Cultivation of immortality begins with swallowing Tao fruit

After Ming Yuan Zong Chang Tai died in battle, many monks who established the Dzogchen Foundation decided to quit and left this area. However, there are still many Foundation-Building Dzogchen cultivators lurking, hoping to wait for the opportunity.

A month went by in a blink of an eye, and there was not a single challenger within this month.

On this day, twenty-five Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks walked out of the woods nearby, and the leader was Fang Linghai.

A look of solemnity flashed across Zhao Yu's eyes: "To be able to control twenty-four Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks is worthy of being the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Sect!!"

The Corpse Demon Sect is one of the top demon sects in the Blue Wind Realm. It also has god-transforming monks at its command, and is not inferior to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. The Corpse Demon Sect is one of the demon sects, and naturally it has many ways to control other people.

The Corpse Demon Sect is most famous for its Seven Poison Corpse Brain Worms, which are poisonous worms made by mixing and refining seven different corpse worms. If you don't know what the seven types of corpse insects are and the order in which they are refined, it will be difficult to refine the antidote elixir.

Once infected by the Seven Poison Corpse Brain Worms, those monks had no choice but to obey the caster if they did not want their heads to be eaten and died.

Fang Linghai smiled warmly and said: "Fellow Taoist, I, Fang Linghai, the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Sect of the Blue Wind Realm, can you give me face to give up this ten thousand-year-old Jade Dragon Scrophulariaceae to Fang? If you give me a face, I can give it to you. These twenty-four people and their storage bags are all handed over to you. If you can come to the Blue Wind Realm in the future, I will definitely prepare a precious resource for you to condense the Nascent Soul."

Zhao Yu said lightly: "No! I will never give up this Ten Thousand Years Jade Dragon Scrophulariaceae to anyone! After all, I have no ability to cross boundaries!"

Fang Linghai's face darkened, and he ordered to a Foundation-Building Dzogchen monk beside him: "In this case, we can only live or die in a spiritual battle! Go up and kill him!"

"yes!"

The face of the tall, handsome Foundation-Building Dzogchen cultivator changed slightly, he jumped up and flew away in the direction of the spirit belt.

The White Ghost Emperor standing next to Zhao Yu smiled ferociously, stepped a little lower, and appeared in front of the monk in an instant. He twisted off the head of the Foundation-Building Dzogchen monk with one claw and threw it aside.

Fang Linghai chuckled and said: "This fellow Taoist! From now on, they will challenge you every day! If you continue to stay up there, they will all be killed by you. Don't you think you are too selfish?"

Zhao Yu said lightly: "They were forced here by you! Their deaths are naturally your fault, you are the selfish and cruel guy!"

Fang Linghai sneered and said: "Yes! I am a selfish and cruel person! Because I am the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Sect, it is normal to be selfish. If you are a good person, then you should step down from the spiritual ring. . In this way, we can save them! I will also let them go! If you don't come down, you will be a selfish and cruel thing, worse than a pig or a dog!"

"Stupid pig! Communicating with you is a waste of my time!"

Zhao Yu smiled contemptuously, sat cross-legged on the ground, and immediately set up a silent barrier, took out the spirit stone and quietly absorbed and refined it.

Fang Linghai frowned slightly: "This person has a strong mind and is very troublesome!"

If it were a monk with a weak mind, he would have been angered by Fang Linghai's sophistry and jumped off the spiritual ring to fight with him. He has twenty-three foundation-building Dzogchen slaves and coupled with his own strength, even the monks in the early stage of the Golden Core may not be his opponent.

The next day, another Foundation-Building Dzogchen cultivator was forced to board the spirit ring by Fang Linghai's order, and was instantly killed by the White Ghost Emperor.

On the third day, a stunning beauty wearing white clothes, with a graceful figure, skin as white as jade, almond eyes and cherry lips, came to the spiritual ring, knelt on the ground, and begged with a pale face: "Fellow Taoist, please Please, save my life! As long as you come down from the spiritual ring and rescue me from that person, I will do anything for you."

A heart attack! That guy is worthy of being the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Cult, and he does everything he can.

Zhao Yu glanced at the stunning beauty in white, with an indifferent expression on her face, without saying a word, as she quietly sat cross-legged on the spiritual ring, like a stone.

Fang Linghai said coldly: "Come on!"

The stunning beauty in white shuddered, a trace of despair flashed in her eyes, she jumped onto the spirit ring, and was instantly killed by the White Ghost Emperor.

Fang Linghai said calmly: "You can even kill such a beauty without mercy. You are really inhumane!"

Zhao Yu said calmly: "Stupid pig!"

Fang Linghai smiled calmly and said: "You want to anger me? It's useless! If I were so easily angered, I wouldn't be able to become the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Sect!"

"idiot!"

Fang Linghai's temples twitched slightly, a trace of killing intent flashed across his eyes, he sneered and said no more.

In the days that followed, Fang Linghai forced each of the Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks to board the spiritual ring one by one to fight with Zhao Yu, and then they all died in the hands of the White Ghost Emperor.

Fang Linghai would sneer at Zhao Yu every time, but Zhao Yu would only reply that he was a stupid pig every time, then he would set up a silent barrier and practice hard in silence.

This day.

Fang Linghai slapped the storage bag, and a two-foot-long jet-black coffin flew out of it. The lid of the jet-black coffin flew up. One head was one foot tall, and the whole body was covered with a layer of silver skin. On the silver skin, there were three skulls tattooed on it. The head, with a ferocious face, and a demonic corpse exuding twisted corpse energy flew out from it.

"The Nine-pole Demonic Corpse of the Corpse Demon Sect! It is indeed extraordinary!"

As soon as Zhao Yu saw the demonic corpse, he felt a warning sign in his heart. He knew that he alone could never be the opponent of the Nine-pole Demonic Corpse.

"Fellow Taoist, the evil ghost next to you should be the spirit ghost of the King of Hundred Ghosts. Its quality should have reached the middle level, and it has also awakened many talents. However, it is still not my Jiuji Demon Corpse. Opponent! It’s still too late for you to get off the spiritual ring now!”

Fang Linghai slapped his storage bag, and copper-skinned demon corpses flew out of his storage bag one after another. Fifteen second-level high-grade demon corpses with combat power comparable to those of a Foundation Establishment Dzogchen cultivator suddenly appeared next to him.

Zhao Yu was waiting for work in the spirit ring and did not give the climber any time to prepare, so Fang Linghai started to prepare before climbing into the ring.

Zhao Yu said: "Fang Linghai, if you go on stage, you will only die. I advise you to be a stupid pig and hide under the ring, so as not to lose your life in vain!"

"Does he have other trump cards? No! Just cultivating a third-level spirit ghost requires countless resources. How could he have other trump cards?"

Fang Linghai's eyes narrowed slightly, and finally fell on the Ten Thousand Years Jade Dragon Scrophulariaceae beside him, and he felt a sense of determination: "The opportunity to condense the Nascent Soul is right in front of me. If I don't give it a try, I will never give up!"