Chapter 1,110 Lieshan Clan (Part 1)

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Xu Junming is a martial artist who cultivates both Taoism and Taoism. Every small step forward in his cultivation requires almost a thousand times as much time as an ordinary Qi practitioner.

Fortunately, with the help of the Calabash Vine spiritual root, he could also refine various spiritual pills, coupled with the Dayan Divine Mirror and the great magical power of Time, he was able to make further progress within 300,000 years.

Moreover, there is also a foundation laid in the past 30 million years. Otherwise, it would take three times more time to break through.

In view of the time, energy, and huge amount of resources required to practice two martial arts together, he also thought about giving up martial arts. After all, he has reached the peak of cultivating alone and his strength is still astonishing.

And with the resources he currently has at his disposal, in the same amount of time and with his current cultivation, he can definitely become a Hunyuan Celestial Immortal.

But every time this thought came up, he quickly put it to death.

Especially in Pangu Yuanling's memory, he saw him using Pangu's ax to destroy three thousand chaos demon gods in a shocking battle.

The idea of ​​cultivating both martial arts and Tao became even more determined.

Having so many resources but not being able to become the strongest is a failure for yourself.

After taking a long breath, he gathered his magic power and stood up slowly.

Step out of the house and look at the lush islands and the calm Black Mirror Lake in the distance.

After staying for many years, I also had the idea of ​​leaving.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, seeing the aura of the stone palace behind. After a moment, a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing a navy blue robe, holding a bamboo stick and wearing a golden crown walked over.

"teacher."

Looking at the disciple in front of him, Xu Junming smiled and nodded.

This son's name is Chao Yangfeng, the eighth Daluo Jinxian newly promoted to Chongshan Academy in the past 300,000 years.

Nowadays, the entire Chongshan Academy is managed by the executive committee composed of seven great Luo Jinxian, Bai Zangling, Dating Zangshan, Feng Zangyun, Xue Zangyang, Ji Zangyue, Gong Lingfeng, and Ji Xuanyue.

If you have Chao Yangfeng and become a Daluo Jinxian, you are naturally qualified to join it.

However, the larger the number of people, the lower the efficiency of the executive committee. Therefore, although Youchao Yangfeng received the honorific title of deacon, he could not participate in the final decision-making.

In order to avoid internal classification, letting him guard this black fog swamp became the best choice.

Moreover, without Daluo Jinxian's cultivation, he could not stop those poisonous insects and ferocious beasts outside like wolves and tigers.

"Get up."

Opening his left palm, an oil lamp slowly emerged and flew in front of Youchao Yangfeng.

"This lamp is called the 'Purple Sun Lamp'. It is the Hunyuan Spiritual Treasure of the Three Realms. I will give it to you today."

During the Lich War, Xu Junming, who was responsible for collecting corpses, harvested too many treasures.

Even after equipping each of the sixteen demon gods with magical weapons, there are still many left. In addition, now that he and Taoist Tiangong can refine weapons, the Hunyuan Spiritual Treasures in his hands are even more abundant.

Feeling the powerful flames of the oil lamp in front of him, Youchao Yangfeng was excited.

Although he had known for a long time that every disciple of Chongshan who was promoted to Daluo Jinxian would have the Hunyuan Spiritual Treasure given by the Patriarch, he had also looked forward to it infinitely.

Now the moment has finally arrived.

Holding the spiritual treasure in hand, his tone was sincere.

"Thank you very much, my mentor, for giving me this treasure."

After smiling and nodding.

"What do you think of this place?"

As early as when he came out of the teleportation array, You Chaoyangfeng had observed the surrounding situation.

"The environment is quiet, the scenery is stunning, and the spiritual energy is rich. It can be called an excellent holy place for spiritual practice."

After Xu Junming nodded, "This place is located at the core of a large swamp that stretches tens of trillions of miles across. I also accidentally discovered it. There used to be an ancient poisonous dragon in the realm of Hunyuan Celestial Immortal, but I have now removed it."

Youchao Yangfeng's heart skipped a beat.

The Great Power of Hunyuan is the existence second only to the monks in the ancient world, and has an extraordinary status.

My own teacher can kill such a being, his perseverance is unbelievable.

As for bragging, given his understanding of the teacher, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing.

"...As you said, it is a pity to abandon this holy land of cultivation. Now I have set up a large formation here, and with the protection of the surrounding poisonous miasma, it is safe enough. In the future, this will be my Chongshan Villa, and you will stay here.

.After a million years, return to the sect."

"Disciple, obey."

With a finger, a spiritual light flew into the Sea of ​​Chaoyang Wind Consciousness.

"This is a detailed explanation of the terrain around the Black Mist Swamp and the protective formation. You should make good use of it. In addition, there will be disciples who will come here to practice in the future, and you need to protect them."

"yes."

"Practice well and advance to Hunyuan one day. I will give you another valuable treasure."

After a respectful response, there was silence for a while. When I looked up again, I saw that the teacher's figure had already disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked around for a moment, looked at the formation left by the teacher in his mind, and prepared to go out and take a look at the surrounding situation.

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'jingle…!'

The bell rang loudly, and an ox suddenly appeared in the forest.

But when it fell, even though the grass and trees were tilted, it was not broken.

One step forward and a hundred feet will pass.

On the left corner of the board, there is a copper bell hanging, and the clear ringing sound comes from here.

Lying on the back of the ox lay a Taoist wearing green linen clothes, Dorman shoes, and a green gourd tied around his waist.

A bamboo hat covered his head and face, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

The body swayed as the ox stepped, but it always lay on it calmly.

Suddenly, the scalper stopped.

"master?"

Speak in a respectful tone.

The Taoist lying on the back of the cow said in a muffled voice: "What's wrong?"

"There is someone in front of me. Judging from the aura, although he has not entered Daluo, he is already at the peak of Taiyi's cultivation."

"You Niutou, there are many human races in the Eastern Wasteland, and there are even more humans with Taiyi cultivation level. Is there anything strange about it?"

"Sir, you know that I, Lao Niu, have the ability to be very successful. This man has profound merits and virtues that are not comparable to those of ordinary monks."

"Are you good at looking at Qi?"

There was a hint of ridicule in his tone.

A hint of surprise appeared on Huang Niu's face.

"My master has extraordinary magical powers, powerful methods, and his own aura has been restrained to every detail. I, the old cow, didn't notice it. Otherwise, how could I dare to pick out your tiger beard?"

"The word smooth-tongued is really a good one."

Taking it out of his pocket, a Chinese-shaped face with thick eyebrows and big eyes was revealed, with a deep gaze that seemed to suck in even the sunlight from the sky.

An incomprehensible majesty radiated out.

It was Xu Junming who came all the way south.

This scalper was a blind bull demon that he picked up on the road.

Seeing that his evil deeds were not serious, he took him in to take care of him.

One person and one cow have been together for three thousand years.

He turned over and sat up, patting the cow on the back.

"Let's go over and have a look."

The oxen responded and crossed thousands of feet in two or three steps to reach a hillside.

Sure enough, lying in the grass was a tall, muscular middle-aged man wearing linen clothes.

There was a medicine basket hanging on his waist, which already contained many medicinal herbs.

"Master, is this guy poisoned?"

Xu Junming got off the cow and picked up a three-foot-tall grass from the opponent's hand, with purple-red leaves, oval leaves, and black patterns.

You can clearly smell the sweet aroma emanating from this grass without putting it to the tip of your nose.

Looking at the barley that was obviously missing a part, Xu Junming shook his head.

Medicine does not distinguish between poison and poison. He is proficient in medicine and naturally knows the path of poison very well.
To be continued...