Chapter 606 The Grave

‘This time, the sect was really bleeding. ’

Walking out of the Ancestor Hall, Fang Xing looked at the disciples who were not qualified to discuss matters but obviously heard the sound of the wind and became much more excited, and said in his heart.

Before, the disciples within Qingmuling had to be divided into three or six or nine levels.

For example, an alien cultivator like him can only exchange for the fundamental diagram of the magical power of the "Crass-Head God". It is almost a dream to want to "Flesh Tai Sui".

I rely on the time of war, the rules were omitted and the help of Fei Changnong, so I barely succeeded in the acquisition.

At this time, the redemption list is treated equally. No matter what the difference between foreigners and one’s own people, as long as the military achievements are enough, it can be redeemed.

‘Actually, there were signs before, but now it’s just formally recognized. ’

‘We have experienced a family disaster. If we divide the internal and external areas, it will only make people feel disappointed in vain…’

Those disciples who were thrilled to see a large number of Taoist elixirs open for redemption, cheered and excited.

The Taoist monk was so excited that he could not help himself for the "Spiritual Power Pill Membrane".

‘This is when people die for money and birds die for food…’

‘Even though I know the building is about to collapse, I will give you a great reward and everyone will take the lead…’

Fang Xing looked at these scenes with interest: "Just like the game of passing flowers by beating the drum, everyone knows that the last stick is dangerous, but they bet that they will not be the last one...'

Although he was a little interested in the "Spiritual Pill Membrane", he was not ready to take action.

After all, with Fang Xing’s talent, two pseudo-magic powers have been gathered.

By comprehending the "Flesh Tai Sui" and "Lucao", we can understand the method of fusion of magical powers and achieve the "Flesh and Blood" magical powers. It cannot be said that it is in the back of our palms, but it is also extremely simple.

'After all, I am the reincarnation of a true immortal. Although the spiritual root flowing immortal path I took before was completely different from the way of practicing in this world, it is still no problem to break through to a realm with complete skills... After all, three Thousands of great roads, do you have different paths and return together? ’

While thinking, Fei Changnong and Senior Sister Hong also came out.

But at this time, the two sides were more like father and daughter, or even grandfather and grandson than Taoist couples.

Fei Changnong looked depressed and bowed to Fang Xing. He had no interest in going forward to talk and left on his own.

Fang Xing chuckled and returned to Qingyu Garden.

To be honest, many monks Daoji have died in battle and a large number of positions have been empty.

If he wants to be transferred, it is just a matter of one sentence, and even the deputy master of Shennong Hall cannot be considered.

But Fang Xing didn't like it at all, so he chose to continue farming in Qingyu Garden.

"Next... plant evergreen trees with all their might and strive to plant eternal trees in the valley."

"In this way, my promotion speed can also be faster."

Fang Xing looked at Qingyu Valley and made plans silently in his heart.

After being promoted to level 15 druid, his [Tree-Grancher] talent was also strengthened, and he had more experience in planting trees.

Otherwise, the more experience the druids will need to be promoted, and it is really not an easy gap to fill.

At this time, Fang Xing could already say that he was in power and could do whatever he wanted in Qingyu Garden.

"Uncle in charge..."

Meng Tiandong flew over and asked respectfully: "The tomb of the disciple who died this time has been built, so I have to go and see it..."

"Forget it, just go and have a look."

Fang Xing followed Meng Tiandong and came to a corner of the Medicine Garden, where he saw several tombs.

One of them actually belongs to Dong Meier.

Although this woman held on to the first few rounds, she fell into the last darkness before dawn.

On the contrary, the two old Lingnongs, Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian, were relatively agile and escaped.

Even so, Meng Tiandong also lost an arm.

Fang Xing thought for a while and summoned the disciples of the Medicine Garden: "You people have no contributions and have worked hard... Now that the sect is rewarding me with great rewards, I can make the decision and exchange for you a 'Daoji Pill', but then allocate it. Whoever you give it to depends on your own efforts.”

Although Daoji Pill is also very precious to Daoji monks, it is not an unavailable thing.

On the redemption list, as long as you have the military achievements of killing a Daoji First Realm, you can redeem it.

Anyway, Fang Xing is useless to take advantage of his military achievements, so he doesn't mind getting one at random to enhance the enthusiasm of his disciples.

After all, there were so many companions who died before, as long as they were humans, they would easily think more and then have some psychological problems.

Sure enough, as soon as this statement was said, everyone seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.

Even if Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian were obviously over the Jiazi period, because Fang Xing promised to leave the Daoji Pill to his descendants, they all worked hard to start planting trees...

...

Because we knew that after the war, too many people died in the sect, the demand for various spiritual medicines fell.

Fang Xing didn't have any effort to cultivate a hundred years of spiritual medicine.

In a trance, another period of spring and autumn passed by.

This day.

Fang Xing had just taken out a pot of homemade fruit wine to celebrate his 85th birthday.

Suddenly, I felt aware and looked towards the valley entrance.

I saw an old man with white hair flying over, it was Fei Changnong!

"Senior Brother Fei, are you here to count the elixir?"

Fang Xing greeted him, smiled and asked.

