Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 650 Fifty Years

Three thousand years have passed.

Mo Baiyi's appearance has changed drastically. He now has glaring white hair, wrinkles all over his face, and a scar that runs from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, dividing his face into two halves.

The scar was extremely deep and long, completely cutting his nose open. It emitted a green fluorescent light and was still devouring the flesh and blood around it, all thanks to the deep suppression of his magic power.

His entire face was completely disfigured, except for his two eyes, which were still incredibly bright, but now contained a lot more gloom and calculation.

The follower saw that Mo Baiyi ignored him and was feeling nostalgic for returning to his old place, so he hurriedly tried to please him.

"My Lord, I have something to say but I don't know if I should say it."

"Your body is precious, why do you have to go back to your homeland and take risks?"

"My clan just went through many twists and turns, and moved through several realms before finally escaping the demon clan's pursuit."

"In the New Territory, you led your people to destroy the Double Winged Tribe. All the men were killed, and the women were left to mix with our people to cultivate the next generation of the new demon tribe."

"Everything has just begun. My lord, you have already broken through the peak of the Mahayana stage. Maybe you will be able to step into the Tribulation Crossing stage someday and become an immortal. You are the one with the highest cultivation in our clan and are honored as the Demon Ancestor. You are also the hope of our entire clan."

"It is too risky for you to return to your ancestral land in person. If something goes wrong, the world of our demon clan will collapse."

"What is so important in the place where the Sky Demon Ancestor fell?"

"In fact, I can also make the trip for you..."

Mo Baiyi raised the corner of his mouth slightly after hearing this, but did not comment.

He touched the scar on his face and said leisurely.

"What if I have reached the peak of Mahayana? I have no hope of becoming an immortal..."

"Back then, I risked my life to open a passage for my people."

"When I first achieved Mahayana, I fought against three masters of the same realm from the demon race. This scar was left on my face, and it also damaged my foundation."

“Even though I have reached the peak of the Mahayana realm, I know that there is no hope of overcoming the tribulation, let alone ascending to immortality.”

"unless……"

He paused here.

The followers around Mo Baiyi are at the fusion realm, and are big shots who tremble with the stomping of their feet wherever they are. Now they follow him and act humble, and they are good at supporting him and making sure his words are not heard.

"Sir, unless something..."

Mo Baiyi smiled and squinted at him.

"Unless... my newly realized Hundred Races Unite as One Hunyuan Devouring Technique can help me."

“No one could have imagined that the three Daoists who had crossed the tribulation period had died one after another, and their remains were hidden in the secret room of the main altar of the Hundred Years Mountain of my master, the Demon Ancestor Cangqiong.”

“Although they have fallen, they have been bathed in the immortal thunder tribulation after all. Even if they are dead, their bodies are no longer mortal, but semi-immortal.”

"Before my master ascended to heaven, he had a bad premonition. He was afraid that his failure would damage the fortune of the demon race. He made an agreement with the other two demon ancestors that if he unfortunately died, his remains would be sealed in crystal, so that they would not decay for ten thousand years and be passed on to future generations."

"How hateful that the heavens are jealous of talented people. Without any luck, the three demon ancestors had unparalleled cultivation and profound accumulation, but they died one after another, and none of them became immortals. Instead, the demon race produced an immortal."

"The demon clan's rebellion was too sudden. Our clan was defeated and retreated quickly. Although many of our people were evacuated, the sealed crystal remains of the three ancestors are still left on Baisui Mountain."

"Bai Sui Mountain is now the dojo of the two great masters of the demon race. I need to find a suitable opportunity to sneak in."

"As long as I take out the three semi-immortal remains from the secret room and refine and absorb the immortality in their bodies, I will be able to reach the realm of transcending tribulation, or even ascend to immortality in one step."

"When the time comes, if I become an immortal, I will return all the luck I have gained to my clan and help them return to the supreme throne."

"How about my plan?"

Mo Baiyi smiled and narrowed his eyes and asked the follower demon cultivator in the fusion stage.

