Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 658 On the Road

Chapter 658 On the Road
Mo Baiyi felt a little emotional.

There were several people of the same generation and fellow disciples who were more talented than me. However, due to the daily fighting, they had no time and energy to practice, and their progress was slow, so they died in the end.

On the contrary, because he devoured the magic path, fought to support himself, and continuously devoured human-shaped pills, his realm rose day by day, and finally he became the only Demon Ancestor.

Mo Bai shook his head to disperse the memories. Now was not the time to be distracted. It was not certain whether he could escape.

If I die this time, I will truly die along with this container body.

The road to the demon race’s revival will be cut off.

Seeing that Mo Baiyi said he had changed his mind, he decided to escape with everyone and wait for the future.

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge hurriedly responded, "That's exactly what they should do."

"Mo Baiyi has absorbed all of Mu Baijun's memories." Lu Ye figured out in his heart.

He remembered the joke about the coffin boards and bed boards, knew about my and the Thousand-Faced Judge’s “nephew” identities, and also mentioned “Master Green Ape”.

Moreover, he speaks much more humorously than the real Mu Baijun. This is indeed what Mo Baiyi is like when he is not crazy.

However, he couldn’t tell the Thousand-Faced Judge that “Mu Baijun” was not what he said he was looking for, for fear that he would use secret techniques to search his soul.

Oops……

My master Qing Yuan was made up. There are still many memories in his sea of consciousness that cannot be seen in the light. I just hope this guy won’t search his soul at every turn.

Otherwise, many things will be exposed.

Mo Baiyi's face straightened and he continued to ask.

"Because I didn't want to escape before, I never asked you about your escape."

"Now can you tell me where you are planning to escape to?"

Lu Ye looked at the Thousand Faces Judge. This matter had always been arranged by the Thousand Faces Judge and Long Shiba.

The Thousand-Faced Judge hurriedly explained in detail to "Mu Baijun".

It turned out that Mu Junlin was at the junction of Dazhongzhou and Xihezhou, so they planned to return to Xihezhou and head west.

The demon race has ruled the earth for more than two thousand years, and those big demon leaders have seized the paradises in Dazhongzhou to enjoy themselves.

After all, compared to the Dazhongzhou with abundant spiritual energy, Xihezhou is a "remote and poor place".

Back then, the demons guarding the city could not even gather enough demons for a year's rotation because they looked down on the barrenness of Xihe Continent.

The demon race is generally like this nowadays.

Xihezhou is "barren", so most of the remaining monsters are not strong. I heard that the strongest one is a true saint in the state of fusion.

If we go there, we should have a better chance of survival.

Mo Baiyi nodded upon hearing this.

"Very good, very good..."

He thought to himself that it happened that he was traveling in this direction to and from the space crack, so the wind was just right for him.

Pity.

But this body is too weak and cannot survive the tearing and invasion of spiritual power from the space cracks.

If you try to force your way in, you will definitely be torn apart by the turbulence in space.

It turns out that although there are many space channels at this time, with the abundant spiritual power, the spiritual power in the channels also increases violently, and one must have corresponding cultivation to pass through.

However, this secret space passage is not something that the Demon Saint of Refining Void can pass through.

Mo Baiyi had not expected that he would be forced to find a "sickly" container.

However, given the state of his residual soul at that time, only someone like Mu Baijun was suitable for taking over another body. If it were an ordinary demon saint, it would be hard to say who would take over whom.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

"It's just right to go to Xihezhou."

"Thousands of years ago, after leading my people to flee and settle down, I sneaked back to the ancestral world and left a secret place in Xihezhou. I set up a space formation to communicate with the new demon world."

"It will be convenient for my demon race to return to the human world in the future and send out spies as pioneers."

"Because it was set up in a hurry, I can only use it once each way before it self-destructs. So I didn't use it when I entered the ancestral realm this time."

"But as long as the formation is still there, it should be enough for this body to return to the New Demon Realm smoothly."

Mo Baiyi gently stroked her chest.

There was the wooden core of the body, inside which was hidden a diamond-shaped crystal the size of a soybean, which was emitting golden light and rotating slowly.

It was he who used the secret method and risked his life with his remaining soul to bring out the immortal crystal.

At that time, he sneaked into Baisui Mountain and successfully solved the formation outside the secret room left by his master. He entered the secret room and found the remains of three Taoist ancestors who had died in the process of transcending the immortal tribulation.

That's really horrible.

The three demon ancestors...one of them is his master, Demon Ancestor Cang Qiong.

Even if their remains were put together, they could not form a complete demon body, which shows how cruel and brutal the immortal calamity was.

The crystal sealing formation still retains the original state of their bodies when they failed to survive the tribulation.

Among them, the body of the Sky Demon Ancestor was the most complete, at least his head was preserved, and he had a look of anger and confusion on his face.

Mo Baiyi knew.

When the Sky Demon Ancestor ascended to the immortal tribulation, he was also present as one of the many true disciples.

With the all-mighty cultivation of the Sky Demon Ancestor, who is the first of the three ancestors of the demon clan, he has profound accumulation and is fully confident before he makes the effort to ascend to the immortal realm.

