The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Wuyan has been practicing to the ninth level of the fusion for nearly two thousand years, so he can prepare for the Mahayana stage.

But he didn't expect that Yan Wuyan's eyes would be a little turbulent when he heard this, but he quickly calmed down.

"Give it to someone else."

When Emperor Qi saw him say this, he didn't comfort him or ask why he made such a choice, but said realistically:

"Brother's success rate is higher than theirs."

After all, Yan Wuyan had already challenged the Mahayana stage once before. If he hadn't been interrupted and plotted against, he might have already become a Mahayana cultivator.

And now, whether it is the Mahayana opportunity or something else, Qiguo and Emperor Qi have prepared everything for him.

When Yan Wuyan's Mahayana stage is stable, he can take the Purple Cloud Peach and his cultivation will be directly promoted to the second level of Mahayana.

By then, he will have the ability to deal with the Mahayana of other races. Maybe in time, the two of them can press the head of the Mahayana of the neighboring race to the ground and rub it crazily.

When he thought of that scene, Emperor Qi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

But in the final analysis, when Mahayana cultivators fight, most of them like to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use. They only use their own true energy to fight when they have no choice.

Yan Wuyan, who was standing two steps away from Emperor Qi, listened to her words and was silent for a while. His eyes fell on the leaves of the exquisite bonsai tree. He struggled for a while in his heart and finally agreed.

"Okay."

The Qi Emperor, in a good mood, reached out and plucked a leaf from the Purple Cloud Peach Spirit Tree. Looking at the jade-like smooth and warm leaf, his tone was light but murderous:

"This time I'm here to guard the gate for Brother Wuyan.

Anyone who dares to disturb the gate will be killed without mercy!"

Sensing the murderous intent that occasionally appeared around the Qi Emperor, Yan Wuyan couldn't help but step back half a step, then bowed his hands, ŴŴŴ.

"Thank you."

Wuyou used to be the best fighter among them. He had been the Qi Emperor for many years and had experienced many battles of all sizes. Naturally, he had regenerated countless times before; but what Yan Wuyan didn't expect was that just a trace of murderous intent that the Qi Emperor accidentally released could bring him such a strong sense of oppression.

This feeling was just like facing his uncle before...

Yan Wuyan couldn't help but miss it a little.

However, Qidi was not the only Mahayana cultivator who entered the Barbarian God Ruins. There was another Mahayana cultivator who entered the Barbarian God Ruins among the human race alone. That person was naturally the Cave God of Luohua Cave.

It must be said that the Cave God was lucky. He found the Mahayana opportunity in the Fengling Barbarian Temple. Unfortunately, there was only one pill, and he was undecided for a while whether to give it to Xiangqing or Rouyi.

At this time, the benefits of being a cultivator were reflected.

When you are undecided, you can decide by fighting.

The winner wins the Mahayana opportunity, and the loser maintains the status quo, which is fair.

Xiangqing and Rouyi are both Luohua Cave fusion nine-level great perfection cultivators, and their strengths are also comparable. The effect and influence of their battles are earth-shaking.

The cave god even opened the mountain protection formation for them. He covered his heart while watching the battle between them with swords, insects, and poisonous miasma, fearing that one of his right-hand men would be cut off by the other if he was not careful.

However, perhaps because the opportunity to advance to the Mahayana stage was too tempting, or perhaps because they felt that with the cave god, a Mahayana cultivator, watching them, they would not die even if they fought each other to death, so they were extremely fierce and cruel.

These two women who usually looked charming and charming fought for three days and three nights. In the end, Xiang Qing was slightly better. She used the Gu technique to separate Rouyi's soul and body, causing her to lose the ability to resist and had to admit defeat and surrender.

However, although Xiang Qing won, the situation was not optimistic. Rouyi's poison technique rotted all the flesh and blood on one of her arms, leaving only faintly blackened bones; in addition, there were various poisons and curses that she had barely suppressed temporarily, and it was not easy to break any of them.

Xiang Qing, who was slightly better, was in such a miserable state, not to mention Rou Yi, who was one step behind.

Fortunately, Rou Yi's soul and body were temporarily separated, and many pains in the body could not be felt for the time being, otherwise, it would be the same painful mask.

On the other side, after seeing the two people decide the winner, the cave god, who had finally dealt with his disciples, hurried forward to remove the curse, poison, poison and evil spirits for the two.

For cultivators, bleeding a little more will not kill people, but the various secret techniques of their Luohua Cave should be removed as soon as possible. If these things stay in the body for a long time, it is easy to cause irreparable damage to the body and meridians.

After finally removing all the magic from the two, the cave god looked at the two people with the same pale face and said:

"Xiangqing won this competition, and the Mahayana opportunity I found this time is for her;

If there is a next time, I will give it to Rouyi."

Rouyi, who was not as strong as Xiangqing, sighed, and then looked at Xiangqing with shining eyes,

"Congratulations, remember to give me a gift when you advance to Mahayana."

Xiangqing shook her head and smiled,

"How can there be such a rule?

If I succeed in advancing to Mahayana, shouldn't you give me a gift?"

Rouyi took out a bottle of spiritual dew and drank most of it, feeling the spiritual dew nourishing the meridians and dantian in the body that were exhausted of true essence, and felt refreshed

"Okay! I'm waiting to give you a gift."

Xiangqing was not stingy either,

"Don't worry, when I receive something good, you pick one first."

Seeing the two of them like this, the cave god felt relieved and said:

"You two are both seriously injured, so stay here and heal your wounds!

As for other things, I will ask others to prepare them.

By the way, after you recover from your injuries, don't reveal the reason for the fight today!"

Xiang Qing and Rou Yi were not stupid, and they all agreed.

After watching his two trusted subordinates go into retreat, the Cave God did not leave here. He just removed the formation and called another subordinate, handed her a jade slip, and asked her to count and buy the spiritual objects inside. As for the reason, the Cave God did not say it, and the people below naturally did not dare to ask.

After the subordinates left, the Cave God slowly returned to his residence, but his consciousness kept paying attention to Xiang Qing to prevent any mistakes.

So, in about five years, Yan Wuyan of Qi State and Xiang Qing of Luohua Cave began to retreat and impact Mahayana.

Even for the Mahayana forces, impacting Mahayana is not a trivial matter, so Qi State and Luohua Cave have kept it completely confidential in this regard to ensure that the news will not be leaked.

Fortunately, there have been no major wars in the northwest corner of Beida Road in recent years, and it is common for Mahayana monks to be in seclusion. If it were during a war, the two Mahayana monks, Qi Di and Dong Shen, might not have the time and leisure to protect other Mahayana monks who have advanced to the Mahayana stage.