Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 958

Liu Qinghuan pointed at the door and said, "So you brought me here, sealed the cave door, and couldn't even pass on your spiritual knowledge. You didn't plan to let me out before preparing the elixir?"

Facing Liu Qinghuan's questioning, the old man in red smiled slightly, his expression was completely natural.

"Fellow Daoists should also know that the Qijue Magic Luck Pill is an extraordinary thing, and it is listed as a taboo in the entire world of cultivating immortals..."

Having said that, he blinked at Liu Qinghuan and showed a tacit smile.

Liu Qinghuan was expressionless, but a slight disgust appeared in her heart.

"If the news is leaked out, it may cause an uproar, so I have no choice but to do it, and I can only wrong the fellow daoist for a while."

Luck, or fate, fate, and aura, whether it is a small disease of a person, a city or a country, or the world, will rise and fall according to the luck.

However, the theory of luck is the most illusory, and no one can figure it out, but it really exists. Therefore, the Great Destiny Art ranks first in the Three Thousand Avenues, which is well-deserved.

The Qijue Magic Luck Pill has such a heaven-defying effect, and has a certain probability of changing luck. At the same time, it is listed as a taboo because of the extremely bloody and cruel refining process.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads. Even if Liu Qinghuan disagrees in his heart, he can't say it at this time, unless he doesn't want to walk out of this cave again.

Yi Ye probably didn't expect that what Qingtian Peak was going to refine was Qijue Demon Luck Pill, otherwise it would never be possible to borrow him.And now let alone spreading the news, he doesn't know when he will be free again.

Liu Qinghuan silently followed the red-clothed old man to the mountainside, and saw several other people.

……

Guangrou Realm, a fifth-rank small world, the entire interface is neither big nor small, with thousands of mortals and countless monks, there has never been a major war in the world of cultivating immortals, nor has there been any amazing major repairs. The world is one of those small, fringe interfaces that rarely attract outside attention.

"Don't get close to the battle scene. Never ask about evil things. When you enter the door, ask who survives. When you go to the hall, you must raise your voice..."

The sound of reading aloud came from the private school at the end of the village. Beside the rushing stream, several aunts and ladies were talking and laughing while doing laundry. Not far away was a field, and the men in the field were busy picking up the crops.

The small village is quiet and peaceful, filled with the ordinary happiness of ordinary people.

A white-bearded Taoist in green clothes and long gown passed by the road outside the village. Several naked boys ran out of the village chasing each other. When they saw him, they stopped curiously and a little bit timidly.

The white-bearded Taoist smiled lightly. His kind-hearted, fairy-like appearance made it hard to feel bad. He touched his bosom, took out a few candies, and shook them at the children.

……

In the huge underground cave, hundreds of mortals huddled together in fear, with fear and despair on their faces, all looking up at the cave ceiling in the darkness.

There, hung a huge furnace cauldron, from time to time there was a gushing sound coming from inside the cauldron, the black mist was transpiring, and the horrific aura suppressed the mortals below, only daring to sob in a low voice.

And under their feet, the streamer suddenly lit up, and the light filaments spread rapidly, and a huge formation emerged.

The exclamation suddenly rose, and the red-clothed old man sitting in front of the water mirror frowned and said impatiently: "Hurry up and start!"

A cultivator standing next to him was holding a formation plate in his hand, and his fingertips flashed with rays of light, and there was a loud buzzing sound in the water mirror, and black flames exploded.

"Ahhh!"

The mortals screamed again and again, thinking that they were going to be burned to death, but found that there was no pain coming, the flames were like nothingness, just looking terrible.

The turmoil gradually stopped, and the mortals didn't know why, and huddled closely with the people around them in fear, but they didn't realize that the center of their brows was gradually becoming dark.

Standing behind them, Liu Qinghuan turned her head a little impatiently, not looking at the situation in the water mirror.

……

The white-bearded Taoist walked through the clouds, and there was an endless dense jungle below, when he suddenly heard a beast's roar, which made the whole mountain tremble.

The Taoist looked down, and saw a few young monks chasing after the monster. The rays of magic spells littered the sky, and their gestures were full of vigor and vigor.

The Taoist plucked out his long beard, and his eyes showed satisfaction.

……

"Ow~!"

In the underground cave, powerful monsters crazily crashed into the cave wall, and the light curtain rising from the magic circle on the ground was knocked tottering.

The cultivator who controlled the magic circle couldn't hold it any longer, and growled, "Hurry up and do it!"

Hanging above the big cauldron in the air, Liu Qinghuan's expression was icy cold, one after another magic formula flew out quickly, and then heard the sound of rattling from inside the cauldron, and the fog chains flew downward like sharp arrows.

"Puff puff~"

Blood splashed everywhere, and the monster beasts who were struggling violently a moment ago became dying after a while. On the contrary, the fog chains inserted on their bodies were dyed bright red and became thicker.

……

Qingyunmen is the largest sect of cultivating immortals in the Guangrou world. It has been passed down for thousands of years, occupies the best spiritual veins, and has the most disciples.

Lingfengshanren is one of the only three great cultivators in the Guangrou world, and also the ancestor of Qingyunmen. At this time, he is practicing in seclusion in his own cave, with no external objects in his mind, and his body is still in the way of heaven.

The incense burner in the corner was filled with green smoke, and suddenly, as if disturbed by the wind, the rising smoke was slightly scattered.

However, the Lingfeng Mountain man was completely immersed in his cultivation, he didn't notice this, and he didn't know that someone had just visited his cave.

……

The screams echoed in the cave, and the monks rolled and screamed on the ground, but no matter how they struggled, their bodies quickly shriveled like empty water bags, and then a phantom was forcibly pulled out from the sky above their heads , and then sucked into the black mist above.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It seemed that the sound of the heartbeat was getting louder and louder. Gradually, the entire cave and the entire mountain seemed to tremble with the beating sound.

The red-clothed old man's face was full of excitement, and he shook his hands and said, "It's done! It's done!"

Several other people also cheered: "Hahaha, after so many failures, I finally passed another difficulty!"

Looking at the tragic situation in the water mirror ahead, Liu Qinghuan held back her true emotions and asked, "What are we going to do in the next stage?"

Several years have passed since they were imprisoned in this mountain and began to refine the Qijue Demon Luck Pill. However, until today, Liu Qinghuan has never seen the complete pill recipe. Only the red-clothed old man told them what to do at each stage.

The red-clothed old man laughed a few more times before he finally calmed down, and said: "The next level is the last one, which is of course the most difficult and the most critical one, but it's not like it is now. It can be accomplished by sacrificing a few people and a few monsters."

Liu Qing's heart sank: Over the years, in order to refine the Qijue Demon Luck Pill, Qingtian Peak has captured countless mortals, monsters, and monks and put them into the sacrificial formation. Every time they fail, countless lives will die here. Just how many people and how many monsters?

And he, in order not to reveal his identity, and for the safety of his own life, could only violate the usual code of conduct and become an accomplice.

The only thing that made him feel at ease was that apart from those innocent mortals, most of Qingtian Peak's arrests were Moxiu monsters.

Maybe it's because these few people have won the other party's trust over the years, the red-clothed old man finally stopped playing tricks this time: "Fellow Taoists have worked hard these years, and I think you are also tired of staying in this mountain. It can't be done in this mountain, we have to go to another place."

He showed a bloodthirsty smile: "If you want to refine the Qijue Demon Luck Pill, you need to donate the luck of all creatures in the world to truly refine it!"

(End of this chapter)