Practice a low-level profession until you become an immortal and call yourself an ancestor

Chapter 110 Zhang Ji’s Death

While Chu Changqing felt it was difficult to enter the sect, he also had some doubts in his heart.

Can't someone who is on the ninth level of Qi training, or in other words, the peak of Qi training, enter the sect and become a formal disciple?
So demanding?

He couldn't help but ask Zheng Xiangqiang: "Brother Zheng, if you say so, does the Falling Rain Sect only recruit foundation building masters?"

When Zheng Xiangqiang heard this, he had a bitter smile on his face: "How is that possible?"

"No matter how you describe the foundation building stage, you can still be regarded as the backbone of the cultivation world."

"If the Falling Rain Sect only accepts the foundation-building period, there will definitely be a gap between the disciples."

He hesitated for a moment and sighed:

"Hey, brother, I am also lucky. It is not easy to get to where I am today."

Regarding his own growth, Zheng Xiangqiang spoke in very general terms.

Anyway, I am probably very lucky, so I can reach the level of cultivation today. Otherwise, it may be difficult to reach the later stage of Qi training.

Then, he briefly explained to Chu Changqing the conditions for joining the outer sect of the Falling Rain Sect.

"Because brother, you have just entered the world of cultivation, so I will explain it in a little more detail, so that you can understand it."

Chu Changqing heard this and nodded happily: "Thank you, Brother Zheng, for the detailed explanation."

Zheng Xiang waved his hand forcefully, appearing to be more generous, but the essence was that apart from practicing, he usually managed the city, and no one talked to him at all.

Today, Chu Changqing, a person who has worked hard at the bottom, is in a similar situation to him, and speaks well, is actually very happy to have a few words with him.

Clearing his throat, Zheng Xiangqiang began to elaborate:
"Spiritual roots are divided into five systems, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. In addition to these, there are some mutated spiritual roots, such as ice, thunder, wind, etc."

"The mutant spiritual roots are very rare, but the power of the spell is generally a little more powerful than the normal five-series spiritual roots, about two to three percent. The two or three is an imaginary number, and it depends on the person who casts the spell."

"But the mutant spiritual roots are stronger than ordinary spiritual roots, which is the consensus of cultivation."

Chu Changqing nodded when he heard this, understanding what Zheng Xiangqiang meant.

After all, things are rare and valuable, and since he knows the Five Thunder Jue, he can also feel the slight difference in the power of fire and thunder.

Zheng Xiangqiang finished explaining the classification, and then explained the grade of spiritual roots to Chu Changqing.

"Ordinary spiritual roots are divided into lower, middle, upper, earth, and heaven from low to high, a total of five levels."

"For example, I have four spiritual roots. One hit and three hits. My overall potential is low-grade."

"Normally speaking, maybe the middle stage of Qi training or the seventh level of Qi training is my limit. To be able to reach this point is due to luck."

Zheng Xiang's words were concise and concise, and Chu Changqing understood them clearly.

It’s not particularly complicated and easy to understand, but there’s one thing he hasn’t figured out yet: “The more spiritual roots the better?”

Chu Changqing didn't know what spiritual root he had. At least what appeared on the panel was that he only had a single fire spiritual root.

Zheng Xiangqiang shook his head: "No."

"This thing is not absolute."

"Single spiritual roots have an absolute advantage in cultivation before golden elixirs. Because of multiple spiritual roots, each system of spiritual energy needs to be cultivated to a full state in order to break through."

"Correspondingly, in terms of combat, monks with multiple spiritual roots can basically crush monks of the same level, and even fighting across levels is not a problem."

"But this leapfrog refers to a small realm within the same big realm. If Qi training versus foundation building, foundation building monks will definitely be stronger."

Zheng Xiangqiang looked envious: "I don't know the further details, but because we monks, after all, we still speak with our realm."

"Even if you break through the foundation building, you can live an extra hundred years. If you break through the golden elixir, you can live another three hundred years."

"So single-grade spiritual roots are often more suitable for ordinary monks like us."

"The Luoyu Sect accepts disciples equally based on the comprehensive attributes of their talents. For example, a low-grade single spiritual root will be stronger in overall score than a one-hit or two-hit spiritual root."

Chu Changqing completely understood now.

Likewise, the Luoyu Sect’s criteria for accepting disciples were also clear.

It mainly accepts young, potential, easy-to-cultivate, and easy-to-brainwash disciples.

For someone like Zheng Xiangqiang, although his cultivation is not weak overall, he has been struggling in the world of cultivation for several years. In addition, his talent is low and there are opportunities. After being recruited, it is difficult to devote himself to the sect and do things wholeheartedly. Therefore, There is no inclusion.

Unless he can enter the foundation building stage, he can ignore some rules and enter directly.

Chu Changqing expressed his understanding of this.

