After a while, a faint white mist overflowed from Xue Tong's mouth and nose.
The monks refine their qi, refine the ocean of dharma, expel turbid qi, and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The more turbid qi is removed from the body, the purer and more refined Fahai's magic power will be.
The magic elixir in Yi Xin's storage bracelet enabled Xue Tong to not have to worry about elixirs for three to five years.
The magic pill releases spiritual energy and generates true energy in the body. Driven by the Qi Refining Technique, three circulations are formed in the twenty Zhengqi meridians and the nine new meridians. Together with the gas-like mana pressed out by Fahai, they circulate rapidly and the turbid air penetrates. The vein wall passes through the gaps in the body and overflows from the mouth, nose, ear holes, and even the skin.
The elixir of the magic elixir naturally contains a little bit of demonic energy. After taking it, it soaks into the body and accumulates to a certain concentration. Xue Tong will then use the Nightmare Bone True Demonic Art to refine the evil spirit into a gang and strengthen the body and power channels.
Xue Tong practiced for ten days, and the air in the room was as turbid as clouds, making it difficult to see the true face.
There were heavy footsteps outside the hospital.
Longbatan!
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Huiyue Zhongnan Plain, Yinxiao City, one of the three main cities of Huiyue Continent.
The demon envoy selects talents and locates them in Yinxiao.
On the horse road on the outskirts of the city, there was an endless stream of pedestrians, carriages and horses, and demons from all religions and nine schools, walking or driving, flocked to the city gate.
Longbatan barely found a suitable guest house. There were so many magic cultivators at the event that the huge Yinxiao could hardly accommodate it.
"Try your cultivation and hit with all your strength!" Xue Tong ordered.
Longbatan opened his stance, shook his fist angrily, and a ball of blue light hit Xue Tong's Gang Demon protective layer.
Like the rapids of a stream, it hits the rock, and the force of the fist is scattered in all directions.
"It's okay!" Xue Tong didn't want to say it too badly.
Xue Tong gave Longbatan 50,000 spirit stones and a bag of magic elixirs, "Go ahead and sign up and bring your recommendation letter."
The elixir came from the demon soldiers he killed when he entered the dark hole again.
Longbatan rushed out the door excitedly, and it was already dusk when he came back.
He looked quite depressed and complained: "Five to six hundred people signed up, that's a lot of people!"
"The selection of talents takes place once every ten years. It is normal to have many magic envoys. Why, I saw a strong opponent?" Xue Tong asked with a smile.
"These guys look pretty good," Longbatan muttered.
"If you make it into the top 50 after three rounds in a row, I will come to watch the game in person to cheer you up," Xue Tong said.
In a demon-level martial arts fight, Xue Tong still had to talk about his identity, and it was not advisable to come to the scene right away.
…
In the third round, Longbatan was swept off the ring by the dwarf demon Ditang Dao.
He was lucky that his legs were not severed.
He returned to the guest house like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"You were born into a poor family. You have good qualifications but insufficient resources. It will not be a shame to lose. You can fight for the title of Demon Mansion monk later. I still have some pills that will last you a few years." Xue Tong comforted you.
"Your Majesty, there is still great hope for Batan's path to immortality and magic."
"Well, in terms of qualifications, it depends on your luck."
From then on, Longbatan became even more determined.
Five days later, the talent selection in Yinxiao City ended, and the first twenty recruits entered the Demon Mansion.
Xue Tong implemented the planned plan.
"The Demon Lord selection is in Jinsha City, let's go there."
The selection of demon princes in Jinsha City is the top priority of the selection of talents in the demon mansion. However, the selection of demon princes in March is often just a formality. After all, there are not many demon princes in the whole continent, and the selection of talents is mainly based on recommendation.
For the selection of Jinsha City Demon Lords, the important figures from the sect are often accompanied, and they can usually gather the largest number of high-level demon cultivators.
In August of the 10th year of the 10th year of Jinsha City, it can be said that all the heroes gather together and the event is unprecedented.
A small town two hundred miles outside the city.
The city was closed at night, and Xue Tong rested here for the night.
When Xue Tong walked through the main hall of the inn, he felt something unusual.
Two groups of people were muttering in a corner of the hall, looking unkind.
Xue Tong only heard: "Settle the old accounts, otherwise don't blame the Deta Department for being rude."
