Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Bai Yuncanggou, suddenly, a hundred years have passed.

In a border town in the southwest, early in the morning, as soon as the market opened, a man in white wearing a bamboo hat came to the pharmacy in the city and put three spirit stones on the counter.

The shopkeeper is a chubby middle-aged man.

He raised his head with a pleasant smile: "Isn't Immortal Yang coming to fetch medicine for Brother Ling again?"

The young man in white nodded.

Wen Sheng said: "It's still the old recipe."

The shopkeeper took out three packages of packaged medicinal materials from under the counter, and said, "I knew that Immortal Yang would come over today, and I would have asked the staff to prepare it early in the morning. You can check to see if there is anything missing."

The young man said: "No need, I'm sorry, shopkeeper."

"Where is this? Ever since Immortal Master Yang and Brother Ling came to our Jade Buddha Town, killing demons, eliminating violence and bringing peace to the people, and doing so many good things for the people in the town, even the monsters from Jiulian Mountain dare not come out of the mountain easily. Everyone said, you are gods descending to earth. Don’t talk about such a trivial matter, but Immortal Yang will need something in the future, just give me an order.”

The young man smiled, said "you're welcome", took the medicine and left.

Instead, the shopkeeper told the waiter: "It looks like it's going to rain outside, so hurry up and send an umbrella to Yang Xianchang."

The man responded, and immediately chased after him with the azure bone umbrella in his hand.

The rain in the southwest comes as soon as it is said.

Holding the medicine in one hand and the blue bone umbrella in the other, the young man in white walked through the streets and alleys, and stopped in front of a house.

"The son is back."

The servant hurriedly greeted him respectfully and took the umbrella.

Sweeping his eyes towards the end of the alley, he said in a low voice: "There are two tails, I have to go down and solve them."

The young man shook his head.

"Don't bother."

"Yes."

The servants carefully closed the gate of the mansion, and after a while, rainwater poured down from the sky like a broken net, washing the two vermilion lacquered gates.

At the end of the alley, two monks wearing black fairy robes appeared from the corner, and each of them said: "I'm here to guard, you should go back and report to the master that you have found the residence of this poplar tree."

"it is good!"

Another monk raised his sword, and the figure flashed, disappearing into the white rain and fog.

In the courtyard at the other end of the alley, the young man in white carried the medicine and walked through the corridor to a quiet room in the backyard.

The quiet room is not "quiet" at all, and noises can be heard from a long distance away.

"You said."

"Why should I say that?"

"Why don't you say it?"

"I won't tell."

Two old men are like gods of the door, sitting cross-legged on the left and right at the door of the quiet room. One is dressed in red, with white beard and white eyebrows, looking quite fairy-like, and the other is dressed in green, with two chicken feathers on his head. , Two crosscock eyes are shining brightly.

"What do the two seniors want to say?"

"Ouch, the eldest nephew is back."

Seeing the young man in white, the two immediately jumped up from the ground.

A hehe: "It's nothing."

A echo: "Yes, nothing."

The young man in white nodded and was about to open the door and go in.

"and many more!"

"Wait a minute!"

The two old men rushed to the door at the same time, blocking the door firmly.

"Nephew, just give us the medicine. After watching for so long, we have learned how to make it."

"Yes, give it to us. You have worked hard to buy medicine, so go back and rest."

The two reached out to snatch the medicine, when a sharp sword of primordial spirit suddenly appeared in front of the young man in white.

"Oh, if you don't give it, you won't give it. Why are you so fierce?"

The old man in green clothes retracted his black paws in shock, put them in his arms, and glared at the young man angrily.

The old man in red snorted, adjusted his robe, and sat down cross-legged again.

The young man frowned suddenly: "He went out again?"

"Yes."

"Going to Jiulian Mountain to weed."

The old man Luyi glanced at the three packs of medicine: "I'm afraid I won't need it now."

