Li Yu rolled his eyes slightly and thought about many things:
"It's no wonder that he is valued by Ji Gu and that he has devised methods on him to turn Ma San into a living corpse clone."
With the rare physique of a dragon-elephant treasure body, if it can be refined into a living corpse, it will definitely have unlimited potential. Even if a gold-armored corpse is eventually refined, it is not impossible!"
"Fortunately, this huge bargain fell into my hands!"
Li Yu is in a good mood.
His profound cultivation is naturally beyond what Ma San can match.
Therefore, after obtaining the Dragon Elephant Treasure Body, his martial arts accumulation immediately stimulated part of the potential of the Dragon Elephant Treasure Body and gained many benefits.
When his cultivation becomes deeper in the future, he will be able to fully unleash the potential of this physique!
"Yes, now I can be considered a genius practitioner with a special physique."
Li Yu flicked his finger, and a beam of real fire fell on Ma San's body. The real fire spread and burned quickly, burning the body into a puddle of ashes.
Li Yu stared at the puddle of ashes on the ground with a faint look in his eyes.
"Next, it's time to do some serious business!"
"Because of Zhang and Yin's incident, Moyang County has managed to gather so many cultivators now. This opportunity must not be missed before it comes. If this opportunity is missed, you don't know when it will come back in the future."
Half a month later.
In a mountain forest, several figures were gathering together and muttering, looking around from time to time, seeming to be quite wary and a little nervous.
One of them looks quite young, but his face is as pale as paper, his face is blue, his eyes are dark, and he has a sense of kidney deficiency, as if he has been fed by an old vixen for three days and three nights.
The other person was a white-haired old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. On his shoulder, squatting was a gray-furred mouse the size of a house cat, with smooth and shiny fur and sharp white teeth.
There was also a man of barbarian descent, tall and sturdy, with bronze skin. He was carrying a short-handled bronze ax with a cold blade and a bloody evil spirit all over his body!
The gray-haired mouse on the white-haired old man's shoulder raised his head and sniffed around, then squeaked a few times in the white-haired old man's ear.
The white-haired old man nodded slightly, then took out a spirit grain pill from his pocket and gave it to the gray-haired mouse. He said solemnly:
"Don't worry, fellow Taoists, except for the three of us, there is no one else within a few miles."
After hearing this, the two people who were a little nervous breathed a sigh of relief.
The pale young man nodded and said:
"Lao Bai's Spirit Wind Rat has been well raised. It has an extremely keen sense of smell and has even awakened a small magical power. Unless it is a Taoist monk, even if it is a warrior who has practiced the Turtle Breathing Technique, Qi-Keeping Technique, or is good at hiding
It is inevitable that a monk who is skilled in the art will reveal a bit of his popularity and be noticed by the Spirit Wind Rat."
Hearing this, the white-haired old man showed a proud smile:
"Zhi Xiucai is right to the point. I have raised this spirit-wind rat for more than sixty years, and all the blood in his body has been activated. It has completely transformed into a demon rat. I have been able to escape from the old man's troubles several times.
Damn it, rely on this nose!"
The barbarian man snorted coldly: "Huh, old man Bai, why are you bragging about yourself at this time! Let's get down to business!"
"That's what Fellow Daoist Qiu said!"
The white-haired old man was not angry. He smiled slightly, then his expression turned serious, and he said seriously: "I told the two Taoists why they came to gather here. You should have guessed at least, right?"
"Since the decisive battle between Zhang Changfeng and Yin Changsheng, people have been attacked one after another these days!"
The young man said with an ugly face: "Huangji Sanren, ghost-haired old monster, and Qingfengjian Xu You were all attacked and killed! All their belongings were taken away, and some of their bodies were in tatters, and some were
Burn them all, destroy the corpses and destroy all traces.”
"Some of these people are well-known figures with a small reputation, and some are unknown casual cultivators. There are both left-wing monks and warriors who have been famous for many years. However, these people all have one thing in common, that is, they are all people with no background.
Loose cultivators! And almost all of them are guilty of evil deeds!"
After saying this, the young man looked at the two people from side to side and said:
"So, most of the people who take action are some hypocritical righteous people or an old devil. The reason why they do this is to kill people and seize treasures, or to absorb souls and sacrifice magical weapons and magical powers. But they dare not easily
To provoke forces like Hongye Valley and Bibo Villa, they only attack casual cultivators like us who have no background or ordinary small households."
"In this way, even if the incident comes to light in the end, those big immortal sects will not cause trouble for him. After all, who will care about the life and death of ordinary cultivators like us? Humph, this person's calculations are quite loud!"
"Huangji Sanren's magical power with golden feathers filling the sky can be transformed into a formation, whether it is trapping people or killing enemies. Xu You is profound in swordsmanship and has exquisite swordsmanship. He only needs to condense the true meaning of martial arts to become a martial arts master. Even so.
, it’s not like I’m in trouble.”
"Although the three of us are all good in cultivation, compared to the Huangji Sanren, what can Xu You do with his years of innate talent? Maybe sooner or later we will be targeted by that person, and we may even have been targeted by him.
Once this is the case, there will be no escape!"
Speaking of this, the faces of the three of them all looked a bit unsightly.
On weekdays, the three of them relied on their own cultivation, but they were quite carefree and happy, and acted quite unscrupulously.
There are not only the lives of enemies but also the blood of innocent people under his hands. Not only are they full of evil, but they are also burning, killing, looting and doing bad things. Otherwise, how could we have reached this point?
Cultivation is difficult and every step requires a lot of resources.
But those miraculous medicines, magical weapons, magical powers and techniques are not big cabbage. If you don't snatch them, don't fight for them, don't fight for them, who will give them to them?
If they were really targeted by that person secretly, their savings over the years would be cheap without anyone telling them, and their lives would be lost. How could the three of them not panic?
"good!"
The white-haired old man nodded, and said seriously with a wrinkled old face: "So just in case, the three of us must get together in the past few days. Even if someone does attack, the three of us can communicate with each other."
Take care of one or two."
The paper scholar and the barbarian man both nodded in agreement and had no objections.
The three of them are all acquaintances and have dealt with each other several times before, so they have initially established some trust among each other.
Now that we have a common enemy, cooperation is a matter of course.
After confirming their cooperation, the three began to discuss some details and discuss how to overcome this difficulty.
However, just as the three of them were discussing, a golden sword energy flew quietly and easily chopped off the white-haired old man's head, and a stream of blood spurted out from his neck.