Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 374 Mutation
Master Sanhei's face changed. Does this little traitor dislike his stinky body? She gritted her teeth angrily.

"I'm an old woman who's about to die. I don't need anyone to take care of her."

Zhenlan shook her head and continued to pinch her nose.

"Master, you will definitely be able to cultivate the golden elixir and live up to half a thousand years. Why don't you need anyone to serve you?"

Master Sanhei covered her nose when she saw her release. She was already so angry that the Three Corpse Gods were furious. She snorted coldly.

"Zhenlan, Zhenlan, do you know."

"Your fellow Foundation Establishment Senior Sisters in previous sessions were also very talented and intelligent people. Your transfer of treasures and drawing of talismans to drive horses are all bad tricks."

"With all your methods, you can't even rank among the top three!"

"No matter how many tricks you use, it's just death."

Zhenlan's whole body was shocked, and she suddenly turned around and ran away.

Shi Yiwen and Ma Fu both vomited. The donkey's escape speed increased significantly this time, and it was already as fast as the foundation-building monk's escape.

This is probably a first-rate concubine.

Master Sanhei seems to be practicing some evil method with her disciples. This time she is not escorting the disciples through the Demon Kingdom, but escorting them to the Western Heaven.

He didn't know what the relationship was between this person and Master Zhenmei. He just saw that she could easily control the mechanical donkey and was neither humble nor arrogant in the face of Zhenzhu Zhenlan, so she seemed not to be trifled with.

She squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, used a secret method to sense it, and sneered into the distance.

In the wilderness, Lu Ye suddenly shouted softly, and the donkey's hooves immediately kicked straight, pulling out several deep trenches in the ground and stopping in place.

"I'll do a good deed for my master and send you to reunite with him!"

Ma Fu has been hanging around the bottom of society all year round, and has a very sharp eye. He saw Ji Buyu holding his arm around the slim waist of Master Zhenmei in front of him, making intimate gestures, but Master Tai didn't react at all.

Master Sanhei took one step forward, ascended to the sky, and galloped away.

No matter how stupid Shi Yiwen and Ma Fu were, after listening to Zhenlan's sarcastic words before, and the fact that Master Sanhei had a bad legend, they could now roughly guess what was going on.

And these casual cultivators are just cannon fodder. They are even willing to kill their own disciples, so what does it matter if they kill some outsiders and rogue cultivators?
Seeing Lu Ye's serious words, Shi Yiwen untied the rope silently, went down to the ground and bowed deeply, thanking Brother Ji for the ride, and asked Brother Ji to take care of himself.

In this vast demon country, the Three Black Masters will not specifically hunt down a small character who is a casual cultivator, but there are many demon kings around. If a fool like Shi Yiwen is running around, he may not be where the demon king's big iron is tonight. It's simmering in the pot.

It's pretty good to be able to carry him all this way, but don't be dissatisfied.

Master Sanhei carefully picked it up and put it around his neck, finally forming nine skulls.

"Wow……"

But Ma Fu was different. He knelt down and hugged the donkey's leg, begging for mercy - Brother Ji, please take your little brother with you.

A cheerful smile appeared on the wrinkled face. After all the arrangements, hundreds of years of hard work, and hard work in cultivating generations of Dan disciples, there was only one last step left to complete.

Master Sanhei stretched out his hand and struck at her - after taking so many of my elixirs, it’s time to return them!

"What kind of husband are you looking for? A casual cultivator in the world of immortality is like an ant, and his life is as thin as paper. He is probably dead long ago."

Zhenlan ran forward a few steps, and suddenly her whole body contracted involuntarily, rolling into a ball and rolling on the ground. There seemed to be invisible pressure from all around, forcing it to become smaller, smaller, and smaller again.

"You follow us, and if Master Sanhei catches up, you will die."

"Xu..."

Pan Furong's eyebrows stood up after hearing this. She patted her bhikshuni hat off her head and stroked her bald head with one hand.

As she screamed, a black hole seemed to appear in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, sucking in all her essence, blood, body, and magic. In the end, her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were not spared, and the blood and flesh on her face were sucked dry, and her spiritual body in the sea of ​​consciousness was sucked in. , the ghost of man.