The speaker was a mid-term master demon cultivator.
"What does Deta do?"
Xue Tong returned to the guest house and asked Longba Tan.
Longbatan scratched his head for a long time, "The Deta tribe seems to be a tribe in the Xiling Lake District. I don't know about the others."
"Go and inquire. The two departments are negotiating in the lobby."
Half an hour later, Longbatan came to report: "Detta had a quarrel with Wo Xi due to a grudge."
"The Delta people want to settle old scores, and their real purpose is to interfere with the Woxi candidates' participation."
"Detta is so shameless," Xue Tong said with a smile.
"Yes, the Woxi candidate is said to be extremely powerful and has the ability to enter the Demon Palace, so Deta tried his best to stop him." Longbatan said.
"What is the name of the Woxi candidate?" Xue Tong asked.
"Yi Yangzi, in the late stage of Demon Lord, the low-level Demon Lord group has great hope."
"What grudges do Woxi and Deta have?"
"Both tribes belong to the Demon Clan in the Lake District, and their territories are bordering each other, so they have a lot of grudges!"
"What is the situation in the two departments? How many people are there specifically?"
"There are tens of thousands of demon tribes, and each of the two tribes has more than 100,000 people."
Xue Tong smiled and said: "We haven't even entered the city yet, but there's so much excitement to watch."
Soon, the noise in the hall became louder and louder.
The Woxi people wanted to leave the store, but the Deta people stopped them.
"Qiao Ju, what you did today has violated the rules of the devil's palace and hindered our department's selection of talents." Woxi Demon Lord Yi Buteng shouted.
"The Demon Palace has extremely high requirements and does not tolerate defects in the candidate's character. Yi Yangzi once beat our monk to death and refused to admit his crime. He is still at large. He cannot leave until the truth is verified!"
The Deta Demon Tribe has the potential to forcefully conquer Wo Xi.
Xue Tong took a look at the strength of both sides.
Wo Xi has one less grandmaster, and the innate demon cultivator generally wants to be one.
Except for Xue Tong, there is no Demon Lord in the inn.
Of course Xue Tong wouldn't meddle in other people's business.
The two groups had a small stalemate.
"Chi~"
A colorful fireworks exploded in the sky above the inn.
Everyone present was eclipsed.
Longbatan, who was behind Xue Tong, trembled violently twice.
"Demon Mansion!"
In the north of the town, green smoke suddenly rose.
A slender demon cultivator came out of Teng Yun, escorted by three demon cultivators on each side.
The slim and long demon-cultivated brocade robe is added to the body and embroidered with golden python patterns.
Others wore brocade robes embroidered with silver snake patterns.
The Golden Python Demon Lord is a great success, and the Silver Python Demon Lord is a high-level one!
The Deta tribe suddenly seemed to have changed into a new group of people. They were no longer arrogant and arrogant, and now looked like timid servants.
"Who hindered the selection of talents?" the Demon Lord of Demon Palace said coldly.
"Qiao Ju!" Yibuteng pointed at the Deta tribe and said.
Qiao Ju's face turned pale, "Don't talk nonsense, our department just wants to settle old scores."
"It doesn't count if it's early, it doesn't count if it's late, but it only counts if you choose the right one!"
Before the Demon Lord of Demon Mansion could finish his words, the void trembled, and two rays of golden light flew towards Qiao Ju.
"Sir, spare my life!"
Qiao Ju had a red copper sword in his hand.
The sword swung sharply, rolling up a red light, and a black lion iron shield floated in front of Qiao Ju.
The Demon Mansion's dark gold sword rumbled and shattered the red light, hitting the black lion iron shield.
There was a loud explosion, and Qiao Ju was thrown away with his shield.
Several lightning strikes knocked Qiao Ju into the air.
The Demon Lord of the Demon Mansion collected the corpse artifact.
"Qiao Ju disrupted the selection of talents, and I have punished him on the spot. Others who dare to cause trouble will be severely punished!"
After the Demon Lord of Demon Palace finished speaking, he glanced at Xue Tong intentionally or unintentionally, then turned and left.
The Deta tribe escaped from the inn.
In the northern night sky, another demon king slowly flew over.
"Lord Patriarch!" Woxi Demonic Cultivator cheered.
Only then did Xue Tong understand.
