Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

420 The time has come
Hundreds of miles away, Cao Wei tore Nangong Ping into two halves without changing his expression. Then Jumang's green golden wings shook, and his figure suddenly disappeared, dodging a water-gang divine thunder mixed with evil aura.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared next to a turtle. His right arm, which had swelled several times, was glowing with golden light. He directly blasted the monster and turned it into a pool of blood, which fell into the sea of ​​​​netherworld below.

However, a pillar of blood suddenly rose from the sea and transformed into the graceful Nangong Ping. She chuckled and said, "You are such a heartless man. You are so harsh, but you really don't miss the old feelings at all!"

"I understand you best, fellow Taoist Nangong. Are you still yourself?" Cao Wei responded casually, and then with a thought in his mind, his magic burst out and turned into a shield, blocking the fist-like drops falling from the sky. size of magma.

In his mind, there are more than ten Yue Yueshu in the sky, working together to perform the art of heavenly fire.

With a thought in his mind, Cao Wei used the divine attack technique in the method of "Gathering Medicine and Returning it to the Pot". In an instant, dozens of invisible red soul needles pierced into the flesh of dozens of golden elixir monks of all races around him. In the sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a loud bang.

Together with those of Yue Yanshu and Nangong Ping, the golden elixir bodies of various races exploded and turned into a rain of blood that poured down in the sky.

Cao Wei used his magical power to condense the umbrella, holding the handle of the umbrella, and drops of blood fell on the umbrella.

In mid-air, he held an umbrella and looked into the distance with an indifferent expression.

I saw Baiyun with a calm expression and slapped an old man's Tianling Cap that looked like a mummy to pieces. Just like other Asuras, he turned into blood and returned to the sea.

Then, his body was like smoke, and he escaped from the encirclement of ten or twenty golden elixir monks from various races in the blink of an eye.

The next moment they were together, standing side by side under the umbrella.

"Brother Cao, this young monk has committed the murderous sin again. What a sin!" Bai Yun said with his hands clasped together.

"You've also violated the precept of lying, how can these guys who are just showing off their appearance get you?" Cao Wei said in a calm tone.

Although the cultivation of these asuras is exactly the same as in life, they are not themselves after all, and they cannot fully control their own power. They are as rough as Qi Refining monks, as if their cultivation was obtained out of thin air.

Which of these real people who can practice to the golden elixir stage has not started polishing their physical bodies, absorbing spirits and refining their qi since they were young?

He can freely control every muscle, every bone and even every meridian of his body, thus exerting his greatest strength.

But the most important thing is that they have a strong heart that has been tempered for many years. They can control their own desires and endure the hardships of time!

Don't look at Cao Wei and Bai Yun, who seem to be lustful, but in the past 300 years, they have spent most of their time on cultivation, and they have a steady supply of cultivation resources, which is available all the time. Not making progress.

As for the so-called cultivation of various arts and other skills, or the romance, they are just used to entertain the emptiness in the heart, and there is a certain amount of relaxation.

Cao Wei was not too clear about the specific situation of Bai Yun.

However, since he joined the Qingxia Sect in the later stages of Qi Refining, he has had a clear plan for every step he takes.

Before building the foundation, he practiced hard in the cave in Niujiao Mountain without taking a single step.

In the two or three years after foundation building, he chose to give it a try, show his potential in alchemy, and improve his own value. Only then did he reach the late stage of foundation building as quickly as possible.

Then, after returning from several years of training in the Western Regions, he resigned from his position as deputy head of the Alchemy Palace and stayed in seclusion for ten or twenty years.

During this period, he married a wife and had children, which was nothing more than a gesture of integrating into the sect.

As for the nearly 60 years after the formation of the pill, apart from one wife and one concubine, Cao Wei only had Youyun, Liu Yan, Zuo Yunzhi, and Gongsun Chu. At most, he stopped by Nangong when going to Hehuan Sect. Ping.

It seems that he has many beauties, but among the group of Jindan monks, he is considered to be a minority who is pure and self-respecting.

After all, among the tens of millions of mortals and tens of thousands of monks in the vast southern border, there are only a few hundred Golden Core monks, who are truly heavenly beings.

Power, wealth and even beauty in the world are all within easy reach for them.

Some Jindan monks raised more than 3000 prostitutes and dancers in their homes. Not to mention a wine pond and a forest of meat, it was just ordinary.

Once monks enjoy luxury and enjoyment, secular emperors or aristocratic families would not even think of it.

