Starting My Cultivation With Immortality

"This fellow is so daring to risk doing such a dark thing under the lights."

Yunsu looked at the group of nine secluded turbid qi shining with black essence not far in front of him. Through the cover on the surface, if he observed closely, he could see that the one who was robbed by the ten-level holy war , Ancestor Ming He, who was almost unable to fight back.

The quasi-sage who had also shown a pair of desperately fighting with the demon clan in the first two moments, fled to the west under the watchful eyes of the public a moment ago, but now he has sneaked back to his old lair in the dark, and although he was unharmed, he was greatly affected. He was frightened, knowing that today's doomsday was terrifying, and if he was not careful, he might fall, or fall into the prison of either the demon clan or Buddhism.

He didn't dare to move, for fear that if the wind leaked, it would lead to endless pursuit and killing.

West, he didn't want to go, and he didn't want to fall into the hands of the demon clan.

This kind of Jiuyou turbidity is not uncommon in Jiuyou. It is an incredible material for monks in the ordinary immortal realm. If you collect more, you can use it to cultivate several kinds of Netherworld magical powers. Li Jiuyou Yinlei is also a good treasure for robbing families.

But for the great power and the quasi-sage, this is a stone on the side of the road, and it has no meaning.

Although Old Ancestor Ming He is very wretched and has a very filthy character, it has to be said that in addition to being quite talented in killing, he actually deeply grasps the laws of survival in the prehistoric world.

There are many spiritual treasures in him, and he is almost a treasure of heaven and earth that dominates the land of Jiuyou. Usually, even the tentacles of the monsters can't reach the land of Jiuyou.

He has vast magical powers and is extremely strange. In addition to being unable to use it in the face of the quasi-sages of the prehistoric wilderness, the blood sea asuras under his command, if they are monks of the same rank, are often killed in one face.

He is scheming, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and countless great powers have died in his hands.

He was extremely difficult to kill, and the Blood Sea Array was ranked among the top ten divine formations in the Great Desolation in one day, and the ranking was still very high. There are millions of avatars in the sea of ​​blood, and they are the only ones among the quasi-sages who have been cultivating the hard way of avatars.

Even in this kind of chaos that was almost a one-to-ten match, he was able to deceive other quasi-sages, which was very powerful.

"With this fellow's ability, if he escaped this catastrophe, he should be able to sit back and relax. Before the age of saints, it was impossible to gather so many quasi saints to attack him."

As soon as Yunsu thought about it, he used his supreme supernatural powers. This was the first time that he had gone all out in the prehistoric wilderness, and shot with a seriousness that was close to fighting with others.

There is no way, this time there are too many quasi-sages involved, and the news will be leaked if you are not careful. Most of the mutton will not be eaten by then, and it will definitely cause a show.

And the ancestor Ming He, who was hiding in the nine secluded turbid air, was at the moment when his shock was still uncertain.

"Heavenly Court Monster Race, Western Buddhism, Tongtian Old Thief..."

Strictly speaking, the ancestors of Ming He couldn't face up to these opponents. There are three quasi-sages in Heaven, two in Western Buddhism, and the old thief Tongtian is even more hateful.

However, even though he was unscathed at the moment, it did not affect him screaming in his heart.

If he wasn't worried that he would be sensed if he called him by his first name, he would have jumped up and down, scolding.

I think my Styx ancestor was born in the congenital turbid air. Since the creation of the world, he has practiced in the sea of ​​blood that the placenta has turned into. When he became a quasi-saint, it was also very beautiful.

Unexpectedly, I was careless, I did not dodge this disaster, and was calculated by so many quasi-sages.

"It's already started!"

Old Ancestor Ming He looked at the west, and through the blood sea clone hidden in the 12th-grade Xiantian lotus platform, he had already noticed that the Western quasi-sages had finally collided and were fighting.

I don’t know if the Western sect masters noticed it, at least Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva didn’t realize that the ancestor Styx around him was just a clone, and he was still there to talk about some of the subtleties of the Dharma, trying to be at such a desperate juncture, Influence the first-class quasi-sage in this world.

"Hey, these quasi-sages can't get away now. If the ancestor kills the carbine and hits the heaven directly, he must even pull out the foundation of his demon clan."

Although Old Ancestor Ming He was frightened to the extreme just now, he didn't dare to move recklessly, but he was already thinking about revenge.

However, after a second thought, this daring and careful overlord of the sea of ​​​​blood escaped from the imagination of the demon clan who made trouble in the heavens and killed the descendants of the demon clan.

