

Haori Tornado!

On the ground, the foundation-building monks tried their best to hold up the magic shield and prepare to welcome the terrifying magic, but their figures were like ants in front of such magic.

Just when they were desperate, tens of thousands of black muds gushed out of the ground and covered the sky and the earth to meet them.

It collided directly with the tornado, and in the unbelievable look of everyone, it actually stopped the terrifying fire tornado!

Jiang Lan actually relied on the cultivation of the foundation-building period to cross the level and block the magic of the Jindan Zhenren!

This matter can be regarded as an anecdote in this huge fairyland!

And the price is... Jiang Lan's body is slowly sinking down.

His right hand has disappeared, completely turned into black mud, and this situation is happening all over his body.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he will lose his human form, completely turn into black mud, and become a kind of existence in the "Dead Silence Domain"...

"Traitor! You promised your master, how come you forgot it just by turning your head!"

"I thought you were a sensible child, how come you can't figure it out sometimes?"

A crisp and familiar voice echoed in his ears.

"Master...father..."

Jiang Lan murmured, and a touch of color returned to his eyes.

He turned his head and saw Jiang Qing standing beside him.

No, her figure was illusory at the moment, she was a soul!

"This is..."

Suddenly, a small box came into his sight.

The Dragon and Phoenix Box!

Seeing Jiang Lan noticed it, he couldn't wait to fly up to take credit, but just halfway through, he fell down with a click, looking dying, giving people a sense of powerlessness.

And the body of Jiang Qing in his arms disappeared at some point.

Combined with the master's soul that appeared at this moment, everything made sense.

It should be this little guy with spiritual intelligence, seeing Jiang Lan in this situation, he felt something was wrong.

He took the initiative to activate his own characteristics - Netherworld Reincarnation!

Condensed Jiang Qing's soul, allowing her to appear again...

"Master... I'm sorry, your disciple has disappointed you..."

"Since you have realized your mistake, you must correct it."

"But..."

Jiang Qing walked to Jiang Lan, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to touch his disciple.

But his palm passed through Jiang Lan's body.

She couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Although she returned to the world again because of that strange magic weapon.

But dead, dead after all, she could no longer establish any connection with this world...

All she could do now was to use her own words to let the misguided disciple return to the right path.

"Although I don't know what difficulties you have, I believe you can do it."

"You can always bring surprises to my master and miracles to everyone."

"Why not give this miracle to yourself?"

The appearance of the master freed him from the complicated emotions.

Until now, looking back, I realized how extreme and unreasonable my thoughts were before.

Then, in his mind, he recalled the advice of the old turtle: "The way of the four symbols, check and balance each other, the single symbol has nothing to suppress, when using that power, be cautious..."

"It seems that recently, I have indeed relied too much on the 'White Tiger Way', and was influenced by it without knowing it."

"Perhaps that the genius of the Ten Thousand Spirits World was also for this reason..."

"Fortunately, I have a master, and it is also thanks to 'Xiao Ming'..."

He closed his eyes, traced back to the past, and recalled his original feelings.

The white tiger, the master of killing, represents the autumn of the four seasons, belongs to the metal, and controls weapons...

"Yes, if the 'White Tiger Way' only has the intention of killing, it is too narrow."

"It seems... my 'White Tiger Edge' should be taken a step further!"