Divine Mystical Immortality: Starting Cultivation with the Town Martial Guard

Looking at the insect generals who turned to ashes.

Fu Shaoping felt a little sorry.

Otherwise, they could feed the God and Demon Tree, and at least a lot of life source water could be produced.

At the same time.

The treasure book trembled slightly.

Then.

The first fate attribute point on the treasure book directly climbed to 30,000.

Fu Shaoping was delighted.

Another 70,000 could be exchanged for the God Transformation Pill.

Fu Shaoping looked eagerly at the east and south walls.

The moment when the insect generals on the west were defeated.

The insect generals on the east and south witnessed this tragic scene. Their originally ferocious and violent eyes were now filled with fear and panic.

The insect generals on the east were originally attacking the fortifications with their fangs and claws. Their huge bodies, the shells flashing coldly in the sun, and the sharp claws that were constantly waving, were once terrifying.

But at this moment.

They seemed to have suddenly lost the will to fight.

A larger insect general stopped attacking first, and the light in its compound eyes began to flicker. After hesitating for a moment, it let out a low cry, which seemed to be a signal to retreat.

After hearing this signal, the other insect generals stopped attacking and began to slowly retreat. Their steps were no longer as firm and powerful as before, but seemed a little flustered, and their huge bodies even staggered as they retreated.

The situation of the insect generals in the south was roughly the same.

They had been attacking the defense line fiercely, and the corrosive liquid sprayed from their mouths was still emitting green smoke on the ground. However, when they saw the insect general in the west being killed, they also lost their composure instantly. One of the insect generals tried to muster up the courage to rush forward again, but the companion next to him hit it hard with his tentacles, as if reminding it not to make a meaningless sacrifice. So, this insect general could only turn around helplessly and retreat with the other insect generals.

When the insect generals in the south retreated, they looked back from time to time, and their eyes were full of unwillingness and fear.

Their originally neat and orderly formations became chaotic at this moment. Some insect generals even bumped into their companions in panic, causing a small commotion. But they didn't care about these things, they just wanted to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

"Want to leave? Dream on!"

The great elder Ghost Master snorted coldly.

This time the insect tide attacked the city.

They lost two Yuanying Zhenjun, and nearly a hundred Yuandan were lost.

The city defense formation was even more riddled with holes.

Finally, they had the opportunity to counterattack.

How could he let the insect tide retreat safely?

Ghost Master moved and instantly appeared in front of many cultivators. His tall and majestic figure exuded an awe-inspiring aura, and his gray beard fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of immortal style. His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in everyone's ears:

"Listen to my orders, the insect tide is dispersing now, it is a good time for us to fight back. We can't let these insects escape easily, otherwise they will come back in the future and bring us greater disasters."

"Soldiers, are you willing to follow me to fight the enemy!"

In this battle.

Many monks' family members and friends died in this disaster.

They were originally holding back their energy in the battle against the insect tide, and now they heard that there was a chance to fight back, and their blood boiled:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The deafening voice went straight through the sky.

The elder Ghost Zhenren saw that the army was ready.

He quickly formed a hunting team.

With his many years of experience and keen insight, he selected a group of monks who were strong and good at chasing and fighting.

These monks came from different sects and families, each with unique skills.

There are sword cultivators who are good at using flying swords. Their flying swords flash with a cold light in the sun. The swords are engraved with various runes, which can enhance the speed and attack power of the flying swords.

There are magic cultivators who are proficient in spells. They hold various magic tools in their hands. Some are magic wands that emit mysterious light, and some are spiritual beads that can store a lot of spiritual power. They can cast various powerful spells, such as fire spells, freezing spells, thunderstorm spells, etc., which can cause great damage to insects in battle.

There are also physical cultivators who are good at close combat. They are burly, muscular, wearing solid armor, holding various close combat weapons, such as broadswords, spears, and giant axes. They have amazing strength and speed. Once they get close to insects, they can give fatal blows.

Ghost Master divided these cultivators into several teams.

Each team has a clear division of labor, and there are Yuanying Masters to support them.

The sword cultivators are responsible for opening the way in front, using the speed advantage of the flying swords to quickly catch up with the insect tide and disrupt the retreat formation of the insects.