"No, this demon clan seems to be coming out of the nest, but the emperor is a little unfathomable. If there is something behind in the heavenly court, when the old ancestor goes, wouldn't it be a self-inflicted trap."

Ancestor Ming He is not stupid. There are only a few senior brothers and sisters in the top rankings of Zixiao Palace. Those who can stabilize him stably are not relying on a large number of people, or the supernatural powers and spiritual treasures are too powerful. It can be said that every One has been studied repeatedly by him, and he thinks that he has seen it thoroughly.

He would rather fight with Dong Huangtai than kill the Heavenly Court in a hurry at this time. When facing Di Jun, he always has a feeling that he can't tell. Although this feeling is far inferior to facing Buzhou Mountain And the two giants of the Eight Views Palace, but compared to the Heavenly Master who made the quasi-sages extremely jealous by relying on the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, Old Ancestor Ming He was more afraid of Emperor Jun.

There are traces to follow in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and they can't afford to be provoked.

But this Di Jun is like those grievances who like to entangle ordinary creatures.

"The safest way now is to wait for the Heavenly Court to recede. It's just a matter of time. Whether it's three or five thousand years, or three or five Yuanhui, the ancestors can afford it."

After thinking about it, the ancestor Ming He finally gave up the plan to go to the heaven to dig the bird's nest. Now that he has become a quasi-sage, time is not important to him. He can afford it, but the heaven can't afford it. Refining the dry will retreat and lift the blockade.

At that time, the sea of ​​​​blood can be revived overnight, and with this lesson and more precautions, it will be difficult for the demon clan to succeed in such an easy sneak attack.

"It's just because of the large number of quasi-sages! If you fight alone, the ancestors may not be afraid of anyone!"

The plan has been decided, and the ancestor Ming He is still a little indignant. When he thinks that he is a worthy sage, he is clearly unharmed, but he can only hide here temporarily.

In the eyes of Old Ancestor Ming He, becoming a quasi-sage means standing on the top of the prehistoric desolation. How can it be humiliated? Maybe one day when the opportunity comes, it may not be the first time to achieve the realm of a saint. Today, you are bullied by your partnership. On the head, there will always be a time for reckoning in the future.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

At this moment, Old Ancestor Ming He seemed to have an illusion.

what?

It looks like a dog is barking!

Ancestor Ming He unbelievably stopped all deductions and imaginings about how to take revenge in the future to raise his eyebrows. Just now, he actually heard three dog barks.

impossible!

Where did the dog come from in this nine secluded land, hiding in this inconspicuous nine secluded turbid air, the connection between the inside and outside has been banned for a long time, not to mention the dog, even the beast is impossible.

"Wang Wang Wang."

here we go again!

Ancestor Ming He's complexion changed greatly, this time it was clearer than before, as if he was calling from a distance.

As a quasi-sage, he naturally feels very sensitive. Although the connection between the inside and outside of the Jiuyou turbid air is blocked, when the dog sounded for the second time, he was very sure that the dog was barking at him.

Done!

Ancestor Ming He felt a sigh in his heart. He knew that he had to take every precaution, but he still hadn't completely avoided it.

In this wild world, how can there be a vicious dog who dares to bark at the Quansheng, it is clearly his own trick, and this time he is afraid that he will not be able to escape.

In this situation where the head is stretched out with a knife, and the head is retracted with a knife, the ancestor Ming He shook his spirits, broke the supreme forbidden method he laid down with a wave of his hand, walked out of the nine secluded turbid air, and saw everything around him. , was immediately stunned.

"This…"

Ancestor Ming He dared to swear to his teacher, Ancestor Hongjun, that he had never been here before, but he was no stranger to it.

He was in the backyard of a bronze palace, and there was no one there. In front of him was a vicious dog staring at him, and a line of slanted divine inscriptions was written on the wall of the bronze palace next to him.

"There are vicious dogs inside, so please don't enter."

A little further away from the Bronze Taoist Palace, there is a peerless sacred mountain that touches the sky and the earth. There is only this one in the world, and there is no second place.

"Buzhou Mountain..."

Ancestor Ming He suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his mind. Like a lightning bolt, he recreated the entire scene before hearing the dog bark. No, it was a thousand times, a hundred thousand times.

In any case, he didn't realize when he was recruited.

The whole process was silky smooth, and there was nothing unusual about it.

If Fang Cai died, wouldn't he even know how he died?

With the dog barking, when I walked out of the Jiuyou turbid air, the fourth senior brother Buzhoushan, who had walked around hundreds of millions of miles for so many years, had brought Buzhoushan from the Jiuyou land without making a sound. .

