A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

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To the west of the central area, there is a depression that produces rare medicinal herbs. Three immortal cultivators were struggling with a three-eyed fire wolf. A middle-aged man in giant sword attire drove a blue giant sword and blocked most of the fire wolf's attacks, while another old man in yellow shirt and A young man in a gray robe assisted in attacking from the side, one on the left and the other on the right.

Not long after, the disciple of the Giant Sword Sect, after enduring a fireball, cut off the monster's wolf head with one sword, then withdrew the giant sword and looked up to the sky laughing.

"Brother Meng is really powerful. He can even kill these three-eyed fire wolves with one sword! He is worthy of being a master disciple of the Giant Sword Sect..." Seeing this, the old man in yellow shirt immediately ran over and said flattering words. Continuously, his face did not turn red at all.

If Han Li were here, he would recognize that this old man was Xiang Zhili, who had originally invited him to form an alliance of the weak. However, the young man from the same sect who was with him at the beginning was not here. It seemed that he got separated during the teleportation.

"Hey! If Brother Xiang and Daochang Li weren't helping me, how could I have succeeded so easily!" The middle-aged man in black, holding a giant sword, was quite humble.

"Brother Meng, why are you so polite! It is understandable that Brother Meng takes the greatest credit for getting rid of this monster!" Another young Taoist priest, although he is not old, his tone is neither humble nor arrogant, he is extremely experienced.

When the middle-aged man in black heard this, a smile flashed on his face, but he immediately said something modest.

"Speaking of which, those other guys who are still fighting and killing are really stupid! If they knew that people from three different sects like me could work together to eliminate demons and collect herbs, I wonder if they would be shocked. My jaw dropped!" The man in black suddenly changed the topic and said this.

"Isn't it? This is all due to Brother Xiang's effort! If Brother Xiang hadn't given us a thorough analysis, I'm afraid Brother Meng and I would still be fighting to the death!" The Taoist priest also nodded in agreement. .

"Don't dare, don't dare! Both of you are extremely smart people, and I'm just telling the truth! There is no need for you to sacrifice your lives for something that has no chance of falling into our hands. With this time to fight each other, how great would it be if we all wiped out all the rare medicinal materials outside the central area! And if we all work together, dealing with these monsters is not a piece of cake!" Xiang Zhili smiled and spoke glibly. He declined continuously.

When the other two heard this, they complimented each other enthusiastically.

"Okay, let's start picking the "Fire Dragon Grass" quickly! Everyone will share it equally!" The man in black was the first to say uncontrollably, with a hint of urgency in his voice. , the person walked toward a few red grasses behind the fire wolf's body.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhili and the Taoist priest smiled meaningfully at each other and walked over in agreement.

Neither of them noticed that the man in black suddenly showed a sinister expression on his face with his back to them, but it disappeared immediately.

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To the south of the central area, in a place full of yellow sand, there were two disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect, a man and a woman. They were poking at the sand with ice pick techniques in a small area, as if they were looking for something. What.

However, after half a day, still nothing was found.

"Where is this bitch hiding! After I find her, I will dig out her eyes!" The female disciple was charming and beautiful, but her mouth was extremely vicious and vicious. His words made the man feel cold from behind.

"Junior sister, let's forget it! The agreed time for leaving the master's door is almost here. If you don't leave, it will be late!" The male disciple said cowardly. Judging from the situation, he seemed to be very afraid of this junior sister.

"Hmph! It's all your fault for being such a loser. You can't even look down on a little girl with a tenth level of martial arts. You let her slip away under our noses! If the news spreads, you won't make people laugh to death. My sister and I are hiding the moon. The reputation of Shuangjiao! Really, how could the master allow a wimp like you to be my Taoist training companion!" The woman didn't listen to the man's words. After hearing this, she immediately pointed at the male disciple's nose with anger and scolded her. After a pause, the male disciple's face turned red, but he looked helpless.

But all said and done, the female disciple looked at the brightness of the sky and still didn't dare to continue searching. After all, it would delay a major event of the master's sect. Even if she had a special status and a big backing, it was still a big deal.

But the woman was still a little unwilling to leave this place in such a dejected manner. After some hesitation, she gritted her silver teeth and took out a blue talisman.

Looking at the talisman, she smiled sinisterly, suddenly threw the talisman behind her, and then ran out. She didn't stop until she was dozens of feet away and looked back.

When the male disciple saw this, he secretly complained, but he followed closely without any hesitation.

At this time, the talisman had turned into a giant black cloud dozens of feet in size, completely covering the sky here. Then the weather nearby suddenly dropped and became extremely cold.

Not long after, countless bright and large ice picks fell from the dark clouds slowly and suddenly. After a while, this small area was densely inserted, just like the thorns on a cactus.

After a cup of tea, the dark clouds gradually dispersed. At this time, the entire sandy land was crystal clear.

The female disciple opened her eyes wide and scanned the sandy ground where there was almost no place to stand, but she didn't notice anything strange at all.

Her face darkened with hatred, she yelled at the male disciple angrily, and took the lead to leave the place angrily. And his so-called cultivation partner naturally followed closely.

The woman from the Hidden Moon Sect who had left did not notice that in a corner of the sand where there were ice picks everywhere, traces of bright red liquid oozed out. It was just too light, so it escaped the female disciple's eyes.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when Yin Hong started to expand, the yellow sand here suddenly bulged into a small round bag, and it became taller and more obvious.

In the end, the sandbag tumbled violently, and a woman in a green shirt rolled out from it. There was a slender ice pick stuck in her shoulder, and blood was flowing, covering half of her body. In her hand, she clutched a yellow silk handkerchief, and the light on it flashed, as if it was something extraordinary.

The woman who slowly got up looked at the injury on her shoulder and frowned.

She raised her other hand and gently grabbed the second half of the ice pick. She bit her silver teeth and pulled out the ice pick. The woman groaned in pain, tears flowed from her beautiful eyes, and the wound grumbled. Blood was pouring out.

She ignored the tears on her face and did not dare to delay at all. After a while of fussing, she took out a porcelain vase from her storage bag and poured some yellow powder on the wound. The blood immediately stopped flowing out.

After doing all this, the woman in green shirt bent her knees and sat on the sand, motionless. After a while, she suddenly covered her face with her hands and began to cry. But because she was afraid of attracting others, she kept her cry very low.

After a meal, the female disciple from Spirit Beast Mountain finally stopped crying. She raised her head and looked at the deserted sand, and couldn't help but shudder!

She bit her lip and stood up with difficulty. After hesitating for a long time, she found her direction and stumbled towards the central area. At this time, there were still faint tears on her beautiful face, but at the same time, she had a stubborn expression that was inconsistent with this.

This woman was actually the girl who sold Han Li the "Golden Zhu Brush". But after she was injured, walking alone on the quiet sand, she looked even more pitiful and lovable.

After a while, the girl's figure gradually disappeared into the yellow sand while pressing her hand on the wound.

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