The magic cultivators were in the middle. They cast spells to attack the insect swarm on a large scale. Whether it was the blazing fire of the fire spell, the bone-chilling cold of the freezing spell, or the powerful electric current of the thunderstorm spell, the insects could suffer heavy damage while fleeing.

The body cultivators were at the back to prevent the insects from escaping from the back. At the same time, they were ready to support the sword cultivators and magic cultivators in the front. Once the insects broke through the front line, they would wave their weapons and give the insects a head-on blow.

"Go out and kill the enemy!"

After everything was ready.

Ghost Master shouted.

He led a chasing team to chase the scattered insect swarm.

Yuanying Master dealt with high-level insect generals.

The cultivators below the Yuandan realm dealt with low-level Taiji locusts.

Their speed is extremely fast, like an arrow leaving the string.

During the pursuit, the sword cultivators took the lead in attacking.

I saw them mumbling words, quickly forming seals with their hands, and then pointed to the sky.

In an instant, countless lights and shadows of flying swords appeared in the sky, and these flying swords shot towards the insect tide like meteors. Wherever the flying sword went, insects were killed one after another, and green blood splashed in the air.

The insect tide was even more panicked by this sudden attack, and their formation was completely disrupted.

The practitioners saw the opportunity and began to cast various spells. A cultivator held a staff glowing with flames in both hands, chanted a spell, and then waved the staff towards the insect tide.

A huge wall of flames instantly rose in front of the insect tide. The insects were unable to dodge and were swallowed up by the flames, making bursts of painful screams.

Another cultivator threw the spirit bead in his hand, which spun in the air and released streaks of freezing light. The insects that the light touched were instantly frozen into ice cubes and then shattered into powder. Not to be outdone, the body cultivators followed the team closely. When they saw insects trying to escape from the sides or behind, they quickly rushed forward.

A physical cultivator waved the broadsword in his hand, and the broadsword brought up a gust of wind. Each swing could chop several insects into two pieces.

Another body cultivator was holding a spear. His spear was like a dragon coming out of the sea, stabbing at the insects. Wherever the tip of the spear touched, the insects had no power to fight back.

Under the leadership of many real people, this pursuit team was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, launching a cruel and thorough pursuit of the disintegrating insect tide, making the Tai Chi Locust Tide feel unprecedented fear and despair.

Fu Shaoping killed several insect generals.

His first life attribute points climbed to 40,000.

After nine-tenths of the insect wave had been wiped out, and the remaining ones no longer posed any threat, he said to the great elder, Ghost Master:

"Great Elder, going forward is the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

This is to remind the other party.

It's time to return to the city. Otherwise, if other beasts attack Wanningfang City, the city will undoubtedly be destroyed in an instant.

"Okay, just follow Brother Fu's advice."

The Great Elder Gui Zhenren follows the good and follows the flow.

Guizhenren's heart was filled with gratitude and awe for Fu Shaoping.

Fortunately, Fu Shaoping turned the tide in the battle on the Western Wall and the Northern Wall and successfully defeated the insect generals, laying the foundation for victory in the entire defensive battle.

What was in awe was Fu Shaoping's powerful strength and the mysterious natal spirit talisman.

Master Gui knew very well that such a young talent would definitely make waves in the world of immortality in the future.

After returning to the city.

The victory in slaying the insect tide made the entire Wanningfang City immersed in joy.

The great elder Guizhenren asked the people below to clean up the mess, and then urgently convened their internal council of elders.

In the dark and solemn Elder's Pavilion, candlelight flickered, and light and shadow danced eerily on the walls.

The Great Elder Ghost Master sat at the head of the table, his dry fingers tapping the armrest lightly, making a dull and rhythmic sound.

The second elder, Master Lan, sat aside. There was a trace of thought in her eyes, and her slender fingers were twirling around a strand of her hair.

The Sixth Elder Huang Zhenren frowned and paced back and forth, making the atmosphere in the pavilion even more depressing.

Guizhen was the first to break the silence. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper:

"You have all seen Master Fu's performance in the battle against the insect tide. That was a great achievement, and we must be heavily rewarded."

Master Lan raised his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashed in his beautiful eyes:

"Great Elder, this Fu Shaoping is now at the peak of Yuanying. He may not look down on ordinary spiritual crystals and magic weapons."