"This is impossible, everyone is a quasi-sage..."

Ancestor Ming He never thought that he was definitely not the opponent of Senior Brother Buzhou Shansi, but he never even thought that there would be such a day when he was wandering in the void. More than ten quasi-sages joined forces and escaped by him, but he fell unknowingly. Into the prison of Buzhou Mountain.

Could it be that the gap is much larger than I imagined.

"Wang!"

The little white milk dog in front of him saw the Old Ancestor Ming He was smiling but didn't speak, so he took the initiative to remind him.

"Hahaha, isn't this my precious niece?"

Ancestor Ming He said with a loud laugh, he could pretend to be mad and foolish in an instant, and he deserves to be an old conspirator in the quasi-sacred realm.

"Wang!"

However, it's fine that he didn't shout. This time he opened his mouth, and the little white puppy rushed up like crazy, and it was about to bite.

"…"

Is it really a dog? This ancestor is also a dignified quasi-sage, how can I be bitten by you.

Puppy nephew, you are too young after all!

Old Ancestor Ming He was about to slap this dog's nephew with a smile. Even if he fell into the hands of the fourth senior brother and fell into Buzhou Mountain, it's not something you can humiliate as a little puppy. If I don't do it, it's your own bad luck if you lose your teeth.

However, the next moment, the ancestor Ming He was stunned again.

In the quasi-sage realm, the mind can move at will, and you can follow the law without speaking. In the end, you only feel that all the magical powers in your body have just been lifted, as if they were stabbed by a needle.

"Hey... Pangu Fan!"

Ancestor Ming He only felt his scalp burst. He didn't even know where the senior brother was hiding, but just as he was about to stab this vicious little puppy, he felt as if a life-and-death crisis was coming, not the one that frightened him the most. What is Pangu Fan?

He also realized a terrible fact again, the fourth senior brother's Dao Xing supernatural power is no longer a matter of how much higher than him, but a feeling that he is not in the same realm at all.

It's not like the sky does not know the earth, when everyone is still struggling in the quasi-sanctified realm, this fourth senior brother is secretly sanctified, right?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. But in the same realm, why is he so strong, and when was the last shot?

last time?

It was only then that Old Ancestor Ming He realized that the fourth senior brother had rarely taken action, and he had never shown his magical powers everywhere. Even Pangu Fan had not appeared in the flood for a long, long time.

However, Fang Cai, as long as he continues, he will be killed by Pangu Fan in the next moment, not simply ruthlessly suppressed.

Even if the puppy in front of him is obviously very close, it is obviously far inferior to the realm of quasi-sage, and he may even die at a glance.

However, he is very clear that this terrifying fourth senior brother can definitely be at least one step faster than himself, or a little faster, just a moment ahead.

The gap of this step, for me, is death.

Ancestor Ming He dispersed all magical powers, and even stood firm and prepared.

The next moment, before being bitten by the little milk dog, he felt light all over and couldn't feel any strength at all. This feeling was even more terrifying than death, because it couldn't make decisions by itself.

Ancestor Ming He understood that he was suppressed by Pangu Fan, and now he is a livestock to be slaughtered, and his life and death are in the mind of the fourth senior brother of Buzhou Mountain.

"Ouch..."

The little puppy came prepared, and bit the dog's mouth, directly biting the most meaty calf.

"Shameless, how dare to humiliate the deity like this... oh, it hurts, nephew, don't do this, if you have something to say... say it well."

After all, Ancestor Ming He didn't scold the first half of the sentence, but the latter half of the sentence, accompanied by a smile on his face, looked very kind, but his face was distorted in pain.

Originally, even a quasi-sage, there are times when they are so fragile. Once they are suppressed by the innate treasure, maybe there will be the four senior brothers who will make a move together.

There's something wrong with this dog!

It is definitely not an ordinary dog. This dog's teeth are too exaggerated, and they can bite into their own quasi-Saint Dharma body. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The little milk dog bit the ancestor of Ming He and didn't let go. There was Lao Su on the side and Pan Gu Fan personally shot, but because of face, she didn't come out, she was not afraid at all.

This kind of opportunity to bite the quasi-sage, the puppy never thought of it.

"Wang!"

The little milk dog bit the ancestor Ming He and glanced at the line of words on the wall.

These all fell into the eyes of the ancestors of Ming He. Just as he was about to realize something, the dog started again.

"My darling nephew, if you have something to say, say it slowly, come on, let go of your mouth first...you...his..."

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