5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 9 Under the alchemy, all are mortals

In an instant, in the boundless darkness, a misty sword light danced across the sky.

"This sword light!"

The faces of the three congenitals all changed, and two of them fell to the ground without a sound when the psychedelic sword light pierced through their heads before they could muster up their strength.

"After the sword qi is transformed, you are at the alchemy stage."

The remaining gray-haired old man spoke in a difficult tone.

The young man in front of him is actually at the alchemy stage!
The Acquired Stage and the Xiantian Stage are all divided into four small realms: Beginning, Middle, High, and Dzogchen. Only when you transform from the Xiantian Dzogchen to the Alchemy Stage will you be a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, otherwise you will be a mortal and will eventually die.

The period of alchemy can be said to be a watershed for immortals.

The gray-haired old man stood where he was, a line of blood split between his brows, and dark red blood flowed out.

Just a little bit, his head was pierced through.

"I promise not to tell about Jiutian Yan Jingtie, spare my life." He lost the will to fight again, and his fingers trembled in fear.

Jiang Ling didn't pay attention to him, the sword shadow was raging in his eyes, and the sword energy was soaring all over his body, which made the old man's eyelids twitch in shock.

He will never let anyone live, these three congenital stages will definitely die.

"The strength is not bad, you can survive my sword." Jiang Ling looked at the old man in gray lightly.

"You are actually a long-lost sword cultivator." The gray-clothed old man's face was full of disbelief.

"I'm Mo Shanhai, from the Mo family. If you let me go, our Mo family can tell you a big secret."

"Oh?" Jiang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly.

However, at this moment, the gray-clothed old man suddenly disappeared from where he was, and rushed to Jiang Ling in the blink of an eye. He was wearing a pair of fingerless gloves, and his punches erupted like a flood. The temple of Gangneung.

"It's too slow."

An indifferent voice sounded leisurely, and Jiang Ling suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared, he was already behind the old man.

He stretched out one hand and grabbed the old man's head.

"Please forgive me..."

The old man's face was terrified, and before he could finish speaking, a sharp sword aura shot out from his fingertips, crushing his head.

Blood mixed with brains splashed all over the ground, but none of them fell on Jiang Ling.

Even if he is from the Mo family, Jiang Ling can still kill him.

"Play sneak attack with me? You are still far behind."

Jiang Ling smiled slightly, and found some pills from the corpse, they were all low-end things, but they were panaceas for ordinary people.

Jiang Ling took off the glove from the corpse's hand and looked at it.

"It's too poor, a mid-innate talent actually uses a low-grade real weapon." He shook his head involuntarily.

Real artifacts, magical artifacts, and so on are all called by mortals, but anyone who has formed an alchemy and set foot on the immortal journey is despised. What they use is a spiritual weapon, and every spiritual weapon is invaluable.

"Huh? Another key."

Jiang Ling frowned, and found an ancient key from a pile of sundries, which was exactly the same as the key that Bu Xuri gave him.

Jiang Ling didn't have time to think about it, so he put away the key first, then sat down on the spot, and took out the piece of Nine Heavens Crystal Iron.

"My cultivation can break through."

His eyes were fiery. This piece of Nine Heavens Flame Crystal Iron has been tempered and can be absorbed directly.

"Om."

Jiang Ling closed his eyes, a tiny and vague little sword slowly appeared between his brows, this was his sword pill.

As soon as Jian Dan touched the Jiutianyan crystal iron, he absorbed it like a wild wolf that had been hungry for a long time, and quickly absorbed the Jiutianyan crystal iron.

"As long as the sword core is completely digested, the cultivation that has been stagnant for a thousand years will be broken through." Jiang Ling is in a good mood.

After absorbing the Nine Heavens Yan Crystal Iron, the sword core has grown a bit bigger and more condensed, but it still needs time to slowly absorb the energy.

He took the sword pill back to the sea of ​​consciousness, and looked at Mo Shanhai's body lightly.

You also think I'm a sword cultivator?People who have met me think that I am a sword cultivator, but I have more than one golden core.

Jiang Ling smiled slightly and stood up.

At this time, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the sword-shaped pill was wrapped in a blood-colored pill and rotated in a mysterious trajectory, and this blood pill was Jiangling's second golden pill.

Jiang Ling searched the vicinity, and unexpectedly found a living creature, a woman who fell into the mud pit, she looked quite young, probably about 25 years old, her complexion was pale, and there was only a trace of breath left.

She looks very similar to that Bu Xuri, so she should be his daughter.

Jiang Ling used Bu Xuri's Jiutianyan crystal iron, and owed him a favor, so he might as well save her daughter's life, otherwise, he was going to silence her.

"My heart was shattered, but you can still survive until now. You are lucky to meet me."

Jiang Ling took out a jade bottle from his pocket, poured out the elixir for her to eat, and took her home after stabilizing her injury.

At the same time, the news of the death of the three major congenitals had spread, and those who knew it were all shocked.

Mo's Group, in a luxurious suite, Mo Qianshan was lying on the bed enjoying the ultimate service from an internet celebrity beauty, when suddenly a message popped up on the phone next to the bed.

He glanced dissatisfied, and suddenly changed his face.

