From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

On the Qingxuan Mountain, Master Tan Meng transformed into a ten-foot-tall Dharma body, holding a huge demon dog in his hand.

There was no more blood dripping from the khaki head; only a penetrating wound announced the end of the demon king.

This demon king occupied the famous mountain for hundreds of years and bred many wolf cubs.

Although he himself does not have any prominent immortal bloodline, his golden elixir cultivation is enough to make his descendants far superior to ordinary beasts.

However, under the command of a Jindan Zhenjun of the same level, without the protection of the ancestor, he was nothing more than a fish on the chopping board.

When Master Tan Meng waved his hand, several streaks of light flashed among the numerous monsters.

In just a few breaths, all the little demons from the late foundation building stage to the middle Qi refining stage were killed.

It is certainly easy to clean up the mess like this.

After a moment, even the magic power that was almost exhausted during the stalemate with the Demon King was restored a little.

Then his mind began to flow, and a strong wind blew, gathering the flesh and blood of the monster into one place.

The wind is also used as a millstone to remove the evil spirits roughly.

A pool of monster's bone and blood essence gradually sank into the ground on the sunny hillside.

As the evil aura was completely cleared, pure white clouds rose from the Qingxuan Mountain, which was thousands of feet high.

The True Lord summoned rain to irrigate an area of ​​about one hundred acres.

As for the exotic flowers and plants, future disciples will be needed to fill them.

The True Lord clapped his hands and said: "This beast has occupied the famous mountain for a hundred years, causing this great spiritual vein to become polluted.

This was originally a place of great natural beauty, but it was ravaged by bloodthirsty demons.

The wolf cubs and grandchildren born are also unruly and cannot even be used as servants.

Now that the demon king has been eliminated, the mountain is naturally peaceful and quiet, making it a great place to practice Taoism.

There is a little bit of poison left, and leaving it to be used as a medicinal field is a great fortune."

The Qingxuan Sect has been silent for a long time, and it is difficult to restore its former glory relying solely on this small piece of fertile land.

Master Tan Meng also has other means at his disposal, and now is the time to use them.

After his magic power recovered a little, he raised his hand and threw out six formation flags.

Back then, Luomen Zhenren was famous for his formation skills. Even Chen Yu was amazed at the Six Life Pond he set up, which almost had the magical power to turn around life and death.

Zhenjun Tan Meng was reincarnated and learned some formation techniques again. With his golden elixir cultivation, he was able to set up a top-notch second-level formation.

The Qingxuan Mountains are now equivalent to a blank sheet of paper. Although there is a lack of relay when painting, there are also fewer constraints.

One thousand five hundred feet below the top of the mountain, it was once again shrouded in clouds and fog.

In the space, Chen Yu woke up from his momentary trance.

There were not many changes around, and the spiritual energy did not rise. Only hazy light and shadows flashed in the sky from time to time.

It’s just that there is an indescribable sense in the space, which seems to be a vitality, leading to an unknown realm.

Even the birds and beasts among them felt that their state of cultivation was three times better.

Chen Yu has been practicing till now, and as his spiritual awareness has grown stronger, it has become common for him to divide his mind into multiple tasks.

Such a dream-like feeling gave rise to a feeling of saturation in his soul.

Naturally, now was not the time to practice, so he left the space immediately.

Wang Chong went to a newly emerged small secret place to collect herbs and has not returned yet.

His cultivation level was in the middle stage of foundation building, not far from the late stage, so he didn't have to worry about getting into danger in such a place.

The only thing is that I can only roughly understand the formation, and it will probably take some time to figure it out.

In contrast, these little guys and Chen Yu felt like they had been separated for three years after not seeing each other for just one day.

When I was young, I only saw the Cangshan Mountains and the sea of ​​thunder, and I had no idea of ​​the breadth of the supernatural powers.

Now that my cultivation and knowledge have increased, I realize that the person living next door to my master is such a person.

A gift for meeting someone is the elves, a race that is rarely mentioned in historical records.

In addition to awe, I usually feel more contentment and surprise.

Although the gifts given by Chen Yu were precious, they were not enough to make them change their allegiance.

Cultivating immortality is also about cultivating one's nature. You can't recognize a master randomly. Besides, even if you recognize a random person, he may not necessarily accept you as your master.

Normally, Zhang Xuanji would practice in seclusion on the other side of the Tianjian Mountains.

Wang Zhiyi and Wang Zhili, brother and sister, were probably refining pills in the Dan Pavilion nearby. When they saw the demon bird on his back, they quickly dropped the alchemy furnace in their hands and pounced over to hold it in their palms.

If his cultivation state was not deep, Zhang Xuanji would send him a message to say hello.

However, Chen Yu did not see them in the market, and was too lazy to look for them. He was probably instigated by those little flower demons to go looking for monsters.

Zhang Xuanji has already established his foundation. In Leiyangze, where the Dragon Palace is closed and no one goes out, he is already considered an important figure.

He himself doesn't seem to have this awareness and is still hanging out with his fellow junior brothers and sisters.

On a stretch of water 70,000 miles south of Danhua Island, a young man and a young woman were fighting.

The two men looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with cultivation level in the middle stage of Qi Refining. However, the magic they cast was extremely ruthless, and every move was aimed at the vital points.

As the battle was in full swing, a dark shadow suddenly rose from beneath the lake.

The black shadow leaped up, and it turned out to be a fish monster that was over nine feet long, with the green scales on its head shining with a ferocious light.

The two men whose swords were intertwined had a cunning flash in their eyes, and then a wave far beyond the middle stage of Qi Refining rushed out from the tip of the sword.

Two sword beams pointed at the fish monster's eyes at the same time and rushed out with unstoppable force. The gushing monster blood instantly dyed a large area of ​​the lake red.

Zhang Xuanji dispersed the mist in front of him, and his tone was somewhat sarcastic:

"A small demon at the seventh level of Qi Refining, ambushed and killed by two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining, with a foundation-building cultivator watching from the side. This demon beast can be considered to have died a worthy death."

Having said that, Zhang Xuanji also knew that this was a good idea.

This fish monster is a spirit of the Aconitum, and is considered an alien species among the monsters.

If he really wanted to run, in the vast lake, even the combined efforts of several people at the ninth level of Qi Refining would find it difficult to catch up with him.

Perhaps it is precisely because of its amazing means of preserving its life that this monster is quite arrogant.

When he came across two monks fighting, he rushed forward and wanted to swallow them in one bite, but eventually ended up being buried by the flower demon.

If it weren't for the confirmation from the books in the sect and what he saw in the Dragon Palace, Zhang Xuanji would not have dared to believe that there was such a strange sect hidden next to the Thirteen Families of Xuanyu, which could improve its own cultivation by devouring the flesh and blood of the contracted flower demons.

Wang Zhiyi and Wang Zhili each summoned a flower demon and started to bite the fish demon floating on the water.

The little flower demon, who usually lay obediently on his master's shoulder, suddenly grew to two meters tall.

A big mouth that seemed both real and illusory opened and closed, swallowing the monster whole like a whirlwind.

The most precious forehead scales on the Aconitum carolinensis were carefully collected.

A total of thirty-six palm-sized blue-black scales are the secret behind its ability to swim so quickly in the water.

If you melt a few of them into a magic weapon during refining, the sensitivity of the weapon will be raised to a higher level.

A scale of the Aconitum carmichaelii at the seventh level of Qi Refining is worth at least ten spirit stones in the Danhua Market, and there is still a shortage of people buying it.

The two of them had no shortage of such magical weapons, but neither Wang Chonglin nor Chen Yu gave them too many low-level spiritual objects.