It turned out that the three ancestors of the demon clan had already reached the peak of their cultivation. They seemed to be able to feel that the demon clan was no longer loved by the world, and their luck was declining.

The three ancestors were anxious, and after discussing with each other, they decided that after accumulating enough, they would try to ascend to heaven to repay the luck of their clan members. As long as the luck of heaven and earth favored them, the clan would naturally have many masters and prosper.

They were also afraid that if they failed to ascend to heaven, the situation would become even worse.

So the three demons worked together to design a sealing crystal formation.

Even if the ascension to immortality fails, the cultivators in the tribulation period will possess immortality under the thunder of the immortal tribulation, and their bodies will transform into those of immortals. It’s just that the transformation is incomplete, but they can also be called half-immortals.

For the sake of their people, the three demon ancestors worked hard and decided that if they failed to ascend to immortality, they would leave their semi-immortal bodies to future generations.

As long as the descendants can cultivate to the Mahayana or Tribulation Crossing realm, they can try to devour and absorb the immortal nature in the immortal body. A little bit of accumulation can increase the probability of becoming an immortal.

In fact, this is just one of the many backup plans of the three demon ancestors. According to their guesses, even if we calculate the probability, at least one of the three demons will become an immortal, so this plan should be of no use.

However, none of the three demons had expected that the luck of heaven and earth would shift at any time, and when the three of them tried to ascend to immortality, they ended up dying one after another, with no one succeeding.

And the Sleeping Immortal Ancestor of the demon clan actually succeeded in one try.

When the fusion realm follower saw Mo Baiyi asking him about the plan, he nodded hurriedly.

"Very good, very good!"

"The Demon Ancestor's plan is flawless."

"As long as the Demon Ancestor becomes an immortal, our clan will be able to counterattack the ancestral land and catch the demon clan off guard."

Mo Baiyi shook his head.

"Although this plan is good, it may not succeed."

"If someone leaks it out in advance, it will only lead to a trap for ourselves."

His voice was sharp, and his eyes were flashing coldly as he stared at his followers.

"dont you agree?"

"How much benefit did the demon tribe give you? Did they allow you to be the master of the new world, or help you achieve Mahayana? Did they let you betray me and my tribe?"

The combined follower was originally standing aside with a smile on his face and bent over, but Mo Baiyi suddenly revealed the secret in his heart.

His whole body shook, and he immediately lunged forward, transforming into more than ten rays of light and escaping in all directions without any hesitation or dragging his feet.

Among the more than ten rays of light, half of them were clones, and their magical power, aura and appearance were exactly the same as his original body.

Most of the remaining escaping lights are puppets, incarnations, etc., but we should not take them lightly.

Because when he reaches the fusion realm, his Nascent Soul body can completely survive apart from the main body, and may attach itself to any clone, puppet, incarnation, or even livestock or plants. As long as he can escape, even if he is seriously injured, he can spend a long time adjusting and resting, and then he will have a chance to make a comeback.

Mo Baiyi sneered and grabbed forward with his five fingers.

Black demonic energy gushed out from the fingertips crazily, instantly forming a territory of several hundred feet. It was the last to arrive but the first to arrive, trapping many fleeing lights within it.

In the field, silver lights shuttled back and forth, and it was unknown what kind of spiritual weapon it was.

The combined follower screamed continuously, and more than a dozen rays of light were destroyed, but they were not his real body.

There was a figure rushing out of the Demon Hundred One Realm, and was joining the main body of the follower in the Fusion Realm. A ray of silver light flashed past his body almost sticking to it.

He twisted his body desperately.

There was a slight hissing sound.

The follower in the fusion realm screamed as one of his legs was cut off from the root.

He covered his wound and dared not stop, continuing to fly forward. The flesh and blood surged at the broken leg, and immediately a new thigh grew out.

It is one of the magical powers mastered by the cultivators in the fusion realm, the regeneration of severed limbs.

But just as he ran forward a hundred feet, the sky and the earth suddenly shook, and four flesh-colored pillars of mountains rose up in front of him and pressed towards him.

The combined monk was shocked and looked around, only to see Mo Baiyi's face covering half of the sky.

