A seal of immortality

Chapter 844 True Demon Qi
In a certain attic, Wang Changsheng and Huang Yan were discussing something.

"Junior Brother Wang, Fellow Daoist Mu told you! He intends to join forces with several demon sects to attack the orthodox sect. What do you think?" Huang Yan asked solemnly.

"The Righteous Way has lost many Nascent Soul cultivators. This is the opportunity for our Demon Dao Sect to rise. Why? Senior Brother Huang objects to this?" Wang Changsheng said with a frown.

"That's not true. It's just that many sects unite to fight, and the damage will inevitably be severe." Huang Yan said hesitantly, as if there was something unspeakable.

Wang Changsheng thought for a moment, then said with a light smile, "Senior Brother Huang, you are worried that our sect will be taken to lead the battle, right?"

"That's exactly what it means."

"Senior Brother Huang, you can rest assured that although Fairy Mu and I have formed a dual cultivator couple, I am still a member of the Nether Corpse Sect. I should protect the interests of the Nether Corpse Sect. My father-in-law also said that he will not favor us. For the Corpse Sect, any important matter is discussed with the great elders of our four sects, and the disciples of the four sects participate together." Wang Changsheng smiled lightly and explained slowly.

"Then don't worry about being a brother. Brother Wang, don't misunderstand. This old man is not trying to provoke the relationship between you and fellow Taoist Mu. After all, this time is related to the rise and fall of our sect, and this old man has to be cautious." Huang Yan nodded and explained.

"I understand Brother Huang's worries, so don't worry! I will not do anything that harms the interests of the sect. Of course, my father-in-law also said that he will not do anything that harms the interests of the Acacia sect. Keep it private."

"That's no problem, the main helm can't be left alone for a long time, so let's do it! The old man will go back to the main helm to do some preparations. Brother Wang, you leave the Acacia sect for the time being, and discuss all matters of the war with fellow Daoist Mu on behalf of the sect. "Huang Yan pondered for a while, and suggested.

"No problem, this matter is on my shoulders, and I will definitely not let this sect suffer." Wang Changsheng agreed wholeheartedly.

After Huang Yan gave a few more instructions, he left.

After sending Huang Yan away, Wang Changsheng flicked his sleeves, and a dozen golden flags flew out, shooting towards the surrounding ground.

With a flash of golden light, a thick golden curtain of light appeared out of thin air, covering him inside.

Wang Changsheng turned his palm, and two porcelain bottles appeared in his hand.

He looked at the two porcelain vases with a hesitant look on his face.

These two porcelain bottles contained the real devil's energy, which he found in the storage bracelet left by Ta Baguang.

Wang Changsheng lifted the cork of a porcelain bottle, and a wisp of black silk-like mist flew out of it.

The black mist rolled and fluctuated, sometimes turned into a miniature dragon and fluttered in mid-air, and sometimes turned erratically like a living thing.

According to the rumors, the true devil's energy is a great tonic for the demonic monks. The demonic monks refine the true devil's energy to make great progress in the magic. Of course, the immortal cultivators who have refined the true devil's energy are essentially already It's not the human race anymore, but the demon race.

However, it is rumored that the real devil's energy is extremely violent, and a cultivator who refines the real devil's energy will easily lose his mind and become mad, turning into a machine that only knows how to kill.

After cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage, Wang Changsheng personally experienced the difficulty of advancing. His possessions are enough for him to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage. The premise is that he can endure loneliness and practice hard for hundreds of years. The monk has strong financial resources, but it is not uncommon for him to be stuck in the early stage of the Nascent Soul for life.

The chance is unclear, and it is very possible that if there is no chance, you will be stuck in the initial stage of the Nascent Soul for life.

Wang Changsheng got some high-level elixir and high-level demon pills in Falling Fairy Valley, enough for Liu Qing to refine several furnaces of ten thousand poison pills, but even if he took these ten thousand poison pills, it would only save him decades of hard work. It is not enough to enter the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

In this way, he came up with the idea of ​​the real devil's qi, but refining the real devil's qi to make great progress in magic skills is just a rumor, no one knows whether it is true or not, and Wang Changsheng did not dare to experiment on himself rashly.

After much deliberation, he gave up the idea. He is still young, so there is no need to rashly try to refine the real devil's energy in order to improve his cultivation, otherwise, if something goes wrong, it will be troublesome.

Just when Wang Changsheng was about to take back the true demon energy into the porcelain bottle, a black light flew out from the storage ring on his hand, it was the sealing pen.

Black light flickered wildly on the surface of the sealing pen, as if it had sensed something.

At this time, the real devil's energy was transforming into a miniature dragon flying in front of Wang Changsheng. As soon as the sealing pen appeared, the miniature dragon seemed to be attracted by some kind of gravity, and quickly sank into the penholder of the sealing pen, disappearing.

"This is..." Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback, his eyes full of doubts.

The sealing pen actually absorbed a ray of real devil's energy, and after absorbing a strand of real devil's energy, the surface of the sealing pen seemed to be brighter.

It stands to reason that if the magic weapon used by the immortal cultivator is contaminated with the energy of the real devil, it will be greatly damaged spiritually, but the sealing pen not only actively absorbs a ray of the energy of the real devil, but also has no spiritual damage at all.

"Could it be that the Immortal Sealing Pen is a magic weapon? It needs to be repaired by absorbing the energy of a real devil?" Wang Changsheng couldn't help but flashed this idea in his mind, his eyes were full of surprise.

If that's the case, he needs to find more real devil energy for the sealing pen to absorb. In addition, he used all his mana to send out a seemingly ordinary attack with the sealing pen, but it was easily broken. It broke the defense of a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, which shows that the Fengxian pen should be a magic weapon of high rank.

In the world of cultivating immortals, apart from magic tools and magic weapons, there is also a special weapon—magic weapons.

The magic weapon is a magic weapon left by the ancient demons. Every time you use a magic weapon, you need to consume a lot of blood and vitality, and you must always beware of the magic energy attached to the magic weapon.

The magic weapon has a very serious flaw. After using it for a long time, the real essence in the cultivator's body will be contaminated with a trace of magic. If the accumulation of magic is too much, it will be backlashed by the magic energy, thus losing its mind and eventually turning into a demon. Dance to death.

Wang Changsheng obtained the Immortal Sealing Pen during the Qi refining period, and he has used it for many years, but there is no abnormality when he uses the Immortal Sealing Pen to make talismans, and he does not lose a lot of blood and energy. This is very different from the rumored magic weapon. Could it be that , The sealing pen is a special magic weapon, and the immortal cultivator can use it at will without any backlash.

After thinking about it, Wang Changsheng felt that only this reason could explain it, otherwise he had been using the Immortal Sealing Pen for many years, and he would not be demonized.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the sealing pen, the surface of the sealing pen flashed wildly for a few times, and then the light on the surface shrank.

Wang Changsheng put away the sealing pen and another porcelain bottle, and took out a brocade handkerchief the size of a millstone from his arms, on which a topographic map was drawn.

(End of this chapter)