Monsters rarely see insects. After all, insects have short lifespans and low IQs.
Insect monsters are among the most difficult to deal with, and even aliens with extraordinary bloodline are unwilling to provoke them.
One is poison, the other is quantity.
"For a hundred years of divination, it must be a good fortune for the first time..."
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, waved Prime Minister Gui to leave, and ignored the matter.
Opportunities and risks coexist. Even if there is a potential danger, Zhou Yi would rather miss it.
"Let's note this down for now. It will be much safer to condense the golden elixir and bully the foundation-building demon in the future!"
…
early morning.
The top of Moyun Peak.
As a result of sitting cross-legged for more than thirty years, the bluestone on the edge of the cliff is shiny.
Zhou Yi took out the stone table from the storage bag, boiled water to make tea in an orderly manner, and waited for the sunrise for decades.
The sea of clouds is vast, and the sun is about to rise.
At this time.
The sound of footsteps came, Jin Ang landed on the top of the mountain, bowed and saluted.
"Greetings to the Demon King."
"No need to be polite."
Zhou Yi motioned to Jin Ang to sit across from him and said, "This is the first time in so many years that you have gone up the mountain before sunrise."
Jin Ang is nearly fifty years old. On the surface, he looks only thirty, and his voice is a bit bitter.
"Yesterday, I hunted down a bear demon in the late stage of Qi refining, and used its blood to baptize the body, but my strength still hasn't increased at all."
Zhou Yi said in surprise: "Pure physical power, hunting monster beasts in the late stage of Qi training, what else do you want?"
"Sir, say something disrespectful."
Jin Ang said solemnly: "My dream in this life is to fight against the big monster and win it!"
"Ambitious."
Zhou Yi sighed in admiration and reminded: "It is a good thing to have great ambitions, but the process of realizing them must be planned, otherwise it will be just a fantasy."
"I have some vague ideas, I don't know whether they are right or wrong."
Jin Ang stood up, his whole body tightened, and a touch of red blood flowed out of his body, like a halo of flames.
"Since the baptism of the body has reached its peak, the blood energy in the body has taken shape. The sword can break open the skin of monsters and the beast's claws can be blocked by holding it in front of the chest. However, human blood energy is limited, and it can be used only a few times before it is exhausted, so it can only Use it at critical moments.”
"Then what do you think?"
Zhou Yi had known about the manifestation of blood energy for a long time and had studied it carefully. It was made from a mixture of pure blood energy and strength.
Not to mention the small amount of blood, its flexibility and purity are not as good as the mana. The only advantage is that it does not require spiritual energy, but it requires the baptism of the monsters stimulated by spiritual energy.
Jin Ang said: "Your Excellency has told me a lot about cultivating immortals. I also want to imitate the monks and condense blood energy and store it in my Dantian, so that I can continue to use it during battle."
"The Dantian is a vital part of the human body. I advise you not to try it easily."
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said: "The human body has 365 acupoints, many of which can be recovered from injuries, and even serious injuries will not be fatal. You can first condense the qi and blood in the acupoints, and wait until the technique is fully deduced , and then the messengers will gather in Dantian."
Jin Ang listened with rapt attention, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt more and more that it was mysterious and feasible.
Adults in their fifties stood on the edge of the cliff like children, roaring at the sea of clouds.
Roar……
As if in response to the whistling sound, the red sun suddenly rose and hung above the sea of clouds.
…
There is no time in the mountains.
In the blink of an eye, another thirteen years have passed.
"Five hundred years old!"
Zhou Yi looked proud. It was rare for Jindan Zhenjun to live beyond five hundred years, let alone encounter a good and evil sword fight.
"Such a birthday is worthy of celebration."
Thinking of this, I took out the lotus tube and divined bad luck on the tenth day.
"Nothing happened!"
Zhou Yi's wings vibrated and turned into a purple, gold and red rainbow flying north.
With Thunder Escape, Eagle Transformation, and the Burning Blood Escape Technique, the speed is not inferior to that of True Lord Jindan. Feiyunling is located in the northernmost part of Shiwan Mountain, only more than 10,000 miles away from Yunzhou.
Half a day later.
Outside Baiquan City.
Zhou Yi emerged from the ground, and after entering Yunzhou, he changed to Earth Escape to avoid running into the monks.
"I missed Baimei Pavilion back then, and I will definitely make up for it this time on my birthday!"
As a result, I went to the city to inquire and found out that Baimei Pavilion had disappeared and was replaced by Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
"It's a pity that I missed many marriages in the blink of an eye."
Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed, transformed into a middle-aged uncle, and stepped into the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Private room on the second floor.
Hugging each other from left to right, feeding one with wine and the other with grapes.
Zhou Yi leaned on the couch, seemingly watching the dance downstairs, but in fact his consciousness was locked on the two handsome young men.
There are five levels of Qi refining and four levels of Qi refining.
