I don't notice it normally, but when I look back, I find that so many years have passed.
For example, Xia Po is now completely unaware that it has been more than two hundred years since he set up the demon seed back then. If no one even mentioned it, he would have forgotten about the demon seed.
"I have a weird way of cultivation, forgot it, why would I become this ghost when I cultivate a blood man? "
At this time, he was staring at three flowers with very strange looks in the yard. After a while, he looked at the spirit pigs raised in the pigpen.
This flower is called Xueman, a taboo flower that requires nutrient growth by absorbing the blood of spiritual beasts or monks. It can be harvested during maturity and can refine a great tonic that can greatly supplement qi and blood.
At the beginning, he planted this thing simply because he consumed qi and blood by raising a sword, so he planted this kind of flower to refine elixirs that replenish qi and blood.
But later, his sword technique was changed to using the power of his soul to raise the sword, and the flower lost its function and never cared about it, and it grew until now.
As for how he survived without blood sucking...
This is probably because of the spirit pig in the pigpen next to you.
There is no problem with the spirit pig itself. After all, I have to eat meat myself, so I always feel uncomfortable buying it outside. I may not be able to be poisoned or something, so I keep it myself and eat it myself.
The only problem is that if the spirit pig stands in one place and does not drive it, it will not drive it at all.
Xia Po was busy all day and didn't care much, but suddenly he found out that something was wrong.
Why doesn't this thing drive?
Something that makes no sense.
When I looked down, I immediately found the problem.
The Bloodman actually grew a long vine under the ground, and then penetrated the soles of the spirit pig's feet and kept sucking its blood.
This is why Xueman can live for so long without Xia Po for a long time.
However, according to his perception, although this plant has an extremely long lifespan, it is not a particularly high-grade thing, so it can only last about three hundred years at most.
But how long has it been since I planted this thing myself?
A thousand years?
Two thousand years?
Does this make no sense?
If it were just like this, he might be able to let go immediately, but the most important thing is that he could actually feel the power of the soul in this flower!
According to Xia Po’s research over the years, the thing Shenhun is used to send signals to the body so that the body can move.
A flower cannot even move, what's the use of having a soul?
Can it control body growth?
Xia Po was a little surprised.
But this shouldn't be a big problem for him, right?
He decided to let it develop. Anyway, the immortal he cultivated was like a fake one. After seeing many outrageous things, he naturally got used to it.
When it comes to flowers, he thinks of seeds. When it comes to seeds, he thinks of the demon seeds planted in the Xuantian Holy Land. He doesn’t know what the situation is now.
...
Ten years ago, it was among the three thousand mountains of the Xuantian Holy Land on the Western Continent.
A young man fell to the ground, covered his chest, and looked at the three expressionless monks in front of him with anger.
"All of them are all fellow disciples. Do you want to kill me just because you didn't salute?"
His name is Rong Zheng. Like most of the disciples here, he is from a small family and has a little talent. He joined here with a frivolous young man.
Then I was immediately awakened by this cruel rule.
Here, you can fully see the microcosm of this cruel world of cultivation.
He has only been here recently, so he only has the third level of Qi Refining Stage, and the ones standing opposite him are a few of them who have been here for a while, all of whom are in the late stage of Qi Refining Stage.
There is a rule here, that is, those with low cultivation level must perform great gifts when encountering high cultivation level.
But he was almost starving to death at that time and was preparing a little spirit rabbit. But he was caught in these three guys and was caught in trouble before he could salute.
It seems that he will be killed.
But unexpectedly, the three monks in front of him all laughed when they heard his words.
"What other reason do we need to kill you? Is it okay to simply want to kill you? Hahaha."
The harsh laughter fell into Rong Zheng's ears, as if mocking his innocence.
The end of ridicule is a violent beating.
He seemed to have become the punching bag for these three monks to vent the pressure in their hearts. Each punch and every kick controls the release of spiritual power, but it is extremely hard, controlling it to the extent that it can vent but will not kill him immediately.
The whole process lasted for more than an hour, and it was not until the three monks could not completely notice his breath.
The three monks all looked at each other and saw their satisfaction.
Not only will they not feel any guilt about this incident, but they will even say that even if such monks who do not know the ranks and heights will die soon.
A heavy rain suddenly broke out in the sky. Among these three thousand mountains, rain can be said to be a rare encounter in a century.
The rain washed away the blood stains on Rong Zheng's face slightly. The blood melted into the land with the rain, slowly melting the layer of soil on the surface, and a very dilapidated puppet was exposed.
Blood slowly gathered on the puppet's body, causing the puppet to start emitting light, and then the puppet broke and a small ball of light floated out from it.
This light ball is extremely strange. It seems to have a physical body, but it seems to have no physical body. It actually penetrated directly into Rong Zheng’s Dantian.
A full day later, Rong Zheng slowly opened his scarlet eyes, his eyes full of shock.
Maybe it was shocked that I was still alive, or maybe it was shocked that I just had a dream.
After experiencing such a thing, he now only has two words to think about.
“Be stronger!”
In this cruel world, only by becoming stronger can you have everything!
This is the most essential difference between the demonic path and the righteous path. The righteous path is mainly for immortality, and strength is secondary. The demonic path is mainly for becoming stronger, following the precepts of the weak, and immortality is secondary.
In his heart, he has already recognized the devil!
At this time, a spirit beast comparable to the fifth level of Qi training period slowly approached him, as if he had smelled the bloody smell from the wound on his body, and wanted to have a good meal of the monk's meat.
But as soon as he arrived at Rong Zheng, he felt a huge pressure. Before he could react, Rong Zheng jumped up instantly, opened his mouth and bit his neck tightly, no matter what.
Don't let go.
This is not a cultivator fighting with spirit beasts, it is completely a fight between two cruel spirit beasts!
A moment later, the scene was in a mess, and a spirit beast lay on the ground, and next to him was a monk who was feasting.
A faint red light flashed through the monk's eyes, but it was only fleeting and it was impossible to notice it.
After eating the flesh of the spirit beast, he swallowed the spirit beast pill without hesitation and began to meditate and practice.
Several years later, he accidentally met the three monks who wanted to kill him before.
At this time, the three monks became stronger and more arrogant.
When they saw Rong Zheng, their first reaction was a little shocked, and then they looked joking and asked him how he survived.
Rong Zheng didn't want to pay attention to these people at all, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but the other party obviously had no intention of letting him go, and kept mocking and provoking him. In the end, he actually wanted to attack him again and see him.
Can you live again?
Suddenly, a black flame burned in Rong Zheng's heart.
The flame completely swallowed his mind and deprived him of his body of dominance.
When he woke up again, there was no one around him, only a pool of blood and three people's broken limbs and broken arms.
It is not difficult to see from the expressions on their faces that they seemed to be trapped in extreme fear before they died.
Looking at his bloody hands, he couldn't help laughing.
Is this strength?
He actually relied on the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage to kill three cultivators whose cultivation was far above him in an instant.
I have to say that the inheritance of Taiwu Demon Sect is indeed something.
To this day, Rong Zheng, like the other six, who were promoted to the Foundation Establishment Period, stood under a huge statue, and Kang Ming stood with his hands behind his back.
"From now on, you will officially become inner disciples of Xuantian Holy Land. This is your identity jade pendant. If you want to go out for experience, you can apply to me.
Those who break through to the Golden Elixir stage within a hundred years can be promoted to core disciples, be trained to be key, and can go out to practice once a year. Come on, come on.”
After everyone left, Rong Zheng turned his head and looked at the big and slightly outrageous holy land, and smiled extremely strangely.
If Xia Po knew about this, he would definitely say something.