It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 294 Tian Cang Qing Zhe
Even with Li Qinglin's current state of mind, it took him a long time to digest this news.

In the end, he could only sigh with emotion,

"Fellow Taoist Shang... you are really a role model for us. In terms of insidious strategies and courage, Li is far inferior..."

With just a little guessing, you can know how many ups and downs Shang Xuan has experienced in hiding in the Three Mountains of Qingshitan for so many years, and how tortured and uneasy his mental journey must be...

But in the end, she seemed to be reborn from the ashes. In the suffocating darkness that blocked the sky, she finally opened a gap, fluttered her wings, and soared upwards, finally completing the foundation.

Li Qinglin has the illusion of personally participating in the novel biography and seeing the rise of the protagonist.

"As expected, no one in the world of immortality can be trusted. The only one who believes in it is myself."

Li Qinglin muttered silently to himself.

And beyond that,
It was the magic weapon obtained from the fake 'Chunji'.

Things like bone collars were destroyed by the thunderstorm.

Situated high in the cloud-shrouded sky, it looks down at the entire Xiangfeng County in an icy way, as if it has been there for tens of millions of years.

Although he is confident that he can break through to the Golden Elixir realm, there is no need to use this leg bone to create a fake elixir.

After all, under the thunder, all traces turn into charcoal.

[Tian Cang Green Sea Squirt Beast]

The murderer is Han Fei. What does he have to do with Li Qinglin?
"I have been in the world of mortals for a year. Although my realm has not increased, my state of mind has greatly improved. My magic power has completely stabilized, and..."

Only the strange leg bone magic weapon was not damaged, but under the thunderstorm, the bone surface also developed lines that looked like quenching.

"Come on, come on, this rolling world is also my practice."

Li Qinglin murmured to himself, slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.

There are many foundation-building monks who are nearing the end of their lifespan and feel that they have no future. They are willing to pay a huge price, even commit themselves to slavery, and sacrifice their own soul fire to obtain this leg bone.

Li Qinglin felt that among the immortals in the pot, the plant was already as tall as a human being, and every leaf shone with emerald green light, breathing in and out of energy, like a three-tasseled plantain in a fairyland.

And it is conceivable that the fake 'Chunji' who can use the [Celestial Blue Sea Squirt Beast Bone] as a magic weapon and is not too old must be backed by a big force.

A group of special alien beasts living in the Sea of ​​Wind Crystals, the essence of heaven and earth, have no physical body and can travel thousands of miles in a day with the wind. However, once they die, they will leave behind a skeleton and fall from the sky.

Yuxu Sect.

However, this has nothing to do with Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin's eyes flickered.

Although it can be used to refine magic weapons, the most precious thing about this thing is that it is used by Foundation Establishment Perfection monks as a sustenance for achieving false elixirs!
It is even far more in tune with the human body than the Yuan Dan and Beast Dan of some third-level monsters, and the fake elixir achieved through it is even more powerful!

But whether it is traded or given as a gift to an old friend or Taoist friend, it is always the best thing.

[Other distraction: Three spikes of plantain (transformation degree 99%)]

……

Even, it can truly possess the power of a few golden elixir realms!
"It seems like I really found a treasure..."

This leg bone is the remains of a [Celestial Blue Sea Squirt Beast].

The pavilions inside the sect are well-proportioned, with high eaves and corners, and are decorated with various magic circles and restrictions, giving it a scene like a fairy home.

At this time,
In a building in the sect that looks like a screen fan, called the Palace of Life and Life, a white-faced man with a thin figure and fluttering clothes is sitting cross-legged in the hall, holding a fan in his hand.

On the chopping board in front of him, there was an everlasting lamp burning with the fire of life soul.

call!
Suddenly,

A dark wind blew from outside the hall, ignoring the obstruction of the curtains and formations, and blew straight into the room.

Then I saw two soul lamps placed in the inner circle on the chopping board. The flames flickered and then went out with a whoosh.

The white-faced man slowly opened his eyes and saw the two extinguished lamps. Especially when he saw the names under the lamps, his expression changed slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

With a serious look on his face, he moved the magic formula and sent out the letter. After more than ten breaths, a monk in green clothes came quickly and said, cupping his hands and saluting.

"What are your orders, Uncle Mingya?"

Ming Ya said lightly,

"Fei Qi, take my decree and go to Taiping Mountain. Your two junior brothers have died."

Fei Qi's lowered head suddenly raised, with a look of astonishment on his face, and then quickly calmed down, but his voice became slightly trembling,

"Yes!"

Although Fei Qi is only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, her ranking among the true disciples can only be regarded as above average.

However, he was young and mature, generous and benevolent, and many juniors and juniors who started later in life had been mentored by him, and they felt like both teachers and friends.

Fei Qi received a golden decree, stamped her feet, took off in the wind, and followed the formation restrictions to Taiping Mountain.

In just three hours, Fei Qi returned to the sect and came to the Palace of Life and Life.

"Uncle Mingya, Taiping Mountain is in ruins. They were buried under a thunder. The bodies of the two junior brothers cannot be found..."

A trace of sadness flashed across Fei Qi's eyes, and he told all the scenes he had seen and examined.

Ming Ya was silent for a moment and signaled Fei Qi to leave.

Fei Qi made a long bow and her tone was a little choked.
"I also ask the sect to avenge my junior brother. Guang Fengzi is so heartbroken and crazy, we will kill him!"

Ming Ya said calmly: "The sect has its own concerns about this matter. I, a disciple of the Yuxu Sect, cannot say that his death was in vain."

Fei Qi kowtowed to the ground and left slowly.

In the Palace of Life and Life, the sky is shining brightly, illuminating slightly dim soul lamps.

Ming Ya's face was calm, and he recited the "Yellow Urn Five Suffering Wheels Lamp Ritual" once. After saving the lives of those whose lamps were extinguished, he slowly stood up and headed towards a certain direction of Yuxu Sect.

After Mingya flew a stick of incense.

Then there were steep cliffs towering, hawks and birds circling, and waterfalls crashing.

Two dragon snakes formed by the condensed water of the deep blue waterfall rise into the sky, with lifelike long beards and sharp teeth, leaping and winding in the air.

And on the cliff,

There was a person standing quietly, dressed in brocade and white robes, elegant and graceful, quietly watching the clouds rolling and relaxing, and the dragon snakes riding on the mist.

Mingya, who had perfected his foundation building skills, settled on the cliff, but he bowed his hands respectfully and said humbly to the monk in brocade:

"Ming Ya pays homage to Master Wang."

The monk in brocade clothes did not look back, nodded slightly and said,

"What happened?"

Ming Ya replied: "Wan Guo and Mao Qingchen are dead."

The monk in brocade frowned slightly.

Ming Ya continued: "Wang Feilu is also dead."

A cold light flashed across the eyes of the monk in brocade clothes, and white jade-like lines appeared on his body.

In an instant, the mist-riding dragon roared, and instantly collapsed and turned into mist, pouring down.

The entire cliff felt vaguely overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse, with strong winds blowing and flying sand and rocks.

Mingya's face turned slightly pale, and he felt out of breath.

The Master Wang in front of him was the number one true legend sixty years ago, and his status is equivalent to Ji Hao today.

(End of this chapter)