"The magic power is pure, and the aura is as sharp as a sword. He should be a sword cultivator. There is a long sword inscription on the corner of his inner clothes. Could he be a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect?"
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, handed a token to the girl, and whispered a few instructions.
…
downstairs.
Ding Zhi and Lu An invited a large group of girls to accompany them for drinks, and they were very free and happy.
"Senior Brother Lu, what did I say?"
Ding Zhi said proudly: "This place is really free and happy. I practice swordsmanship in the mountains all day long, and I am almost perfect at swordsmanship."
"When the real swords merge into one, the junior brother becomes a treasure, how can he have the chance to go down the mountain?"
Lu An told a joke that was not funny. There is no hope in the road. Who is willing to indulge in the world of mortals: "No wonder junior brother rushes down the mountain every time, especially the long journey to Yunzhou. It seems tiring and dangerous, but in fact it is extremely wonderful!"
"Hey, in this world, where is there anything that is not dangerous?"
Ding Zhi said: "Instead of getting involved in the fights with those big shots, it is better to patrol the common people. This common woman looks ordinary, but she is gentle and obedient. The senior sister in the sect is beautiful, but she is cold stone."
The two of them are just ordinary disciples, relying on the legacy of their ancestors and belonging to the lowest level of the sect.
Now he has come to the mortal world to carry out his mission, and has transformed into a high-ranking immortal master, who can decide life or death with just one word. Even if he met a monk and put on the robe of Lingjian Sect, Master Ji Zhu would not provoke him.
The sword cultivator is known as the number one in killing, even more powerful than the thunder method, and the Lingjian Sect is famous for protecting shortcomings!
Lu An was still a little worried: "The sect asked us to investigate the evil cultivators in Baiquan City. We eat and drink and have fun every day. How can we do business when we go back?"
"It's easy to talk about."
Ding Zhi had already found a good reason: "Evil cultivators are fighting against each other. They live today and die tomorrow. Just wait a month or two, and the demon who captures people and refines their corpses will most likely die in the fight."
Lu An asked: "What if he didn't die?"
Ding Zhi said: "When encountering a cautious evil cultivator, he will not stop in one place. If he waits for a few more days, he will practice in another place."
Lu An heard this with interest and asked with a smile: "Then the evil cultivator just won't leave?"
"Then there is a way. When practicing at night, you can deliberately slow down the meridians. Remember to take the meridians to protect the meridians in advance."
Ding Zhi said: "In this case, the injury is almost the same as the evil energy attacking the body. If we take the injury back and say that the evil cultivator is powerful, we will naturally send others to eliminate the evil."
"High! It's really high!"
Lu An raised his glass and said, "No wonder junior brother has been on more than a dozen missions and has been able to come back safely. Senior brother, here's a toast to you."
At this time, a girl bowed and saluted, showing the token in her hand.
"You two gentlemen, we have guests upstairs."
Ding Zhi and Lu An looked at each other with a bit of embarrassment and confusion in their eyes. They met an righteous elder while drinking flower wine.
…
Second floor.
Zhou Yi asked the girls to exit the box, waved his hand to lower the curtain, and looked at the two of them with interest.
Lu An was so thin-skinned that he turned red with embarrassment.
Ding Zhi is a veteran, and said with a shy face: "Meet the real person, I heard that there is a demon making trouble in Xiaoxiang Hall, sucking people's yang energy to practice kung fu, so I came here with my senior brother to eliminate demons and defend the way!"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Why didn't Pindao find the demon?"
Ding Zhi patted his horse and said, "It must be a real person with great magic power and great reputation who scared that monster away."
“Fun and fun!”
Zhou Yi changed his voice and asked: "What is the situation in Qingzhou now?"
Ding Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this disaster had been overcome. If he really passed the news back to Lingjian Sect, he would most likely be expelled from the sect, and he would have to change the city next time he received the mission.
"Reporting to the real master, the situation is not optimistic. The Youzhou Heavenly Corpse Sect has invaded from the south, and the real masters in the sect have already fought several times, with both sides winning and losing!"
"The situation is difficult!"
Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled with aura, and he silently used the ecstasy technique: "Did the Supreme Lord of the Spirit Sword Sect take action?"
"No."
Ding Zhihuan suddenly said: "The ancestors of the good and the evil have agreed that the true king will determine the outcome of the sword fight!"
"Huh?"
Zhou Yi frowned slightly and did not continue to ask, so as not to let the disciples next to him notice something strange, he waved his hand and said.
"Okay, you go down, I want to have my palm reading with the girl."
Ding Zhi and Ding Zhi bowed and saluted, and left the Xiaoxiang Pavilion as if they were running away.
"According to the records in the classics, in the past, the ancestor decided the outcome of the sword fight between good and evil, and the True Lord Jindan fell like rain. Why has it changed this time?"
Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, then turned into an escaping light and flew back to Shiwan Mountain.
Qingxiu in the mountains is safe and not in danger, not to mention that the sword fight between good and evil is in full swing, and he doesn't want to come back even if it ends.