"That's right, but junior brother must be prepared. This time I'm afraid I won't make any contributions..."

费长农身上带着一股垂垂老朽之气，似乎行将就木。

方星也不多说，让同样老态龙钟的孟天东，取来最低份额的灵药。

"Well... these can get five hundred merits."

费长农清点一番，若有所思地瞥了方星一眼。

This junior brother obviously knew the situation and did not spend much effort.

On the contrary, the evergreen trees around almost surrounded the entire medicine garden.

He once had some doubts about the junior brother's motives.

But now it seems that it is just to plant trees?

‘Oh… Although Junior Brother Fang practices origami art, it’s really not certain who will send away whom in the future. ’

Fei Changnong sighed in his heart and began to discuss with Fang Xing the three ultimate points and the affairs of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

It can be said that since the defeat in the last battle, the Killing Sect has seemed to be a huge rock hanging in the hearts of all the Qingmuling disciples. I don’t know when this huge rock will fall.

Fang Xing watched Fei Changnong leave, and knew that the next time he came to collect the elixir, 80% of the person would not be this person.

He turned around and looked at Meng Tiandong: "This time, we have made such contributions, do you have any complaints?"

Meng Tiandong looked old and bowed with his only one-arm: "The little old man has half buried the loess, what do you care about these things outside?"

"What's more, the previous great disaster was that the uncle in charge of the sect saved the old man's life. The old man only hoped to be alive and do something for the uncle of the sect and repay it for a few things..."

"Um."

Fang Xing nodded: "You said that if you want to live a lifetime in this garden, then choose your own cemetery in the medicine garden."

"Yes, thank you uncle."

Meng Tiandong quickly saluted.

He is an old man from Qingyu Garden and he does have a lot of feelings for it.

It's really good to be able to bury this place.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a jade bottle was thrown in front of him.

"This Taoist elixir will be assigned to you, whether it is left to your descendants or to other junior brothers and sisters, you can do whatever you want..."

Fang Xing waved his hand and told Meng Tiandong not to disturb him. He was preparing to enter the wooden house to practice hard, strive to achieve one go, and practice magical powers.

...

Spring goes and autumn comes.

Time passes year by year.

Dulongpo, Qingli Swamp, and Qingmuling are as usual.

The Killing Sect said it was coming, but after calling too much, the wolf came, but it never came...

It is said that he showed his enemy as weak, and then set up a trap. Even against the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, he won a beautiful one and was promoted to a true king of Yangshen on the spot.

The ten major sects of good and evil in the entire area, especially the disciples of Qingmuling, who were very complicated when they heard this news.

At the beginning, they were so scared that they began to attack each other by just one news, almost ready to cut their flesh and feed the tiger at all costs.

But in the end, the Killing Sect still couldn't stand the other side and had to fight the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty to the end.

This is a joke that makes the sect that is more and more outside the world.

On the contrary, the disciples of Aoki Ridge were just glad except for being a little ashamed.

If the Killing Sect cannot come, then they can practice and live as usual... and are still the disciples of the ten sects who are arrogant!

Qingyu Garden.

Inside the tree house.

"This killing sect is interesting..."

Fang Xing sat cross-legged, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The reason why he can sit firmly on Diaoyutai is naturally because his strength is amazing.

Even if Aoki Ridge encounters a surprise attack, it will definitely run out.

Don’t rush at this time, so you will naturally concentrate on your practice.

"The reason why false supernatural powers are false supernatural powers is that the secret lines of supernatural powers are incomplete..."

"And the adapted pseudo-sage powers, the secret patterns of magical powers can complement each other and form a magical power talisman..."

"The magical power talisman is not stable. After all, it is just a planar binary structure. It also needs to form a three-dimensional seed form and become a 'spirit seed' to be considered stable."

"This seed of magical power is the golden elixir in a broad sense."

When Fang Xing looked inside the Dantian, he saw that his Taoist foundation suddenly changed, and the shadows of the tree were swaying, forming a silhouette of a magical talisman.

At this point, he can be called a quasi-yin god real person.

Next, you just need to slowly polish the seeds of magical powers and you can make a breakthrough naturally!

"Although the way of practice in this world is special, after the basics are completed, practice will become faster and faster..."

"The bottom level may change in a variety of ways, but when it reaches a high level, it will never leave its roots."

Fang Xing walked out of the tree house, welcomed the ray of sunshine, and silently calculated:

"After the Yin Shen Zhenren, he naturally had a little thought to transform into Pure Yang... and thus promoted to the Yang Shen Zhenren!"

"As for the True Lord Yangshen going up? It seems that he is going to take other paths..."

"This mundane has some limit... The True Lord of Yangshen may not be the limit, but further up, it will be almost done..."

He looked at the layer of celestial membrane and thought of the various legends of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

In the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, the general land city gods are called "diya". If they are not considered Yin soldiers and Yin generals, their strength is equivalent to Daoji and Yinshen Zhenren.

The real "god" will ascend to the "Heavenly Court" and go to an outer plane that is closely connected with the mundane world but is more advanced.

While thinking, he walked to a tombstone without realizing it.

This is Meng Tiandong's tomb.