Li Qingtong's return to the Taoist Temple did not cause much disturbance. In fact, in recent times, lucky little guys like Li Qingtong have been coming back from thousands of miles away from the Taoist Temple.
They are lucky because at this moment, the Taoist temple has experienced the most serious losses since its establishment.
A large number of monks fell under the secret method of self-mutilation by the golden-armored corpse king, leaving not even a bone or a ray of soul behind.
Li Qingtong could clearly feel that the Taoist temple was loose on the outside and tight on the inside.
In that land of fire that has expanded to two thousand acres, there are at least thirteen Nascent Soul Stage monks stationed there.
The first time Li Qingtong saw them through the spirit cauldron, he was not full of admiration, but rather assessing what kind of practice these thirteen Nascent Soul stage old monsters were practicing? How much help could they provide him with understanding and practice?
The old monster in the Nascent Soul stage could no longer give Li Qingtong a feeling of spiritual shock.
As for the group of real people in the Dan Formation stage surrounding the thirteen Nascent Soul stage old monsters... they have been ignored by Li Qingtong.
This is not because of arrogance, but because Li Qingtong's ambition is no longer that of an ordinary seventh-level monk in the Qi Refining Stage.
On Li Qingtong's path, the spiritual tripod passed by the place where the monks were stationed, and he vaguely heard some conversations.
"I wonder how injured Daoist Suzaku is? She hurriedly explained that it would take some time to recuperate from the injury, but she did not return to the Holy Island, which always makes people feel a little uneasy." The memory of the old man who spoke was learned through Li Qingtong's dream perception.
A rather profound one.
He had perfected his cultivation in the late Nascent Soul stage. Not only was he at a very high level, he also killed several opposing Nascent Soul monks in the battle with the Palace of Immortality!
As we all know, after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, there are always winners and losers in battles, but it is extremely difficult for the winning side to kill the loser...
Every old monster in the Nascent Soul stage has his own life-saving skills. At worst, he can use secret techniques such as blood escape to damage his own vitality.
Therefore, whether you have killed old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage and whether becoming a monk of this level is a sign of supreme status.
"Hmph! Those who are not of my race must have different minds. I just don't understand why our sect pays such a huge price to cultivate a stranger? If you are just born spiritual beasts, what's the benefit to our sect if you are so free and undisciplined?
?" The characteristics of the Nascent Soul stage monk next to him were even more obvious. Inside his elegant and luxurious robes was an old man who was as thin as a hemp stick. It happened that this old man was born with a horse face.
When I get angry... I have such a long face!
"Junior brother Ma is still worried about Suzaku's unwillingness to borrow his natal feathers? You, you... are just stingy! Why did we all get Suzaku and lose his natal feathers? It's because you are not willing to part with the capital. We are all
In exchange for precious cultivation resources, it would be better for you, Junior Brother Qiansheng, to carry a head on two shoulders and to open your mouth with the full power of the five sense organs and five elements. Suzaku has already given you a lot of face without scratching your face!"
The third consummated old monster in the late Nascent Soul stage laughed at the horse-faced old man with a smile.
He is as fat as a ball and has a cute and innocent look.
It's a pity that I don't practice Buddhist techniques, otherwise I would be born with the image of Maitreya Buddha.
The other old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage also laughed at the horse-faced old man. From this look, the horse-faced old man has not been very popular for a long time.
"Don't bother to look into the past. How do we determine the opportunities in front of us today?" The horse-faced old man was furious, but those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage were all real masters with the same level of cultivation and similar strength as him. They were not at all capable.
Not afraid of the anger of the horse-faced old man.
"This golden-armored corpse king's natal corpse fire has spread. It's not easy to bring them back together..." These Nascent Soul stage old men became serious with each other.
The golden-armored zombie king who is half-stepping into the god stage has his own corpse fire... No one is willing to give up.
This is related to their possibility of going further!
This is a battle of roads. When there is only one road, you must take it and leave others with no way to go.
"The best and fastest way is to nourish with blood and lead with life!" I don't know who came up with such a method.
Li Qingtong slowed down his walking speed and only heard these contents.
He did not dare to reveal any abnormality within the scope of the consciousness of the thirteen Nascent Soul stage old monsters.
But the last paragraph shocked Li Qingtong.
With the lifetime experience and memory of several powerful men, Li Qingtong quickly understood the meaning of the speaker's words.
This is to use the essence, blood and soul of practitioners to cultivate the natal corpse fire of the Golden Armored Corpse King in this land of fire.
This evil fire can only be deliberately guided when it devours the blood essence and soul of the practitioner who can strengthen his body.
Compared to simply sealing this area with a formation, and then refining it bit by bit to refine the natal corpse fire of the Golden Armored Corpse King... the method suggested by the old man at the Nascent Soul stage is faster and more suitable.
Evil flames have a greedy nature, and they are taking advantage of the situation.
But whose blood essence and soul are used to nourish and refine this evil fire?
Li Qingtong suddenly had an unpleasant feeling.
Li Qingtong rushed back to the new disciples' camp, and when he saw Senior Brother Hao Ren again, he felt like he was in another world.
The two have known each other for almost three years. In these nearly three years, Senior Brother Hao Ren has remained the same, but Li Qingtong has changed a lot.
At the seventh level of the Qi refining stage, one can already have the means to nourish life at the lowest level of the cultivation world.
"Senior brother! My little brother is back." Li Qingtong looked quite excited.
"Junior brother, you are so lucky. I was so scared waiting inside the Taoist temple." When senior brother Hao Ren faced Li Qingtong again, he felt very complicated.
Practitioners practice against nature and are constantly fighting against fate, but they all believe in the theory of chance and luck.
In the eyes of Senior Brother Hao Ren, Li Qingtong is one of those people with excellent luck.
Mr. Lu borrowed the lives of a group of young monks in an attempt to condense the golden elixir. As a result, he died without a trace, and his true energy was also reversed.
He poured all his life's accumulation into the bodies of those surviving monks in the Qi refining stage.
Li Qingtong is one of the surviving monks.
Evil monks invaded, and Li Qingtong went out to perform the lowest level tasks with his little cultivation, but he happened to escape the golden armored corpse king who came to knock on his door and brutally killed him.
"Evil has prevailed over good since ancient times. I heard that the elders of the sect showed great power and allowed the evil demon Xiaoxiao to be beheaded and executed..." Li Qingtong kept saying flattering words, which made Senior Brother Hao Ren blush.
"Junior brother, have you gained anything outside?" While Li Qingtong was taking a breath, senior brother Hao Ren quickly changed the subject.
"I didn't gain much, but I almost lost my life outside. To be honest, senior brother, I met a group of evil cultivators..." Li Qingtong was really well-informed now, and it was almost as if he could fool senior fellow apprentice Hao Ren by talking about the topic.