Gods and Immortals

Without the clamor of new students, the training camp was deserted, only some slave servants and guard soldiers who were in charge of daily affairs hurried past.

A little girl, wearing a crown of fairy arts students on her head, with two blue belts hanging down, with vines and green buds patterned on them, symbolizing that she is a wood-type fairy arts student.

The large black robe seemed a little out of line with her figure, but the slaves and guards in the training camp didn't dare to ask more questions when they saw the girl's attire.

In the training ground near the academy, the group arenas that were held in previous years were interrupted this year due to too many dead people in the underground palace. Therefore, no one has visited these arenas for a long time. Although there are servants who often clean them, they still seem very desolate.

The girl put her hands in the capacious gown of the fairy arts class, and wandered unsteadily outside the training ground, sniffing here and there with her nose from time to time, which attracted several guarding soldiers to look over curiously.

"The training camp has been closed, please leave the academy students!"

A responsible soldier raised his spear and called out to the girl, but seeing that it was a little girl, he didn't have much defense.

But the girl glanced at the soldier, and snorted coldly, "Hmph, no one who can ask my mother to leave has yet to be born!"

After all, the girl's robe shook, and several streaks of purple light shot out from under the robe, like streaks of purple lightning instantly piercing the throats of those soldiers.

"Uh...uh..." Before the soldier could react, the purple light had pierced through the throat, and blood gushed out, blocking the trachea, and he could only let out a dying scream.

The girl struck fiercely, and several guards were already dead in a snap of the fingers, blood spattering all over the place.

"Tch, with this little defense, how could Lord Zhu Yan be trapped..." The little girl stared at the class clothes of the wood-type immortal arts student, and glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground.Walk towards the arena.

At the edge of the arena, the stone gate that used to be the entrance to the underground palace is now tightly closed. If you don't look carefully, you will definitely not see a door here.

Qinghe'er lifted the belt on the crown, and stared at the invisible gap carefully, "If the idiot in the academy hadn't told me, I really wouldn't be able to tell that this is the entrance to the underground palace... "

Qing He'er smiled lowly, her pink face was filled with excitement as if she had done something bad, and she stretched out her small hand with sharp claws.Slowly slid in along the gap in the stone gate.Wherever the sharp claws went, the edge of the stone door collapsed with a "Kaka", vulnerable to a single blow in Qinghe'er's small hands, like tofu being chopped into pieces.

With the gap to enter the underground palace, Qing He'er no longer struggled, she swung around with her big furry tail, the purple light was fleeting, and disappeared into the gap in the stone gate.

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"Among the sacrificial ceremonies, there is another kind of ritual of descending from the gods. It is said that those priests with insufficient cultivation can use the gods to descend from the gods to help their believers complete their prayers."

"Men are yang and women are yin. Usually women are good at dancing, so they use witch dance to invite gods to come down, so you often see witches dance in sacrificial ceremonies. The effect of praying and divination is more effective, while men are mostly priests. Exactly, interfering with external gods. This is a common behavior in trance."

Flame Spider said slowly: "But everyone, don't think that this mortal spirit is so powerful..."

"Shangshen doesn't have time to take care of these trivial matters, let alone condescending to a third-rate priest whose vitality has not yet been fully charged..."

"That's why most of the spirits and gods are recruited by the art of descending the gods. You can say that they are demons, but they are cultivated in the orthodox origin force, and they can also achieve the goal of the divination seeker. Therefore, for thousands of years, , the art of descending the gods sounds majestic and majestic, but it has never been on the stage." Yan Zhu smiled lightly, "What's more, if the little gods invited have benefited from the trust of ordinary people, they are unwilling to leave the invitation. If the body of the god is stuck inside and does not leave, the one who invites the god has no choice but to lose his life in vain."

"Okay, I've talked a lot today, I hope you all will think about it when you go back, if you can really master the lesson of divination, it may not be impossible to step into the ranks of Wuzheng with the help of Yabu from the Temple of Wuzheng..." Yan Zhu said The priests outside the hall beckoned. Those priests entered the hall and distributed a piece of animal skin cloth full of words to everyone.

Mo Xuan took it over and took a look. On the top of the animal skin cloth was written a line of big characters, "Yunmeng Benhuyou", and below it were densely packed seal characters, explaining the details and connotations of divination in detail, probably like a textbook.

"Running in clouds and dreams is the essentials of divination. Go back and have a look. It doesn't matter whether you will become priests in the Temple of the Witch God or not in the future. It won't do any harm." Yan Zhu ordered, and Mo Xuan took the animal skin cloth away. Woke up, this thing really is a textbook.

"Mo Xuan stays, the others can go..."

Many students in the hall turned their heads to look at Mo Xuan, and immediately took the animal skin cloth, and exited the hall cautiously. Hearing what Yan Spider said, Mo Xuan sat in the corner of the hall in embarrassment, looked at Yan Spider, and also I don't know what she's going to do with her.

