Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 162: Victory over Demons, Burns the Camp

"It's the Migu Flower."

As soon as Li Cunxiao saw Decong's expression, he knew that the matter was done.

"The main ingredient of the fifth-level tranquilizing pill can only be effective in your hands."

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense."

Decong picked up the jade-like flower, the golden stamens on it looked like real gold.

Although this magical herb has no smell, Decong flared his nostrils slightly, showing an intoxicated look.

"It's old enough and well-preserved. This drum flower is in excellent condition."

"Let me think about it. Last time you asked about the Duanxu Pill. Is there anyone around you with a missing limb?"

Decong is just not good at socializing, but he is just as perceptive.

Ever since Li Cunxiao successfully transformed from a god into a human, he couldn't help but think about the matter of alchemy and recalled the whole process of their acquaintance.

When you give someone a gift, you must have something in mind. The scene of their first meeting quickly came to mind.

"Exactly. That's Shi Tie, the senior brother of my escort agency. His left arm was cut off three months ago."

Li Cunxiao hurriedly recounted the details of Shi Tie's broken arm. Before coming, he had specially visited the other party just for this moment.

Decong was not impatient this time. He listened carefully before saying:

"In his case, only the Suspension Pill can help."

"This elixir isn't too difficult to refine, but the main ingredients are hard to find. However, people in the temple often need it, so we're always searching for it."

"How about this, I'll accept the Mi Gu Hua. If I start refining the Duan Xu Dan later, I'll give you one in advance. How about that?"

"Thank you very much, Master," Li Cunxiao bowed deeply.

If it were someone else, he might have thought it was just a flattering statement, but the other party was the head of Yaowang Academy.

Decong has always been straightforward and always keeps his word. This is one of the reasons why he is still famous despite his eccentric temper.

Moreover, Li Cunxiao had learned about it before coming.

In a sense, the Interruption Pill and the Calming Pill are both essential strategic resources for the sect.

The latter is a safeguard on the road to the true form, directly related to the cultivation of the strong, and its importance is self-evident;

As for the former, as the other party said, there are bound to be people who are injured in battle in a martial arts sect.

At this time, as long as there is a hope, even if this hope is only obtained by a few people who have contributed to the sect, it can greatly enhance the cohesion of the sect members.

Therefore, the materials for the Interruption Pill and the Calming Pill were not collected by Decong personally. The reward and purchase of the main materials for these two kinds of pills were originally the long-term tasks of the Dharma Inner Court.

With Li Cunxiao's current status, he can also take the Miguhua to the inner courtyard of Damo and exchange it for good deeds.

But since I can come directly to Decong and gain his favor, it is of course better not to pass it on.

As for when you can get the Duanxu Pill, you will have to wait for a while.

Regarding this, both he, Zhang Lishi and Shi Tie were mentally prepared.

"Hey, Li Cunxiao, how is your cultivation now?"

Decong put away the drum flower and suddenly coughed.

"Just opened a meridian."

Li Cunxiao answered truthfully. Now he no longer needed to hide his shortcomings. Only by showing more of his talents could he attract more investment.

"So fast?"

Decong was really surprised.

He met De Zheng at the door of his meditation room yesterday and indeed discovered that he had broken through the Huangting, but he thought at most that he had opened one acupoint, or two or three acupoints.

After all, after being reborn as a god, Li Cunxiao had a deep foundation that was incomparable to ordinary people.

The refining of true Qi relies on the essence, blood and Qi of the physical body as nourishment.

In other words, the deeper the foundation of muscles and internal organs, the more true Qi can be transformed after breaking through the Huangting, and of course the more acupoints can be opened.

But the fact that he opened up an entire meridian right after the breakthrough was not only horrifying, but also rare.

"Is the foundation forged with a unique skill so terrifying?"

A hint of envy suddenly appeared in Decong's eyes.

If he had such a strong foundation, how could he be stumped by the seventh-level elixir now?
But I thought this in my heart, but I couldn't say it out loud:

"Yes, he has already achieved a lineage of cultivation right after the breakthrough."

"When you have achieved minor success in Huangting and opened the three meridians, come find me again."

"During this period, just focus on your cultivation. Regarding the slaughterhouse, there's naturally something to worry about. Also, take these pharmacological studies and read them."

Before Li Cunxiao could say anything, Decong stuffed a book half a man's height into his arms, and he couldn't even bow.

I could only nod helplessly and turn away.

Only when Li Cunxiao's back disappeared from his sight did Decong frown and rub his bald head continuously.

"What a good boy! He's already opened a meridian so quickly. Doesn't that mean he'll be able to reach the threshold of minor success in a month or two and help me refine materials?"

"With such a high talent, why would I waste time in a slaughterhouse? Of course, I should quickly improve my cultivation."