After Shi Yiwen finished speaking, he quickly turned around and left without any hesitation.

Brother Ji, you are a good person and will do your best to send Buddha to the West. Please help me...

Lu Ye held Pan Furong in his forearms, closing his eyes most of the time as if he was studying something. Occasionally he opened his eyes and looked carefully at the front and back. Shi Yiwen and Ma Fu were also hanging on the donkey's hips.

Lu Ye waved his hand, and the ropes tied to the donkeys were loosened. He rushed to Shi Yiwen, and Ma Fu and the others handed over.

After he finished speaking, he turned to Pan Furong and knelt down - Master Zhenmei, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You are a monk and have compassion. Please advise Brother Ji.

Finally, it turned into a bright white skull, as if carved from beautiful jade.

Therefore, it is better to seek a woman than a man. As long as Master Zhenmei has a trace of Buddha nature, she will not abandon herself.

dozens of miles away.

There was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Zhenmei, you are the only one left now."

"You two, let's break up here and run for our lives!"

Although a light shield was created outside its body to isolate the strong wind, the donkey's buttocks jumped with great force, tossing the two of them quite hard.

The mechanical donkey is galloping, and its figure has become longer than before. That is because there is an extra person on the donkey, and the four donkey legs are thrown into a round shape.

"If we each run for our lives, we may have a better chance of survival."

Mafu was too clever but his cleverness led him astray. He didn't know that Master Sanhei had been wandering around since the beginning of the journey.

You donkey can run very fast, but I have grown so thin that I can carry a hundred kilograms of meat without any effort.

This mechanical donkey can run very fast, and Ji Buyu has mysterious skills. He can rely on the big tree to enjoy the shade. If he is thick-skinned and follows them all the way, he has a great chance of saving his life.

Immediately, three thousand green hairs grew out under the influence of the magic power. Within a few breaths, her hair had reached her shoulders.

Pan Furong cut with her fingers. She still carried an old mortal knife sheathed by a shark on her waist. There was a foot of red silk on the knife, which had faded and turned white.

She cut off a section of the old red damask, pulled her hair into a short ponytail.

Then he suddenly drew his sword, and Void slashed downwards. A sword energy was activated, and he slashed at Ma Fu's feet.

Pan Furong raised her eyebrows and said sternly.

"You see that I am a woman, do you want to trick me into being soft-hearted?"

"We are neither relatives nor friends. We are running for our lives. Why should I take you with me?"

"If you dare to be verbose again..." She said with evil eyes, her long sword unsheathed, "Do you think I can't kill you?"

Ma Fu didn't expect that this real plum master would always be as quiet as a gourd.

Now her hat is removed and her hair is growing, she is shouting fiercely and drawing her sword. She looks like a female general, with a fierce murderous aura on her body. At a glance, you can tell that she has really gone through a fight and has many lives in her hands.

He was intimidated by the other party's momentum and was speechless for a moment. A man and a woman were on the donkey's back, and their cold murderous intent pressed down on him, covering his whole body.

"You're being rude..." Ma Fu retreated. He didn't even dare to address his fellow Taoist. He called himself "young" and turned around to leave.

His face was burning, and compared to Shi Yiwen who simply turned around and ran away, he looked too stupid.

It's just that Ma Fu was unwilling to give in. The other party obviously had such a fast donkey, which had carried him several times before and narrowly escaped death.

Why not save him to the end?
Damn it, that spot behind the donkey’s butt would rather be empty than reserved for me!

This pair of dog men and women, may they look up to see the three blacks, and look down to see the demon king. May they be pitted at every step, and their legs broken!

Ma Fu couldn't help but turn his head and glance back secretly, his eyes full of vicious hatred.

But he bumped into Lu Ye's meaningful eyes.

Ma Fu trembled and hurriedly took a few steps, preparing to use the escape talisman to escape.

Lu Ye sneered again and again, reaching out and hitting Pan Furong.

"out!"

He cast the Sutra of the Bodhisattva to Save the Disaster, and a great light shone in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his spirit body transformed into the appearance of the Bodhisattva to Save the Distress.