Chief Woxi was very proud, it was obviously the Demon King he invited.
"The Woxi Demon Tribe deliberately seduced the Deta people!" Xue Tong thought to himself.
…
In Golden Light City, demons from all directions poured in.
Xue Tong followed the Deta family and stayed at a nearby inn.
There are still a few days to go before the martial arts competition, and all kinds of spiritual object trading plays a starring role.
It is a rare opportunity to gather together once every ten years. Xue Tong asked the innkeeper, "The Ziyun Palace auction, one of the largest in the Jinsha City, will be held tonight."
"Ziyun Palace is a powerful force in Jinsha. Many things they do have the shadow of the Demon Palace."
Xue Tong told Longbatan to practice the exercises honestly at the inn and go there alone.
There were monks from the Demon Palace patrolling the entrance of Ziyun Palace.
The guard collected 20,000 spiritual stones and released them.
In the later stage of Demon Lord Xue Tong, you are eligible to pay money to enter any public occasion.
The trading floor can accommodate 300 people, with the female cultivator from Ziyun Palace acting as the master of ceremonies.
The female cultivator has a curvy front and back, and a beautiful figure and appearance. It is a rare sight in a cold place like the devil world.
Xue Tong came to Ziyun Palace to see the world and buy some spiritual objects.
However, you need to be extremely cautious when taking action. It is better to be careful under the eyes of the demon monks.
Xue Tong held back the elixirs, magic weapons and secret books until the female cultivator brought out a golden plate.
"Devil's Silk!"
Clothes woven from pure silk have the ultimate protective power for magic weapons. Combined with the two refined materials of Tianxiang bamboo tendon and Gui mercury, they become lightweight magic weapon-level protective clothing.
"The starting bid is five million!"
The female cultivator Ziyun twisted her slender waist and huge buttocks and said in a romantic voice.
After several quotations in succession, Xue Tong took the opportunity to shout out the price: "Six million and a half million!"
Xue Tong's top-grade protective shirt was damaged, so he planned to buy a silk jacket to replace it first, and then buy other refining materials.
As soon as he spoke, the auction hall suddenly became quiet.
Dozens of eyes glanced at him.
"What's wrong? My voice is wrong."
Xue Tong was puzzled that the recall process was nothing special.
"Six million eight hundred thousand!"
Gen's private room on the second floor, the old voice of quotation.
Xue Tong suddenly remembered that he was following this person and offered 6.5 million.
The old man's voice sounded annoyed.
"What do you mean, the spiritual object this person wants to buy cannot be snatched away by others?" Xue Tong suddenly realized and closed his mouth.
"It seems that the Demon Lord of the Demon Palace is here too." Xue Tong turned his head and glared at the young female cultivator in the corner.
The witch made false alarms from Xue Tong and aimed at her the most.
"Lord Demon Lord makes atonement, the little girl is just curious." Xue Tong's eardrums felt hot and he received the message.
Xue Tong ignored him.
The man who looked like an old servant next to the female cultivator tugged at the corner of her clothes to stop causing trouble.
In the early stages of cultivating the Demon King, the female cultivator said nothing.
…
The devil's house forced him to buy silk, which greatly reduced Xue Tong's interest, and he watched quietly until the last item was auctioned.
"Refining materials for earth-level magic weapons!"
"It's not the Moyun Gold I need." Xue Tong lost interest.
"Lord Demon Lord, can we talk over some tea?"
Perhaps seeing that the auction was about to end, the witch seized the opportunity and sent another message.
Xue Tong was silent for a long time, "Luo, please accompany me!"
The corner witch's eyes lit up, and she pulled the old servant away quickly. Before going out, she sent a message: "Tongmao Tea House, Anyi Lane, Li Xingbo."
"Li Xingbo"
"How could this woman be so interested in me?"
"Li Xingbo has an ordinary appearance, but his cultivation level is quite good. He has the rank of Grandmaster in his thirties."
The thirty-year-old facial features indicate that he was about thirty years old the day after he was promoted, and he has maintained his appearance to this day with the help of the Zhuyan Pill.
Xue Tong was undecided, but his footsteps were heading in the direction of Anyi Lane.
In the middle of the night, there were still pedestrians walking around in Jinsha City. Xue Tong lowered his cultivation level, turned around a few blocks, and saw Tongmao Tea House not far from the alley.
