Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 647 Old things
Mu Baijun felt panic-stricken.

Not to mention him, the three demon kings and all the human beings in the Ten Thousand Mountains Territory were also terrified by the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Let’s talk about the endless bloody rain first.

There has already been an incident like this seven hundred years ago when the Demon Ancestor of the Sky failed in his attempt to ascend to heaven and died. Everyone knows that it was a top figure in the world of immortal cultivation who fell.

Moreover, this happened once more in seven hundred years.

Of the three ancestors of the demon clan, only two were left. One of them did not believe in evil and tried to become an immortal, but he died in failure.

The death of the Taoist Patriarch who transcends tribulations was a grief shared by all, and everyone couldn't help but cry bitterly. Apart from wasting their eyes and shedding some tears, at most some unlucky souls who were practicing in seclusion might go astray and vomit blood.

But it may not necessarily be a good thing for someone to ascend to heaven.

Who knows which race the immortals are?

On the day when the immortal becomes a god, a golden gate will appear in the sky and a green shadow will ascend to the sky. Anyone with eyes in the whole world can see it by looking up.

It is just that due to the influence of the rules of the Great Dao, outsiders cannot clearly see its face and race except for the cultivators who happen to be near the Gate of Ascension.

If it was the demons, it would be okay, but I’m afraid it was other races.

The demons were originally a ruling race. If some of them become immortals and good fortunes continue to protect their people, it will only deepen their ruling position and they cannot overturn it.

If it were any other race, it would probably cause a great turmoil.

If you were a demon, and an immortal appeared in another race under your command and his power increased greatly, wouldn't you suppress him?
The Shiwandashan Mountains spent some time in this atmosphere of panic.

The nine-armed old monk was frowning and complaining to Mu Baijun all day long.

Lu Ye did not underestimate his aptitude. After so many years on the Tianti stage, after he became an infant, he absorbed the crystal of tree marrow and his cultivation level was further improved. Finally, he broke through to the God Transformation stage under the protection of Mu Baijun.

However, he also achieved the breakthrough to the God Transformation Realm before the thousand-year deadline, and was severely injured when he went through the heavenly tribulation. He barely got through it by relying on merit, so his potential ended here, and he had no hope of reaching the Void Refinement Realm.

Outside the Shiwan Mountains, there are people ascending to heaven and ancestors who have passed away due to tribulation. Great changes have taken place. Shang Tianti is of course worried, fearing that the huge waves will spread to the mountains.

As a result, this day.

Good news came from outside the Shiwanda Mountains.

The immortal was none other than the sleeping immortal ancestor of the demon clan, Turtle Immortal, whom Lu Ye had never met before.

Master Roshi went from being a fake immortal to a real immortal and actually ascended to heaven, living a free and easy life.

Of course, the identity of the immortal who failed and died that day was also known. He was the only remaining Taoist ancestor of the demon clan.

The demon tribes in the mountains were ecstatic and felt proud of the event.

There were even some little demons discussing it in private.

The three Taoist ancestors of the demon clan died one after another within seven hundred years, while the monster clan had an ancestor named Sleeping Immortal who became an immortal, and also had an ancestor who transcended tribulation and suppressed the clan's destiny.

It seems that the demon clan is declining and our monster clan is rising.

The demons have been the rulers of this realm for ten thousand years, maybe it's time for our monster clan to take that position?
The three new and old demon kings got together and held banquets for several days, and even sent many precious gifts and wine to the boundary stakes.

Mu Baijun stood there and listened to the general idea.

It seems that the lord of this territory, the Green Ape Demon Emperor, is a direct disciple of the Sleeping Immortal Ancestor, and is an old acquaintance of the Three Demon Emperors. Perhaps they think that if one of them succeeds, they can all benefit from it?
But Green Ape is clearly a Tribulation Cultivator, how could he be a disciple of the Sleeping Immortal?
If he was really a disciple of the Sleeping Immortal, how could he be short of those few things to do robbery and rob the treasury of the Demon Emperors?

Mu Baijun couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

Just looking at Lao Shang's white hair falling out in clumps due to worry, the wrinkles on his face increased in a few days more than the tree rings on Mu Baijun's body, and his catchphrase was "It's a disaster, it's a disaster."

really.

