The beast tide that was like the end of the world for the spiritual city was not worth mentioning in front of Li Daochong and Luo Yingsha, and it had already been wiped out with a single move.

Only a few scattered demonic beasts escaped, as well as those beast masters who Li Daochong was too lazy to kill.

As for Sha Mucha and Sha Lao Er, they were both split into charcoal under Li Daochong's yang thunder and lightning.

The demon souls of these two, Li Daochong did not give them to Luo Yingsha, but devoured them by himself.

The aura in Li Daochong's body has been further improved, although it has not been upgraded, but his cultivation has reached the peak of the early stage of transforming into a god.

Under the stunned gaze of the cultivators of the Spiritual Cultivation City, Li Daochong and Luo Yingsha landed on the platform above the city gate.

Bo Yazi and You Long Zhenjun glanced at each other, and knelt down on one knee at the same time, the former said sincerely, "Thank you Daoyou for your help, please accept Bo Yazi's worship." ”

Li Daochong held his hand, and a force rose from the ground, holding Bo Yazi and You Long Zhenjun up.

In terms of cultivation, Li Daochong is almost the same as these two god-transforming cultivators, and his combat power far exceeds them, but in terms of age, Li Daochong is a small character.

Let the two old monks who have lived for hundreds of years kneel down to him, but Li Daochong is a little uncomfortable.

"Little brother, are you really a spiritual cultivator?" Xin'er couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart and asked.

"Xin'er, don't be rude, is your name the little brother? How can you judge the age of the spiritual cultivator by appearance, and not to mention you, even if your mother has to call her seniors. The middle-aged lady immediately stopped.

Xin'er pouted and didn't dare to refute her mother, but a pair of big eyes looked at Li Daochong expecting an answer.

"Those who cultivate the truth, cultivate against the heavens, don't be rigid in everything, just call it, don't be more serious." Li Daochong said indifferently.

The middle-aged lady bowed slightly, "What the predecessor said is that the concubine is sensitive." ”

"It doesn't matter." Li Daochong turned to look at Xin'er and said, "Little sister, of course I am a spiritual cultivator. ”

"It turns out that spirituality can be so strong." Xin'er was surprised.

Looking at Xin'er's startled expression, Li Daochong felt a little funny in his heart, the spiritual city was out of touch with the outside, surrounded by demon cultivators and ghost cultivators all day long, and over time he became a frog at the bottom of the well.

Spiritual cultivation is the orthodoxy of the spiritual world, and demon cultivators and ghost cultivators are just unable to get along outside the Black Prison Star, and they are forced to take refuge in the Black Prison Star.

Outside the Black Prison Star, where do demon cultivators and ghost cultivators dare to show their heads, as soon as they are exposed, a large number of spiritual cultivators will immediately kill them, so as to obtain the reward given by the government.

On the contrary, the spiritual cultivation in the Black Prison Star has become the weaker side, being bullied and humiliated.

"Sister, spiritual cultivation is not as strong as it used to be, but it has always been strong." The silver bottle couldn't help but say on the side.

"No, spiritual cultivation is slow, the consumption is huge, most of them are mediocre, they have no talent, even if they have a little talent, they are very limited, and there are still many bottlenecks in the cultivation process." Xin'er then said a lot of spiritual no.

"Who said that spiritual cultivation is slow, outside, there are as many Yuanying monks in their twenties as there are cows." The silver bottle looked at Xin'er with a strange look and replied.

Originally, the conversation between the two girls didn't attract too much attention, but when the words of the silver bottle were spoken.

The hundreds of spiritual cultivators on the city wall all looked at the silver bottle with a monster-like look, and felt that this little girl was speaking openly, and the cowhide was blowing through the sky.

"Little sister, you can't talk nonsense, there are so many Yuanying monks in their twenties, how is this possible? The youngest Yuanying Monk in the history of our Spiritual Cultivation City also condensed Yuanying until he was thirty-five. A spiritual monk said on the side.

"Hmph."

As soon as the spiritual cultivator's voice fell, Li Daochong snorted coldly.

The spiritual cultivator took more than ten steps back, slammed into the side railing of the city wall, and almost didn't fall.

Li Daochong didn't use any real power, just sound waves, otherwise the spiritual cultivation would have been shattered into slag.

"Little sister, your name? My maid will talk nonsense? Li Daochong's silver was cold and piercing, with a hint of murderous intent, and the state of the whole person was completely different from before.

One second ago, Li Daochong was still an amiable high-ranking monk, but in the blink of an eye, the murderous aura spread all over the audience.