Of course, Li Cunxiao didn't know what Decong was planning, he just sighed in his heart.

Although the evil energy that can be provided by the second- and third-level demons will inevitably decrease after he has been promoted to Huangting, a few mosquitoes are still meat. It is a pity to give up the harvest of the slaughterhouse.

"Fortunately, there is the Linglong Tower in my dream. Now that I have reached the Huangting level, I can go to the fourth floor. I hope there will be more fourth-level monsters and they will refresh faster."

Thinking of this, my body was filled with energy again.

Since there are no trivial matters to worry about, it would be a good time to practice.

Li Cunxiao spent the entire morning practicing the first move of the Hell of Fire Spear, the Hell of Waiting Suffering.

It can be said that it is worthy of being a top-grade martial art. Even for an entry-level move, the requirements for the coordination of muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and true energy are so high that they cannot be compared with mid-grade martial arts.

If learning the sword technique of Yasha is as difficult as writing your name on a peanut;

The difficulty of learning the Hellfire Spear is like writing a seven-character quatrain on a grain of raw rice.

Fortunately, with the help of the vajra, the most difficult step of separating the demon has been achieved, and the rest is just a matter of practice makes perfect.

Half a morning passed and Li Cunxiao was already touching the threshold.

In the afternoon, in addition to practicing shooting, he also took some time to look through the pharmacology given by Decong.

It was beneficial to the foundation laid by King Mu Gong of the East in the dream. More than half of these books contained content that he was familiar with.

It is not easy to master, but it is also a piece of cake.

And at night, it is time to meditate and practice qigong.

After several rounds of wasting of Qi-accumulating pills, there are only two bottles left.

In daily practice, it is naturally impossible to swallow as much as when using a vajra.

Not to mention the waste of medicinal power, he also planned to keep some of these Qi-accumulating pills to use to restore his true energy in critical moments of future battles.

But surprisingly, for some reason, Decong was not so sure. At dusk, Yuan Can brought another bottle of Qi-accumulating pills, saying that the abbot was urging him to practice well.

Li Cunxiao was completely bewildered by the other party's inexplicable gift, but after all, he was nominally an apprentice in the alchemy room, so how could he refuse the elixir given by Decong? He could only accept it reluctantly and then asked Yuan Can to convey his gratitude on his behalf.

Just after 9:15 in the evening, Li Cunxiao stopped meditating, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

In the days after the Ullambana Festival, I don’t know whether the golden circle was spiritual and knew that he was preparing to break through the Huangting, or because he had killed too many people in the previous few days and exhausted the evil spirit contained in it.

He didn't dream again for five days.

As for last night, he practiced for half the night, so naturally there was no movement.

But now that he has obtained the Purple Flame Snake Spear and has begun to practice the Fire Hell Spear, it won't be long before the Governor's Office and Tiangu Temple will join forces to suppress the Ming Cult, which will be another opportunity to increase the evil spirit.

Before that, he must do everything he can to increase his strength.

At a time when the job in the slaughterhouse cannot be sustained for the time being, the evil spirit of the Linglong Tower in the dream is the only substantial income.

So when he fell asleep, Li Cunxiao was full of anticipation.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep, and a familiar feeling came over him.

When he opened his eyes again, the familiar face of Dong Wang Mu Gong appeared before him.

"Qingtong," Taiyi Zhenren stroked his beard, looking quite satisfied.

He and Monk Qieci are masters of the same level, and he could not hide the other party's departure from him.

Now that the fat monk is gone and Li Cunxiao has broken through the Huangting, he can pass on the burning wood knife that comes with the Jiaomu Jiaojun Gong.

In this way, it will be easier to lure, no, persuade good disciples to change their practice in the future.

Thinking of this, he was about to speak when he saw Li Cunxiao rushing in front of him, his eyes shining:

"Dad, I want to go to Linglong Tower to practice."

"This"

Taiyi Zhenren hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Anyway, the fat monk is not here, so we don’t need this little time.

Let Li Cunxiao chop for a while. He won't kill many, so he should be tired, right?
In a forest in Songzhou.

Two or three hundred strong men were practicing square formations there, rehearsing in coordination with military drums and calls.

The shouts and cries of killing were deafening. In the village at the foot of the mountain, the villagers heard the unusual noise but did not find it strange.

Occasionally, people in white clothes and black hats would come out of the mountains and meet them. They would put their hands together and worship devoutly.
"If there were an enlightened messenger who appeared in the world to teach sentient beings and free them from suffering,

Those in white clothes and black hats also saluted. After entering the village, they soon returned with carts of grain to transport back to the mountains.

This is obviously a nest operated by the Ming Cult.

"Any news on the various places regarding food supplies and military training?"

