A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

After a full cup of tea, the round bead's blood shrank, and suddenly an old and abnormal woman's voice came out from it with a trembling voice:

"Di Xue, what do you want from me? I don't know if I have something important going on. Is it related to the big thing we are planning?"

The owner of the voice seemed very dissatisfied with the blood-robed man looking for him at this time.

"Haha, decades have passed since we made the big plan. Nowadays, I rarely contact fellow Taoists. Don't I even have time to chat for a few words?" The man in blood robe said with a low smile.

"Don't beat around the bush. Tell me directly what's going on. Otherwise, don't blame me for losing my secret skills." The old woman's voice dropped and she became impatient.

"Hehe, we have decided to work separately this time. Mu Qing collects blood food for sacrifice, Liuzu is responsible for collecting the power of Yin spirits, I am responsible for refining a large number of puppets, and Taoist friends need to train the most important eight thousand people in the plan. Yinjia Xuangui. I wonder how your friend is doing now." The man in blood robe didn't care and asked calmly.

"Huh, you're asking this question knowingly! You don't know how many eyes and ears I have placed under my command, and what the progress is. Do you know?" The old woman was silent for a moment, then replied coldly.

"Haha, it's just each other. In the place where I make puppets, there are disciples of fellow Taoists who often appear. But now, I want to hear the fellow Taoist tell me personally." The man in blood robe said with a laugh.

"This is not a secret matter. There is nothing to say. The eight thousand Yin-armored mysterious ghosts are easy to talk about. As long as the six legs can provide enough Yin spirit energy to cultivate them, it will only happen sooner or later. The only trouble is the leadership. The eight Yin-armored Ghost Kings of these mysterious ghosts can only be successfully refined by the souls of people with powerful spiritual thoughts. This level of top-quality soul materials is not so easy to find." The old woman replied calmly.

"Oh, I don't know how many of the eight ghost kings have been refined." The blood-robed man asked with interest.

"Refined into three! The success rate is really low." The woman's voice dropped, as if she was embarrassed.

"Haha, that's it. I contacted fellow Taoist this time just to provide such a top-quality soul material." The man in blood robe touched his palm and said with a smile.

"Old monster with earth blood, if you weren't busy gathering enough puppets, when would you be interested in the ghosts?" The old woman was startled, a little surprised.

"I'm not Liuzu and you, and I'm really not very proficient in ghost things. But I just discovered that a member of the Feiling Tribe can actually sense the distraction I sent to the clay puppet. Even though it's just a trace of spiritual thought. , but one can imagine how powerful this person’s consciousness is. It should be enough material for you to refine the Ghost King.” The man in blood robe said leisurely.

"People of the Feiling Clan, is it possible that the day of trial for this clan has come again? Since we can discover your spiritual thoughts, could it be that those old guys came down in person." The old woman's voice condensed and she became cautious.

"Don't worry, he's just a little guy at the level of a spiritual general. He won't cause any big trouble." The man in blood robe said nonchalantly.

"If you're at the level of a spiritual general, it'll be fine. But if you can detect your spiritual thoughts, your spiritual consciousness is really powerful. Okay, I'll accept this gift. But you won't tell me this news for nothing. You want to get it from me?" In exchange for what?" The old woman pondered for a moment and then replied.

"Hehe, I like to deal with people who understand things like Taoist friends. It's very simple. All you need is the specific information I provide, a ten-thousand-year-old blood fish. Let me help you capture it and deliver it to your door personally. That's it. Two blood fish." The man in blood robe rolled his eyes, and the lion opened his mouth.

"Hmph, what do you think my ten-thousand-year-old blood fish is? One ghost wants to exchange for two. I have no time to separate now. In one sentence, if you send me your soul, I will give you a ten-thousand-year blood fish. I guess you took advantage of me." The old woman snorted coldly and said rudely.

"Okay, just one. In ten days, this person's soul will be sent to you." The man in blood robe agreed neatly, obviously thinking that he really got a big advantage in this matter.

"By the way, what opinions do Mu Qing and Liuzu have about the Feiling Tribe's Trial Saint Son? Should we destroy all of them, or let them run around on the first three floors like before. They Will it hinder our grand plan?" the old woman suddenly asked.

"This matter is at a critical moment, and we cannot attract the attention of the Feiling Clan. As long as they do not affect us and do not enter below the fourth floor, we can just let them do what they do. I think Mu Qing and Liuzu also understand this matter. ." The blood-robed man replied without thinking.

"Just do as you say!"

After a faint sound, the voice of the old woman on the other side of the ball suddenly disappeared, and the ball immediately stopped rotating, and the red light on the surface disappeared without a trace.

Grabbing it with one hand, the ball flew into his hand instantly, and then disappeared in a flash.

