Taoist help me live forever

half a month later.

Moyafang City, Spring Breeze Tea House.

The teahouse is closed today, and it is said that it is reserved by a big man in the square city, and only invited monks can enter.

This kind of thing happened from time to time in Moyafang City, but it didn't attract much attention.

The unique rules of Moyafang City make the underground transactions here very rampant, even to the point of aboveboard.

Ordinary people will not explore the truth out of curiosity.

Unless you plan to never leave the market for the rest of your life, it is extremely easy to cause death.

This is also the reason why the real devil will place its stronghold in Fangshi.

At noon, the guests from the teahouse arrived one after another, and the one who was in charge of welcoming and inspecting the guests at the door was the sunny boy who received Leisurely that day.

He had a bright smile on his face and clear eyes, no one who saw him would associate him with Moxiu.

But he is indeed a demon cultivator and the apprentice of an old devil.

Liu Xing stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck and looked forward.

The figure that lingered in his memory like a nightmare did not appear, and he couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Could it be that the senior Zhenjun is not coming?
After waiting for a while, no one came in.

While complaining faintly, Liu Xing unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that these old monsters of the demonic way are moody and prone to breaking promises.

How can such a style of magic beat a famous sect like Xuanyangzong?

No wonder Xuanyangzong dispatched a team of killing demons to chase them down to death.

Liu Xing closed the door of the teahouse and retreated into the building.

A formation at the door flickered, and another prohibition symbol flashed, which was an internal and external warning.

……

Inside the tea house.

Many seemingly unremarkable guests surrounded the patio of the teahouse, each looking for a seat to sit down.

Except for the people in the same company, they basically sat at intervals, one person at a table, with a little defensive taste.

That day, the old man of magic way in Zhengqi Workshop walked up to the table of Mr. Storyteller in the teahouse, looked around, coughed twice and cleared his throat.

"Everyone should be familiar with the old man, so there is no need to say more about the rules. In the exchange meeting, the old man, as the representative of the True Demon Society, will act as a guarantee.

But before the exchange meeting today, let me introduce a senior to everyone. "

Liu Xing, who was standing in the corner as a waiter, suddenly felt uneasy when he heard the words.

He looked up, and saw a middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the high platform following his master's introduction.

The man was dressed in a green shirt, his temples were slightly frosted, and his expression was easy-going, just like an ordinary teacher, with a bit of pedantry in his elegance.

The man's face was unfamiliar, but it gave him a strange sense of familiarity and fear.

"When did he come in?"

Liu Xing's legs were trembling unconsciously.

This is the fear of the powerful, the awe of power.

In fact, Yu Xian didn't show any strength at this moment, but he had frightened himself.

On stage, Yu Xian no longer had the haughty attitude he had when he first came to Fangshi.

Instead, he stayed in Moyafang City for half a month, and unexpectedly found that the order of the city was exceptionally good, worthy of the nickname of Hepingfang City.

Those friars who are said to be doing all kinds of evil and viciousness outside have restrained their momentum here and played the role of a good gentleman.

Moya Sanren doesn't care whether the monks under his protection are good or bad, righteous monks or demonic monks.

Anyway, when you get to his territory, you have to obey the rules.

Therefore, the monks of the magic way, which are rarely seen in the outside world, seem to be ordinary here, and they are still living the lives of ordinary people.

The old woman who sells tea eggs on the street, the butcher with a pig knife on his desk, the bean curd Xishi who sells tofu on the street, the old beggar who sleeps on the street corner and plays with the world, and the famous actor who sings on the stage...

Others can't see their details, but under his Nascent Soul consciousness, there is almost nothing to hide.

High-level monks crush low-level monks in all aspects.

Generally, only combat power is compared, because combat power is the easiest standard to see.

Unless these monks are like him, they have cultivated the supernatural powers of the golden core through the auxiliary spell of restraining qi, so that they can hide themselves in front of Zhenjun Yuanying.

Most of the demon monks here are in the foundation-building realm, and there are very few monks who practice golden core and qi.

After all, magic skills pay attention to quick success. If you want to spend your whole life in the realm of Qi training, then practicing magic skills is useless.

But once he cultivated to a foundation-building cultivator, it was not easy for the demon cultivator to hide himself.

Because at this level, practicing magic skills is no small matter, and hundreds or thousands of people may be needed as sacrifices at every turn.

Naturally, it attracted the attention and pursuit of the orthodox sect.

Therefore, most of the foundation-building cultivators fled to the city of Moyafang.

However, the magic cultivators who can cultivate to the Golden Core state in the external environment are different. They have a set of practical hiding methods, and they will not be exposed until it is absolutely necessary.

Most of the behind-the-scenes driving forces like the magic disaster are the magic way golden pills.

