Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Gorgeous flower buds, old and ancient trees, Gongyilin and his party dare not be careless. It is easy for them to swallow the life of a monk who can survive here.

Bian Feichen said after moving a thousand kilometers in a small range, "It's not an option to go on like this."

Although he has a predestined relationship with the Holy Land, it is not wise to spend too much time. The Immortal Puppet is in their hands, and there are probably pursuers at this time.It may be a bit courageous to only intercept and kill in the undead mountain. Once they enter the holy land of the undead, those chasing soldiers will never dare to step in.

"Which direction do you like?" Gong Yilin glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said calmly.

"Direction?" Bian Feichen murmured and repeated, looking up at the sky, "East."

"Oh?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Bian Feichen's mouth, "There is the direction of the sunrise."

Thousands of golden lights, dazzling flames, like the brilliance of a saint.

"what about you?"

Not only did he ask Gongyilin, but he included both the fairy puppet and the little bird in one sentence. He looked at everything with equal eyes, and even the fairy puppet felt like being treated as a partner for a moment. The monks who can't reach Xiandu will not speak, but this time is an exception: "There is no difference in direction in the formation. Wherever you stand, there is the direction."

The little bird didn't answer, Bian Feichen cast his eyes on Gong Yilin.

"Am I..." Gong Yilin was silent for a while, and said, "I like the south."

The little bird secretly glanced at him, ghost cultivators generally like the west, dark and cold places, but he actually likes the warm south like spring.

Bian Feichen was also surprised by this answer, "Why?"

"Namo Amitabha," Gong Yilin's eyes twitched slightly, with a touch of peach blossom beauty for no reason, "Buddha won't let me go."

Bian Feichen couldn't help laughing, and there was a smile in the little bird's black beans eyes.

An interesting answer, but the truth and falsehood in the words are not so important.

With a tacit understanding, they changed the direction of walking to the east. At this time, the sky was full of rays of light, and they turned their backs to the direction of the sunset and walked all the way.

The sun rises in the east, and the east can be a pilgrimage, and the holy land of the undead is on a mountain in the east.

You can't enter unless you are destined.

Just as they speculated, heading east all the way, they stepped into the enchantment of the undead holy land.

Compared with the breath of death in the Undead Mountain, the breath of death in the Holy Land is so strong that once a person with a weak heart steps in, he will go mad at the slightest, and even be possessed by a demon.

"The first test is really cheap for us." Gongyilin pointed at Bian Feichen, "Death is out of love," and pointed at Immortal Puppet, "I didn't have any intentions at all."

He finally looked at the little bird on his shoulder. The Taoist heart of the Kunpeng clan is the heart to kill, "The heart is as hard as iron."

As for himself, he belongs to the ghost cultivator lineage, his heart hardly beats, and his vitality is cut off.

"Test?" Bian Feichen frowned.

"The Immortal Holy Land is a test from the moment it enters. After all, this is the place where the inheritance of the undead saints is stored."

Seeing his frown deepened, Gongyilin smiled and said: "Don't worry, as long as you pass the first two levels, even if you don't pass the last level, you won't be obliterated by the Holy Land." He looked straight ahead with a thin layer of mist, "Phoenix It’s good to live here.”

"The first level is to test the mind, what is the second level?"

"No need to test, just resist the erosion of dead energy for three days."

Hearing this, the Immortal Puppet couldn't help but look at Gongyilin, and Bian Feichen said enviously, "The inheritance of the Holy Land seems to exist just for you."

Without him, the first two items of Gongyilin simply had the upper hand.

As far as ghost cultivators are concerned, not only can these dead energy not corrode him, but it is helpful to practice.

Bian Feichen fought on the battlefield in the past, and when his meridians were cut off, life and death were on the line, there was a trace of death in his body, as long as he handled it carefully, it would not be difficult to resist it for three days.

Kunpeng's fighting strength is beyond the charts, and the strength of the monster body is far superior to that of the Phoenix, so there is no need to worry about it.The only one who has concerns is the fairy puppet, the death energy here has a erosive effect on its body.

The little bird flew out from Gongyilin's shoulder at some point, and stopped in the mid-air in front of it. The feathers on the snow-white wings stood up one by one, and the small tail was gone. There are seven beautiful butterflies flying from here, they stop in seven different directions, and vibrate regularly with their wings as thin as onion wings.

In a trance, there seemed to be a high platform rising from the ground, but upon closer inspection, it returned to nothingness. Seven butterflies surrounded the fairy puppet. The few meters under the fairy puppet's feet showed golden brilliance, and there were strange patterns inside.

