Inner formation.
Two simple stone houses, four to five acres of medicinal fields, simple and simple.
In the small square in front of the stone house, Prime Minister Turtle is praying to the two beasts, the eagle and the tiger, to eat more century-old ginseng to prevent the essence and blood from being replenished.
"Master Jin, just take a bite!"
"Master Hei, let's stew the ginseng into meat porridge, try it!"
Most of the feathers on the harpy's body turned golden. He glanced at the Prime Minister Turtle with cold eyes and felt that it was extremely noisy. His wings swept across and knocked it over to the ground.
The tiger demon was completely black and without a single color. When he saw Prime Minister Turtle with his legs in the air, he naughtily moved it.
The turtle shell was spinning very fast, and it took a long time to slowly stop. The mung bean eyes of the turtle prime minister were still spinning, and his consciousness was already blurred and collapsed.
"You are such a loser. You have eaten spiritual ginseng for hundreds of years, and your cultivation level will surpass that of Yinghu."
Zhou Yi manifested himself and kicked Prime Minister Turtle to his right side.
"Master Immortal, you are back, they two..."
Prime Minister Turtle was about to make a report. Sensing the murderous intent, he changed his voice and said, "Our qualifications are a bit lacking, but we have a long lifespan and can easily live for eighteen hundred years. I will definitely become a demon king in the future!"
"good."
Zhou Yi nodded in approval. When he took Prime Minister Turtle in, he saw the shadow in him.
For example, the Yellow Ox, the Golden Eagle, and the Black Tiger all have alien bloodlines. As the bloodline manifests and transforms, their strength grows far beyond that of ordinary monsters, similar to the heavenly spiritual roots and alien spiritual roots among human monks.
Prime Minister Turtle is the most common monster. Fortunately, he took the spiritual grass and developed spiritual wisdom. His cultivation is difficult and slow. He was previously driven by the snake monster, but now he is oppressed by the eagle and tiger, and he is like a casual cultivator like a weed.
Zhou Yi looked at the two demons of Eagle and Tiger: "I am practicing in seclusion. I cannot cut off my essence and blood, otherwise I will drain the soul-changing beast."
Phew! Roar!
The golden eagle nodded repeatedly, the black tiger lay on the ground, and the big cat head tried hard to smile.
Subsequently.
Zhou Yi took the accumulated essence and blood, escaped a hundred feet under the spiritual earth, and opened a stone room to practice in seclusion.
"While practicing the Eagle Transformation while dispersing the kung fu, the escape speed will increase again. Combined with the Blood-Burning Escape Technique, there is nothing the True Monarch of the Golden Core can do!"
Zhou Yi used twelve Foundation Building Pills for the first time to build the foundation, and then used ten, seven, and four pills to build the foundation. Among them were the Spirit Refining Technique, the Concentrating Spirit Technique, and the practice experience, and more due to changes in mana.
After rebuilding, the mana becomes more solid, and it is easier to convert gas into liquid, which naturally makes it easier to build the foundation.
"It is recorded in the classics that there is no bottleneck before the Tianling Root forms a pill. After the Qi refining is completed, it will condense the Dao Foundation on its own. When forming the pill, it has 30% more hope than others, so it is valued by the sect!"
True Monarch Jin Dan is the mainstay of the sect, far beyond the comparison of True Monarch Ji Zhu.
It is rumored that there are more than ten disciples of Tianlinggen in the Alchemy Sect. They have been cultivating in Shenhuo Peak, and their ancestors lectured and solved their doubts. They never participated in small or large competitions.
"It's difficult to form a core. Building a foundation on your own will increase by 30%. Don't miss it."
If Zhou Yi was not 100% sure of forming the pill, he would rather die in the foundation building stage, so every additional point may be precious.
The first thing to do in retreat.
If your life span is reduced by a hundred years, you will be able to predict good and bad luck in a hundred days, and you will be safe and sound.
…
Twenty years later.
The Daoji finally dissipated on its own, and Zhou Yi dispersed his magic power and returned to the spiritual land to practice Tuyuan Gong.
…
Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.
He Family Palace.
He Dong was old and sitting on the Imperial Master's chair, sipping tea.
There are ten monks sitting on the left and right sides of the hall. The He family has been very lucky in recent years, and seven people from the Linggen tribe have appeared in succession in the ordinary world.
