What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

This girl looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, her skin was fair and delicate like suet jade, and her shiny black hair hung down to her waist, with a Qishan moon slanted on her temples.Her calf swayed with the swing of the swing, and her eyes were clear and bright, as if she was a little princess who had been pampered and grown up.

Qinan's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he stared at the girl intently.

Is she, his mother?

It turns out that she looks like this.

"What a strong soul!"

The sudden strange idea made Qinan startled for a moment, and he quickly realized that this was the thought of the master of this memory - the ancestor of the Mahayana period.

"It's a pity, this little girl has already started to practice, and her soul is infected with law fluctuations, which doesn't match the way I cultivate. Sigh, it's too hard to find a suitable monk, and mortals have to make up the number. But these mortal souls It's so weak, even if it's made into a soul garment, it won't last long..."

The girl suddenly jumped off the swing, threw herself into the arms of a tall and heroic man, and at the same time sweetly shouted: "Daddy!"

The man caught her with a smile, and said in a doting tone, "Little Shengyun, did you cultivate well today?"

The girl pursed her lips: "Today is my 17th birthday. Why do I bring up cultivation again? I'm almost bored to death by practicing every day. Daddy will take me out to play?"

The man laughed, and tapped between her eyebrows with his fingers: "Okay, little birthday boy, let's relax for a day today."

The girl smiled again.

"Hey, the soul of this male cultivator is quite solid... Could it be that the soul strength of this clan is so good?"

The owner of the memory shifted his attention away from Puyang Shengyun, searched for a while, and found a mansion with carved beams and painted buildings, and a plaque of "Puyang Prince's Mansion" hanging at the door.

"Really! Even mortals have at least several times the soul strength of ordinary people, and the better ones can even reach dozens of times——No, we must find a way to keep them in captivity, so that we don't have to change the soul clothes frequently .”

"Hey, if it wasn't for the high failure rate of crossing the catastrophe, why would I have not crossed the catastrophe until I was [-] years old. It's really troublesome."

"Fortunately, I had the foresight. I collected tens of thousands of babies and pregnant women and analyzed their souls to create this secret art. Those fools would like to live only 1 years, but I am not willing to. What are the laws and moral precepts of the emperor? , monks should be happy and wanton, or else I have cultivated to the present state, is it still for the better control of others?"

"Then what kind of bullshit is the Emperor's Heavenly Sword Gate? I don't know how far it is from Nantianzhou! How can they find me with their little manpower in Nantianzhou? Hmph!"

Looking around the mansion, he quickly found a mortal child who was alone, and swept him away without hesitation.

"Take one away first, or you won't be able to use it when you grow up and start practicing again."

"I still have to find a way to make this Puyang family willing to be kept in captivity by me. Although they can't threaten me with their strength, if one of them can't think of committing suicide collectively, it would be too wasteful."

"How troublesome, why can't they give their souls obediently."

……

As soon as the screen turned, it turned into a magnificent palace.

"This is the Lingwu Imperial Palace that the Puyang family is loyal to? There is actually a Mahayana defensive formation? This... wait, huh, I was scared to death. This Mahayana formation has obviously not been repaired for some years. Hey, it seems that this Most of the Mahayana period behind the Lingwu royal family is dead, so it will be easy to handle."

The owner of the memory carefully bypassed the formation, went deep into the palace, and found the emperor who was reviewing the memorial.

After a soul cultivation secret technique went on, the emperor's movements froze silently, and then he slowly raised his head, and summoned his head of internal affairs: "Fu De, pass the order to the Puyang Palace. Just say that Puyang Shengyun is a good-natured woman. Let her enter the palace as a concubine."

"Your Majesty, this..."

"Hurry up! Do you want to violate the order?"

"...Yes, this subordinate will go now."

……

The master of memory manipulated the emperor step by step to press Puyang's family step by step, and then caught Puyang Shengyun when she went out to practice.

"The Puyang family loves this girl very much. It's great. Abolish her cultivation base and throw it in the palace for a show. After the conflict intensifies a little bit, I will pass the news to the Puyang family, and then "inadvertently" reveal her whereabouts. Give them a chance to avenge, take the opportunity to favor the Puyang family and get rid of Lingwu's hidden danger... Two birds with one stone, perfect!"