"Move the magic circle?" They were all shocked by this move.

Gong Yilin raised his head and sighed: "You are so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"

It is really unreasonable that such a powerful existence has not ascended to the immortal.

"The purpose of our trip is to look for the plane tree." Bian Feichen recovered from the shock, and analyzed: "The Holy Land of Immortality occupies an entire mountain, I wonder where the Phoenix will build its nest?"

"The phoenix does not drink unless it is a sweet spring. If you find the clearest and sweetest spring water in this mountain, the phoenix's lair must be near it."

When he said this, his eyes kept looking at the fairy puppet. This is his real intention to take away the fairy puppet. Part of the clay made into the fairy puppet comes from the black mud of the undead mountain. Only the fairy puppet can feel the holy land of immortality. Find the Liquan.

Hearing that Kunpeng had turned into his original form without showing any traces, he had to look at Gongyilin. This person could be said to be calculating every step of the way. People who have a relationship with the Holy Land, immortal puppets who feel the existence of earth veins, and the fighting power of the Kunpeng clan, did not know for a while. It was planned from the beginning to want sycamore wood on the spur of the moment.

Very scheming.This is his evaluation of Gong Yilin, usually this kind of person should not be friends with much.

But it is not annoying, everything has its own bottom line, and Kunpeng's sharp eyes have doubts, which quickly flashed by.

The fairy puppet's eyes barely moved, it stood in place, closed its five senses, and concentrated on sensing the ground under its feet.

"There are two springs, one about five miles southeast and one in the northwest."

Two very different directions.

"Go to the northwest." Gongyilin immediately made a decision, "There is the inheritance of the undead saints in the east, and Phoenix will not be stupid enough to approach."

Going to the northwest, the dead air is much weaker than before, and there are more types of plants surviving.

"It seems that we did not go wrong," Bian Feichen felt relieved, "Speaking of which, what is the last test of inheritance?"

Gong Yilin shook his head, "I don't know, after all, the person who got the inheritance in the legend is either crazy or dead."

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly stopped, "It should be not far ahead.

The humidity in the air is less and less, full of dry heat.

"We must find a way to steal the sycamore tree without Fenghuang not paying attention," Bian Feichen said, "If it is because of the sycamore tree and the Fenghuang clan, it will not be worth the loss."

"Ahem," Gongyilin said with a heartbroken expression, "Forget what I told you, the love tribulation is terrible."

Bian Feichen, "You mean the estrus period?"

Gong Yilin waved his hand, "Don't worry about the details."

"No matter how powerful the phoenix is, it will be very difficult for the offspring to survive if it has been eroded by death for a long time, but if it can be combined with other divine beasts, the probability will be greatly increased."

Bian Feichen, "You mean, Long."

This is even more difficult. Where can I find a giant dragon who is interested in the phoenix and is just in estrus, and the dragon clan is greedy for money, while the phoenix is ​​noble and pure, and the two clans have always been at odds.

Gongyilin grieved and said, "It's far away in the sky and it's close in front of us."

The fairy puppet on the side said coldly, "Don't you think you have dragon blood in your body?"

"I have lived until now, and I have my own cards to save my life."

All eyes were on him for a moment, could it be that this person really has dragon blood?It's not impossible, the dragon sex is YIN, and they often don't worry about racial intercourse, and the fire dragon horse is the representative of the birth after intercourse.If Gongyilin really has dragon blood, this matter would be easy to handle.

"Help me break up the sound." Gong Yilin walked to an open place.

Kunpeng understood, nodded, indicating that it was okay.

I saw Gongyilin raised his head, revealing his graceful neck, and a loud and clear whistle resounded through the sky, thunderous and thunderous, and clouds and smoke billowing.

"It's really a dragon?" Bian Feichen's pupils dilated, "No, I always feel that there is something different."

This whistling sound was like scattered snow, like rain and hail.

The Huolong horse, who was leisurely a hundred miles away, suddenly had weak legs. The giant dragon turned out to be Long Xiao, the giant dragon courting for a mate!

No, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the fire dragon horse, and the sound of the dragon's roar did not bring any oppression to its blood.

In the Holy Land of Immortality, Gongyilin cleared his throat, turned his head to face a few surprised eyes, and smiled shyly, "I failed to practice in the past, but some wicked people have suffered at my hands..." Facing suspicious eyes, he said frankly : "It can only be said that they are not strong enough to be fooled. Some of these enemies are far more advanced than me, so I hide in the mountains and forests, study carefully, and practice hard for three years."

"The emperor paid off, I finally practiced into Long Xiao."

When enemies come, with a clear whistle, countless enemies can be repelled.