He defeated nine heavenly thunders in succession and even survived the demonic calamity. He only needed to absorb the immortal power from the calamity and re-condense his immortal body before he could successfully ascend to immortality.

however.

The Sky Demon Ancestor was also defeated at this last step. He had clearly passed ninety-nine of the hundred steps, with only the last step left. However, for some reason, the supply of immortal energy was interrupted in the middle of the process, causing his body to collapse and fall from the sky into a half-burnt body.

"Heaven does not want me to become an immortal..." The Demon Ancestor of the Sky only had time to say half a sentence to his disciples before he died.

That's why his face showed an expression of anger and unwillingness at that time.

He had weathered many storms, but ended up being drowned in a small ditch. How could he accept this?

Mo Baiyi gathered his mind and quickly used his magic power to break the crystal seals of the three relics. Black demonic energy rolled over his body and enveloped them.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to refine the immortal nature of these three demonic bodies.

But Mo Baiyi practiced the Hunyun Devouring Magic Skill, which was to swallow everything.

In fact, he doesn't have the ability to refine his immortal nature.

But he did the opposite and stripped away all the impurities in the three remains and all the rules mastered by the three ancestors. He was able to do it.

The last thing left was this drop of golden crystal, which was the immortal crystal, containing all the immortal qualities in the Third Ancestor's body.

It is the residual substance of the immortal power of three semi-immortal bodies after being baptized by the heavenly tribulation. According to the speculation of the three Demon Ancestors, as long as there is a Demon Ancestor in the tribulation realm in the future who takes it, it will be enough to increase the probability of ascending to immortality by half.

If a Mahayana cultivator takes it, he will definitely be reborn and his chances of successfully ascending to immortality will also increase.

In short.

Mo Baiyi finally refined the immortal crystal.

Just as he was leaving, something strange happened.

When he first lurked on the mountain, he knew that there was only one great saint of the demon race in the mountain, so he dared to go up the mountain with confidence. But when he came out of the secret room, he knew that a powerful aura rose from all directions of the mountain.

The demon clan actually dispatched all four Mahayana saints to deal with him.

How could he not understand that there must be another traitor among the demons who leaked his information?

Mo Baiyi didn't think too much and fought his way out of the encirclement with all his might. In the end, only a remnant soul was left, carrying the fairy crystal with him. He didn't dare to die, and couldn't die. He relied on the Nine-Turn Possession Magic to survive until now.

Now, with the body of "Mu Baijun", he can still survive in the world for more than a hundred years.

His only obsession was to send the Immortal Crystal back to the New Demon Realm.

"In that case, just follow these two villains."

"It's just right to be a downtrodden demon saint who has failed in a fight, fleeing with his family, and looking for a place to stay."

"This way we can go to Xihezhou legitimately."

“As for whether I can escape the clutches of the Three Demon Saints and the Golden Peng Demon Ancestor and find a place to settle down, it all depends on God’s will.”

"Fortunately, I have used secret methods to test them before. These two have no ill will towards Mu Baijun. They should not be traitors."

"Ha, they are just a bunch of lowly people, where can they defect to?"

Mo Baiyi thought about it and felt that Mu Baijun's body was good, his subordinates were ready, and there were sufficient reasons to go to Xihezhou. "Okay," he nodded to Lu Ye and Qianmian Judge, "Let's follow your plan."

"Let's go west..."

"By the way," Mo Baiyi turned around and looked around, "What are you people doing?"

I saw that the interior planks and cabins of the Giant Eagle boat were all made of wood.

There were about two thousand people, men, women, old and young, all sitting on the ground, with a hundred or so jade slips placed on the ground in front of each person.

Some of them who were very skilled in martial arts even placed hundreds of jade slips.

They didn't do anything else but sat cross-legged and concentrated on scanning a jade slip with their spiritual sense to remember it. Then they quickly put it down and took the next one.

The cultivation of some of these people is obviously very shallow. They have not yet cultivated their spiritual consciousness to the foundation-building stage. They are just novices in Qi training.

Therefore, he could only stick the jade slip on his forehead and use his spiritual consciousness to explore the contents of his memory.

With Mo Baiyi's keen eyesight, he naturally saw through at a glance that these two thousand human cultivators, if judged by the standards of the demon race, were all misfits and unworthy of training.

They are all fake spiritual roots, and none of their cultivation is worth his attention. He even despises them as demon soldiers charging into battle.

The Thousand-Faced Judge smiled apologetically.

"Senior, this is a crooked trick I came up with because it is difficult for me to inherit the human race's skills."

He explained it in detail to Mo Baiyi.

The inheritance of human martial arts was scattered, and he and Lu Ye were trying to ensure the continuation of the inheritance.

A humanoid library with more than 2,000 people can always pass on the skills, right?

Those with deeper cultivation will remember more, while those with shallower cultivation only need to remember the most core cultivation and fighting techniques.

After all, the hundreds of arts of cultivating immortals are the flowers on the roots. As long as the roots of Tao grow healthily, the flowers will naturally bloom.