This Bodhisattva looks like Lu Ye himself with upright eyes and a murderous aura. In the halo behind his head are tribesmen with swords and guns unsheathed, wearing heavy armor and sitting cross-legged.

Holding a three-foot sword in his hand, he stabbed the big demon's head with the sword. He sat cross-legged on a three-layer lotus platform, his hands covered with blood.

At this moment, the big bloody hand pointed at Pan Furong, and used his hand to outline the talisman - the Buddha Lotus Talisman.

He had been squinting all the way before, but in fact all his spiritual consciousness had penetrated into Pan Furong's sea of ​​consciousness. As expected, his wife's spirit body had also practiced the Nine-Skeleton Warrior Technique.

It's just that there is a red mysterious talisman on the forehead of this strong man's spirit body, which is a split-skull curse seal in the shape of a lotus.

The complete version of the Nine-Skeleton Warrior Faluno was obtained from Baibei Monk, so he was naturally familiar with the secret techniques such as seeding and pulling out talismans. He recognized that what was displayed on the forehead of his woman's spiritual body was the cursed talisman placed by Master Sanhei on all his disciples. .

The method of planting talisman is called planting Buddha lotus talisman.

The method of pulling out the talisman is to pick the Buddha lotus talisman.

From the day he obtained the scriptures to the present, he has been studying hard every day to learn the art of pulling out talismans.

Fortunately, Lu Ye was already a master at drawing second-level talismans. In addition, he also got a fragment of a third-level talisman at the No. 0 party and tried to draw it.

To draw the talisman of the Nine Skull Warriors, you need to use the third-level talisman skills, and you also need to draw it with mellow Buddhist power.

Lu Ye had been trying to figure it out for many days, and he asked himself whether he could master the talisman-pulling technique in all likelihood. In addition, he didn't know if the Bodhisattva Sutra he had mastered halfway was considered a genuine Buddhist magic power?
Everything will be revealed right before your eyes.

"rise!"

Lu Ye shouted sharply.

The image of the Rescue Bodhisattva appeared in Pan Furong's sea of ​​consciousness, and stabbed her spiritual body on the forehead, with the tip of the sword touching the center of her forehead.

At the same time, the other hand outlines the Buddha Lotus Talisman in sync with the outside world, and a huge and complex three-dimensional talisman figure is outlined in the void at the fingertips.

The tip of the sword retreated, and he forcefully pulled the red Buddha lotus talisman from her forehead. The talisman in his hand immediately rushed forward to wrap it up and surround it.

Pan Furong's whole body trembled, and she felt a sharp pain coming from the sea of ​​​​consciousness, which was more painful than the flesh being cut by thousands of dull knives.

Fortunately, Lu Ye's consciousness manifested in her sea of ​​consciousness. She recognized her husband and knew that Lu Ye would not harm her, so she gritted her teeth and persisted.

She was so painful that her spirit body trembled and she almost collapsed.

After an unknown amount of time in the sea of ​​consciousness, the red lotus-shaped lotus talisman was finally pulled out.

In the real world outside, only a few breaths of time have actually passed.

Lu Ye let out a long sigh.

He had just reluctantly used the third-level talisman technique, which was actually a bit reluctant. However, to his surprise, the Bodhisattva Rescue Sutra was of a high enough level and its power was pure enough, which completely made up for his faulty talisman-making technique.

Pulling out the talisman went quite smoothly.

Pan Furong sat dumbly on the back of the donkey. In just a short while, she was sweating profusely and her robe was wet.

Outside her forehead, a dim red light ball was pulled out by Lu Ye with his bare hands.

Lu Ye turned his head and noticed Mafu's resentful eyes at this moment. He sneered, this person didn't know whether to live or die, and it was just the right time to give him another fate. He slapped his backhand, and the red light hit Ma Fu.

Mahfu had turned around at this time. As he was running away, he felt a sudden coldness all over his body and shivered, as if something bad had happened.

However, he checked the sea of ​​qi and consciousness, and the mana spirit body didn't feel anything was wrong. He cursed in his heart for bad luck and hurriedly ran away.

