Mortal: Fight monsters and upgrade, I will enjoy immortality!

After the exchange, both parties were extremely satisfied, and then they continued to communicate happily.

Ye Ming took this opportunity to ask Qing Yuanzi about the problems that he had not understood for some time. He asked Qing Yuanzi about the cultivation of skills, the research of formations, the refining of tools, the alchemy and the making of talismans.

Some of these problems were encountered during my own cultivation, and some were things I didn't understand when I was comprehending the golden and jade books obtained from Brother Skeleton's treasure.

The former was asked by the young man surnamed Weng from the Tianyun clan, and now he asked Qing Yuanzi about it, which could be regarded as a kind of mutual verification and to see if there could be any other inspiration from it.

The latter involves all aspects of the hundred arts of cultivating immortals.

Qing Yuanzi, who has been in the Mahayana stage for tens of thousands of years, has unique insights on both cultivation and various immortal cultivation techniques. The answers he gave made Ye Ming nod frequently and feel very satisfied.

In the next few days, Ye Ming basically stayed with Yuan Yao. The half-ghost bodies of her and Yan Li had only transformed a little bit at this time, and it would take a long time before they could fully recover their human bodies.

Although the two of them couldn't do much together, Ye Ming still accompanied her to various places, as a way to relax after practicing and to relieve their lovesickness.

After a brief reunion, Ye Ming hurriedly left the Styx, using the same method that Qing Yuanzi used to teleport him out.

Before leaving, Ye Ming thought about it again and again, but still did not give the True Unicorn Origin to Yuan Yao.

Because under normal circumstances, Yuan Yao can advance to the fusion stage without this thing, but the time has not come for Yanli yet. If this woman cannot advance in the future, it will not be too late to help her.

……

Above an endless primeval forest, a huge spirit boat of astonishing size flew past.

When passing by an unnamed mountain, the spirit boat suddenly paused.

Then a young man in white walked out of the cabin. After observing the surroundings for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This place is not too far from the Mayfly Clan, so let's go here."

Then he retracted the spirit boat, and in a flash, he arrived at the mountain below. He released a few puppets and began to open up a cave.

He himself began to set up various magic arrays and prohibitions around the mountain.

The young man in white was naturally Ye Ming. As soon as he left the Styx, he rushed in this direction. It took him two years to finally arrive near the Mayfly Clan.

Next, he planned to practice here for a period of time, and then return to the human race after the possible Xuantian Blood Sacrifice.

The Mayfly Clan is a magical clan in the Fengyuan Continent, so let them fight with the other big clans in the spiritual world.

Not long after, a thick white fog rose up for no reason, enveloping the entire mountain and the surrounding ten miles. It was pitch dark and no movement in the mountain could be seen anymore.

In the newly opened quiet room of the cave, Ye Ming sat cross-legged on a light yellow cushion.

With a flip of his wrist, a small silver bottle emerged. It was the bottle containing the Styx Milk.

Ye Ming smiled slightly. The magic milk given by Qing Yuanzi was enough for at least four or five people. He specially collected more materials. Sure enough, the other party was not stingy and gave him the extra magic milk.

Now that everything is ready, it's time to practice well.

After holding the small bottle in his hand and playing with it for a while, he unscrewed the cap and poured a mouthful of the magic milk into his mouth.

When the magical milk enters the mouth, a feeling of coolness and heat interweaves across the throat and enters the body.

After Ye Ming sensed it for a moment, he immediately activated the spell, wrapped the divine milk with his powerful and pure magic power, and began to slowly refine it. …

Spring goes and winter comes, time flies, and fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, in a valley that was heavily guarded and full of prohibitions, a dozen aliens with powerful auras were divided into two groups and stood in the air.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that these people were all powerful monks in the late stage of fusion, and they were all staring silently at a huge altar in the valley.

The altar was circular, with a diameter of about a hundred feet. It was made of an unknown dark stone and was carved with circles of intricate runes. These runes glowed dimly under weak light, as if they contained some ancient power.

At the edge, there were staggered steps that extended all the way to the ground. On these steps, there were also various strange patterns carved, some were ancient totems, some were mysterious symbols, they were intertwined together to form a huge and complex magic circle.

The altar was surrounded by nine sturdy stone pillars, each of which was carved with a ferocious animal head. Some of them were roaring with their mouths open, while others had their eyes wide open, adding a sense of horror and eeriness to the valley.

The stone pillars were connected by dark iron chains, which were also engraved with dense runes. They formed strange light curtains that surrounded the altar.

Outside the stone pillar is a huge deep lake covering an area of ​​dozens of acres. The lake water is blood red, and corpses of unknown spirit beasts or remains of alien corpses are floating in it. Some of them have an arm exposed, while others have half a head exposed. For a moment, it is unknown how many corpses are in it.

A strong smell of blood filled the air. It turned out to be a huge lake of blood!
The blood in the blood lake was directed to the altar by an unknown force, gathering into rivers of blood and eventually flowing into the center of the altar.

There, there was a deep groove, shaped like a blooming lotus, with various runes flashing around it, mysterious and weird.

An old man wearing a black cloak, with two short red horns on his head and a sinister face, glanced at the people around him, forced an ugly smile and said, "Brother Bu, it's almost time, can we start now?"

"No rush. Before holding the blood sacrifice ceremony, should we clarify the ownership of the treasure?" A middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous golden robe and with criss-cross lines on his face said lightly.

“Need I say more? If we can summon the Xuantian Void Sword, our two tribes will compete with each other based on our abilities, and whoever wins will get the treasure.” The red-horned old man said as a matter of course.

"Humph, my Mayfly tribe suffered heavy casualties in this blood sacrifice, and we also wiped out two nearby small tribes. In addition, a large number of wild ancient beasts here were also killed by our warriors. You, the Horned Chi tribe, have done nothing, but you want to come and snatch the fruits of victory. Is there such a thing in the world? In this spiritual world, others are afraid of you, the Horned Chi tribe, but I, the Mayfly tribe, am not afraid." The middle-aged man in the golden robe said sarcastically.

After hearing this, the old man with red horns said calmly, "Hey, you can't say that. The Xuantian Void Sword that appeared this time is a treasure that contains the laws of space. In addition, it may be spiritual or for some other reason, which makes divination difficult. Many people in the various tribes in the spirit world want to divine its whereabouts, but there is no accurate location. If it weren't for the high priest of our tribe who paid the price of burning his life potential, it would be impossible to know that it is in this area. Isn't this considered a contribution?"

"Hmph, he's just a high priest. How can he be compared with the lives of tens of millions of people in my tribe!" A beautiful woman in the crowd snorted angrily.

“No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants. The high priest who has the ability to divine the treasure of Xuantian is far more important than them.” On the other side, a short-horned young man immediately retorted.

"My fellow Jiaochi people, you must understand that this is our Mayfly tribe's home ground..."

"So what if we're at home? Our Jiaochi army has already been fully equipped and is ready to cross the continent at any time..."

"How dare you threaten us!"

The dozen or so people present started arguing with each other.

……

But after a lot of noise, they decided to have a competition to see who would win based on their strength. However, the competition rules were only favorable to the Mayfly Clan.

"Okay, now the rules are set. We can start now." The old man who led the Jiaochi tribe said with an unhappy look on his face.

"Hehe, you don't need to remind me, I naturally know what to do." The middle-aged man in the golden robe laughed, then stepped out of the crowd and flashed to the sky above the altar.

(End of this chapter)