Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

An especially alluring smell emanates, which is incompatible with the dead air of the Holy Land of the Undead.

A porcelain bowl was handed to him, but Gong Yilin refused with a smile, "I just learned something in the cave above, eating now will spoil my mood."

Bian Feichen nodded understandingly, "It's really rare to be able to enter this state, but senior, are you sure you will focus on comprehension during this time?"

Gong Yilin, "Of course, the opportunity is rare."

Hearing this, Bian Feichen put the bowls and chopsticks back into the storage bag, and didn't force Yilin any more.

Apart from the cracked stones, there were only a few of them left, Gong Yilin raised his head, "Where's the old man from the undead saint clan?"

A strange color flashed in Bian Feichen's eyes, "He will appear again tomorrow."

In the words, there was a rumbling sound in the mountains, and the entire majestic mountain range squeezed from both sides to the middle, and the thousands of caves above became narrower and narrower, and in a blink of an eye, they were no more than the size of a thumb, but this is not the end, the only thing left is The space was also slowly compressed into a gap, and finally disappeared completely, and the mountain surface returned to its original smooth and steep state.

Although no one appeared, this move must have been done by an old man from the undead saint clan. Seeing this, Gong Yilin felt a sense of survival after the catastrophe. He must have regained his strength once the cheating was discovered that day, even if he showed his trump card and escaped. Big injury.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the middle-aged man who gave him the Maitreya Buddha inheritance, "In the past, I was able to rule the world, and I didn't rely on such a high level of cultivation. 'Thinking about it now, the aura contained in this sentence cannot be summed up in a few words. Although the "Buddha Jue" can accumulate luck, if you don't have absolute wisdom, you can't even get started.

Take this old man of the immortal saint race as an example. Although his cultivation base is strong, he lacks a bit of wisdom compared to the middle-aged man who gave him the Maitreya Buddha inheritance. The old man was hypocritical, but the middle-aged man in the cave could tell at a glance that he had used disgraceful means to obtain the inheritance.

Thinking of this, Gongyilin couldn't help but pay more attention to the "Futu Jue", as long as he practiced diligently, he would definitely gain something in the future.

When he looked up, he saw Bai Mo. His bones seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. He was completely different from the stern and mountainous people he saw in the small world. But even though he was now thin and thin, his posture was still undiminished when he sat there. Eating outdoors in this wilderness can also taste the elegance of aristocrats.

Bian Feichen walked over, picked up the cabbage leaves with his chopsticks, but didn't put them in his bowl.

A pair of deep ice-like eyes stared at him, Bian Feichen didn't seem to feel the coldness in Bai Mo's eyes, "It's my heart, hand-grown cabbage, welcome to taste."

After cooking in the pot for a while, the cabbage leaves were no longer the pleasing tender green, and turned slightly yellow.

"Are you worried about this?" Looking at a peppercorn on the leaf, Feichen carefully picked it off with chopsticks.

Bai Mo looked at him, remained silent for a while, and finally put the cabbage leaf into his mouth.

Looking at this scene from the side, although Gong Yilin didn't say anything, he also sighed a little in his heart. It was a good affair, but it was not only Bian Feichen who ruined it in the end.

He turned around, walked towards Kunpeng, sat cross-legged beside him, and continued to practice the "Futu Jue", the sky was getting dark, and no one said a word before nightfall.

Under the cover of darkness, no one noticed that a vortex gradually formed above Gongyilin's head. This vortex was much smaller than that of the middle-aged man in the cave, even less than one percent.

The corner of Kunpeng's eyes flicked inadvertently, and at this moment, Gongyilin opened his eyes, both eyes bursting with dazzling light, sideways, one person and one bird, looking at each other.

The former smiled, and the spring breeze was blowing on his face, with a pleasing meaning. Even though Kunpeng's mind was strong enough, he couldn't help but move a little. It calmed down, and soon realized that this should be related to the inheritance that Gongyilin had obtained.

I don't know what kind of inheritance it is, but even the temperament can be improved.

"I'm leaving anyway, how about taking this opportunity to appreciate the night view of the Holy Land of Immortality?" Gongyilin didn't know what he was thinking, and took out the flying sword from the storage bag. He jumped and stood firmly on the flying sword superior.

The night view of the Immortal Holy Land?If it is heard by other people, even some great powers in the cultivation world will probably laugh twice, laughing at his overreaching. There are already factors of instability at night, especially in the Holy Land of the Undead. You cannot relax your vigilance during the day. Let alone at night.

However, Kunpeng seriously considered this proposal. He came here to appreciate the scenery of the vast world. The Holy Land of Immortality is dangerous in the eyes of others, but in his eyes it is just a microcosm of the all-encompassing continent.

The two of them rode the wind towards the south in the night, and they didn't fly very far. No matter how crazy Gongyilin was, he didn't want to meet the enraged Phoenix.

An unknown scent of flowers mixed in the night wind, blowing towards our face, Gong Yilin sniffed lightly, "Actually, we were supposed to leave tonight."

Kunpeng glanced at him lightly, and Gongyilin seemed to read the meaning in his eyes, and explained: "Bai Mo has made a choice, and the old man of the undead saint clan will not appear again."