"Pretend to pretend for now, let Puyang think that this girl is dead."

Amidst Puyang Shengyun's mournful cry, the owner of the memory tore off her left calf without hesitation.

Qinan's fingers trembled violently, and the jade slip fell to the ground with a "click".

He couldn't stand it any longer, and rushed forward with red eyes, ruthlessly grabbed the Mahayana ancestor's neck, and let out a mournful cry mixed with pain and despair: "I'll kill you! You!"

The intense hatred caused his spiritual power to go into a riot, countless complicated secret lines emerged from under his skin, and his brown eyes, which were exactly the same as Puyang Shengyun's, were instantly dyed a coquettish purple.

Qinan's five fingers were deeply embedded in Mahayana's throat, and blood gushed out from the ten blood holes.

"Cuckoo!"

The ancestor's head was pinched off from the neck by Qinan, Gululu rolled out twice, his mouth opened and closed like a dead fish, and his eyes were wide open.

With the vitality of a monk in the Mahayana period, even if the body and the head are separated, they cannot die temporarily.

Qinan knelt on the ground, staring blankly at his hands stained with scarlet blood.

"Clap."

A drop of water fell on the back of his hand, and the colorless liquid washed out the blood into a pale white streak, which was very similar to the heavy rain that night.

Qinan blinked, and more drops of water fell down.He slowly raised his head, expressionlessly picked up the head of the Mahayana ancestor, and put it back on his body.

Behind him came Yuhong's worried voice: "Qinan..."

Qinan didn't look back, and calmly said: "Jiang Hong Jianjun, can you please avoid it for a while."

Yu Hong was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Okay."

Qinan felt his breath gradually go away, closed his eyes, opened them again, looked at the ancestor whose head had just grown half back on the ground, grabbed his lapel and lifted him up.Qinan relieved the effect of the wooden man's medicine on the ancestor's throat, stared into his eyes and asked slowly: "How does it feel to live for nearly 3 years, isn't it great?"

The ancestor's expression was so frightened that it deformed: "You, you are not ordinary..."

Qinan slammed his face on the ground, and then ruthlessly pulled his hair up: "Answer my question."

"I, I didn't come to you on purpose, let me off... Ah!"

Qinan tore off his left leg casually, and the sound of muscles, bones, skin and flesh breaking rang in his ears.He gritted his teeth and looked at the ancestor whose eyes were almost falling out of his sockets, and who seemed to be about to pass out from the pain in the next second, and said word by word: "Are you happy, huh? Isn't it nice to hear, how about listening to it again?" Sample?"

All of this, all of it, is actually because of this Mahayana period where he is unwilling to go through the robbery and gamble his life.

Qinan's expression was slightly distorted, and the murderous intent surged deep in his eyes.

Suddenly he laughed, took out a basket of fortune-telling bamboo tubes, and with a flick of his hand, dozens of bamboo sticks appeared in the bamboo tube with spiritual power.Qinan handed it to the ancestor, with a strangely gentle voice: "Speaking of which, I have saved a lot of potions over the years, but unfortunately, because the effect is a bit overbearing, I haven't found anyone to experiment with it. It just so happens that I can bring it to you now." Are you having fun playing a game, huh?"

The ancestor stared at him in horror and shook his head vigorously.

Qinan smiled and said: "Come on, don't be afraid, anyway, if you don't smoke, I will use all the medicines on you one by one."

He poked those bamboo sticks into the ancestor's mouth deeply with his gaze, one of them pierced into the patriarch's palate, and when Qinan withdrew his hand, it was caught and taken out of the bamboo tube.Qinan ignored the old ancestor's screams like killing a pig, pulled out the bamboo stick from his wound and looked at it, laughed lowly, flipped it over and showed it in front of the old ancestor.

The ancestor saw that there were three small, clear characters written on the bamboo stick with his own blood on it.

sugar blower.

He heard Qinan's murmuring whispers like hell ghosts ringing in his ears.

"Guess what effect it has?"