Because they hide so well on weekdays, they are naturally hard to guard against when they activate.

Yu Xian has always paid attention to harmony and harmony, and after half a month of on-the-spot investigations, he put away his self-righteous, cool and tyrannical style of magic, and his demeanor became refined and easy-going.

But his approach was extremely domineering, a tyrannical storm of spiritual consciousness swept across the audience, unscrupulously showing the strength of Yuanying Zhenjun, and his tone was light.

"You can call me the Blood Demon Patriarch."

"My seat heard that the local Daoist Demon Elimination, we and other monks are like rats crossing the street, and can only live in the dark, I am really angry.

So this seat intends to give the local magic a little hope. "

All the monks remained silent, neither daring to agree nor objecting.

The senior is indeed a senior, and it is true that he can't beat him, but it is purely funny to say anything that gives hope to the devil.

Those present who are not used to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, or who are stupid enough to do magic cultivation in the righteous place, most of them still have no choice.

For people like them, even the kindness of the people around them has to be considered, let alone a strange senior.

Demon monks have always benefited themselves at the expense of others, and have never heard of a noble style of helping others.

Seeing this, Yu Xian couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

Sure enough, these guys are harder to fool than ordinary monks.

Or Datonghui's belief slogan is more attractive, directly hitting people's inner beauty, even if you don't believe it, but I always feel that there is no harm in trying.

But he didn't care whether they believed it or not.

What he has to do is to take the bait from the volunteers, and then make a few confessions, and the greed of people's hearts will automatically be sent to the door.

"I want to find someone with predestined relationship to bestow the Supreme Blood Dao. I came here today to find someone with predestined relationship."

As he said that, Yu Xian tossed it casually, and three blood-red jade talismans were suspended in the air.

"that whoever."

The old man of the True Demon Society stood up aggrieved.

"The junior is here."

"This order is handed over to you, and it will be considered as your reward for doing things for me these days. The remaining two spirit stones from the auction will be kept with you, and I will come to pick them up when I am free."

Yu Xian's figure slowly faded away on the stage, just like when he appeared.

"Those who have obtained the Blood Demon Order can find the way to be bestowed by this seat, and become the named disciple of this seat."

A faint voice echoed in the void.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Then there was the sound of slightly rapid breathing, and many fiery eyes stared at the three Blood Demon Tokens floating in midair.

Even though he knew that this thing was poison, the last words of the blood demon patriarch when he left were still infinitely attractive to everyone.

What is bestowed on the Dao, they do not believe in such benefits.

But they couldn't stand the temptation of named disciples.

A named disciple of a True Monarch of the Devil Dao, even a Jindan cultivator has to show face. With this level of status, they have a layer of amulets.

Even if Zhenjun mentions a few words, it may save decades of detours in future practice, and if you give some treasures casually, it will benefit you forever.

Only casual practitioners can understand the pain of not inheriting the master.

And what they paid, at most, was this life.

If you don't have the determination to put life and death aside, then you are still practicing the way of magic, and most of the magic cultivators are people who take the edge of the sword.

The old man was stunned, he never thought that Yu Xian's so-called auction would be an auction of three tokens.

I don't want any benefits for myself, how can there be such a magic cultivator?

No, this is because this is the magic cultivator.

Moxiu is originally a moody person who does not follow the usual path. The higher his cultivation level, the weirder his temperament.

And from the few words that the senior just said, it can be inferred that this person is not a local magic cultivator, but a foreign monk.

Of course, it may also be intentional confusion.

But he couldn't help but get excited.

This is a chance to get the guidance of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, even if he is already a Golden Core cultivator.

But it was precisely because of the Golden Core cultivator that he hoped that someone would guide him in the maze and see the direction of the road ahead.

Besides, there are three tokens.

Push someone out to try it out first, and then go on it yourself after seeing the benefits.

"Ahem, what the senior said, the old man dare not disobey, this first blood demon order, the old man will do his part."

The old man completely forgot the envy and hatred for Yu Xian when he first met.

As he said that, the old man reached out and grabbed a jade talisman and put it in his bag.

Then he said quickly:
"The remaining two Blood Demon Tokens are now up for auction. Has anyone bid?"

Everyone at the scene weighed the pros and cons, but no one responded for a while.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, the old man said in a very fast tone:

"Senior was invited by the old man, this token cannot be passed on, the old man paid [-] spirit stones to buy these two Blood Demon Tokens.

Has anyone raised the price? "

"Okay, if not, the old man announces the deal."

The old man went to grab the token again.

Whoosh!
A small flying sword cut through the air, almost cutting off the old man's entire palm.

"Old Demon Corpse, you are too greedy, but the senior said that the highest price of this token gets it, and you want to get it with [-] spirit stones?

I pay [-]! "

"Thirty thousand!"