"What happened last night, I've heard that you bet against the three tigers of the Holy Temple in the third grade?" Yan Zhu glanced at Mo Xuan, across a few rows of empty seats, straight to the point.

Mo Xuan scratched his chin, nodded and said, "There is such a thing..."

"Hmph, after the night watchman came back, he told the teachers about this matter to the school teachers. Now many teachers know about the bet the day after tomorrow. You, a first-year student, broke into the residence of the third-year students just after school started. , It’s really a bit impolite to provoke seniors.”

Mo Xuan was quite helpless, "It's just that I went the wrong way. The three tigers in the holy temple are not forgiving, and Huang Quan is even compared. I can't help but agree."

"Is it really the wrong way?" Yan Zhu looked at Mo Xuan indifferently, "As an old monster, can't I still smell that little fox?"

Mo Xuan's face suddenly changed. It turned out that the Yan Spider had already found the trace of the green fox. From this point of view, didn't the masters in the academy know that there was a demon clan invading?

"The monsters from outside sneak in and find some spiritual fruits and herbs to eat. It happens every year, so most of us turn a blind eye and close one eye, pretending not to know, let these monsters go away... ..."

Yan Zhu said lightly: "Don't waste your energy on this kind of thing, it's serious to practice your studies well, understand?"

Mo Xuan frowned slightly. The Flame Spider said that there were monsters from the outside world coming in to find food, which made sense. After all, the green fox left at night and never came back. It must have done something to him or others. conspiracy.

But how to explain the tingling sensation of Bailianna Ring?The green fox will appear when you get close, is it just a coincidence that the green fox is carrying a treasure that can trigger the ring?

"Thank you, Teacher Yanzhu, for your teaching." Mo Xuan bowed, and temporarily responded to Yanzhu's words. Although he felt that the matter was still strange, Xuegong had no intention of pursuing it at all. It is more important to urge them to cure Feng Wuyi's illness as soon as possible.

"The wind in our dormitory seems to be sick because of what happened to the green fox last night. Please take care of Teacher Yanzhu..."

After Mo Xuan finished speaking, Yan Zhu responded lightly, "Okay, go, go back and take a good look at Yunmeng Benhuyou, and I will go to see you with other Wu Zheng teachers in the farming and mulberry class of the second grade the day after tomorrow. of gambling."

Mo Xuan looked at Yan Spider speechlessly. She dragged the huge spider body and got into the cauldron again. There was no movement, so he could only leave the hall by himself, and went back to the house.

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After eating the meat and millet cakes for lunch, Mo Xuan sat in the empty residence, preparing for the afternoon practice.

The course arrangement of the academy is not strict, except for major and minor courses, students can choose whether to take other courses.

The fairy art class will last until evening, and only the farming and mulberry class in the afternoon. Mo Xuan, a senior student who has been studying in the academy for three years, already knows almost everything about the farming and mulberry class.

Not to mention the level of Moxuan's farming and mulberry courses, the knowledge of agriculture and commerce he learned from later generations is enough to teach any farming and mulberry teacher in the academy.

Of course, he won't do this, because if there is this world, it's better to practice quickly and absorb all the remaining spiritual power of the fire python demon pill, so that he can free up his hands to collect the next demon pill as soon as possible.

After closing the door, Mo Xuan put on his gloves.

There is no need to wear gloves for meditation and absorbing the spiritual power of the demon pill, but what Mo Xuan needs is the imprint left by Huang Quan on the glove, there is a reminder of the imprint, and the reaction of Bailian accepting the ring. response.

Cross your legs and close your eyes, meditating.

The Fire Python Demon Pill was held in Mo Xuan's hand, strands of golden energy continuously circled around the Fire Python Demon Pill, and the layers of spiritual power in the Demon Pill were peeled off by the suction in Mo Xuan's body, and then melted into the golden in the Yuanli.

Dots of fire spirits protruded from the demon core, and flew away from the golden Yuanli as if they were afraid of avoiding it. If they couldn't dodge, they were touched by the tentacles extending from the Yuanli, and immediately collapsed and disappeared. There is only a trace, only the purest spiritual power left.

Outside the body, the rich spiritual energy billowing from the Four Elephant Monument, mixed with the icy chill emanating from the Myoshen River, is so clear and pure that almost all the pores of Mo Xuan's body are relaxed.

In his previous life, Mo Xuan had never had such a unique cultivation environment, so he naturally didn't know the concept of soaring cultivation base.

But in this world, the spiritual power of the Yaodan and the Four Elephants Monument gave Mo Xuan enough motivation to practice, enabling him to achieve the most terrifying cultivation speed despite his not top-notch cultivation talent.

In the chakras, the energy is accumulating and growing at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye.

Mo Xuan concentrated his mind, and was not excited by the rapid accumulation of Yuanli, because he knew that he was still far away from the level he wanted to achieve in the end.

... (To be continued..)