In less than half a month, disaster struck.

The demon clan has produced an immortal, and now there is still an ancestor Kunpeng who has transcended the tribulation and is in charge of the clan's fortune, while the demon clan has lost three ancestors who have transcended the tribulation in a row within the past seven hundred years.

As the power of one side increases and the other decreases, the situation becomes tense, and both sides are in conflict and on guard against each other, and a war is almost imminent.

Now, regardless of whether the demon clan decides to rebel or not, the demon clan can no longer tolerate their existence and are preparing their troops and sharpening their knives.

The demon cultivators were not fools either. They were on high alert and prepared for a fierce battle, but the first sword strike was directed at their own kind.

Because the demon clan only has the top cultivators. Compared with the high-level cultivators such as Mahayana, Hedao, Lianxu, etc., the demon clan is still superior.

In addition, the demon tribe has always been scattered, with many mountains around.

Therefore, if the demon clan wants to win the decisive battle between the two clans, the first thing they have to do is to integrate the many mountains and unite them into one.

Before he became an immortal, Hermit Turtle had always been at odds with Patriarch Kunpeng.

Now that he has successfully ascended, the contradiction no longer exists.

Patriarch Kunpeng then issued a decree, gathering the forces of various mountains, mobilizing troops and generals, and preparing to march eastward to Dazhongzhou.

All the demon tribes in Xihezhou received the conscription order.

Some of the monsters were ordered to stay behind in their nests and be responsible for guarding the home.

Some monsters were also recruited to go to Kunpeng City to become members of the Eastern Expedition Army. Of course, it was foreseeable that the monsters recruited into the team would suffer heavy casualties and would have a fierce battle with the demons.

The envoy sent by ancestor Kunpeng arrived at the Shiwandashan Mountains that day.

The names of the three demon kings and their subordinates were listed.

Not to mention them, even the Demon Emperor who is a god behind them is in the recruitment queue.

The three demon kings were very anxious.

They are only at the Nascent Soul stage, and in the fierce battlefield of the decisive battle between the two races, they are nothing more than high-level cannon fodder.

Everyone hopes that the demon clan will rule the country, but the prerequisite is that they don’t risk their lives.

If all their own people are gone, what difference does it make to them whether the demon clan or the monster clan is in power?
The old wild boar demon king is dead.

The White Tiger Demon King, who had turned into an old tigress, hurriedly tried to get close to the Immortal, saying that he and his companions had an old relationship with the Sleeping Immortal Ancestor.

Lord Green Ape, the little demon saint and disciple of the Sleeping Immortal Patriarch, rules over his territory in the Ten Thousand Mountains. He is a good neighbor to all.

Look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face.

The Sleeping Immortal Ancestor became a real Sleeping Immortal.

Given this relationship, it is impossible to capture the close friend of the direct disciple of the Sleeping Immortal Patriarch and use him as cannon fodder, right?

It would have been better if the three demon emperors didn’t say anything.

The conscript was stunned after hearing this.

What a coincidence, I am a humble person, but I am an outer disciple of the Sleeping Immortal Patriarch.

The ancestor had a premonition that he would soon reach the fairyland, so over the past few hundred years he had accepted eight true disciples, seventy-two inner disciples, and three hundred outer disciples, all of whom were crustacean species and belonged to the demon race.

Such as turtles, tortoises, shrimps, crabs, etc., where did the little green ape demon saint come from
The Three Demon Emperors were shocked when they heard this. It turned out that they had ceded their territory for more than seven hundred years, and it turned out that this whole time they had been accompanying the fake Demon Saint?

They asked for confirmation again and again, but the envoy laughed. It was well known that seven hundred years ago, the Sleeping Immortal was still in seclusion, so how could he accept disciples?

The three demon emperors were furious. They were angry that they had been fooled for hundreds of years and had to cede their territory and people to fakes.

They cried and begged the conscription lord to make the decision for them, saying that there were only a group of low-class people gathered in the territory of the fake little demon saint, and it was no big deal.

But the fake guy had a wide range of friends and hired a giant tree to stand outside his territory as a guard.