Pan Furong wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Lu Ye.

"Husband...jun," she was really not used to being called husband by a strange donkey face, "what did you just do?"

Lu Ye wiped his face with his bare hands, took off the human skin mask, and regained his original appearance.

"It's nothing, just pulling out what the Three Black Masters planted in you."

He briefly told the inside story of the Third Black Master's practice of the Nine-Skeleton Warrior Technique, and revealed that all the disciples were actually the old nun's elixir of life.

Pan Furong gritted her teeth after hearing this.

"I knew this old witch didn't have any good intentions!"

"If there is an opportunity in the future, I must seek justice from her on behalf of the sisters who died in vain."

At this time, her spiritual body had just been removed from the Buddha Lotus Talisman, and she was already quite sleepy, and her eyelids were too sleepy to open.

Lu Ye held Pan Furong in his arms, and the woman lay down obediently.

"Okay, now it's important to escape."

"Miss, sit down and take a nap in your husband's arms."

"set off!"

He knocked the donkey's buttocks, and four more legs sprouted from under the donkey's big belly. Its size increased dramatically, and when it was fully exposed, the donkey was as strong as a camel.

The eight legs flew forward, and the speed increased sharply, catching up with the speed of ordinary foundation-building intermediate monks.

Sure enough, as Master Mo said, the various functions of refining this donkey are the most powerful.

The bright light shield was propped up to block the cold wind outside.

Pan Furong tried her best to open her eyelids, but felt sleepy coming over her.

"Husband... I have a lot to say to you..."

Lu Ye responded gently.

"When you wake up, let's talk slowly."

"Um……"

The two of them rode donkeys, and once they rode Juechen, they turned into afterimages and fled south.

The cold wind howled and quickly erased the traces left by the donkey.

High in the sky, there are dense white clouds.

Master Sanhei, with nine skulls hanging on his head and a smile on his face, leisurely pursued the last disciple, Zhenmei, Pan Furong.

Although she carries a stench, it does not affect her beautiful mood.

A century of planning will finally come true today.

She thought about it in advance, and after catching Zhenmei, she let the Ninth Zhenlan skull absorb the woman's essence, blood, and magic ghost, and spent a few days to warm it up.

At this time, Shuangcheng himself had already arrived at his old mistress, the Black Tiger Demon King.

The demon king always likes to eat raw food, has no interest in it, and looks ugly, but he was a golden elixir demon a hundred years ago, otherwise he wouldn't have taken a fancy to it.

With it sitting in the Black Tiger Cave to protect you, you can face the catastrophe there and achieve the golden elixir.

From now on, he will be the second ancestor of the Tianlun Sect, and his title will also be changed to Hui.

The old immortal Huiding Ancestor is already in the middle stage of the Golden Core. He is so powerful that he can't compete with him. Besides, he practices the Nine-Skeleton Warrior Technique, but the other party turns a blind eye and allows him to accept disciples for convenience.

So it's not easy to fall out with him.

However, if you achieve the golden elixir yourself, you can gain more benefits for the family.

In addition, after achieving the Golden Elixir, it is time to cleanse myself of this bad reputation, and then truly recruit a few successors from my own family, the Teng family.

After all, if you still have more than two hundred years to live, you can't even have a foundation-building apprentice, right?
Well, those foundation-building disciples who died before, including Zhenlan, and the families behind them were also part of the Tianlun Sect.

This time, I will train a few foundation-building disciples and compensate them.

Master Sanhei's thoughts were racing.

Of all the past events, only cultivation is true. Two hundred years later, she will be the famous Ancestor with the word Hui. Who still remembers the past of her Sanhei Master?
She was thinking rightly, and looked into the distance with a hum.

The secret method has clearly sensed the Buddha Lotus Talisman belonging to Zhenmei, and she is escaping southward in a hurry, and her speed is not slow.

It means that the distance between the two sides is very close, only more than ten miles. This range is enough for her to activate the secret harvest.

So Master Sanhei carelessly pinched a magic formula and recited it.

"burst!"

