Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"I've met Senior Brother Fang and Fairy Lin."

Ji Lingyu came to his senses, stood up and saluted the two people sitting above.

Fang Yijing still looked serious and did not answer, but the Taoist woman named Lin nodded with a smile on her face.

Ji Lingyu didn't take it seriously and was about to sit down.

But the fat man surnamed Han continued to smile and said: "That's Han De. I am the only one with such a figure in Yuqing Palace." After saying this, he burst into laughter.

Ji Lingyu nodded to express his understanding and sat back down.

Fatty Han is quite interesting. There are not many people like him in the world of immortality. On the contrary, the majority are arrogant and indifferent people like Fang Yijing.

At this time, a middle-aged man in white robe appeared from the inner hall. He took a seat directly with a serious expression.

Everyone in the hall quickly stood up and saluted.

"I've met Elder Murong!"

The middle-aged man in white robe looked at the people in the hall, his expression still serious: "Sit down, everyone, I will call you here. The Xiaojia Lingshi mine near Yunqing Mountain has been occupied by the Demon Spirit Palace. Now the intelligence says that the Demon Gate Gold The Dan monks have all withdrawn. Go and take it back, and guard it there until the disciples of the sect take turns."

Although the following people secretly complained after hearing this, they did not dare to complain at all.

"Yes! We will obey Elder Murong's instructions."

Elder Murong stared at Young Master Murong and said coldly: "This time Feng'er, you also go to practice. You have stayed in the sect for more than ten years without making any progress, but the family resources are not lacking at all. In a few years, there will still be no progress." Go to the family store and become a shopkeeper. This sect mission is led by Master Nephew Fang, so you must not make any mistakes."

Fang Yijing still looked stern: "Yes!"

Murong Feng's body trembled, and after a long while he replied tremblingly: "Thank you ancestor for your tolerance, Feng'er will definitely act according to the orders of Senior Brother Fang during this trip."

Elder Murong hum! With a cry, Murong Feng disappeared without looking back.

Fang Yijing turned around and looked at the four of them and said, "Let's go!"

He walked out of the hall first.

Half a day later, several people flew in the air, bypassing the Western Mountain that reached into the sky, and heading towards the interior of the East China Sea.

The scenery below here is beautiful, with rolling mountains and beautiful scenery.

However, the five people in this group remained silent and fled quickly, having no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

Fang Yijing flew a golden spiritual sword in front of his head.

A Taoist woman surnamed Lin was sitting in a blue-green spiritual boat.

Murong Feng was sitting on a large third-level white bird several feet tall. This seemed to be a spiritual beast, a bald eagle, and the third-level bird had just reached adulthood.

Ji Lingyu followed Murong Feng in a red spirit boat four to five hundred feet away in front of him.

However, Han De was more than a hundred feet behind Ji Lingyu, flying at the rear. Under him was a big red gourd of more than ten feet with the spout facing forward. He was lying on the big gourd quite comically.

……

Nothing happened all the way, more than half a month later.

There were clouds and mist in front of me, and a huge mountain peak was looming.

Fang Yijing stopped and waited. Seeing that the four people were approaching, he said, "A hundred miles ahead is Yunqing Mountain, and the mineral veins are in the mines around the foot of the mountain. The Xiao family's formation above here has been broken, and the mines There is no big formation. The top of the mountain has been slaughtered and looted by the Demon Spirit Palace, and it was set on fire. There is no need to see it now. We went directly into the mine to search for the remnants of the Demon Sect, and the main passage at the bottom gathered together. Meet up everywhere.”

After saying that, he directly drove the golden spirit sword and fired towards the front.

The Taoist woman surnamed Lin didn't mean to stop and say anything, and the blue flying boat under her body went to the left.

Hande smiled at this time and said: "Two senior brothers, let's go together,"

Ji Lingyu was the first to say, "Thank you, Senior Brother Han, for your kindness. I'm afraid Senior Brother Murong won't be too happy about it. Just be the next person."

Murong Feng sneered and said, "Assuming you are self-aware, Senior Brother Han, let's go."

The bald eagle roared loudly and shot forward.

Seeing this, Han De shook his head: "Junior Brother Ji, take care!"

Then he followed Murong Feng in his red gourd.

Ji Lingyu saw that both of them had left, and looked at the back of Murong Feng, who looked like a young man in brocade clothes, riding on a bald eagle.

There was a glimmer of coldness in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

Now is not the time to take action, it is difficult not to arouse Elder Murong's suspicion.

He hums! He shouted: "I'll spare your life for now."

Then he looked at the huge mountain a hundred miles away in front of him, a blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and the Blood Spirit Eye was activated.

The front is much clearer. The foot of Yunqing Mountain is probably no more than a few hundred miles away. It is so huge that even a mine is difficult to find.

He shook his head, the blood drained from his eyes, and he withdrew his Blood Spirit Eyes.

With a movement of his feet, he drove the red flying boat towards the foot of the mountain ahead.

……

There is a wide mine entrance of more than ten feet on the west side of the foothills of Yunqing Mountain, surrounded by green mountains and green waters.

But the mine is full of jagged rocks and no vegetation. On the side close to the mountain is a straight cut cut by something. This cut is several miles in diameter.

There are three obvious rutted roads at the entrance of the mine. One road on both sides, one on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle, extends vertically to the bottom of the mountain. However, the road extending from this is full of carts carrying large and small stones that have overturned on the side of the road.

All kinds of ragged humanoid objects were lying around, some were young and middle-aged, and some looked like they were old people. There are hundreds of them on the middle road just a few miles away, and many of them are lying in the cracks in the stones on both sides of the road.

Ji Lingyu frowned and looked at these corpses. These people had become human beings, only skin and bones were left, and their flesh and blood had dried up.

At this time, he looked at a young man who looked upward. This man's face also looked like a mummy. His face was dark, his eyes were protruding, and he looked frightened and frightened.

"Is this a technique that absorbs all their essence, flesh and blood? To deal with so many mortals so viciously?"

In fact, monks in the world of immortality rarely participate in matters between mortals, and they will never massacre mortals or interfere with the operation of secular dynasties.

First of all, many low-level things require the efforts of mortals, such as caravans transporting low-level spiritual objects, mining spiritual mines, planting spiritual fields, collecting resources, etc.

Secondly, many large sect families have a large number of secular mortal descendants, who maintain the rule of these dynasties. Once outside monks massacre the mortals in the areas they govern, it will inevitably cause panic and is not conducive to rule.

However, many evil cultivators and monks from demonic sects who ignore the ban practice the technique of massacring mortals, absorbing grievances, a large amount of qi and blood, or regenerating souls and blood to achieve a huge increase in their cultivation level.

In the past, they did not dare to act so openly and recklessly, and would only secretly find remote places or deserted indigenous islands.

For fear of being discovered, Demon Sect disciples have many sect prohibitions to stop this behavior. Violating sect prohibitions will lead to extremely tragic consequences.

In the eyes of orthodox magic sects, these are all inferior methods, and improving strength in a short period of time can often lead to endless troubles.

Many Demon Sect monks are naturally very talented and do not value this method. However, once they encounter a certain bottleneck and cannot break through for a long time, there is no guarantee that some who are not determined will go to extremes.

And when the Xiao family in Yunqingshan was wiped out, of course there was no scruple about these inhumane things.