Huang Zhenren also stopped and said in a rough voice:

"We have to come up with something that will really make him excited."

After all, Fu Shaoping saved his life.

Ghost Master sighed helplessly, with a hint of embarrassment in his cloudy eyes:

"Although there are many good things in our league, they are really not attractive to him."

Lan Zhenren's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she thought of something, she sat up straight and said:

"Great Elder, I have an idea. Fu Shaoping must be full of yearning for the realm of divine transformation because he has practiced so hard. In our alliance, he is the only one interested in the secret of divine transformation."

After hearing this, Master Gui narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment and then nodded slowly:

"Zhenren Lan's idea is not bad. However, we only know a little bit about the secret of transforming into gods. The only one who can really explain it in detail is Zhenjun Wan Ning, the Supreme Elder."

Huang Zhenren scratched his head and said worriedly:

"Zhenjun Wanning has always lived in seclusion. We rashly brought Fu Shaoping to ask for an audience. Will Zhenjun agree?"

Ghost Master stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said firmly:

"No matter what, we have to give it a try. This kid Fu Shaoping has great potential. If he can get the secret of becoming a god, he will definitely make greater contributions to the sect in the future."

Master Lan also stood up, gently smoothed the corners of his clothes, and said:

"The Great Elder is right. Let's go find Fu Shaoping now, and then go to Zhenjun Wanning's cave together."

After saying that, the three elders got up and walked towards Fu Shaoping's residence.

Along the way, Guizhenren felt a little uneasy. He didn't know how Zhenjun Wanning would react.

Zhenren Lan was silently thinking about how to speak to Zhenjun Wanning. Her steps were light and her expression was calm, but her heart was not peaceful.

Huang Zhenren followed behind, with a hint of nervousness on his face, rubbing his hands from time to time.

Arriving at Fu Shaoping's residence, Gui Zhenren knocked gently on the door.

Fu Shaoping opened the door and saw three elders standing outside. He was a little surprised, but still saluted respectfully:

"Hello, three elders. I wonder why you are here?"

Gui Zhenren looked at Fu Shaoping with a hint of admiration in his eyes:

"Brother Fu, you have made great contributions in the battle against the insect tide. After discussing with the three elders, we decided to take you to meet the Supreme Elder, the Divine Monk Wan Ning Zhenjun. He may give you an unexpected reward."

Fu Shaoping was shocked when he heard it, and then he was ecstatic.

He hurriedly saluted again:

"Thank you for your kindness, three elders. Shaoping is very grateful."

So, under the leadership of the three elders, Fu Shaoping walked towards the cave of Wan Ning Zhenjun.

Along the way, Fu Shaoping's heart beat violently. Various conjectures about the secret of transformation kept emerging in his mind, and his pace unconsciously quickened a bit.

The three elders had serious expressions. They knew the importance of this audience and silently prayed in their hearts that Wan Ning Zhenjun would agree to their request.

The group reached the tenth floor.

Standing in front of Wan Ning Zhenjun's cave.

The door of the cave was closed, and the surrounding was filled with rich spiritual energy. These spiritual energy were like real clouds, floating slowly. The stone pillars on both sides of the door were engraved with ancient runes, and the runes flashed with a faint light, as if telling the supreme majesty of Wan Ning Zhenjun.

Gui Zhenren stood respectfully in front of the cave and said softly:

"Disciple Gui Zhenren, I have brought Fu Shaoping, who has made great contributions in the defense against the insect tide, to pay homage to Zhenjun."

After the voice fell, there was silence in the cave for a moment, and then a low and majestic voice came:

"Come in."

Gui Zhenren gently pushed open the door of the cave and walked in slowly with Fu Shaoping.

The interior of the cave was spacious and bright, and the walls around were inlaid with various spiritual crystals emitting soft light, illuminating the entire cave like daylight.

In the center of the cave, there was a huge cushion, and an old man sat on the cushion. He was the great elder and old god monk Wan Ning Zhenjun.

Wan Ning Zhenjun looked amiable, but his eyes were extremely deep, as if containing the mysteries of the entire universe. He was wearing a simple Taoist robe, but there were some faint runes flowing on the robe, showing the extraordinary nature of this robe.

Fu Shaoping lowered his eyes and followed Ghost Master into the cave.