After all, sects and casual cultivators think in different ways.

If a monk who has reached the late stage of Qi training is accepted, then over time, there will be an uneven shortage of resources.

Disciples recruited because of their abundant resources are very likely to betray them again.

Therefore, if you can accept young disciples with low cultivation level and high potential, you will not accept casual cultivators like Zheng Xiangqiang.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng, for clearing up the confusion." Chu Changqing thanked him.

Zheng Xiangqiang poured himself another sip of tea: "Thank you, even if I don't explain this to you, you will understand it soon."

Chu Changqing responded with a smile: "That's different. Time is money. Brother Zheng can explain it so concisely and cleanly, but it saves Chu a lot of time."

When Zheng Xiangqiang heard this, he burst into laughter: "Time is money, my brother is so funny!"

"Talented! To be able to say these words, you must have some experience."

"Hey, I think I entered the world of cultivation when I was ten years old. Looking back on the past, there really is nothing worth remembering."

Chu Changqing responded humbly, and the two started chatting about the world of cultivation again.

When Fang Zheng and Chu Changqing blasted the ground away with a sword.

Zhang Ji, the demonic monk who was originally overlooking the city from the high building of Qintian Prison in the capital, his face instantly darkened.

Someone touched his formation!

He was hiding so secretly that it would be impossible for him to be discovered except by the Array Master or the monks in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

who is it?

Could it be the guy who killed three of his disciples?

Immediately afterwards, under the formation, tens of thousands of evil ghosts were killed in an instant, and the black robe on Zhang Ji's body surged.

There seemed to be evil ghosts surrounding him, bursts of black energy drifted away, and they kept wailing.

who is it!

Who ruined my life?
Originally, due to his realm, although he was standing very high now, the people in the streets and alleys of the city did not notice him.

But because of his emotional ups and downs, the self-defeating Turtle Breathing Technique, and the shocking and eye-catching techniques of the Xiaoyao Sect, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Hey, who is that person? Why are he standing on the roof of Qintian Prison?"

"Are you crazy? This is the imperial city. When the law enforcement guards come later, he will be dead."

"How did he get up there?"

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The following discussions could no longer attract Zhang Ji.

Before he could think about it carefully, he was immediately shocked, as if there was a muffled thunder repeatedly vibrating in his mind.

The formations in other parts of Daxuan were also broken!
Moreover, all the evil ghosts that he had accumulated and nurtured for so long were all dead!

In an instant, they were all dead!
exposed.

It must have been exposed!

Without time to think so much, Zhang Ji jumped into the air, and a black cloud appeared under his feet, carrying him to escape.

The specifics of whether to leave Daxuan will be discussed separately.

Everything that happens now is too sudden, let’s avoid disaster first.

Damn!

Zhang Ji couldn't help cursing in his heart.

He has been planning for so many years. From the beginning with the attitude of giving it a try, to the completion of the formation, and then to joining politics and causing chaos in the world, there has been no problem.At this critical moment, just at the last moment, something like this happened!
Just when he was flying away from the clouds, his heart was shocked.

His favorite disciple, the one who was about to step into Foundation Establishment, was also dead!

This seemed to be a sign. After the death of the first disciple, all the disciples he brought died immediately within five breaths.

planted.

As a demon cultivator, Zhang Ji was able to make it all the way to the middle stage of foundation building. Not to mention being an all-powerful figure, he could be regarded as having waded through a sea of ​​blood.

He knew he was in trouble.

Originally, he had already flown out of the capital, but when he learned that his plan was completely exposed, he turned around and turned back.

At the same time, the black cloud under him began to spread outward. It was originally only the size of a millstone, but in the blink of an eye, it grew three times larger.

Immediately afterwards, all the black smoke turned into evil spirits.

All of them have terrifying faces and terrifying voices.

Zhang Ji planned to make a counterattack.

If you just run away, you will most likely end up in a barren mountain and a place with few human habitations. That is your own burial mound.

But when he entered the capital and faced tens of thousands of animals, the enemy that came was not strong. He might still have a chance to use his secret technique and sacrifice ten thousand souls to find a chance to escape.

But the reality was more cruel than he imagined.

As soon as Zhang Ji flew over the capital city wall, he felt a sharp sword intent enveloped him.

After Zhang Ji felt the aura that made his heart tremble, he looked towards the horizon like a frightened bird.

In the distance, a white shock flashed.

"He is really a member of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Fangzheng and slowly landed in front of Zhang Ji, surrounded by three spiritual swords.

Coming with him were two young men with stern faces.

One is at the peak of foundation building, one is in the late stage of foundation building, and one is in the middle stage of foundation building.

The weakest ones are all on the same level as Zhang Ji.

Seeing this, Zhang Ji's heart beat rapidly.