"Uncle Dong, it's been forty years, do you have to keep waiting?" He Zheng has become a middle-aged uncle. After decades of silent cultivation, he is the only two masters in the late stage of Qi refining in the clan.
"How long has it been since then? Less than forty years."
He Dong's movements are smooth and natural, and he is commonly known as a master of tea ceremony: "The life span of two hundred years during the foundation period is so easy to be exhausted, so you must be patient."
"Since that person has not joined the Alchemy Cauldron Sect, he obviously has average qualifications and managed to break through the Foundation Establishment by luck."
He Zheng analyzed: "So it is speculated that the qualifications are three or four spiritual roots. Looking at his old appearance, the foundation age is three or four hundred years old. Now that he has not shown up for thirty years, he has probably passed away."
"It's just a possibility! Besides, the so-called low spiritual root is just a guess."
He Dong said in a deep voice: "It is already a great kindness for Mr. Tang to allow us to live in the spiritual land. You should know how the casual cultivators outside live."
The Danding Sect has been fighting against the Two Heavenly Demon Sect and the Ghost King Sect for thirty years. With the participation of a large number of foundation-building masters in the battle, the disciples in the Qi-refining period followed in the footsteps of cultivators and became cannon fodder in the fighting.
Every once in a while, a true disciple dies.
The casual cultivator huddles in the ordinary world, no matter how much he hides his aura, his spiritual consciousness sweeps across, and the fluctuations of mana and spiritual energy are like lights in the dark night.
The demon demon captured the casual cultivator and sacrificed the secret treasures. The righteous monk used an excuse to disturb the mortals and the demon spies. The real sword fight had not yet begun, and both sides had a tacit understanding to clear up the hidden dangers.
The fact that the He family can maintain the growth of monks in the clan under such circumstances can only be explained by the secret of Luo Shuiling Ksitigarbha.
"Uncle Dong taught me a lesson."
He Zheng said helplessly: "Now that there are more monks in the clan, we need more spiritual rice and elixirs. Mr. Tang alone can't use up most of the spiritual land. We are willing to pay rent. According to the price of the Alchemy Sect, this is not Would it be beneficial to both parties if we work together?”
"That makes sense."
He Dong pondered for a moment and said: "Ask Prime Minister Gui if you can rent two acres of spiritual land. If not, forget it. Remember to be polite."
He Zheng bowed and accepted the order. He was not stupid, but he would not dare to offend Master Ji Zhu.
"Uncle Dong, don't worry."
…
Outside the formation.
He Zheng sent out the jade slip and waited for a full hour, almost getting impatient.
Prime Minister Turtle had just come out of the formation, with a dark face and squinted eyebrows. There were ten horizontal and nine vertical squares on his back shell, and he asked angrily.
"What's up?"
He Zheng was puzzled, but he still smiled and said: "This junior is here to discuss with Prime Minister Gui, can we rent two acres of spiritual land?"
"cannot!"
Prime Minister Turtle refused directly and turned around to go back.
He Zheng quickly stopped him and said, "The He family is willing to rent the house. According to the price of the Alchemy Cauldron Sect, Mr. Tang has earned the spiritual stone for nothing, right?"
"For nothing?"
Prime Minister Gui glanced at them: "These spiritual fields outside are all owned by immortals. If you want to rent seeds, you must first make up for the previous rent."
"Senior Turtle taught me a lesson."
He Zheng quickly apologized and did not dare to block the way again.
…
Return to the palace.
He Zheng looked gloomy and reported the incident to He Dong.
He didn't add anything to the story, he told it word for word. When he heard "the previous rent was paid," the monks of the He family were immediately in an uproar.
"The turtle son is nothing, how could he be like this?"
"I heard that after practicing for more than two hundred years, you are still a small demon in the Qi refining stage, but if you were a pig, you would be a big demon."
"The turtle relies on the strength of the people!"
"We have been running this spiritual field outside for two generations!"
"..."
After the Ghost King Sect captured Dazefang City, 90% of the spiritual objects of the He family monks came from the spiritual field. Even so, it is difficult to support eleven monks. After paying the rent, it is not enough to practice!
When it comes to the road, Senior Turtle becomes Son of Turtle!
"Ahem!"
He Dong coughed twice and drank the tea calmly.
"Why are you all so anxious? Mr. Tang has no clan members outside, and he has no disciples. After a hundred years, won't this spiritual land belong to our family?"
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