"One hundred thousand!"

"20 million!"

……

Seeing the old man's enthusiasm, several Jindan monks in the teahouse became interested instead.

They don't have to use this token for themselves, but they can also use it for others. It's just a loss of hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

For a Jindan real person, this spirit stone is nothing.

In the end, the two tokens were auctioned separately and sold at 20 and 25 Lingshi.

A token of qualification for a secret realm in Fangshi can easily cost hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. In comparison, this price can be called the price of cabbage.

But just because he is the True Monarch of the Devil Dao, no one knows whether getting the token is a blessing or a curse, so the price will naturally not go up.

There are three blood demon Ling Zhuyu in front.

The rest of the exchange meeting was held as scheduled, but everyone was somewhat absent-minded, and the fluctuations of spiritual consciousness echoed in the air.

Obviously, many people couldn't wait to leave, so they connected in private.

But all this has nothing to do with leisure.

The bait is dropped, and the rest is for the willing to take the bait.

……

two months later.

A wild hill.

A savage-like young man in a fur vest swung out from the forest grabbing vines and landed lightly on the ground.

The smell of blood on his body was very strong, with a slight stench.

His name is Fei Yi, a foundation-building demon cultivator, and he pretends to be a savage just to hide the aura of his practice.

As a cultivator of the blood demon way, he has no chance to obtain a high-level magic skill such as the blood-transforming magic skill. What he is practicing is a low-level magic skill like the magic blood formula.

Therefore, the way of practicing is quite barbaric and primitive. After many years of practice, there is naturally a lingering bloody smell on his body.

It was too conspicuous for a monk like him to go to a normal city.

So he simply lived in the primitive jungle, drank blood on weekdays, and hid himself with the living habits of primitive savages.

Fei Yi took out a crystal blood-red jade talisman from his bosom, and murmured:

"If the Blood Demon Token is as it is said in the legend, then it should be my opportunity, Fei Yi."

Some time ago, a rumor spread among the group of monks of the magic way near the city of Moyafang.

It is said that a true king of the demonic way, Yu Fengchen, came here and saw that the demonic way was weak, so he gave three blood demon orders on a whim to recruit three disciples, pass on his skills and magic weapons, and revive the power of the demonic way.

Fei Yi originally thought that such rumors were too far away from him.

Unexpectedly, when he practiced kung fu in the tree hole one day, he saw two foundation cultivators fighting for something in the sky.

He lived in the mountains and forests for a long time, and he practiced the Blood Demon Dao technique, his aura had already changed, and he was no different from a wild beast.

The two were wary of each other, but they didn't notice him for a while.

Moreover, the strength of the two is equal, and they cannot attack each other for a long time.

Just when both of them were wounded, he suddenly rushed out from the forest, killing the two of them and taking the treasure from their hands.

And this treasure is the Blood Demon Token!

Fei Yi held up the Blood Demon Token.

I saw a flash of light flashing on the Gorefiend Token, and then flew out of his hand, imprinted on the void not far away.

Then the air was rippling, and a transparent door opened, as if a giant beast opened its mouth.

When it came to the last mile, Fei Yi didn't hesitate any longer, and when he jumped into the portal, he saw a big difference in the world.

There is still a sea of ​​blood hidden in this wild mountain.

As soon as he entered the portal, he fell into the sea of ​​blood. With his strength in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he couldn't survive in the sea of ​​blood. When he touched the water of the sea of ​​blood, it was as if he had fallen into volcanic lava. Bursts of stinging pain.

There is even a heavy force in the air. With his foundation building state, he can't fly, he can only sink down.

"Is it just a trap for the so-called True Monarch to teach the Dharma?"

Fei Yi's body was gradually covered by sea water, and he couldn't help feeling desperate.

He lived a life of a savage who drank blood, and practiced so hard for so long, but in the end it was all for nothing.

At this moment, the Blood Demon Token that opened the portal for him appeared.

When the Blood Demon Order landed on him, a blood-colored film formed all over his body, and the sea of ​​blood and sea water automatically avoided it all over his body, and a path was automatically formed in front of him.

Fei Yi revealed a look of surprise, and ran along the road.

I don't know how long it took.

Fei Yi's body was already numb, and when he felt hopeless again, he finally saw an island in the distance.

The island is dark red, full of blood-colored stones, not a little grass, full of wild and primitive atmosphere.

He moved his body and climbed up to the island little by little, but there was a fragrance of earth in his mouth and nose.

He raised his head, there was no island in the sea of ​​blood, and there was just an ordinary wild pear tree in front of him.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar stood under the tree.

The Confucian scholar picked a wild pear and was about to bite it, but when he saw it, he stopped and stretched out the pear in his hand.

"Do you want to eat?" (End of this chapter)