ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Accompanied by a loud noise similar to thunder, it was quickly swallowed up by the snake lurking in the cave wall in less than a second, and everything returned to silence.

The falling stalactites hatched ancient spirit beasts, which then pounced on the only living being -

Traveling through the galaxy.

Because this was her practice, Emperor Ying Cang did not catch up, every ancient spirit beast wanted to tear her into pieces, greedily wanting to suck her vitality, and did not retreat in fear in the face of the dragon's might. The spirit beasts rushed towards her like a tide, almost drowning her figure, but she was not afraid but smiled in the middle of it, her tall and slender figure surged with invisible but terrifying power, the inheritance of the real dragon had long been engraved in this body, waiting for her to activate it with a lot of actual combat practice, and transform it into her own power.

Traveling back and forth between the secret areas of the three sects is to complete the practice that ordinary cultivators cannot do in a short period of time.

Her eyes were determined, and every step forward she took would kill at least two ancient beasts.

In the countless killings, faint golden scaly patterns appeared on Du Xinghe's spine. When weaker spirit beasts pounced on her, she didn't have to do anything herself. When they touched the dragon energy externalized in her body, they would immediately dissipate and disappear like cotton wool.

The sound was swallowed up by the darkness. This practice was vast and silent.

It takes time for the dead ancient beasts to be reborn, but she killed them too quickly. When she walked out of the cave and looked back, the cave was empty, with only blood dripping into the ghost spring.

Outside the cave, the long night was coming to an end and dawn was approaching.

Emperor Ying Cang was standing outside waiting for her, the deep blue sky shining on him, outlining an indescribable gentle temperament.

The morning light also illuminated Du Xinghe's face at this moment.

Her eyes were bright, and her originally round pupils had become a vertical line, with dark gold shining through them. She looked exactly the same as before, but the feeling she gave was completely different, even less human. When her gaze came over casually, it was as if she were being stared at by a wild beast with a fierce determination.

Dragons are not human beings, and immortals are not human beings either.

Emperor Ying Cang looked at her in a trance.

She also saw herself reflected in his eyes.

In his reincarnations, Du Xinghe has experienced many different identities and suffered from severe dissociative disorder - who am I? My body, brain and memories are completely different, am I still myself? The soul is something that cannot be seen or touched.

Orthodox monks regard possession of another's body as a side job, which is both a disdain for shortcuts and a questioning of whether those who need to rely on possession of another's body to make a comeback have the ability to stick to their true self.

And now...

"Your Majesty has been kept waiting."

Du Xinghe smiled at him.

In the blink of an eye, the vertical pupil returned to its original state.

No matter how many changes there are, Du Xinghe will never lose himself.

If cultivating immortals is a game that requires collecting everything, Ying Cangdi is a talented player who relies on his operational skills to skip the plot, and only when he is about to reach the maximum level does he go back in a hurry to make up for the plot props he missed one by one. Du Xinghe is a new account of an old player who has already gone through different plots countless times before standing in front of the Boss.

Even if the realm is still imperfect, what should be perfect has already been perfected.

In the blink of an eye, all the blood stains on Du Xinghe's clothes disappeared.

The jade bone robe is worn by her original body, and her clothes are just the externalization of spiritual power.

After entering the Nascent Soul stage, turning the virtual into the real was as easy as breathing for her.

"Did you see anyone else in the cave?"

Emperor Ying Cang asked.

"No, it's just me. There are no other monks inside."

Du Xinghe answered without hesitation.

She released her spiritual sense to sweep the entire interior of the cave; if there was a living person, they would not escape her eyes.

Hearing this, Emperor Ying Cang looked behind her again and said, "That's strange."

The range of his spiritual consciousness is wider and more detailed than Du Xinghe's.

When he broke into the Nine Yang Sect, he heard an elder mention -

Su Yan, the eldest disciple of the Wenxin Cliff branch, is still in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts.

"What's weird?"

"Nothing, just keep going inside."

……

Like many ancient secret places, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts becomes more dangerous the deeper you go.

Su Yan knew that his state of mind was unstable and it was not a good time to practice, so he had been moving around the safer periphery of the cave... How should I put it? His fellow disciples had rumors that he had gone astray, but he knew that he was not that crazy. He could not really seek death and ruin his bright future.

He just used the name of meditation in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts to avoid rumors and the eyes of others.

The last time Junior Sister Mingzhi brought some sacred rice to cook porridge for him and they talked, he was touched.

"I can't keep being depressed." Su Yan said to himself.

"If you can win the White Tiger's favor once, you can win it a second time..."

"I want to go to the depths of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts! To look for the remains of the white tiger!"

He left a note at the shelter built by the Jiuyang Sect in the cave, asking his junior sister not to worry about him the next time she came to visit him.

Of course, what he didn't know was that his junior sister, seeing that the situation was not right, had found a perfect excuse to run down the mountain.

Su Yan was once recognized by the sacred beast White Tiger, and even with just a wisp of its breath, it could guide him in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Although there were tens of thousands of spirit beasts' residual souls constantly reborn in the cave, the predecessors of the Nine Yang Sect had already opened up a safe path. He walked in it with a sword talisman, unmolested by the hatched spirit beasts, and arrived at the place he was looking for in a winding way.