Hundreds of spiritual cultivators, including Bo Yazi and You Long Zhenjun, all had a chill down their spines and a sense of impending death.

Just now, because of Li Daochong's gentle attitude, they forgot the strength of the young man in front of them.

If he is angered, the spiritual city will really be finished, and there may be a glimmer of life in the face of the beast control gate, but in the face of this person, there is no life.

Bo Yazi and You Long Zhenjun preliminarily judged that the strength of this young spiritual cultivator was comparable to some of the marginal high-level leaders of the Black Prison Triumvirate.

Li Daochong originally saw that everyone was of the same origin, and wanted to help a group of spiritual cultivators and leave some exercises and mental methods for them.

But at this moment, there is no such thought, and the poor man must have something to hate, and this sentence is not wrong at all.

In addition to external factors, their own problems may be even greater.

The spiritual cultivator was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he almost didn't kneel, and his intestines were all blue.

"According to the agreement, give me the things." Li Daochong lost his patience and looked at Bo Yazi coldly.

Bo Yazi's old face, which was so old that it was a little hideous, showed a trace of bitterness, and glared at the spiritual cultivator who was talking nonsense just now, and it was an opportunity for the spiritual cultivation city to be able to make friends with such a spiritual cultivator.

It is even possible to completely change the fate of the spiritual city, but because of one sentence, this opportunity was ruined.

Rotten wood can't be carved, and there is no awe at all, Bo Yazi sighed in his heart, and suddenly he found that the spiritual cultivation in the spiritual city was indeed not on the table.

"Fellow Daoists come with me." Bo Yazi nodded.

Boyazi stood on a disc-shaped magic weapon, and then slowly flew towards the city.

Li Daochong, the silver bottle and the falling cherry yarn slowly floated up and followed Bo Yazi.

Li Daochong and the three of them followed Boyazi to an inconspicuous bungalow in the city of Lingxiu City.

From the outside, it looks like a very ordinary house, but when you enter it, it is a unique cave.

This bungalow is actually a spire deep into the ground, and the space inside is much larger than what you see from the outside.

This is the Ancestral Spirit Pagoda of the Spiritual City.

The essence of the spiritual city for thousands of years is hidden here, not to mention outsiders, even the spiritual cultivators in the spiritual city cannot enter.

In the entire Spiritual Cultivation City, only Bo Yazi and You Long Zhenjun could enter here.

Even Grand Commander Xiao Yan couldn't enter.

When Bo Yazi brought Li Daochong and the three of them into it, the other monks in the spiritual cultivation city who followed them all showed a look of surprise.

Others questioned it.

"What is the old city lord doing?"

"How can you bring outsiders into the country at will?"

"Isn't the old city lord confused?"

"Commander Xiao Yan, what are you still standing for, don't stop it quickly."

For a while, all kinds of voices came and went.

You Long Zhenjun shook his head slightly, and at this time, he finally found the crux of why the spiritual cultivation city was getting worse.

How could Bo Yazi be confused, but in the face of such an existence, there was no secret in the entire spiritual city at all.

That terrifying young man, as long as he wants, he can wipe the spiritual city from the Black Prison Star with a single move.

At this time, Li Daochong had already entered the treasure pavilion on the lowest floor of the Ancestral Spirit Pagoda under the guidance of Bo Yazi.

The protective spirit array here is extremely powerful, and there are more than a thousand mechanisms, and any touch of them will produce an extremely strong reaction.

In the late stage of the transformation of the gods, the monks may not be able to break through.

The space of the last floor is obviously much smaller than the top ten floors.

But the aura here is much richer than above, and this layer is divided into three parts.

A cultivation room, an ancestral hall with many ranks, and a treasure pavilion.

There are many display shelves in the treasure cabinet, on which are placed many strange materials, as well as various magic weapons.

In the corner, on a table was a dusty wooden box that looked like it hadn't been touched in years.

This place is said to be a treasure pavilion, but when Li Daochong entered here, he didn't perceive too much compelling aura.

If there is any powerful magic weapon, the aura in the treasure pavilion will definitely explode, and it will not be possible to hide it if you want to.

Bo Yazi carefully picked up the wooden box, blew the dust off it, and wiped the wooden box clean with his cuffs, and then handed it to Li Daochong.

"Daoyou, the heart of the elf is in this wooden box, please take a look, if you don't think it's enough, the collection in this treasure pavilion, Daoist friends can choose."

Bo Yazi just wanted to make up for the rift left by the spiritual cultivator's insulting words just now.

At the moment when Li Daochong took over the wooden box, an aura in his body beat violently.

Although the elf's state of mind is pure, when Xue Ni comes into close contact with the elven heart, it is difficult to hide the excitement in her heart.