The young man in white looked up at the sky, before handing it over to the old man in red on the ground, he said, "Senior, please take care of the medicine first, I'll go to the mountain to have a look."

The youth turned into a sword shadow in an instant and disappeared into the rain.

The old man in green was dissatisfied: "I am standing still, why does he give you the medicine and not me?"

The old man in red sneered: "Who am I, who are you, even an immortal pheasant dares to be compared with me, the majestic guardian of the way of heaven."

The old man in green jumped up angrily: "Hey, you are so powerful, why don't you go to the sky and be your great fairy, why are you still nesting here and mixing with my pheasant spirit."

"I—" The bearded old man in red trembled violently.

"Didn't I meet people in a bad manner, and was brought here by some little bastard, including others and my old nest! You think I am willing, and I am willing."

The town is misty and rainy.

On Jiulian Mountain, ten miles away, there are gusts of evil wind and strong wind and thunder.

In the dark sky, a group of disciples wearing light blue fairy robes were being besieged by a group of huge blue-eyed monsters.The disciples were more or less blood-stained. At this moment, they stood back to back and formed a circle, raised their swords and roared at the monsters who were ready to rush over at any time.

"Young Master Gu, why didn't I hear you say that there are seventh-order monsters here!"

"I'm sorry, fellow immortals, it's Zizhen's negligence that put everyone in danger." The young man surrounded by several black-clothed monks was ashamed. "Don't worry, everyone, I have sent a letter to my uncle, and I believe he will send monks from the clan to rescue us soon."

"Hey, let's think about how to deal with these monsters first."

The leader of the blue-clothed boy looked worriedly at his fellow students who were seriously injured: "We have used up all the fairy charms on our bodies, so we can only rely on the 'Liuhe Formation' to support ourselves for a while. Such a large group of seventh-level monsters, let alone It’s us young disciples with low cultivation bases, even if the teachers are here in person, I’m afraid they can cope with it.”

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was ruthlessly washing over this group of distressed teenagers.

As time passed, the invisible sword intent surrounding the teenagers gradually faded away. No matter how difficult the Liuhe formation was to support, the monsters found a weak point and immediately launched a new round of fierce attacks.

"kill!"

All the disciples waved their spirit swords, and in groups of five, they stabbed at the monster with all their strength.However, how powerful the seventh-level monster is, with just a wave of its claws, it smashed those disciples into the mud, including people and swords.

In the next second, the monster tore off the clothes of one of the disciples with its paws, and was about to disembowel and disembowel to get the disciple's Yuandan. "Brother, save me, save me..."

Gu Zizhen and the blue-clothed boy headed by him hurriedly sacrificed the spirit sword in their hands, separated the monster's claws, and dragged the disciple out from the monster's sharp claws.

However, there are too many monsters and too strong, most of the time there is no time to rescue them. Soon, more and more disciples fell to the ground covered in blood, exhausted, no matter how difficult it was to stand up, they could only despair, looking at the monsters. The huge body of the beast approached little by little, shrouding them in the shadow of death.

Gu Zizhen also fell to the ground in despair, holding the spirit sword in both hands, and struggled against the white and sharp teeth of the monster. His arms seemed to be holding a heavy mountain, which was forced by the monster, and bent down bit by bit. I closed my eyes and thought desperately, my life is over.

Rumbling——Deep in the dense forest, there was a burst of thunder that resounded through the sky and the earth.

In an instant, the situation in the sky changed again, and dense clouds quickly gathered and moved over Jiulian Mountain. Accompanied by rolling thunder, raging purple lightning, and tumbling purple lightning, the overwhelming dense clouds were reflected in a strange purple.

The sound of lightning and thunder was deafening, covering up the roar of monster beasts.

The monsters who were excitedly preparing to swing their sharp claws to cut the pill were also stunned by the siege of the thunder, and their black and blue sharp claws stuck in the air stiffly.

"This is……"

A group of immortal disciples who were waiting to die with their eyes closed also opened their eyes again, looked at each other, and looked towards the sky above.