The Earthly Evil Gold Vein.

What remained in the tomb were tiger claws embedded in the earth veins.

The White Tiger is in charge of killing, and it forms an innate killing formation with the Gengjin mine. The overflowing evil spirit can cause the spiritual beast to mutate. He has been recognized by the White Tiger, and the evil spirit around him has not had much impact on him. He went straight to the deepest part of the evil spirit, but did not even see a shadow of the White Tiger.

“Why don’t you respond to me?”

Su Yan was at a loss.

The last time he came to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts, it was much more difficult than this time. He killed a lot of people and was blood-thirsty. He was covered in wounds and accidentally entered a golden vein. In the midst of fatigue and pain, he felt that a higher-level existence was glancing at him. From then on, he got the mark of the white tiger, which made his sword more ferocious.

This time, Su Yan was familiar with the road and did not encounter many obstacles along the way.

In the end, no one paid any attention to him.

What's going on?

In the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts, gaining the approval of the beast souls requires fate and there is no shortcut.

There was a female cultivator who wanted to win the favor of the Nine-Tailed Saint Fox and secretly brought in fried tofu... What could he bring to win the favor of the White Tiger? Catnip? Su Yan had never thought about this. He felt that he was different from ordinary cultivators.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After a moment, numerous sword lights were seen rising in the golden veins.

...When Du Xinghe arrived, he saw his former senior brother singing and dancing there. He had no idea what was wrong with him.

"There are no spiritual beasts around, what is he doing?" she wondered.

Du Xinghe didn't deliberately avoid anyone when he spoke, nor did he lower his voice.

The sword light suddenly stopped, and Su Yan suddenly came back to his senses. When he saw that familiar face, his heart stopped for three breaths.

Fortunately, the heart veins of high-level cultivators are very strong, and it is not a problem for the heart to stop beating for an hour or so, not to mention that it is only three breaths, and the face is still ruddy. After not seeing each other for a long time, Su Yan can see that Du Xinghe's realm is far above his, and he is not someone he can easily offend, but he can't do it when he asks him to greet her with the etiquette of a junior.

It would be better to actually faint, he thought.

If you faint, you don’t have to think about how to deal with it.

Su Yan's face was as gloomy as water: "Are you here to look for the white tiger beast soul as well?"

"that is not."

One should not worship two masters. Du Xinghe has not forgotten that he has a godfather, Xuanwu.

She waved her hand: "Just do your thing... That's not right."

Du Xinghe suddenly remembered that he had been practicing in the secret area of ​​the three major sects without telling anyone else.

At least the three major sects only knew about the existence of the mysterious and powerful being, but had no idea that she was among them.

And now, Su Yan saw her and recognized her.

Then I'm afraid there's no way he could be left alive.

The two of them had some old grudges, but as Du Xinghe's realm improved, his horizons broadened, and he seldom looked back. He treated his former senior brothers as if they were clowns. He couldn't forgive them, but he wouldn't even give them a glance either.

The same should be true today.

Hearing her words "No", Su Yan was startled and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Before he could react, a golden color covering the sky collided with Su Yan's sword light.

A huge wave of air rose up into the sky.

"puff!"

Su Yan was shocked, and fell to the ground like a mortal being hit hard, with blood oozing from his thin lips.

There were flashes of light on him that flickered on and off.

They are all life-saving treasures that I have accumulated over the years.

It was because of the good stuff that he was able to withstand the fatal blow from the Nascent Soul Swordsman.

To be able to cross the galaxy, there is naturally more than just one strike.

"why?"

he asks.

If she wanted to kill him, she would have done so long ago.

In the Immortal Alliance Competition, Shang Zhongqie had no intention of killing him... Just a moment ago, she had no intention of killing him either. Why?

Su Yan knew that there were many grievances between them. He had bullied her because she was alone and helpless, but they had been together on the Cliff of Inquiry for many years, and he had given her some small favors as a senior brother. He had also given her some snacks from mortals that he bought from the foot of the mountain. At the moment before his death, Su Yan was filled with resentment. He wanted to escape the gazes of others comparing him with Du Xinghe, so he fled to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts. However, he did not expect to meet her at the wrong time and die in her hands. The patience she left for him was not even as much as that she gave to Ming Zhi - yes, his fourth junior sister had always treated female cultivators much better than male cultivators.

Du Xinghe didn't answer him.

I didn't kill him before because I didn't want to.

If you think about it, just do it. Even if you ask me so many questions and answer me, can you let him die with a clear mind?

Did she have such a good relationship with him? Su Yan was not a cultivator for the first time. It was normal for cultivators from different sects to fight each other when they met in the secret realm. Why did he look so unjust and unwilling to die?

Du Xinghe was puzzled for a moment and felt that he had been too nice to him before and he needed to reflect on himself.

"Ok?"

Su Yan's blood flowed into the Earthly Evil Golden Vein, and a tiger roar was heard, and the air became increasingly sticky.

Du Xinghe was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

She accidentally activated the killing power of the White Tiger Gold Vein with the monk's blood.

While she was thinking, the golden threads condensed from deep in the earth's veins had enveloped her. The patterns formed by the golden threads under her feet faintly contained the true meaning of the Great Way of Slaughter...