Condensing the spirit body and stabilizing it is the ultimate goal of every spirit after it is formed.

There is not much difference between an elf without a body and a ghost, both are a kind of energy life with a soul body.

It's just that elves only need to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to survive and evolve, while ghosts need to absorb all negative things and human souls.

With curiosity, Li Daochong opened the wooden box, and when a gap was opened, a dazzling light shot out from inside.

A pure but very powerful aura was released from within, but there was some chaos inside this aura.

The wooden box was fully opened, and inside lay a small, translucent stone in the shape of a colorful star.

"Li Daochong, this is the heart of the elf." Xue Ni's voice turned out to be a little shaky.

"How can I use it to allow you to create a spirit body?" Li Daochong immediately asked.

"It's not good here, you need to find a secluded place, you separate me, and then I will merge into the heart of the elf to hatch, the time of this process is uncertain, if the degree of fusion is high, it will take a few days to hatch the spirit body, the degree of fusion is not high, it is possible that you will not wake up for a thousand years, usually it will take a year or two." Xue Ni replied.

"A thousand years without waking up? Isn't it risky? Li Daochong pouted.

"If this is the case, you can only accept your fate, it is extremely difficult to give birth to an elf, when an elf is formed five hundred years later, if you still fail to shape the spirit body, it will collapse and annihilate on its own, and there will be nothing left, Xue Ni has been formed for more than four hundred years, and she has had the opportunity to give birth to the heart of the elf twice, but unfortunately they have fallen short because of emergencies, and it is worth taking the risk when the longevity is about to end, it is nothing more than the difference between disappearing earlier and later." Xue Ni confessed.

"If that's the case, then it doesn't matter." Li Daochong shrugged, then closed the lid of the wooden box and put it into the Nayu ring.

After getting the heart of the elf, Li Daochong had no intention of staying, so he wanted to leave with the two daughters, preparing to find a no-man's land to separate Xue Ni.

Bo Yazi hesitated for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist, is it enough to take only one elven heart?" ”

Li Daochong glanced at Bo Yazi and said, "That's enough." With that, he continued to walk towards the outside of the Treasure Pavilion.

Bo Yazi continued, "Daoyou, the blade you use is a Tianxuan-level high-grade treasure knife, in the old man's opinion, the knife is a good knife, but with the strength of Daoyou, I am afraid that this knife is no longer enough." ”

Li Daochong paused at his feet, "There is a good knife in the spiritual cultivation city?" ”

Bo Yazi said slowly, "There is no good knife in the spiritual cultivation city, but there are good materials and good refiners, and the most important thing is that we have an ownerless weapon spirit, if the old man is not old and dizzy, what the Daoist knife lacks is a tool spirit, once it is integrated into the instrument spirit, the Daoist knife's knife can enter another level, and the immortal spirit treasure is a treasure that is coveted by the cultivators, isn't the Taoist friend excited?" ”

"Oh? Is it true that you have a refiner in your spiritual city who can refine the Immortal Spirit Treasure? Li Daochong touched his chin, and his heart moved.

After Li Daochong was promoted to three levels in a row, Cangmo was obviously weak, and he didn't dare to use too much force when he used it just now, for fear of using too much force to break Cangmo.

"The city lord suddenly proposed to help Li forge a magic weapon, wouldn't it be just for the sake of being a good person?" Li Daochong's eyes narrowed slightly, he had nothing to offer, Bo Yazi's intentions were obvious enough, and it was obviously impossible to have no plans.

Li Daochong didn't like to owe favors to others, so it was naturally best for everyone to take what they needed, and everyone didn't owe each other.

"Since Daoyou asked, the old man will not sell Guanzi, ten days later, there will be a high-end trade fair in the Black Prison City, all the participants are the big guys in the Black Prison Star Domain, the three giants of the Black Prison will definitely not be absent, the old man received the news earlier, there will be a lot of Tianxuan-level exercises and Tianxuan-level elixirs for sale at this fair, what the spiritual city lacks now is exercises and elixirs, if it is convenient for Daoists, can you go with the old man in ten days and act as the protector of the spiritual city." Bo Yazi said in a somewhat pleading tone.

To put it bluntly, let Li Daochong be a bodyguard, Bo Yazi is worried that it is easy to buy things, but it is not so easy to bring them back to Lingxiu City, with the strength of Lingxiu City, he is afraid that he will be robbed of people if he leaves the trading field.

"Yes." Li Daochong didn't think much about agreeing immediately, this deal was worth it, there was nothing to consider, and he was going to such a trade fair to sell the magic pill.

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