"What, fourth uncle Mo Shanhai is dead! Everything is gone? It's over, it's over."

He kicked away the internet celebrity beauty, and his subordinates yelled furiously: "Hurry up and check for me!"

……

Jiang Ling took the woman home, examined her carefully, and found that she had fallen into a deep coma, with wounds of varying severity all over her body, and the wounds were seriously infected and needed to be cleaned up immediately.

So Jiang Ling took off her clothes and pants, put her in the bathtub, and helped her scrub her body clean, washing her body several times to remove the mud stains.

"It seems that I'm still young." Feeling his body reacting, he couldn't help but smile.

But Jiang Ling didn't feel much in his heart, and it's not like he hasn't seen it before.

After scrubbing and applying medicine to the wound, Jiang Ling opened a secret door on the floor, which was the hidden basement.

The moment the basement was opened, a colorful light mixed with various medicinal fragrances floated out.

There is a lot of space inside, and it is completely isolated from the outside. The huge open space is full of various rare herbs.

In addition, there are small formations inside to supplement the aura of herbs, forming a world of its own, forming a complete ecological chain.

"This is something I have spent hundreds of years cultivating."

Looking at the various herbs growing vigorously, Jiang Ling felt emotional.

The woman's heart was broken, and she had to use the three talents to return to heaven to remedy it.

Sancai's Return to Heaven Pill requires several rare herbs to make it, if Jiang Ling hadn't taken Bu Xuri's Nine Heavens Flame Crystal Iron, he would be reluctant to make it for his daughter.

After Jiang Ling refined the elixir for her to drink, he soaked her naked body in the medicine bucket.

"The injury is too serious. Even if you take the elixir regularly, you have to take a medicated bath every day to heal slowly."

After he finished his busy work, it was already dawn, and he went to school after tidying up a little.

As for the woman at home, it was still a question of when she would wake up, let alone walk, and he didn't take it to heart.

As soon as he sat down in the classroom, Jiang Ling found that the drawers were full of envelopes and colorful papers.

"What is this?" He was full of doubts.

"It's a love letter." At the same table, Qin Mengjiao stuck out her tongue at Jiangling.

Jiang Ling's crazy performance on the basketball court yesterday conquered countless female students in the school.

When Qin Mengjiao thought of Jiang Ling's unique love letter to her, she felt very happy in her heart.

"Here, the school flower entrusted me to hand it over to you." Mo Youlan walked over helplessly and handed Jiang Ling a postcard.

She was friends with the school belle, and Mo Youlan was too embarrassed to refuse her requests.

Jiang Ling glanced at Mo Youlan, and casually opened the postcard. It wasn't a love letter, but a WeChat account was written inside, which belonged to the school girl, meaning that Jiang Ling should take the initiative to add her.

"It's quite arrogant." Jiang Ling laughed it off.

"Do you have time? Can you talk to me?" Mo Youlan pursed her lips and whispered.

"If it's related to jade pendants, then there's no time."

Just as Jiang Ling finished speaking, a generous palm "slapped" on his shoulder.

Is a face-to-face young man.

He pressed Jiang Ling's shoulder with one hand, and patted the desk vigorously with the other: "This classmate, Mo Youlan said that he wanted to talk to you, didn't you hear?"

Jiang Ling glanced at him, this person is not a student in the class.

As if seeing Jiang Ling's doubts, Mo Youlan took the initiative to explain: "His name is He Hao, and he is my bodyguard."

After hearing Mo Youlan's introduction, He Hao grinned: "Mo Youlan asked my master to teach her self-defense. I came to the school to protect Mo Youlan. With me here, no one can bully her."

"Please step aside and block my light."

Jiang Ling opened the love letters nonchalantly and looked through them. Anyway, he was bored, so he simply looked at how girls write love letters nowadays.

Not to mention, a few of them are written really well, and the atmosphere is very good.

"you!"

He Hao blushed with anger, but he didn't attack, just smiled coldly:
"Your name is Jiang Ling, right? You are actually a pervert. I heard that you hid an old photo. Everyone said you were secretly looking at the photo. Hehehe, you are all men. Share it with me."

As soon as the words fell, the whole class roared with laughter.

However, amidst the roaring laughter, there was a crisp "slap", Jiang Ling didn't lift his head, and slapped He Hao with his hands.

In an instant, the audience was silent.

"If you don't know how to speak, just say a few words." Jiang Ling's voice was sudden.

"You!" He Hao covered his face, burning with pain, "Jiang Ling, do you want to die!"

During the violent roar, He Hao slammed his strength violently, and the muscles all over his body suddenly protruded, stretching the loose clothes into tights.

"Mortal, I will show you the power of the mid-acquired days!"

He yelled and rushed towards Jiangling, his fists swept through the air, making a harsh sound of piercing the air.

When the two fists were close, Jiang Ling forced He Hao to stop with a finger on the fist, then grabbed his collar and lifted him out of the window, hanging in the air on the 6th floor.

"Ah, don't let go, don't let go!" He Hao looked down and screamed on the spot, this is the 6th floor, Jiang Ling just grabbed his neckline with one hand!
"What is a mortal? Under the alchemy, everyone is a mortal. You are no exception."

The indifferent voice vibrated in He Hao's ear.

(End of this chapter)