Look at the Four Pillars Mountain again. It doesn’t look like a mountain at all, it’s clearly four fingers.

It turned out that he had never escaped from Mo Baiyi's palm from the beginning to the end. When he was escaping, Mo Baiyi used the Dharma of Heaven and Earth to transform into a giant and merge with the heaven and earth. Because of the huge difference in cultivation, the combined cultivator did not notice it. Mo Baiyi closed his palms and his body quickly shrank to the size of an ordinary person. He held the combined little man in his palms, leaving only a pitiful little head outside the tiger's mouth.

“Mercy... Demon Ancestor, please spare my life..." The combined follower was terrified and kept begging for mercy.

Mo Baiyi tilted his head and sneered.

"My tribe has moved to another world several times. Every time we just gained a foothold, the demon tribe would chase us and kill us. That's when I knew there was a traitor among the top leaders."

"I didn't expect it to be you... All my disciples are dead, and you are half servant and half disciple. I wanted to pass on my teachings to you..."

"Forget it...do you have any last words?"

Mo Baiyi didn't even bother to ask his followers why they rebelled. The demon clan was doomed, and many demons fought to the death and sacrificed their lives for their clan, while many others became traitors and prostrated themselves at the feet of the demon clan.

His own followers could not escape the temptation of fame and fortune, or they were captured while on a mission and agreed to be an insider out of fear of death. There are thousands of reasons for rebellion, but Mo Baiyi's response is very simple, that is to kill!

When the follower saw the cold and ruthless look on Mo Baiyi's face, he knew he could not escape, so he held his body with four fingers and contracted them, his bones and internal organs shattered, and his qi sea and sea of ​​consciousness collapsed.

The follower despaired and cursed.

"Ah...you tyrant, how many direct descendants of demon nobles have you swallowed in order to practice your Hunyuan Devouring Technique?"

"If I destroy you and replace you with someone else as the Demon Ancestor, he will only do a better job than you!"

"Do you really think our tribe can't live without you? You lunatic..."

Click.

Mo Baiyi was unmoved. He squeezed his fingers hard and crushed his neck. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

There was light in his mouth, and after chewing for a few times, a few points of bright light fell into his stomach. His nostrils opened and sprayed out thick and turbid blood.

"Humph, such poor cultivation, really noisy."

Mo Baiyi smacked his lips, as if he was dissatisfied, and in a blink of an eye he forgot about the death of his follower.

"After dealing with this traitor, we returned to our ancestral land ahead of schedule."

"The demon tribe cannot grasp my exact whereabouts, nor do they know why I am doing this."

"hope everything is fine."

"That pair of demon Taoist lovers, one is Kun and the other is Peng. They are descendants of the old ancestor Kunpeng. They are not easy to get along with."

"Everything in the New Territories has been settled. I don't need to worry about it."

"I will stay in hiding for a while. I can wait for a few years, decades, or even hundreds of years..."

"As long as one of the two Kunpeng monsters is left alone, it will be my chance..."

Mo Baiyi thought for a moment, then took a step forward. He had already crossed the mountains under his feet, and disappeared into the horizon in a few steps.

He killed the traitor here and left alone.

Soon, the demon clan learned through secret channels that the inside line had been cut off, and that the demon clan's ancestor, Mo Baiyi, had returned to this world in person.

All of a sudden, all the demon tribes were facing a great enemy, and orders were passed down from top to bottom, requiring all the demon tribes to guard against the devils with all their might, and this was the most important matter.

Mo Baiyi is also very cruel.

He seemed to do whatever he wanted. He picked out a few large demon cities, descended in his true form, displayed the power of heaven and earth, and opened his mouth to swallow up tens of thousands of immortals and mortals, as well as livestock and birds in the city.

In just a few years, many "young" geniuses of the demon clan were killed or injured. There were dozens of True Saints who died at the mouth of Mo Bai, and hundreds of Void Saints who had their cultivation sucked away by him.

Mo Baiyi never fights with demons of the same level. He will leave after wreaking havoc. The demon territory is turned upside down and everyone is terrified of the demon.