The three demon kings cannot defeat the divine wood, so they ask the envoy to take action.

They also said that the fake man's governance of his territory was very lax, and that the inferior tribes had multiplied and accumulated a large amount of wealth, which they were willing to give to the envoys without taking a penny.

The messenger laughed and agreed. He happened to be at the level of a spirit being.

According to the Three Demon Kings' plan, as long as he could contain Old Wood head-on and with the help of the three demons, he would definitely be able to defeat the opponent.

As for those inferior races, they only learned some crude magic, so they did not take them seriously at all.

As long as the old tree falls, won't those inferior tribes be at the mercy of others?

So what if I know some witchcraft?
At most, there are just a few Jindan cultivators.

Mu Baijun sighed. "These are the information I got after I captured the Barbarian Bull Demon King and searched his soul."

"They attacked suddenly."

"Fortunately, no one knows that I once escorted Shang Tianti out and protected him in a remote wilderness until he achieved divine enlightenment."

"As soon as we start, we will work together to kill the messenger first, and then destroy the three demon kings."

"That old tigress and the wild bull were crushed into meat patties by me, and the wild boar demon king became the wronged soul of Shang Tianti's men."

“But even though we won, we also lost.”

"The incident happened suddenly. We killed most of the three demon kings' subordinates, but many demons still escaped. The truth was revealed."

Mu Baijun looked helpless.

They could win once or twice.

But their enemy is the entire demon race. If they kill the summoner, wouldn’t that be an offense to Ancestor Kunpeng?

The ancestor only needs to move his fingers, and countless demon masters will rush over.

How many waves can Mu Baijun and his men withstand?
If they lose once, they are all dead.

Shang Tianti and Mu Baijun discussed and decided to relocate the human race in the territory immediately.

There are only 100,000 human beings, how can they all disperse in such a short time?
If they gather together and run away, they will surely be caught in one fell swoop.

Shang Tianti learned from his mistakes and decided to escape by dividing into teams of a thousand people, with several monks in each team.

He also organized hundreds of core disciples of Lingyun Sect into a team, which was the flame of hope for the human race, with Jiayi as the leader.

Originally, Shang Ling'er was the most suitable leader for this team, but she was determined to follow Lao Shang, so she could only entrust the task to Jiayi to find a way out for the tribe.

Shang Tianti knew that Mu Baijun and Lu Ye had agreed that if they encountered a life-or-death crisis, Mu Baijun could leave on his own.

So he begged Mu Baijun to personally escort this team of immortal cultivators away.

Afterwards, Mu Baijun escorted these hundreds of immortal seeds as agreed, and headed east with a determined heart. Relying half on luck and half on strength, he finally arrived here after many hardships.

Only half of the human immortal seedlings led by Jia Yi were left.

"So..." Lu Ye frowned and said, "Senior Mu..."

"According to what you said, you don't know what happened to Senior Shang in the end?"

Mu Baijun nodded and sighed.

"yes……"

"That Nine-Armed Sword God is not a very powerful figure among the Divine Transformation cultivators, but he is determined and dedicated to protecting his people."

"Although he is from a clan, in my opinion, his perseverance and determination are much stronger than many monster clans."

"He insisted on evacuating with his Taoist partner along with the largest group of people."

"You know, that group of people are all old, weak, sick and disabled, so it's the hardest for them to leave."

"In this case, it will be difficult for the couple to escape smoothly."

"I can only pray that they have a safe journey..."

Mu Baijun continued to talk a lot.

Perhaps because he met his old friends and disciples and brought up old times, he was particularly talkative today - he had been rooted outside the human territory for seven hundred years, being treated like a god day and night, wearing red and ribbons, and witnessing the birth, aging, sickness and death of countless humans.

Unconsciously, Mu Baijun also fell in love with this worldly atmosphere.

It is said that humans are not plants or trees, so who can be infinite?
Mu Baijun is a wood spirit, but he also has feelings. He just watched the human territory fall apart, wither and decline, and the people he protected died one after another.

He was not good at speaking, and he became even more silent.

Mu Baijun escorted the immortal cultivators of the human race and went the other way. When he reached the border of Dazhongzhou, he was seriously injured, so he found a mountain range to settle down.

