Chapter 297 Mysterious Demonic Lotus [Ninth-rank low-grade spiritual seed, Xuantian Immortal Vine seedling. ] Practicing Qi, building the foundation, forming the elixir, Nascent Soul, transforming the spirit, refining the void, combining the body, and Mahayana. The ninth level is above it, Immortal level! It is worthy of being the innate Xuantian spiritual root. Even if it is a seedling, it is extraordinary. (PS In the original work, there are many Xuantian spiritual roots in the spirit world, all of which are in the state of dead wood similar to the Xuantian fairy vine. They are treated equally and can be cultivated by default, that is, seedlings) Speaking of immortals, Li Xunhuan flashed many "great" descriptions about immortals, such as traveling ten thousand eight thousand miles with one somersault, destroying three thousand small worlds with a casual blow, etc. But in the end, it was settled on terms such as New Era Heavenly Soldier, A Blade of Grass in the Wilderness, and Yellow Turban Warrior. It's inconspicuous, but what does it have to do with him? He is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and the immortal-level item is no less than a great fortune.
What Da Jin? It’s just dry bones at home. The small spiritual world is ridiculous. His future is to become a god in three years and refine the void in five years. It can be said to be crazy. There was no way. He just thought in his heart that it was because of his many years of study that his character was extraordinary, otherwise it would not be an exaggeration for Fan Jin to pass the imperial examination. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but in reality he was sitting steadily on the cushion, expressionless, his eyes merely blinking, as if nothing had happened. Only he held the Xuantian Immortal Vine tightly in his hand, and then put it into the space ring without any care. Before the specific transaction, he had to return to Guanjiangkou and deal with Linghu. He remained calm, took away a few inconspicuous spiritual plants, and said with a smile, "Junior brother, I will take these spiritual plants away." You can't control this thing. In return, Brother promises you the position of a deity. Linghu didn't think much about it. Since the Queen collects items, it's normal to pay more attention to them. Besides, he doesn't have the conditions for planting in Yu State, so it would be perfect for senior brother to take it away. "Brother, it's up to you." "it is good." . . . While the fellow disciples were getting along harmoniously, a small incident occurred in the VIP building of Tiantian City. In a room, a long-bearded man with his brocade robe open at his chest was hugging two plump women on his left and right, and was flirting and teasing them all the time.
Suddenly, the male cultivator frowned, pushed the girl in his arms away, and waved his hand to signal the three women to leave. Then he took out a perpetual lamp, only to see two of the lamps go out. He couldn't help but look grim and cursed in a low voice. "Unlucky, I have to find someone again." It's not his fault. There are really not many people who agree with his idea, including the seven Nascent Soul cultivators whose cultivation is weaker than his but whose spiritual awareness is very strong. That must be the city of Khotan, otherwise it would be impossible to gather people together. At this point, he had completely given up the idea of playing around and decided to go out and try his luck, maybe he'd meet the right person. Not long after, he walked out of the VIP building in formal attire and stepped directly into the magnificent beast carriage. On the left and right of the animal chariot are warriors wearing golden armor and holding spears, in front are two spiritual beasts similar to the Qilin and the Fire Phoenix, and behind are palace maids holding lanterns. When the sound of drums and music came faintly from the car, the group took off and left, as if an emperor was on tour, with full pomp and circumstance. And his luck seems to be very good. Four hundred miles away from the city of Tiantian, a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage actually appeared in his consciousness! "Fellow Daoist over there, please stay." On the other side, Li Xunhuan was numb. He had already avoided them so far away, yet he still met the monks from Tiantian City. I'm so annoying. At the original place, he was wearing a white jade mask covering one-third of his face, with a tuft of white hair hanging from his forehead, and he was standing in the air with a huge sword on his back. Soon, a very tough man with long beard landed in front and said lazily, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask your name?" "Yang Guo." "Oh, it's Brother Yang. I think you recognized me. So I'll make it short. I want to learn from you." "Stop talking and do it." "Ah, oh." Nan Longhou's hands were in disarray, and he was a little caught off guard. But this was exactly what he was thinking. Without thinking, invisible spiritual consciousness penetrated his body and flowed towards Li Xunhuan like water, forming a black shadow of strong wind fifty miles away. Divine consciousness takes form! A cold light flashed in Nanlonghou's slender eyes. After all, it was a sparring match, so if one's strength was not good enough, it was normal to suffer some injuries. Just then, he smiled. The black shadow of the strong wind could not move forward an inch, as if blocked by some invisible wave. He understood very well that this represented the strength of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. However, this person's cultivation was only at the early Nascent Soul stage, so he had it under his control. However, when this thought just appeared in his mind, the spiritual consciousness in front flew back uncontrollably.
His face changed drastically, and he bowed quickly. "Senior, have mercy on me." The next moment, the breeze stopped abruptly, and a celestial lion, with its mouth wide open, stopped one foot in front of him. What a risk, just a little bit close. Coming back to his senses, he smiled awkwardly, quickly took off the storage bag from his waist, presented it respectfully, and said respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. Please accept my humble gift." Li Xunhuan took a glance and realized the situation quickly. Otherwise. A cultivator at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage who has lived for hundreds of years, a descendant of Master Cang Kun, and with a close relationship with the righteous path, it would be worth a look to see if there is any treasure there. He casually poured out the contents of the storage bag, which passed over his palm one by one. When a lotus root fell on his palm, surprise flashed in his careless eyes. He simply put all the precious ancient treasures, spiritual plants, materials, and spiritual stones into his pocket, without any explanation, and turned into a stunning rainbow and left. After a while, the heavenly lion at the spot disappeared. Nanlong Hou then stood up and found that his back was already wet. He took back the storage bag, put the mark again, and put in the things that Linking Dan even disdained. At last, he saluted from a distance. "Thank you, senior." After some polite gestures, he turned back. . . . Half a month later, a auspicious cloud fell into the mouth of Guanjiang River and disappeared. In the training room of the cave at the bottom of the river, Li Xunhuan sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at a dead branch and a lotus path in front of him, with a smile on his face. Thanks to Nanlonghou for the express delivery. As expected of the descendant of Master Cangkun, he also has a Xuantian spiritual plant. [Ninth-rank low-grade spiritual plant, Xuantian Demon Lotus. Dead species] Recalling the original novel, Han Lao Mo used Huiyang Water to activate it and Little Green Liquid to cultivate it. It took him two or three hundred years to finally obtain the Xuantian Zhanling Sword. For him, it was different. Balance, start. It opened my eyes. [Ninth-order low-grade skills, great-grade celestial immortal skills. The cultivation method of the Xuanmen guardian gods, the method of the heavenly (Tao) soldiers, that is, the method of physical cultivation, does not contain any magical powers. Note: It can be achieved quickly by investing appropriate amount of resources, but the upper limit is extremely low.] Taoist soldiers? No wonder in myths and legends, the heavenly soldiers look like fools, and the big monster can swallow a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers as soon as he opens his mouth. Is an immortal without supernatural powers still an immortal? That is a pot of chives, more lush than any other spiritual herbs.
Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey. You are so miserable. Tsk tsk (please don’t make a big deal out of it). [Ninth-level low-grade formation, Meteorite Formation, the basic unit of a large formation, with a very small coverage area and a weak counterattack effect.] The question is, how small is extremely small? The description of the scales indicated that at most it would cover a microcosm, or trillions of miles. [Ninth-level lower-grade elixir, Guanghan Immortal Pill. One elixir can turn a mortal into an immortal and ascend to the immortal world.] ? (End of this chapter)