The heavy rain turned directly into a torrential rain, and it poured down from Nine Heavens like a flood.Almost at the same time, countless thunderbolts condensed in all directions and fell towards a certain direction deep in the dense forest.

Click.

There was another deafening roar, accompanied by a terrible explosion.

Gu Zizhen suddenly realized: "Could it be that there are gods and men who survived the catastrophe here?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were suddenly covered by a blinding white light, and immediately afterwards, the entire Nine Lotus Mountain was surrounded by overwhelming white light.

That's no ordinary white light.

It is a sword of primordial spirit that contains the power of wind and thunder.

The air was mixed with the rainwater from the cut thread, and it was buzzing.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they saw that dozens of seventh-rank monsters had collapsed to the ground, their bodies were covered with blood holes, and the bright red monster blood was dripping all over the ground.

The crowd was first overwhelmed by the surprise of escaping from the dead, and then looked into the depths of the dense forest in shock and awe.

Killing dozens of seventh-order monsters with one sword is still the sword of the primordial spirit.

It must be the cultivation base of the Sword God of the Upper God Realm.On this mountain where evil winds are rampant, there is actually a god living!

Da da.

There was a sound of light footsteps.

Everyone followed the reputation, and saw a snow-robed youth in the depths of the rain-washed bamboo grove, carrying a spiritual sword on his back, riding the wind, his black hair was like satin, hanging down to his waist, fluttering in the wind with his pure white snow robe, narrow A pure gold belt was tied around her thin waist, and a small peach blossom mole at the end of her eye was shining brightly, like a snow elf.

The disciples were stunned for a moment.

One is because of the delicacy and beauty of the youth.

The second is that the God who lives in this world is actually just such a young boy!

Judging by the young man's age, he is clearly not much different from them!

However, when he unleashed the overwhelming sword of primordial spirit, they were so overwhelmed that they couldn't breathe.The most important thing is that such a young boy actually beheaded dozens of seventh-order monsters with a single sword.

How terrible!

Headed by Gu Zizhen, the young master of the Gu family, everyone stared intently at the mysterious boy who walked out of the forest.

However, the young man turned his back on the crowd and walked out of the forest without stopping.

As they got closer, everyone could see clearly that the boy's eyes were covered with a layer of translucent white silk, and under the white silk was a pair of beautiful black eyes that looked like jewels, clear and cold, like frost and snow.

Gu Zizhen had never seen such beautiful eyes in his life, nor had he seen such cold eyes, so he froze for a moment.

"Small...God, please stay!"

When the boy was about to walk out of the dense forest, Gu Zizhen mustered up the courage to call out.

The young man paused, waiting for him to speak.

Gu Zizhen hurriedly got up from the ground, tidied up the fairy robes that were covered in mud and water, and walked in front of the young man, respectfully saluted: "My Gu Zizhen is a disciple of the Gu family in southern Yunnan. I just thank God for saving my life."

"It's easy."

The young man left four words coldly, and then walked forward without looking back.

At this time, a large number of black-clothed monks poured into the forest, led by a middle-aged man with a long face.When Gu Zizhen saw the person coming, he immediately called out in surprise, "Uncle!"

The man nodded, but his eyes fell on the snow-robed youth who passed him shoulder to shoulder.

However, with just this glance, he felt a piercing sword intent emanating from the young man, almost stabbing his eyes.

Startled, he hurriedly looked away.

"What happened to uncle?"

The middle-aged man, Gu Fengchun, who is now the head of the Gu family in southern Yunnan, shook his head and said, "What, are you okay?"

Gu Zizhen nodded and said with a smile: "It's nothing, thanks to the God who saved me just now."

"it is good."

Gu Fengchun patted his nephew on the shoulder: "It's good to be safe. Now the five clans and twelve aristocratic families of the immortal clan, only our Gu family is weak, and the Gu family will rely on you in the future."