Mo Baiyi frowned and asked back.

"Aren't you afraid that the technique will be leaked?"

Lu Ye shook his head and said he was not afraid.

First, the demon clan is now the ruler, so how can they look down on the inheritance of a mere inferior clan?
Secondly, the highest level of these skills is only Nascent Soul, which is hardly noticed by strong people.

Therefore, overall, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

As for the techniques to achieve the state of Divine Transformation, they have already been passed on to five hundred formal immortal cultivation disciples. It is hoped that in the future a few native Divine Transformation cultivators will emerge from among them.

"What about the combined technique?" Mo Baiyi suddenly asked.

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge explained honestly - the human race does not have any fusion cultivators yet, so where does the fusion technique come from?
Mo Baiyi then asked, "Aren't you afraid that the demons will seize and obtain your human skills?"

They both replied that they were not afraid.

The demon clan is now at its peak, so why would they care about the crude skills practiced by their slaves?
When Mo Bai heard this, he suddenly slapped his knees - Great!
There was a glimmer of regret in his eyes.

When the demons were defeated, he was only concerned with rescuing the remaining people and finding a place to settle down in the other world, but he neglected the inheritance of his skills.

After settling down, many family secrets were lost for various reasons, resulting in heavy losses.

For example, most of the Three Demon Ancestors' Taoist lineage was lost along with their true disciples as they died in battle, and was not passed down.

These skills should have been passed down on a small scale at the beginning.

such a pity.

Mo Baiyi thought to himself that even the demons might not be able to use such a good idea.

First, among the inheritance of the magic skills, those dozen or so immortal clans have secret methods that can reach the top. How could they be willing to announce them?

The second is the fear of falling into the hands of the demon clan. As the saying goes, if you know your enemy and yourself, you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.

The human race is weak and is not afraid of being studied, but the demons are.

Mo Baiyi sighed in his heart. The demon race still had too many shackles. He hoped that this large-scale interbreeding with the two-winged race would give birth to a true new demon race...

He looked at Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge with a little more admiration in his eyes.

Yes, they are two promising talents, but it's a pity that they are not from my demon clan, otherwise it would not be impossible to take them as disciples and teach them the way of Devouring Demon.

Mo Baiyi casually used a move to suck in a few jade slips, simply flipped through them with his spiritual sense, and threw them aside.

Judging from his Mahayana Saint cultivation, all the martial arts in the world are probably simple and crude.

Lu Ye was sweating profusely beside him.

If Mo Baiyi carefully read dozens of jade slips of martial arts techniques, he would probably be able to keenly discover that these martial arts techniques were too complete, mature and systematic, and somewhat abnormal.

Mo Bai's eyes turned and he suddenly asked.

"My dear nephew, do you hate the demon race?"

Lu Ye smiled bitterly.

The Thousand-Faced Judge answered from the side.

"Hate, how can I not hate?"

"The demons see us as two-legged sheep, so we naturally see the demons as slaughter goods to be chopped into pieces."

"It is impossible for the two races to coexist peacefully."

"Unless one side kills all the other side..."

"Of course..." The Thousand-Faced Judge added cautiously, "I'm talking about those damn beast demons, not kind-hearted wood demons like you."

"Demons are different from other monsters."

He spoke so smoothly that he forgot that the person in front of him was also a monster.

Mo Baiyi ignored his small offense, put his hands behind his back in the air, facing the morning glow outside the boat, with many thoughts churning in his mind.

If the demons want to counterattack the ancestral realm, they must not allow the monsters to develop peacefully, and it would be best if they could cause chaos.

Nowadays, the human race seems to be a good candidate for support.

He stirred up turmoil in the demon world for fifty years and witnessed with his own eyes that the human race and the demon race formed a wonderful symbiotic relationship.

Wherever there are monsters, there must be human slaves. The human race is large in number, but they are regarded as blood-eating poultry, talking livestock, and two-legged sheep, and are bullied.

Most humans have been tortured to the point of being numb.

But looking at cultivators like Lu Ye and Thousand-Faced Judge, it is clear that humans also have blood in their veins, and can cultivate to the state of Divine Transformation. It may not be impossible for them to cultivate to the state of Integration and Mahayana in the future.

Moreover, the human race has a strong reproductive ability and their numbers far exceed those of the demon race.

Perhaps, supporting the human race to cause chaos is also a good way.

Once this thought flashed through Mo Baiyi's mind, he could no longer suppress it and fell into deep thought, with all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind like flowing water.

A few hours later.

It was already dawn.

The three demon saints led their army to attack Mu Junlin as usual.

"Report..."

A vanguard Jindan demon general reported to the three demon saints who were talking and laughing and in a good mood with trepidation.

"A deep pit appeared on the Wanhuai Mountain in the Mujun Forest."

"The hundreds of mountains around were all turned into ashes."

"There's not a single one of the wood demons or the lowly tribes inside!"

"They ran away!"

The three demon saints were shocked when they heard this.

"what?"

The Red Tiger Demon Saint’s nose was crooked with anger.