After listening to Cao Wei's question, Bai Yun chuckled: "Although there is nothing we can do, we can kill them endlessly. Every time these strange creatures fall and are resurrected from the sea of ​​blood, their strength will become stronger. I don't know the limit. where?"

Within a few breaths, the two of them were surrounded by fifty or sixty asuras.

In the distance, dozens of Jindan monks who entered the temple, including Zhu Jin, killed the Asuras around them, broke free from their restraints, and galloped towards the Xuanling Blood hanging high in the sky.

However, as soon as they got closer, the Asuras who had originally recovered from the sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared near Xuan Lingxue.

Wen Zhen, who had been dead for a long time, was flying above Zhu Jin's head at this moment. With a flick of his sleeves, a small mountain-shaped magic weapon flew out and suddenly turned into a mountain covered with runes. It seemed to be suppressed in an instant. Down.

Zhu Jin, who had been prepared for a long time, grew in size and transformed into a red-eyed silver-tusked wild boar more than thirty feet tall. He arched his nose and hit the mountain head-on, knocking the mountain away.

It shook its head, opened its mouth and spewed out black mist that filled the sky. Dozens of ghost figures appeared and fell into place, forming a large formation, bursting out bursts of evil wind, and the great evil energy swept away all its living enemies in one roll. Coerced into it.

But at this moment, a black-red light brought out a long tail light, and it arrived in an instant, and a bone-deep wound was made in Zhu Jin's abdomen. The flesh and blood rolled around and blood gushed out.

"Wuxia, do you want to die?" Zhu Jin shouted.

As he spoke, a layer of dim light emerged from his body, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a thin shadow over a hundred feet tall.

"It turns out to be the Dharma. No wonder Taoist friend Zhu Jin is so rough-skinned and thick-bodied!" A black water snake chuckled in the distance, and black clouds surged around it before fleeing into the distance.

Seeing this, Bai Yun glanced at the people around him, and asked slowly through his spiritual voice: "Brother Cao, isn't he excited? That's a drop of Xuanling blood that can create a Fusion Stage person!"

"It's not time yet!" Cao Wei said calmly.

In his reminder, the three drops of so-called Xuanling blood were exactly like the Son of Blood God parasitic on Bingzheng.

"When will it be? Brother Cao, this is not like you. Is there anything wrong?" Bai Yun asked slowly. "Do you think we can see anything with our eyesight?" Cao Wei flipped his hands and used the Withered Rong Seal. The withered Rong Qi swept away in all directions, turning into bursts of gray light, blocking the incoming attacks. Asuras.

As he spoke, he casually let go of the umbrella and blended the mana into the aura of glory.

"Although I can't see anything, human nature in this world has always been like this, and it's generally not bad. Those powerful people may not be the kind of gods who don't eat the fireworks of the world. As long as they take action, they must ask for something. There is not a single spiritual stone in this world. It can be white!" Bai Yun chuckled.

"Not to mention a spiritual stone, not even a copper coin." Cao Wei nodded and said.

"So, do you want to give it a try? Although there are nine out of ten hidden dangers in Xuanling blood, it would not be bad if we could get on the line with a powerful person! We are all little people, and these powerful people carry us with us when we walk. The wind is enough for us to enjoy endlessly. If we can let it carry us for a while, we may not be able to reach the sky one day." Bai Yun said.

"Fell into the mud?" Cao Wei asked.

"It's better than being trapped in the Lower Mysterious Realm and dying of old age, right? It's not difficult for you and me as Yuanying, but it's hard to say how to transform into a spirit. If we miss this village, we might not have this shop. Brother Cao, your situation is more difficult than mine, Jumang The benefits brought by bloodline are far less than the hidden dangers." Bai Yun said leisurely.

Hearing this, Cao Wei was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Bai Yun.

The two looked at each other and nodded lightly.

At this moment, dozens of figures rushed in from outside the hall.

"These guys are indeed here. Are Brother Cao waiting for them to enter? I actually feel a little unhappy about those guys, but they all look extremely difficult, especially your son." Bai Yun chuckled.

"A tiger father has no dog sons." Cao Wei said with a smile.

"It seems you like it very much!" Bai Yun looked at Ao Cang, who was standing on the head of the black dragon, wearing silver armor and red robes, looking very majestic.

"It's hard to say whether you like it or not. But the teachings of the dragon monks on Dragon Island are indeed good. There are many resources available for mana cultivation, but this temperament must be cultivated slowly. In this regard, Cang'er is very good!" Cao Wei said slowly. said.