He sat with his back against a thick tree, put his hands behind his back, supported the ground, and looked up at the boundless moonlight, "Actually, I had doubts before that the ancestor of the Bai family married a woman from the undead saint clan , Bai Mo already has the blood of the undead saints. Although it has been passed down from generation to generation, this bloodline is already very thin, but it still has a relationship with the undead saints. With this cause and effect, how can it only get half of the undead saints? , do you need to come to worship the mountain again?"

"But now, I understand."

Although Kunpeng disdained the intrigue among human beings, it did not affect his thorough understanding of the problem. His spiritual sense sent a message to Gong Yilin, "There is a problem with the hot pot."

At this time, he was still using his spiritual sense to send a message. At any rate, he was considered a person who had experienced life and death together. They can be picked out accurately.

"How did you guess that?" Gong Yilin asked sideways.

"You will not refuse free things." It sounds funny, but it is very firm.

"It turned out to be a mistake," Gongyilin said slowly, "Bian Feichen must have bewitched Bai Mo when he was still in the palace. The word 'holy' is not just a random word for an immortal body. How can the body containing the Gu King completely transform from a mortal body into an immortal body? After so many years, Bai Mo must have known about the existence of the body and had a way to restrain it."

He blinked at Kunpeng, "Unfortunately, just now, Bian Feichen planted a new poison in the dishes he picked up for him. I can understand what he did. The daughter of the old man of the immortal saint clan did not hesitate to marry the ancestor of the Bai family. Destroying the undead body is enough to prove that the undead body cannot be combined with human beings, and once Bai Mo is completely transformed into the undead body, there will be almost no possibility between him and Bian Feichen."

Kunpeng doesn't understand the thoughts of human beings, so he kills them if he hates them, and plunders them if he likes them. What's the use of these fancy intestines?

"It is three-point poison of medicine, but sometimes poison is also medicine when used correctly. Gu sounds terrible, but this one in Bai Mo's body is rooted in his flesh and blood, but it can keep his lifespan. A practitioner has no years, just in case Fei Chen came back with a successful practice, and Bai Mo has turned into a handful of loess, how can he be reconciled?" After thinking for a while, Gong Yilin said: "Bai Mo must also know the existence of Gu in the leaf, so he hesitated for a moment, but he In the end, I chose to eat it."

"Besides, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer," Gongyilin said with a smile, "and there is no conclusion on who will fight and who will suffer. I don't think Bai Mo himself wants to live the same life as the sky. He probably came to the Holy Land of Immortality, but he was forced to fly." Chen made a decision, Feisheng would still sink into the world of mortals with him."

Kunpeng is not very interested in human love, let alone other people's affairs, the topic was quickly introduced to another side, "You also dabble in Gu art?"

Gong Yilin nodded, "To be precise, one of my senior brothers is good at it. He once pointed out to me for a while, before I felt that Bai Mo's thinness was a bit abnormal, but I just had doubts, but today I am sure. "Speaking, he took out a chubby bug from the storage bag, "This is the Gu king, my brother sent it to me for self-defense, because it sensed the existence of the Gu in Bai Mo's body."

The fleshy worm straightened up, raised its tail and slammed it heavily on Gongyilin's palm, obviously dissatisfied that it had to stoop to follow a person who didn't even know basic Gu skills, it kept flicking its tail, Expressing resistance, he wants to return to the original owner and accompany the original owner to conquer the world together!

Kunpeng looked at the Gu King, "If the Gu King is forcibly kept by someone's side, he will eat his master back."

"Of course I know this, and the senior brother also knows it, but if you give it to me, you are sure it won't hurt me."

"Even if you already have deep feelings and are not of the same clan, you will inevitably have two hearts, be suspicious, and not easy to be influenced."

The corners of Gongyilin's eyes twitched slightly, and he seemed a little surprised when he looked at him.

Kunpeng felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "I have something to say."

In the next second, Gongyilin jumped up and gave him a warm hug, "It seems that you are really worried about my safety, I knew it, I am very charming! Hahahaha!"

Faced with this sudden hug, Kunpeng immediately wanted to feed the dog what he just said.

Gongyilin was also aware of it, and quickly let go of his arm, spread his hand again, and pinched the struggling fat bug, "Don't worry, I didn't rely on friendship with it before."

The fat bug wanted to get into his body angrily.

Seeing this, Gongyilin sneered, "If you mess around again, I'll let Xiaoya eat you."

Hearing the word 'Xiaoya', the fat worm who was flaunting his power just now shrank immediately, and his body was as soft as noodles in Gongyilin's hands. At first, Kunpeng thought the worm was just pretending to be dead, but after a while he realized it was real fainted.

Putting the Gu King into the storage bag, Gong Yilin raised his eyebrows, "See, all things generate and restrain each other, that's the truth."

After speaking, he shook his head again, denying what he just said, "This is a generalization." He looked at Kunpeng with endless smiles in his eyes, "At least I haven't found the link above your food chain yet."

Kunpeng looked at him, remained silent, and did not deny that the Kunpeng clan was blessed by nature, and they were already powerful enough to be unmatched by many monks in their entire lives.

At this moment, he agrees with Gong Yilin's words, but after a long time, he finally understands the so-called principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint. In this world, there is also an existence that can restrain him. Once upon a time, he was sitting beside him, his eyebrows like spring mountains, and his words and smiles.