Cultivation of Immortality: Dual cultivation with the female sect master, and they fell in love over

With a trembling voice, the old man poured wine among the rocks and placed Madam Hua's head on the rocks. Like a mortal, he lit a fire stick and lit Madam Hua's heads to pay homage to the spirits of their brothers.

Su Ping watched all this calmly, without urging or stopping it. After spending so long, there was no rush now.

When the head burned away and only a pile of withered bones remained, the old man used his spiritual power to break the bones, grind them into fly ash, and scatter them among the rocks.

Bone to ashes!

Su Ping's skin trembled a few times. It turned out that the old man hated Madam Hua so much. He somewhat understood why Su Ping wanted his son to kill Madam Hua even if he fed him the elixir!

Perhaps, Su Ping is his only chance for revenge!

After scattering the ashes of the old man, he knelt down in tears.

"Brothers, your great revenge has finally been avenged. Let us thank Senior Pan together!"

The old man kowtowed to Su Ping again, extremely pious.

Su Ping helped the old man up, and the old man wiped the tears on his face.

He raised his hand and waved the magic scroll, and the rocks were turned over, revealing several white bones. There was a jade box next to the bones. The old man picked up the jade box and handed it to Su Ping respectfully.

Su Ping took the jade box and opened it. There were some magic weapons and spiritual stones inside. Su Ping ignored them and found a broken parchment scroll at the bottom.

The parchment scroll was not complete. He raised his hand and turned it over, and a parchment scroll appeared in his hand. The two could be connected, but part of the whole was still missing.

But I can continue to practice the God-forging Technique. As for the later stage, let's see if there is a chance to find it.

Su Ping has also heard of techniques to strengthen spiritual consciousness, but the effects described are much worse than those of the God Forging Technique.

So I attach great importance to this God Forging Technique. After traveling thousands of miles and working hard for so long, the trip is finally worthwhile and I finally have something to gain!

Su Ping put the sheepskin scroll into the storage bag and returned the jade box to the old man.

"Senior, what about the antidote?"

Seeing Su Ping put away his skills, the old man asked, "his childishness has not been detoxified yet."

"It was just an ordinary pill. I used my spiritual power to turn it away, but it actually helped you as a child. Why do you need an antidote?"

The figure flickered, Su Ping disappeared, and Su Ping's words echoed in the old man's ears.

"senior!"

The old man bowed down again and burst into tears of gratitude!

...

In a cave, Meng Lan was lying on the ground and fast asleep. Su Ping was holding a parchment scroll in one hand, frowning and thinking hard.

He has already studied the second part of the God-forging Technique. It is not the secret method of attacking the soul that he expected, but a secret method of protecting the soul, forming a shield in the sea of ​​consciousness to resist the attack of the soul.

Feeling the shield slowly dissipating in the sea of ​​consciousness, he has tried countless times. Every time the shield is formed, it disappears shortly after it is formed. It seems that he has not grasped the key point.

At the same time, he was increasingly looking forward to the follow-up techniques of the God Forging Technique. He guessed that there should be a secret attack method for the soul in the follow-up.

But unfortunately, the situation was chaotic at the time, and Boss Meishan didn't know who got the second half of the technique, so he could only look at luck.

Today is the fifteenth day since he left Meishan. He originally planned to return to Guan Nei and Xuantian Sect.

Unfortunately, Qing'an was completely in chaos. Just when the Wolf King was about to take complete control of Qing'an City, Buddhism took advantage of the situation and competed with the Wolf King for control of Qing'an.

Before Buddhism, there had never been any Nascent Soul monks walking outside, and no one knew their specific strength. At this time, a Nascent Soul Buddhist cultivator was dispatched.

He fought several battles with the Wolf King, with neither victory nor defeat, but in the chaos of the war, the power of faith spread rapidly, and many monks who were cornered by the Wolf King became followers of Buddhism.

Judging from various signs, Buddhism did not want to end this war quickly. It only made several feint attacks on Qing'an City. Instead, it planned to engage in a protracted war with the Wolf King in order to quickly spread its faith.

Throughout Qing'an Cultivation World, monks fighting could be seen almost everywhere. Su Ping had no choice but to hide in the mountains. He did not want to participate in the battle between Buddhism and the Wolf King without knowing it.

With his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, if he participated in a brawl and was targeted by someone with intentions, he might die without even knowing how he died.

He shook his head and put aside these messy thoughts. During this period, he had been looking for ideas to return to the pass. Unfortunately, some of the only roads he had to pass were guarded by monks.

If he takes a detour and crosses some vast mountains with his foundation building cultivation, there may be demon beasts in the demon core stage, which will also be very dangerous.

At this time, the storage bag suddenly vibrated, and there was some confusion.

He reached out and touched it, and it turned out to be Wanbao Pavilion Silver Coin. The message was passed through the VIP token:

"Fellow Daoist Su, you are still in Qing'an. If you want to leave Qing'an, we have a way in Wanbao Pavilion."

The sound of Yin Yuan's laughter came from the token.

This bank manager really knows how to do business. It seems that the price of leaving Qing'an is not cheap.

"Fellow Taoist, just tell me how many spiritual stones you need!" Su Ping replied.

"Haha, not much, not much, three thousand spirit stones!"

Not long after, the sound of silver dollars came from the token again.

"There are too many. Su's body lacks spiritual stones. I'm afraid he will disappoint fellow Taoist!"

Su Ping has enough spiritual stones, but in order to keep his wealth from being exposed, he still has to pull it out, just in case Yin Yuan has other ideas.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. As a disciple of Xuantian Sect, fellow Taoist can get on the boat first and make up for it later. I also want to return to Xuanyangfang City, and I will need my fellow Taoist to take care of me in the future."

"That's it, thank you very much, Manager Yin!"

"I will leave in three days. If Fellow Daoist Su wants to leave, please hurry up and meet me at Wanbao Pavilion!"

Frowning, Su Ping was reluctant to return to Qing'an City. As the center of the confrontation between the two parties, Qing'an City must be in chaos at this time.

If something went wrong, the consequences would be disastrous, so Su Ping continued to meditate.

Two days later, a young man in ragged clothes and exuding Qi refining skills appeared at the gate of Qing'an City.

The young man held a long sword with dim light, his breath was disordered, and he looked around with a nervous expression on his face.

When he saw the guard at the door, he patted his chest and handed over two spiritual stones like a wanderer returning to his mother's arms.

"Senior, please open the city gate. It's too dangerous outside the city. It's safer inside the city."

"Which force are you from?"

The guard accepted the spirit stone and asked coldly.

"Senior, I am a casual cultivator. Not long after I arrived in Qing'an, I encountered this chaos. I was chased by a cultivator outside the city. Fortunately, my escape skills are still good, otherwise I would not be able to come back."

The young man looked like he was surviving the disaster.

"Hmph! Open the storage bag and let me check to see if you are a spy!"

"This....."

The young man showed a troubled expression.

"Come here, this man is a spy, escort him back."

The guard waved his hand, and several monks quickly stepped forward, and there was a spiritual consciousness that locked him tightly, as if a thunderous strike would be launched at any time.

"Senior, please be slow. This is my storage bag. Please check it, senior."