A cloud in the sky above Demon Spirit Island is covered with an undetectable light blue halo.
There was a man and a woman standing on top of the clouds. The clouds were not high from the sea. Strangely, neither Lu Kun nor Xiao Jin noticed their existence.
This man was none other than Fang Xiaobo, who had escaped from the hands of the corpse Taoist before. He was an elder of the Hualing Sect in the Danjie stage. He bent slightly and stood respectfully behind the middle-aged woman who was wide and fat.
Fang Xiaobo's eyes flashed with fear. If it hadn't been for the legendary ancestor beside him, he would have been directly killed by the top-notch bronze-armored corpse, leaving him no chance to escape.
Looking at the middle-aged woman beside him, Fang Xiaobo felt a little excited. This ancestor liked to hang out among the foundation-building disciples, and he had been staying on Abyss Island for so many years and never went out. He didn't expect that he would come out this time. .
Could it be that the ancestor plans to formally leave the mountain and vigorously develop Hualing Sect?
The middle-aged woman ignored Fang Xiaobo's excited expression, and murmured in her mouth: "It is Lu Kun, the master of the Body Refining Pavilion, who has the supernatural power that only the devil can possess? This kid actually did what the Yiyuan Sect failed to do back then. .”
"Back in Abyss City, I vaguely noticed that he had some kind of demon king bloodline, but I didn't expect it to be the bloodline of the famous Thread-armed Demon Ape."
She looked incomprehensible, and she didn't know if the other party Xiaobo was talking or if she was talking to herself.
"It is said that the demon race completed its transformation back then, transforming from the body of a beast into a human form. It was freed from the restrictions of the demon beast's meridians and could use the magic and magical powers of immortal cultivators. This was how the thunder tribulation of transformation came about."
"Now this little guy's physical transformation has completely broken the limitations of the immortal cultivator's weak physical body, which is why he triggered such a terrifying thunder catastrophe!"
She raised her head and looked at the sky: "Is it God's will that has brought a glimmer of hope to the human race?"
Fang Xiaobo was a little confused. They were dozens of miles away in the sky, and he couldn't see the scene below with his spiritual consciousness. However, he could completely feel the terrifying power contained in the last thunder tribulation. I'm afraid the ninth-level demon Xiu also can't resist it.
But according to what the ancestor meant, the person who survived the tribulation was not a monster, but a human being? Body Refining Pavilion? Could it be that he is a cultivator who cultivates his physical body to resist the thunder calamity with his physical body?
With random thoughts in his mind, Fang Xiaobo did not dare to ask this ancestor.
The middle-aged woman was silent for a while, then took out a palm-sized, fossil-like green turtle shell, which had a sense of vicissitudes of time. She said slowly: "Xiaobo, go back and inform Yuan'er that the core disciples will be transferred. All of them will leave Chu within half a year."
Fang Xiaobo was stunned and said in horror: "Ancestor, is it possible that one of the disciples offended you and made you angry? You..."
The middle-aged woman threw the fossil turtle shell over and sighed: "My life span is about to end, and there are only about ten years left. The monsters in the outer sea are ready to move, and there is a high probability that they will invade the Chu mainland."
"With the strength of the Chu State's ten sects, they cannot resist for long."
Fang Xiaobo was shocked and said: "Ancestor, you live in symbiosis with the Black Turtle Demon King and have sufficient lifespan. How could you..."
A trace of guilt flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged woman: "Thirty thousand years have passed. Even if the Black Turtle Demon King's lifespan is amazing, it will be greatly reduced after living with me. Besides, I have lived enough for so many years."
She continued: "The skills of the Spiritual Transformation Sect are all related to monsters. With the help of the demonic spirit power of monsters, one can improve one's cultivation level. There are also secret techniques to enslave the demon cultivators in form. The skills of our sect are very important to the monster clan." The greatest threat is that after the demon clan invades, we will first destroy our Hualing Sect, so you should evacuate immediately."
"Give this magic weapon to Yuan'er, she knows how to make it."
Fang Xiaobo's eyes flashed with reluctance. He took the turtle shell magic weapon, hesitated for a moment and said:
"But Ancestor, for so many years, the transformed monsters above the eighth level have been hidden in the open sea, making it difficult to catch. This is why our Hualing Sect has declined. The only ones with the highest cultivation level are the Great Perfection Stage of the Pill Formation. If the monsters invade, Isn’t our chance here?”