But this sentence was not transmitted through his spiritual thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Ao Cang followed the sound. The father and son looked at each other and smiled.

"Father, aren't you going to fight for the Xuanling blood? This kind of opportunity is rare!" Ao Cang asked through a message.

"It seems that the deity-incarnation venerables of all races have known about this matter in advance?" Cao Wei asked.

"The monk who transforms into gods cannot be called a venerable. The blood god is, and we should be like this! Father, there are three drops of Xuanling blood now, so you and I don't have to fight. It doesn't sound good to talk about a father and son fighting each other, right? "Ao Cang said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, the direct disciples who came with it all paid attention.

Except for Situ Yao and Jin Zhibai, the eyes of the other cultivators of the God Transformation all showed a hint of confusion.

After all, what they learned from their masters or elders in the god-transformation stage was that the blood sacrifice ritual required the ancient blood of the officials of the Five Elements of the Wilderness to enter before it could be opened.

Originally, they subconsciously felt that they needed the flesh and blood soul of Cao Wei, a Qingyang monk with Jumang bloodline, as a sacrifice, but now he is alive and well.

But then I thought about it, the Blood Oracle did not clarify this point, it just said that you need to be in the Four Seas Temple, and the previous ones were just their misunderstandings.

Hearing Ao Cang give him a special nod, Cao Wei couldn't help but chuckle: "You are really cautious, you have a fatherly demeanor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure skyrocketed from three to four feet tall to seven or eight feet tall, and he suddenly transformed into a human-like figure with a tiger body, and a shadow slowly appeared behind him.

Seeing this, the direct disciples of Transformation God present frowned slightly. After all, not all of them had mastered this magical power.

Although what Cao Wei is currently displaying is just some superficial knowledge of Fa Tian Xiang Di, it is extremely difficult and far from being something that can be built just by relying on resources.

"Thank you for the compliment, father. I'm so ashamed of myself! What about fellow Taoist Baiyun? People who can travel with my father have known each other for hundreds of years. I think they won't be far behind, right?" Ao Cang smiled and nodded. Head down.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yun sighed and said slowly: "Brother Cao, you really gave birth to a good son, but it is really troublesome. Otherwise, why do you say that all the women here have debts from previous lives? You might as well Like me, when doing things, you refine your essence first, so you won't leave such hidden dangers."

After saying this, he clasped his hands together, and a ghostly figure with a green face and fangs suddenly appeared behind him.

Suddenly, this shadow transformed into three heads and six arms, with a plain face, one crying face, and one smiling face. Among the six arms, some were holding dharma seals, some were holding Ruyi, some were gently twisting rosary beads, and some were holding lotus flowers and holding a demon-subduing pestle.

It's just that most of these artifacts are condensed by magic power and are not real objects.

However, only one lotus flower floated out, and as the glow fell, the Asuras that rushed up turned into wisps of blue smoke, like phantoms.

"Prince Fudo Ming! In the past, your sect transformed Senior Kong into a god. He used this method to traverse the Xuan Realm, and he was instantly famous!" Ao Cang exclaimed in admiration.

"It's just a matter of the past, nothing to boast about. The sect's former glory is now just a burden!" Bai Yun clasped his hands together, his eyes showing compassion.

Seeing this, Cao Wei, who was beside him, actually felt a peaceful aura from the other party that only eminent monks could have, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"What, Brother Cao, do you think the young monk is very strange?" Bai Yun said with a smile.

"It's rare to see someone like you, so it's not surprising!" Cao Wei chuckled.

"Brother Cao, there is no need to hide your clumsiness anymore. I'm afraid your strength is much more than this. If you don't take action with all your strength in this situation, I'm afraid there will be no chance." Baiyun said calmly.

"I'm not as good as you in the way of Dharma! If you use it with all your strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to control it freely! But seeing you like this, I have gained something, and I can still give it a try." Cao Wei said with a smile.

After saying that, there were bulges of flesh on the left and right sides of his neck. As the flesh swelled and burst, a head as muscular as a baby suddenly appeared, while on the other side was a withered head shaped like a skeleton.

And suddenly two bloody arms appeared under the armpits.

I saw the bloody hand reaching towards a place where there was nothing in front of me, grabbing a translucent black shadow, and then, in a blink of an eye, it was squeezed into a ball of extremely pure dark energy. .

"The Ming Swallowing Clan?" Cao Wei's spiritual thoughts scanned the four directions, and finally landed on the prime minister's willow, and then said slowly: "Fellow Taoist Prime Minister, please don't take out the slaves, right?"

(End of this chapter)