In the Ming Cult's camp, Hall Master Cao Zhenghao was looking through documents and questioning his subordinates.

"This Hall Master, apart from the message sent by General Liu a few days ago, there is no news about the other generals yet."

Cao Zhenghao snorted coldly upon hearing this, "These guys are almost accustomed to disobeying orders."

Throughout the Qin Empire, military governors and military governors were everywhere, and the situation within the Ming Cult was not much better.

In the early years, the Mingjiao was the main target of the imperial court and Buddhism, and everyone wanted to kill it like a rat crossing the street.

In order to protect themselves, they had to break up into smaller groups and disperse to various places, thus giving rise to different branches.

Although the leader Mingzun has been born and integrated and unified it with an invincible attitude, the hall masters and helmsmen in various places have different backgrounds and regions, and have also formed many factions.

For example, Cao Zhenghao went on the expedition under the order of Ming envoy Li Guibo and served as the vanguard of the army. The only person who could be considered his own was Liu Weizhi.

The remaining four people, on the one hand, were used to being the boss, and on the other hand, they were in the true form realm and had no time to fight with the devil, let alone use their brains.

In this way, naturally, everything is done according to one's own temperament.

There were frequent wars among the feudal lords in the past, and this factor may have been one of them.

The guards and commanders were just arrogant at first, but the more they practiced, the stupider and more vicious they became.

"We are here not only to expand the foundation of the Holy Church, but also to absorb more brothers and sisters."

"On the other hand, we must clear the obstacles for King Huang to enter the capital. We can't continue to be so careless."

Cao Zhenghao himself came from the True Form Realm, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to deal with warriors at this level.

"First, accept all the boys and girls from Liu Weizhi's place. This is the key to the Holy Church's training of masters, and we cannot afford to lose any of them."

"Don't worry, Hall Master. When we received the letter from General Liu seven days ago, the team had already set out. They should be near the state capital now."

"Humph, Bai Xiangshan, the Great Qin is almost destroyed, yet you are still acting like a guard dog, trying to go against the trend of the times and become an enemy of the Holy Church."

Cao Zhenghao showed disdain. If the other party did not have thousands of elite soldiers and the support of Tiangu Temple De Zheng, he would have sent troops to attack them long ago.

"Once the demon-conquering envoy arrives, all these people will die."

"Really? I'm just afraid you won't see that day."

Suddenly a gentle voice rang in his ears, and Cao Zhenghao was startled, and all the true energy in his body was about to burst out.

But the next moment, a chubby hand pressed on his forehead, and everything in front of him suddenly went dark, and he couldn't move a muscle at all.

The surroundings seemed to have suddenly turned from day to night. Cao Zhenghao was terrified, as if he had returned to his childhood, walking alone on a country road at night while fleeing famine.

It was pitch dark all around, and I was cold and hungry, feeling like I would die at any moment.

Forty or fifty years have passed, and he hasn't experienced this feeling of being helpless for a long time.

"call!"

Just like a drowning person being rescued, the moment his eyes saw light again, Cao Zhenghao couldn't help but gasp violently, but he only inhaled a breath of hot smoke.

He looked around in confusion, but what caught his eye was not a neatly arranged camp, but a burning camp.

Wailing, broken limbs, charred flesh, cracked earth
Everything he saw before his eyes looked like a picture of hell. In an instant, he seemed to have lost all his cultivation. His knees went weak and he fell to the ground, trembling as he looked at the fat, white monk beside him.

"Predecessors"

Monk Qieci remained unmoved, and counted the boxes piled high in front of him:

"Two hundred and sixty bottles of pills! More than half of them are human flesh pills, damn it!"

Cao Zhenghao was horrified. Before he could even open his mouth, his head exploded like a watermelon. His body fell to the ground, deader than dead.

"It's a shame. I wasted so much time and effort to find the four Mingjiao lairs in the deep mountains, and all I got was some Qi-accumulating pills."

"Other high-level pills are all poisonous and harmful. They cannot be used for my disciple."

Qici sighed and felt a little depressed.

If Cao Zhenghao were still alive, he might feel relieved after hearing this:
It turned out that it was not that the Ming generals did not obey orders, but that they were all dead, and of course there was no one to pass on the message.

"Never mind, with these, at least it's enough for Li Cunxiao to open the Twelve Classics."

"The Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Let's wait until he has completed them. I wonder if he has mastered the Fire Spear yet?"

The fat monk grabbed the flames that stretched for hundreds of meters with his hand, and they were all collected in his hand, turning into a giant flaming python.

Upon closer inspection, there seemed to be countless evil spirits wailing and struggling inside.

"Oh right, that demon just mentioned the state capital. I remember there was a Mingjiao camp there."

(End of this chapter)