The middle-aged woman said calmly: "Without me, Hualing Sect, do you think the sect's skills and secrets can be preserved?"
Fang Xiaobo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, and put the tortoise shell-shaped magic weapon into his storage bag.
When the demon clan invades the mainland of Chu, a large number of high-level demon beasts will appear, and the ancestor is no longer there. The Hualing Sect can enslave the demon cultivators in form, and use the powerful skills of the demon spirit power to break through, which will definitely be defeated by the ten sects. Covet.
The middle-aged woman asked again: "By the way, how have you gotten along with Baoqi Pavilion over the years?"
Fang Xiaobo was stunned. He didn't know why the ancestor asked this. He answered honestly: "Ancestor, you personally gave the order, and the disciples will naturally cooperate with the Treasure Pavilion with all their strength. Their weapon refining skills are indeed superb, and the overall strength of our sect is somewhat increase."
"Zhu Xiaofeng from Baoqi Pavilion also has a good relationship with his disciples."
The middle-aged woman nodded and said with a look of reminiscence in her eyes: "Du Ruoqiao's temperament is very similar to mine when I was young. I also acted on a whim. Now it seems that it has given Hualing Sect an extra escape route."
Seeing that Fang Xiaobo was a little confused, the middle-aged woman waved her hand and said: "Okay, you can go back, Yuan'er knows what to do."
"Yes, ancestor."
Fang Xiaobo was wrapped in the middle-aged woman's blue light and flew away towards the land, leaving the middle-aged woman alone in a daze on the clouds.
The middle-aged woman looked at the Demon Spirit Island below, as if she could see Lu Kun from afar. She shook her head and sighed: "Given the nature of immortal cultivators fighting among themselves, the Body Refining Pavilion may not be so easy to develop. If the cultivation method of the physical body is If those sects in Dazhou find out, they will definitely try their best to seize it."
"It is said that there is a strange movement in the space cracks of the demon clan. Without the help of the demon clan, the immortal cultivators are no match for the demon clan. This method of cultivating the physical body is simply a life-saving straw for those sects."
She looked towards the outer sea again, with a complicated look in her eyes: "Back then, the immortal cultivators relied on the help of the demon clan to defeat the demon clan. But after the Yiyuan Sect and the top demon cultivators ascended, the immortal cultivators became dark. A bunch of monsters."
"The cycle of cause and effect, I have been in charge for thirty thousand years, and I have exhausted my benevolence and righteousness."
Then she murmured a few more words to herself, and disappeared in a flash of blue light.
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Hundreds of miles away, Sanyang Zhenjun, who was surrounded by the flames, finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was chasing him. The dim three-color flames entered his body, and he swallowed several more recovery pills. His face became rosier.
Sanyang Zhenjun was very happy in his heart. If he hadn't exploded the original power of the alien fire, which greatly increased the power of the alien fire, he might not have been able to break free from the terrifying power in the void.
The teleportation fire escape technique he used not only consumes an astonishing amount of Nascent Soul power, but also overdraws the origin of the alien fire, requiring several years of seclusion to recover.
Sanyang Zhenjun recalled the previous battle, still feeling frightened, as if he was walking on the edge of death.
Although Tu Tiancheng was weak, he was still a monk at the Nascent Soul stage. He didn't expect that he would be killed as easily as a dog. Not even the Nascent Soul could escape. He had never heard of such a ferocious attack.
Thinking of the scene where he received the opponent's blow forcefully, he swallowed hard and his heart was still beating violently.
"This brute force is too terrifying. Throwing Tu Tiancheng's magic weapon has the attack power of the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul. If I hadn't possessed the power of strange fire and added the psychic magic weapon of the Red Fire Shield, I'm afraid this I can’t even take the hit.”
"The body of the master of the Body Refining Pavilion is definitely more powerful than a ninth-level demon cultivator."
"What kind of technique can allow a cultivator to cultivate his physical body to such an extent, and what kind of strength will his disciples have?"
"By the way, what happened to the terrifying thunder tribulation before? Does he still have a top-notch spiritual beast?"
"No, the Body Refining Pavilion is so powerful, I have to report it to my senior brother immediately!"