Damn! !
Is it really the Falling Rain Sect?
It doesn't make sense. If the other party knew his plan a long time ago, how could he let him arrange it for so many years.

He has never thought about the person who killed his disciple in the Luoyu Sect.

If the other party was from the Luoyu Sect, he would have taken action long ago. Otherwise, he would have killed tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of livestock in just a few days.

This is actually not a small loss for the Falling Rain Sect.

After all, among these hundreds of thousands of animals, there may be a few who can become disciples of the Falling Rain Sect.

Without any time to think about it, Zhang Ji turned around and left.

Even if he was besieged by three foundations, he still had the will to survive.

At the same time, hundreds of evil ghosts quickly appeared in the dark clouds under him, rushing toward the people in the capital with overwhelming murderous intent.

Using soul as the root, blood as the basis, and then using Xiaoyao Sect's secret escape method, Zhang Ji can escape as long as he can kill 500 humans and animals.

Fang Zhengyu, who stood lightly on the flying sword, chuckled: "People of the devil's way are just ridiculous."

"I just think that by taking shortcuts, I can make progress on the path to immortality."

"Now I can't even distinguish the most basic form."

"If you dare to fight to the death with me, maybe I will relent and let your soul enter reincarnation. Now, let's annihilate it together."

Fangzheng spoke in a leisurely manner, but with every word he spoke, the spiritual sword beside him began to tremble a little more.

After saying the last sentence, the three spiritual swords floating beside him shot out like white lightning, killing the ferocious evil spirits.

At the same time, Fang Zheng quickly made a seal with his hands, murmuring in his mouth, and a strong wind suddenly rose.

A strong wind formed in part, blowing away the black clouds that escaped from under Zhang Ji's seat.

Some parts turned into wind ropes, using invisible force to trap all Zhang Ji's limbs and neck.

Even though Zhang Ji tried his best, he could not escape.

"Are you the great elder of the outer sect of the Falling Rain Sect, Fang Zhengyu!?" Zhang Ji couldn't help but scream in panic.

Fang Zhengyu ignored Zhang Ji and just moved his fingers slightly to recall the spirit sword.

With his strength, it would be easy to kill the summon of a foundation-building monk whose foundation was basically unstable.

Hundreds of evil ghosts were wiped out in a snap.

Fang Zhengyu flew to Zhang Ji with his spiritual sword, looked at the skinny and shriveled man in front of him with a smile, and said, "What are your last words?"

Zhang Ji panicked and kept shouting: "Spare my life! I know a lot of secrets, please spare my life!"

Zhang Ji's words stopped suddenly, his eyes widened, and his pupils quickly became dull.

Between his eyebrows, there was a bloody hole as thick as a little finger.

Fang Zhengyu gently tapped Zhang Ji's corpse between the eyebrows, and the wind rope pulled out the soul from it.

He threw Zhang Ji's soul to the junior brothers who came with him: "Take the soul and go back and let Senior Brother Liu refine it and see what secrets can be found."

Then with a smile, he put Zhang Ji's body into the storage bag he specially used to store corpses: "It's ridiculous."

"You still shamelessly say that you know a lot of secrets. Do you think that our Luoyu Sect doesn't have the secret method of searching for souls?"

For casual practitioners who cannot enter the righteous sect, the exercises and techniques that can resolve contact are inherently short-sighted.

For the sake of the so-called great road, the demon cultivators who escaped into the demonic path only care about living like flies and dogs every day, hiding like mice and practicing secretly.

The understanding and understanding of many things are only superficial.

Facing monks whose cultivation and opinions are lower than your own, you may be able to show off your strength.

But compared to a veteran monk like him who has been immersed in the righteous path for nearly a hundred years, honed his skills, and read many classics, the gap between the two is too big.

Shaking his head, Fang Zheng and his two junior brothers said, "You can assist the junior brothers and sisters to clean up the territory of Daxuan."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

When the two were about to leave with their swords, Fang Zhengyu stopped them and handed them a mirror: "Take this, if you meet a disciple with acceptable spiritual roots, see if you are willing to cultivate as an immortal."

"If you are willing, take it back to the sect."

"Yes!"

Watching the two junior brothers leave, Fang Zhengyu felt a little disappointed.

He called his helpers and planned to fight in a group, but the enemy really only had a mid-stage foundation building stage.

He thought there was some conspiracy and ambush.

I still have a high opinion of Xiaoyao Sect.

But fortunately, it is rewarding.

Zhang Ji's corpse can be used as spiritual ink for making talismans by refining its essence and blood.

The crisis was over, and Fang Zheng and his expression looked a little curious.

Because he thought of Chu Changqing who reported the news to him.

How did this kid reach the seventh level of Qi training in the ordinary world?

　I recommend a book written by a friend who joined me in the industry: "I Don't Want to Be an Empress and Stepfather"

　　


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