At the place of the Red Tiger Demon Saint, she has already gathered the two demons, the Sky Pig Demon Saint and the Earth Bull Demon Saint.

The Three Demon Saints knew that the other party was most likely coming across the void to the vicinity of their territory, and there was no guarantee that they would return the same way one day.

If you look at them a few more times on the way back, they will disappear.

Therefore, the three demons became more cautious.

They are just small-time refining beings who can be destroyed with just a breath of air from the Great Vehicle Ancestor. Their fate here is to be cannon fodder to provide early warning to the big demon clan leaders behind them.

The three demon saints were worried. Wouldn't it be good to be a good lord? With the hope of longevity, who would be willing to be cannon fodder?
Therefore, they had no time to cause trouble for old Mu Junlin and spent the whole day together practicing. It was a rare moment of peace in the territory.

In this way, there is no time in the mountains, as all things flow into the streams.

Fifty years have passed in a flash.

This day, in the canyon.

I saw large tracts of spiritual fields, with many more buildings than fifty years ago. At this time, smoke was curling up, and there were occasional noises in the village, with the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking. It seemed much more prosperous than before.

Outside the village, there is a jungle that is fenced off. Looking from the air, the jungle is distributed according to the Bagua, and there are formation plates set up around it to absorb the rich spiritual energy in the jungle and further increase the concentration of spiritual energy in the jungle.

at this time.

There are tree houses built on many trees in the jungle, which are the green version of a cave.

In the center of the jungle, there is a giant tree several dozen feet tall, with more than a dozen holes carved from top to bottom on the trunk.

This is the place with the richest spiritual energy in the entire canyon, specially designed for cultivation by human cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage.

In the topmost cave.

Lu Ye woke up from his retreat and opened his eyes.

He exhaled lightly, and the white air shot out like an arrow, shooting out more than ten feet away before slowly dissipating.

"After fifty years, I finally reached the middle stage of the Spiritualization Stage."

“It’s also thanks to my early arrival that I was able to rebuild Lingyun Sect and inherit a huge amount of merit to help me break through the realm of cultivation.”

It turned out that Lu Ye came here, settled the Duolong League's settlement, and was busy for a few years, personally playing the role of a martial arts elder, teaching the Duolong League and Lingyun Sect martial arts to eliminate the barriers between the two sides.

I have very little time left for myself to practice every day.

However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that when he practiced the Sutra of the Bodhisattva of Rescue, a huge amount of merit descended from the sky. Except for a small part that came from the remnants of the Dragon Stealing Alliance and Mu Junlin's Lingyun Sect, most of the merit came from the void and no one knew where it came from.

Lu Ye guessed that it should be the accumulation of thousands of years ago when he and the monk Tianti preached and taught the Dharma to human beings and wrote down the texts.

Based on the above major events, the amount of merit he has gained should be far greater than what he has currently obtained.

But he disappeared for thousands of years, and most of his merits should have been dissipated without an owner. Fortunately, he arrived in time and the Lingyun Sect still had remnants and did not disappear in the long river of history, otherwise he would not have gained much merit.

"It's not bad to be able to reach the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation."

Lu Ye is not greedy. He believes that having something is better than having nothing.

For an ordinary cultivator, it would be almost impossible to break through the Spirit Transformation Realm in fifty years. He had a huge advantage in this matter.

Lu Ye stood up and left the cave, flying down more than ten feet. There was another tree hole cave here, which was the second best place on the big tree.

"Brother Qianmian?"

He sent a voice message inside and called out a few times, but there was no response. However, from the perspective of the Fish and Dragon Picture, the Thousand-Faced Judge was clearly in the cave.

Lu Ye's eyes rolled and he immediately changed his words.

"Brother Shang? Alliance Leader Shang?"

The Thousand-Faced Judge in the cave immediately responded and came over.

Lu Ye was speechless...

The Thousand Faces Judge has now truly become Shang Qianmian.

I wonder if Shang Tianti, if he is still alive in heaven, would mind knowing that I have become the ancestor of the alliance leader?

(End of this chapter)