The rough young man with the head of a human and the body of a wolf was whipped, and immediately screamed in pain.
Xiao Buchong burped and walked straight to the center of the peach forest.
It has been twenty years. Ever since he escaped from China and successfully returned to the demon world twenty years ago, Suning has chosen to retreat.
He ignored all the trivial matters on the island and focused solely on pursuing a breakthrough in his realm.
Without leaving home, it is difficult to see his shadow.
No one knows how many realms he has broken through so far, and what level of cultivation he has achieved.
The only thing Xiao Buchong noticed was that the large demon gathering arrays were forming over Suning's retreat cave, and the demonic energy inside them was being swallowed up faster and faster.
"In twenty years, there will be no need to worry about resources, and they will be inexhaustible. With your talents as an innate saint after merging ancient demon spirits, you can at least enter the early stage of the ninth level of true immortal."
"Of course, it's also possible later."
"But the tenth level of the True Immortal is a threshold, and it's not easy to break through."
"Three more years at most. Hey, maybe you should be released from seclusion in less than three years."
He was talking to himself, his eyes twinkling.
Xiao Buchong stopped and looked at the large demon-gathering formation entrenched above Qianlong Island from a distance. His mind was trembling and he said: "Not to mention the cultivation suppression, if we just talk about the mental competition, I am too far behind the black bones.
"
"We are both semi-saints, I am in the first realm and he is in the seventh realm."
"Thousands of years, ten thousand years, I don't know how long it will take me to catch up with Duan Ziqian."
With emotion in his heart, he drank up the few spirits left in the jar in one breath, with a flush on his old face and a deep breath.
"Wood chopper, how are you? Do you have enough fairy crystal?"
Moving forward, Xiao Buchong came to a small hill in a drunken state, and said happily: "It's been twenty years, don't wait for Suning to catch up with you, the three of you are still at the seventeenth level of the True Immortal, it's simply embarrassing
People laughed so hard."
"Hahaha......"
As he said that, he couldn't help laughing loudly, and said with a little complacency: "Don't be too far away from me, I will really be proud of you."
"Buzz buzz."
Ten meters away, the phantom array shook violently.
The next moment, three bright lights flew out from the formation, all locking on Xiao Buchong.
"What the hell, are you playing a sneak attack?"
The lame old man dodged and pushed forward with his palm, instantly gathering three bright lights together.
"Let's go."
Flicking his index finger, his smile did not diminish.
Just a "click" sound was heard, the strong light went out, and the aftermath disappeared.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, come on, the three of you will join forces to deal with me."
"Let's go, let's go, it's boring."
Shaking his head, he walked down the mountain.
Boredom, boredom like never before.
On the huge Qianlong Island, he couldn't find anyone who could talk.
Therefore, since he aspired to the Semi-Saint Realm twenty years ago, apart from solidifying his foundation, he has never practiced for a single day.
Tired, tired.
"You damn lame, don't forget to provide us with the Immortal Crystal on time."
Faintly, there was a sound coming from the hills.
Xiao Buchong smiled and said without turning his head, "Okay."
Then, with his mind covered, he saw the little bear demon being carried back.
He was completely knocked back to his original shape and was dying.