A few years later, Jia Yi led some disciples of Lingyun Sect to say goodbye and disappeared. Mu Baijun could guess that many of them must have returned to the Shiwan Mountains to look for the whereabouts of their relatives.

However, he led everyone to break through numerous obstacles and was seriously injured. Even if he wanted to help, he was powerless.

In addition, there are more than two hundred human cultivators who stayed in the mountains and multiplied slowly. In addition, there were refugees from outside the mountains to supplement the population. Therefore, over the past two thousand years, a tribe of more than a thousand people has gradually formed in the mountains.

"There is a human tribe in this mountain?" Lu Ye felt mixed emotions of sadness and joy after hearing this.

Is this considered the remnant of the authentic Lingyun Sect?
The foundation created by himself and the monk Tianti has been passed down to this day, but on the other hand, he feels sad for Lao Shang.

How could it be so easy to move with the elderly and the weak surrounded by so many powerful enemies?

Lu Ye himself was forced to enter the long river of time and space and jumped out of the ancient times, while Shang Tianti stayed there, growing from Little Shang to Old Shang. Lu Ye couldn't bear to think about what the ending would be.

Maybe there is a chance that he can escape, but the hope is slim.

"My dear nephew..." Mu Baijun seemed to remember something. He slapped his chest, and it cracked. A drop of crystal clear crystal flew out, and a drop of light golden blood was sealed in it, rolling around.

"This is a drop of blood that Shang Tianti left for me when he evacuated."

"He firmly believed that one day, an old friend would come and take this drop of blood from me."

"He said that when one reaches the Mahayana Supreme Saint realm, one can be reborn by dropping blood."

“Perhaps, when my old friend reaches the realm of transcending tribulation and ascends to immortality, I can use my omnipotent magic power to summon him back from the long river of time and space, and we will meet again.”

"Even if I can't, this drop of blood can be used as a thought."

Mu Baijun sighed as he spoke...

The idea of ​​rebirth is almost a fantasy.

The Mahayana Saint was reborn through the dripping of blood, but that was an effect on himself. I have never heard of anyone being able to apply this rule and magic power to outsiders.

Lu Ye stretched out his hand and took the sealing crystal. He looked at the essence and blood inside and was slightly dazed.

This is the last thing that Lao Shang has left in the world.

The demon race has ruled the earth for two thousand years now. Even if he had managed to escape from the demon race's pursuit, his qualifications were limited and he could not break through to the level of a Void Refining Saint. He would not have survived two thousand years and would have passed away long ago.

To bring oneself back to life through a drop of blood is extremely difficult, and one needs to cultivate to the Mahayana realm.

It is even more difficult to make others reborn with blood.

Haven’t you seen that the most holy saint in the long river of time and space was unable to bring his deceased wife back to life, and could only become a puppet to remind him of her by seeing the object?

Lu Ye put away the crystal and watched the sealed blood essence inside roil. Because it was arranged properly, even after two thousand years, this drop of blood essence was still active.

"Lao Shang..." He sighed in his heart, thousands of thoughts churning, "I didn't desert..."

"We meet again!"

"Just wait and see how I rebuild our Lingyun Sect and promote the fortune of our human race."

"I won't let our cause down!"

Mu Baijun on the opposite side stroked his long beard and started to ask questions.

"My dear nephew, you have come here to avoid disaster. What are your plans for the next step?"

Lu Ye was shocked when he heard this, knowing that the main part of the show was about to begin, and he bowed hurriedly.

"I ask Senior Mu to allow the remnants of the Dragon Alliance to thrive in the forest for the sake of my master."

Mu Baijun was a little hesitant after hearing this.

"If it was something else, it would be fine, but the Red Tiger Demon Saint is a tigress, and she is famous for her petty mind."

"You have offended her. If I take you in, I am afraid that Mu Junlin will never have peace in the future."

"You have seen my current situation. I was seriously injured when I was going through the heavenly tribulation. My life span is no more than a thousand years."

"I'm afraid that the tragic defeat of the Hundred Thousand Mountains people's territory will be repeated."

(End of this chapter)