Aiming for the Immortal Path

"A giant in the Nascent Soul stage?! Damn it!"

Cursing secretly in his heart, the hook-nosed monk quickly looked outside the village, and a talisman appeared in his palm.

At the moment, I have the intention to leave.

But considering the terrifying strength of the Nascent Soul stage, he still dared not activate the talisman in his hand.

Even with the escape talisman in hand, it is not easy to escape the pursuit of the Nascent Soul Stage.

With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the mysterious thatched hut on the edge of the village. The hook-nosed monk rolled his eyes and quickly approached it without making a move.

Grandma Nayun is here to take charge. Outside the village, the other party may not interfere or do anything, but within the village, if someone takes action, they may not sit idly by.

"Huh? This person... didn't leave quickly?"

"Leave, in front of a giant in the Nascent Soul stage, he is a golden elixir monk, where can he go?" ??

"It seems that he wants to use Granny Yun's power to protect himself."

"Grandma Yun? Grandma Yun is willing to stand up for him?"

"Maybe not outside the village, but inside the village...it's hard to say. In any case, this is Grandma Yun's territory. If the monks are allowed to do whatever they want, there will be no peace."

"Oh, this person is really good at making calculations."

"Shhh... keep your voice down, the other party can't offend the Nascent Soul giant, and we are no match for him. It's better to wait and see how it gets better!"

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The monks gathered together and once again communicated quietly.

The other party was so ruthless and unscrupulous. No one said anything, but in their hearts they wished something would happen to the other party.

In the presence of such people, all foundation-building monks feel insecure. They were all afraid of accidentally following in the footsteps of the old man and Zhang Feihu.

After all, not everyone can have the help of seniors in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Although the Jindan monks present had no such concerns, they could not help but wonder whether Granny Yun would really take action.

Ruo Yuanying monk

Who can win against Granny Yun?

In the blink of an eye, Xiaoshi Village became quiet again.

The eyes switched back and forth between Su Twelve and the hook-nosed monk, each of them had their own thoughts.

outside the village.

Su Twelve did not pay attention to the state of everyone, but concentrated on helping Yi Chunqiu condense the golden elixir.

The seriously injured body is about to expire, coupled with the extraordinary power brought by the Tianjue Stone.

Various states are superimposed, and Yi Chunqiu may die on the spot if he is not careful.

Time passes bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night, and the bright sky was dotted with stars, sprinkling starlight, making the earth seem to be covered with a layer of gauze.

The power of the four top-quality gold-forming elixirs was transformed, and a ball of fist-sized liquid essence was gathered in the sea of ​​energy in Yi Chunqiu's dantian.

Suddenly, the true energy surged like a flat wave.

The waves rolled, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a small whirlpool.

At the center of the vortex, the true energy was condensed to the extreme, transforming from a liquid state into a half-empty, half-real state. Faintly visible was a golden elixir the size of a pigeon egg.

The golden elixir is slowly taking shape from virtual to real.

For a monk, every improvement in a major realm can be called a qualitative change.

The golden elixir emerged, and the realm of cultivation was not yet stable. A mysterious aura flowed through the limbs and bones, filling Yi Chunqiu's Dantian, meridians, and even the internal organs.

The gray impurities formed by the strange power of Tianjue Stone, in the face of this mysterious aura, seemed to be facing a nemesis, retreating steadily, and was forcefully forced out of Yi Chunqiu's body.

Silently experiencing the changes, Su Twelve was thoughtful.

It's a pity that the mysterious aura generated by this broken realm cannot be inhaled.

Accept. If not, with the help of this aura power, it might be possible to resist the invasion of the Heavenly Jue Stone's strange power.

Hmm... maybe there are other ways to simulate such mysterious aura?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Su Twelve felt a little relieved.

No matter where he started, he would try to find the Tianjue Stone.

Contact with Tianjue Stone is inevitable. The situation inside Yi Chunqiu's body at this moment just gave him some ideas.

At this moment, as the golden elixir emerged, Yi Chunqiu's heavy twilight energy was swept away.

The original full head of hair now has wisps of black luster, and even the wrinkles on his face are obviously reduced.

When the realm of cultivation reaches the golden elixir stage, the influence of Tianjue Stone disappears, and the life span increases to about five hundred years.

The dilemma that Yi Chunqiu faced just now disappeared. .??.??

"Yi Chunqiu thanks senior for helping me, but I don't know who senior is..."

The next second, Yi Chunqiu opened his eyes and hurriedly asked Su Twelve.

Before he could finish speaking, Su Twelve interrupted him, "If you have any questions, I'll ask you later. Get rid of distracting thoughts and do your best to stabilize your own golden elixir."

After saying this, he raised his hand and took out a high-grade spiritual stone and placed it in front of Yi Chunqiu.

Letting Yi Chunqiu work on his own, Su Twelve turned around and looked at Xiaoshi Village behind him.

He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards Xiaoshi Village.

"Come...come!!!"

In Xiaoshi Village, the monks who had been waiting for a long time saw this scene and quickly retreated one by one to make way for Su Twelve.

His attention was focused on Su Twelve and the hook-nosed monk, and he became even more energetic.

Su Twelve took one step at a time, neither urgent nor slow, but his speed was not slow at all.

In just a moment, it will be

Arriving at a position less than ten feet away from the hook-nosed monk.

"Senior, this is that fellow Taoist's Biluohuangliang Dan. I am willing to return it!"

Before Su Twelve could speak, the hook-nosed monk trembled slightly and decisively took out the medicine bottle containing Biluo Huangliang Dan.

"not enough!"

Su Twelve's eyes were cold and his tone was indifferent.

Just as the hook-nosed monk was about to hesitate, he felt an invisible chill sweeping over him. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly took out the storage bag he had just obtained from Zhang Feihu, as well as the third-grade magic weapon Soul-Slaying Knife.

He smiled and said respectfully: "This junior is willing to use these treasures as compensation."

"Not enough!" Su Twelve continued to repeat without even looking at it.

The hook-nosed monk's face turned the color of a prune. He dared not speak out in anger, and cautiously said: "Junior, what about one more... one hundred thousand spiritual stones?"

"Do you think your life is only worth a hundred thousand spiritual stones?" Su Twelve asked indifferently.

The hook-nosed monk grimaced and was speechless for a moment.

Before he could speak again, he saw a high-grade spiritual stone exuding rich spiritual energy, and landed at his feet with a 'dong' sound.

Then I heard an indifferent voice coming from my ear.

"In that case, this is one hundred thousand spiritual stones. I bought your life!!!"

The hook-nosed monk's heart almost jumped into his throat. Before Su Twelve could make a move, he hurriedly said: "Senior, wait a minute. I am willing to sacrifice all my wealth. I beg you, senior, to be noble and give me a break."

With that said, he decisively took out his storage bag.

In the storage bag, there are not only his savings for hundreds of years, but also various treasures that he has painstakingly collected to overcome the calamity of Ningying.

Just giving it like this, if you say it doesn't hurt, it would be an absolute lie.

It's just that no matter how precious the treasure is, it is nothing compared to my own life.