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

Until five years ago, a foundation-building monk found him.

It was obvious that he was only in the early stages of foundation building, not as high as him.

After a battle, the opponent knew all about the Heavenly Demon Sect skills he practiced.

There was also the blood-red light that could contaminate the magical power of the magic weapon, but he was defeated by that person.

After being subdued, the other party used a secret technique of essence and blood to control him and let him serve him.

While searching, snatch training resources for him.

Two months ago, the other party informed him to come here to intercept and kill a Xuantian Sect disciple named Su Ping, whose symbol was to drive a white flying boat.

If you are unable to defeat the opponent, try your best to fight, hold the opponent back, and wait for support.

Su Ping's expression changed several times, and a magic flag appeared in his hand, swallowing up the blood, essence, and soul of the black-robed monk.

Then he did not put away the Baiyun boat, but continued to move forward at the original speed, turning into a stream of light and disappearing here.

From the memory of the black-robed monk, he was sure that he had never seen the early-stage foundation-building monk who controlled him.

But the other party was familiar with the Heavenly Demon Sect's techniques, and he should be one of the remaining members of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but he really couldn't figure out which Heavenly Demon Sect foundation builder would care about him.

After all, the three Nascent Souls of the Tianmo Sect have all been killed. The Jindan monks outside have been aggressively pursuing them in the past few years and have basically killed them all.

And the other party was not a Jindan monk, which was why Su Ping did not put away Baiyunzhou.

Rather than being worried about the thief, it is better to see who the thief is.

With his current combat power, he is still somewhat confident against the Foundation Establishment.

Although he had just used two spiritual weapons, they were not all he could do, and the golden spiritual sword was accidentally trapped.

If it wasn't for a quick fight, the opponent could be killed with just one spiritual weapon.

Su Ping was thinking as he drove the white cloud boat forward.

About two hours later, at the scene of the battle, a young man with a stern face appeared here.

"Trash, really trash!"

The young man cursed, and a bloody ripple spread out from his hand. A drop of blood on the ground that had not been burned by the flames was sucked into his hand by the bloody ripple.

Swallowing the blood into his mouth, the young man's expression changed. After a long time, he calmed down again.

"There are actually spiritual weapons? Or two, huh! That's all, I'll let you live a little longer!"

Bloody light flashed and the young man disappeared.

Time passed slowly, and Su Ping was slow and unhurried along the way, but he did not wait for others to intercept him.

Instead, they encountered some blind monks who wanted to rob.

In the end, they all became the nourishment of Tianmo Banner.

The Heavenly Demon Flag he is currently using is used by the Heavenly Demon Sect's foundation-building monks, and is currently being held in his hands.

There were dozens of resentful spirits roaring and howling silently inside the magic banner.

A flash of thunder struck out, and Yuan Ling roared even louder.

The resentful spirits in the Heavenly Demon Banner need to consume blood and essence to grow, and they have been relatively peaceful recently.

Occasionally, when I met several monks, they would nod to each other and leave separately.

Su Ping is not a murderer. If others don't provoke him, he will not take the initiative to provoke others.

Without the supply of essence and blood, the resentful spirits inside actually had the idea of ​​​​devouring the master and rushed out to devour his essence and blood.

Naturally, he used thunder to teach them how to become a qualified wraith.

After the Heavenly Demon Banner devoured the blood essence and soul, it was only able to retain part of its cultivation. At this time, there were only two or three resentful spirits in the foundation-building stage inside the Demon Banner.

The rest all fell into the Qi Refining Stage. Of course, there were also monks who were in the Qi Refining Stage during their lifetime.

But without exception, there was not a single wraith in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, but there were several late-stage Foundation Establishment monks who died in his hands.

Sighing, that's it. I had expectations for the Heavenly Demon Banner before. After all, it is the treasure of the Heavenly Demon Sect, even though he used an imitation.

But now it seems that it has no effect at all, so I casually put the demon flag into the storage bag and ignored it.

At this time, it had been more than three years since Su Ping left Xuantian Sect.

For more than three years, he has not walked fast. Although he is not fast, he does not know how many thousands of miles he has left Xuantian Sect.

I saw a lot of local customs and customs along the way.

There are foreign races with very different folk customs, and there are also barren mountains where monsters are rampant.

There is an extremely wide river and endless yellow sand as far as the eye can see.

Having seen the bloody scenes of mortal wars to destroy countries, I also have the imperial ambition of becoming a great treasure for the first time.

I have seen the prosperous and prosperous dynasties, and I have also seen the misery of the people who changed their sons and died.

Along the way, except for those who provoked Su Ping, he acted as a spectator.

Look at the beautiful mountains and rivers and the picturesque scenery.

Seeing the joys and sorrows of the world, the immortal world is ruthless.

Look at the rotation of the sun and the moon, and you will always be the same.

It seems that his mood has changed. A year ago, Su Ping naturally broke through to the late stage of foundation building.

The breakthrough was as ordinary as water. It was really an ordinary breakthrough, as if it came naturally.

On this day, Su Ping landed in a city, not far from the strange mountain range described by Ma Ji.

In secular countries, there may be language differences.

But in the world of practitioners, there seems to be no difference. There are only some differences in tone.

The monks, especially the monks here, do not have any big sects, and most of them are casual cultivators.

No one cares about these small language differences.

Su Ping concentrated his aura to the early stage of foundation building, and lowered the bamboo hat on his head, covering half of his face.

The mask he bought at the Silver Steward's Office was put on his face again, and he transformed into Senior Brother Zhou Chunzhou.

"Long time no see, Senior Brother Zhou!"

With a whisper, he stepped into Fangshi's formation.

There are also thin clouds and ecstasy formations outside the city here to prevent mortals from entering by mistake.

After passing through the formation, Su Ping frowned slightly, which was very different from the Fang style he had seen before.

There are only about a dozen small wooden houses in the market here, and there are scattered people, making it look very deserted.

Looking around, they were all monks with Qi refining skills. At this time, his foundation-building skills seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Along the way, people would make way for him from time to time, showing their respect and fear for him as a foundation-building monk.

Su Ping also entered a shop from time to time, or looked at the stalls, but found nothing except some low-level magic weapons, spiritual herbs and elixirs.

The exercises for sale were even more unsightly, and he had no interest in them at all.

The things like picking up leaks and finding treasures in other novels did not happen to him.

"I'm Wumu, I've met this fellow Taoist!"

Just when Su Ping was about to leave, a voice sounded from behind.

Turning around, he saw an old man with a weathered face saluting him, and his body also exuded the cultivation of the early stage of foundation building.

Su Ping returned the gift, "Next week, Chun, Fellow Taoist Ebony, I'm glad to see you."

"I am the owner of this city. Does Zhou Daoyou's accent sound like a local?"

Su Ping nodded, "I have poor qualifications. After struggling to build the foundation, I lost my enterprising spirit. After traveling all over the world, I came here. Fellow Taoist Ebony, I'm sorry to bother you!"