Zhenmei, a spare tire, changed from the original fragrant steamed buns to overnight hard pancakes when Zhenlan became the ninth skeleton. It could fill the stomach, but it was difficult for the teeth to digest.

Master Sanhei didn't even bother to run an extra stick of incense, and came to Zhenmei's eyes, watching the other party die in despair.

Cat and mouse have been playing for a hundred years, and too many of her disciples have died under her hands, which is really boring.

She was not interested in watching the despair and curses of a resentful woman who could not find a husband before she died.

After a while.

A ball of light red light roared from a distance and headed towards the Three Black Masters.

This red light was bound by the talisman and came very quickly.

Master Sanhei opened his arms, puffed out his chest, and watched him running towards him with a smile on his lips.

Look at this bloody red light that makes people happy.

Look at this amazing talisman pattern.

Look at this amazing method.

Look at the face of a man as skinny as a stick and as frightened as a ghost wrapped in this talisman...

Hey...what's wrong?
Buddha...where did this man come from?

Master Sanhei remembered that frightened facial features and thin bamboo figure, that was an ordinary monk named Ma Fu among the casual cultivators.

Bastard, how could it be him who was captured by the Buddha Lotus Technique?

True Plum Pan Furong, is that a pure woman who can no longer be truly pure?

Master Sanhei had a look of horror on his face, and his whole body went from extremely happy to extremely frightened, as if he suddenly lost his footing and fell just before ascending to the sky.

To know.

He warmed up the nine skeletons and allowed them to be assimilated by the bloodline. He taught them all the basic skills of the same source except the curse seals. In previous harvests, all the disciples were female and there was no male.

The fundamental reason is that the Nine Skeleton Warriors method is extremely harsh.

If the main mantra practitioner is a woman, the mantra mantra practitioner must also be a woman, and if the main mantra mantra is male, the mantra mantra must be a man.

Bloodline, skill, and gender must all correspond, and none of them can be missing.

This is all so that her skills can be pure and righteous when she breaks through.

Now she actually let go and let the essence of a male cultivator of a different species enter her body.

It's like throwing a torch into a pile of dry firewood and not being able to put it out.

It's just that it's too late for Master Sanhei to realize now.

She was too lax and careless just now. Who would have thought of summoning such a thing?
Whoosh... the red light had penetrated straight into her spiritual body.

The main and sub-talisman seals pulled each other and immediately merged into one, spreading in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Do not……"

Master Sanhei roared in fear.

Her spiritual body was originally that of a nine-skeleton warrior, with a green face and a female body. She wore a golden crown on her head, a cassock, a streamer on her arm, and nine skulls on her neck.

At this time, the spirit body surged, but black spots began to appear everywhere on the blue face, and they quickly spread everywhere.

The nine skulls exploded one by one, which meant that all the energy stored inside was poured out, turning into mana and spiritual nourishment.

In the air sea, the liquid mana roared and swirled, condensing into a small golden dot, which was the golden elixir seed.

The seeds were extremely plump, but there were also terrible mold spots on them, as if something terrifying was gestating inside.

Master Sanhei spurted out a mouthful of blood.

In the end, she failed to harvest the real plums, so she summoned the God of Death and destroyed the balance of mana in her body.

The advancement that has been suppressed for a long time is forced to be started in advance.

Rumble.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and dark clouds roared from all directions, instantly covering up the clear sky for several miles.

Not only that, the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius surged in like a tide, forcefully pouring into her body.

Master Sanhei is really in trouble.

She was forced to attack the golden elixir, and her spirit body was contaminated. The golden elixir seeds had mutated, and she was almost certain to be dead!

"Zhenmei... no..." Master Sanhei roared in shock.

In her memory, the lay name of the stubborn young disciple appeared in her mind.

"Pan... Furong..." She gritted her teeth, suppressed the changes in her body, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and changed to a secret technique to sense the woman's direction again.

She didn't just use one tracking method on her disciples.

After re-determining Pan Furong's position, Master Sanhei struck a thunderbolt on his head and rushed towards a hill a few miles away.

"Pan Furong... Let's die together!"

(End of this chapter)