"A mere high-level spiritual general, plus two junior spiritual generals, and three primary-level blood wood puppets should be more than enough." The man in blood robe murmured, shaking his sleeves.

"Puff" three times, three blood shadows flew out of his sleeves, and after a flash, they fell to the ground in front of him.

In the gloomy bloody light, there were three vague figures of different shapes, kneeling motionless on the ground.

The blood-robed man's eyes glowed with blood, and three bloodshot threads that were difficult to detect with the naked eye shot out from between his brows and disappeared in the blink of an eye into the three blurry blood shadows in front of him.

The bowed figure suddenly raised its head, and a strange green light flashed in its eyes.

"Go, kill those three people and capture their souls!" The man in blood robe pointed at the picture on the bronze mirror and said without emotion.

With a flash of blood light, the three blood shadows instantly turned into three blood rainbows that circled nearby, then disappeared into the nearby wall.

The man in blood robe then leaned back on the wooden chair and slowly closed his eyes. It was as if everything he had done before was nothing but trivial matters to him.

…

In the center of the mysterious mountain range on the first floor, there is an altar more than a hundred feet high on the top of a huge mountain shrouded in gray air. On a black stone platform above, there is a huge gray-white eyeball, the size of a head, covered with bloodshot eyes. .

Countless gray threads are spraying out from the pupils of the eyeballs, dancing around, sucking in the nearby gray air into them.

Under the altar, a mysterious man with unusually tall stature and a black cloak stood there motionless.

…

In a huge palace shrouded in green light on the sixth floor of the abyss, a beautiful woman with snow-white hair and a bloodless complexion stood next to a deep black pool more than a hundred feet in size, staring coldly at everything in the deep pool. . .

Next to her, stood two women in their twenties with black fans.

The two girls were equally pale, but one was petite and had a round, sweet face. She looked charming, making the man want to hold her in his arms. The other one has a beautiful figure and snow-white skin, but has an unusually cold expression.

Around the deep pool, small magic circles of different sizes were scattered everywhere, and dark runes kept pouring out and drifting into the cold pool.

In the center of the pool, there were several vague figures in strange black armor, floating motionless in the black pool water.

Those black runes were divided into several strands. As soon as they approached these figures, they immediately disappeared into the black armor of the blurred figures and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But these figures remained motionless, as if they were dead objects.

When the white-haired beautiful woman saw this, her face became gloomy and her brows gradually wrinkled.

"Use the underworld fire!" The white-haired beautiful woman suddenly spoke coldly, her voice was extremely old, and she was clearly the old woman who had spoken to the man in blood robe earlier.

"Yes!" The two charming women agreed in a low voice at the same time, and then each took a step forward. With a flash of inspiration, a black vial appeared in one of them, and a black banana fan appeared in the other's hand.

With solemn expressions, the two of them raised the treasures in their hands at the same time.

With a strange cry, a fire dragon with black flames all over its body flew out of the gourd's mouth, and then plunged into the pool.

Suddenly, black flames rose up in the entire deep pool. On the other side, the petite woman fanned the banana fan covered with runes in her hand slowly and with great effort.

A large black flame immediately burst out from the fan and rushed into the deep pool.

The two flames seemed to come from the same source. When they intertwined, the black flames immediately rose several times, enveloping several vague figures in them. ,

When the white-haired beauty saw this, her expression did not change, but there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.

…

Han Li, who was escaping on the second floor, naturally didn't know that he was being targeted by some terrifying existence.

But after experiencing the strange chill before, he seemed much more cautious in his actions.

While leading Lei Lan and Bai Bi away quickly, he spared no effort in using his spiritual eyes to observe the nearby movements from time to time.

As a result, Han Li discovered the location of some low- and mid-level monsters in advance, and easily avoided these troubles with a short detour.

As for ordinary beasts, there is no way to survive on the second floor, so they will naturally not be encountered again.

Because Lei Lan and the two lost a lot of mana when they entered the second floor, the flying speed of the three of them was not very fast. They were asked to absorb the spiritual energy of the spirit stones in their hands while rushing, so as to restore their cultivation as soon as possible.

After flying for a day, they encountered no trouble at all.

On the second day, after Lei Lan and his two men had recovered all their magic power and nothing happened, Han Li decisively stopped using his spiritual eyes.

The three of them entered a dark green mountain range with a normal escape speed.

In the afternoon of the second day, after they climbed over a big mountain, an accident happened.

In the sky opposite, there was a sudden flash of spiritual light, followed by a scream, and a green light emerged in a flash, and then shot towards their direction.

The next moment, there was a strange light flashing behind the green light, and three groups of yellow light appeared in the distance, chasing after them with a speed no less than that of the green light.

These escaping lights appeared so strangely that even if Han Li and the others wanted to escape immediately, they were unable to do so.

Han Li frowned, and with the two people behind him, he slowly stopped hiding.

(First update!)