When the immortals of the Immortal Cultivation Sect had not yet been stripped away, although the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was abundant, it also needed many methods to be able to absorb it.

Therefore, due to the different exercises, there are many sects, and the methods of these sects to draw the power of vitality are ever-changing, and they are all realized by generations of immortal cultivators accumulated over thousands of years.

If you want to obtain these methods, you must join the sect, and you have to become a disciple of the sect, which is difficult to speak.

But after the immortal fan was stripped away, the immortal world was full of vitality, and the method of cultivating immortals became no longer important, and there was the vitality power at your fingertips everywhere, and even the power of vitality could be absorbed between breathing and breathing.

At the beginning, in order to enter the fairy world first and occupy the first opportunity, I don't know how many sects broke their heads with each other, and the 3,500 sects in the Central Plains were wiped out.

After the aura was rich to a certain extent, the immortal cultivation method was not very useful, so that the cornerstone of the original practice inheritance of the immortal cultivation sect instantly collapsed.

The original pride of the sky, after entering the fairy world, may become a pheasant on the ground, after all, the means of absorbing the power of vitality that they were originally proud of have become dispensable. And those who were originally lowly in cultivation may have become Tianzhong talents overnight, and their cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the speed of expansion is more than ten times faster than before Xianfan was peeled off.

The sect has become meaningless, and even because there is a sect, it is necessary to continuously supply the sect's own cultivation power, these immortal cultivators who suddenly grew up were the unintended part before, and they may not have no grievances against the sect in their hearts, so at the beginning of the immortal fan's stripping, countless monks broke away from the shackles of the sect and hunted those high-level prey everywhere.

When the high-level prey was almost hunted, other immortal cultivators became the targets of hunting, and from then on, the immortal world was reduced to hell.

It was also at this time that except for a small number of sects that still retained complete regulations, the vast majority of immortal cultivators disintegrated into an individual, the so-called not broken and not standing, and it was from this time that the immortal cultivators began to condense again, but this time the condensation was not because of the exercises, but in order to hunt other immortal cultivators together.

Originally, the immortal world was full of loose cultivators who were free from the shackles of sects, and slowly as the prey became less and less, the possibility of being hunted by other immortal cultivators became greater and greater, and these scattered cultivators became the hunting target of groups of immortal cultivators.

Over time, groups of immortal cultivators began to gather into small groups one by one, and after the strength of the small groups was insufficient, groups of scattered cultivators began to merge with other groups, and finally one by one the immortal cultivator groups began to grow like snowballs.

By now, the entire immortal world is once again full of sects. It's just that this order is based on killing and invading each other, and it is more like the relationship between tribes during the obscurantist period.

At this time, the sect is not cultivating the method of absorbing the power of vitality, but the technique of renovating the technique, the technique necessary for killing and looting treasures!

Cultivating the Fa requires cultivating the mind, but cultivating the art is not necessary, and even those who have a vicious heart can practice even more quickly, after all, they don't have the slightest mercy in their hearts, and they can use any indiscriminate means to swallow an immortal cultivator, which can make them go on the path of cultivation for more than ten years.

And such as Taoism, Buddhism and Jingjianmen such sects are impossible to do that kind of unscrupulous devouring business, it is simply inevitable to gradually decline in such an environment, Jingjianmen does not talk about him, Buddhism and Taoism are now in the stage of eating the old book, how far can the sect go, I am afraid that the heads of these sects and the head of the Buddha have no spectrum in their hearts.

The words of the old man of the sweet potato made Zheng Xian finally have an initial and most basic understanding of the fairy world, in a word-this is a world ruled by foodies.

The sweet potato old man's words touched his heart, and he was reluctant to continue to say more.

The nightingale itself is a stuffy jar, and it just so happens that the nun doesn't like to talk, and when these two women get together, it's like snow falling on an iceberg, which makes the ice even worse!

Daoyu and Zheng Xian were immersed in the many information brought by the words of the old man of the sweet potato at this time, and they were not very enthusiastic about such things as talking, and the group moved forward quickly in a dull state.

Half a day later, the group saw the almost vertical cliff again.

Zheng Xian's eyes swept over the protruding platform on the cliff, the green-robed corpse was not on the platform, his eyes moved to the ground, and he still didn't find the green-robed corpse, which made Zheng Xian uneasy.

If it is an enemy that you can't see, it is absolutely very terrifying, because you never know when and where he will suddenly come out and stab you fiercely.

The old man with sweet potatoes spoke: "Luckily, that guy is not here." ”

Zheng Xian was skeptical, that guy wasn't necessarily hiding somewhere, how could this sweet potato old man assert that that guy wasn't there?

Even if he didn't know where that guy was hiding, Zheng Xian had to bite the bullet and go to the nursery, and the result of staying in this nursery was either found by the three corpse fruits, or it was devoured by insects and demon beasts, even if they all survived, I am afraid that this nursery will not be harvested in a long time, and it will be the same death when the time comes.

To Zheng Xian's surprise, they climbed the cliff without any danger, and did not receive any attack on the way, as the old man of the sweet potato said, the green-robed corpse was not on this cliff.

They galloped all the way, and after running out of the city for more than ten kilometers, Zheng Xiandu still couldn't believe it, where did that angry evil guy go?

Stepping out of that nursery is like stepping into the desert from an oasis, and as far as the eye can see, there is either endless rolling yellow sand, or countless bare huge boulders, in short, this is a desolate world, and everywhere is full of lifelessness.

"This place was originally the same as the mortal world, with beautiful mountains and rivers, but it is a pity that after hundreds of years of excessive picking by countless monks, it has become the current appearance of no grass. The sweet potato old man seemed to have a lot of emotion about this, and there was a sense of hatred for the son of a loser.

At this time, the old man of sweet potato waved his hand at the knife fish and said, "Bring that little guy over." ”

The knife fish turned the basket behind him, and the old man with sweet potato pulled out the sleeping three corpse fruits from the basket, stretched out his hand and gently smoked the three corpse fruits, and the originally sleeping three corpse fruits immediately woke up.

The three corpse fruits also reacted quickly, as soon as they woke up, they didn't do anything, they stabbed directly to the ground, as long as their feet hit the ground, he could immediately escape.

But he was pulled by the sweet potato old man who had prepared for a long time, and the sharp roots on the three corpse fruits immediately appeared, but these roots were of no use to the sweet potato old man at all, and the three corpse fruits were so anxious that they screamed.

The old man of the sweet potato took the very sharp spear-like trunk from the knifefish, and poked it hard, directly piercing the three corpse fruits that were struggling to escape, and the three corpse fruits screamed even more fiercely in pain.

Then the old man of the sweet potato threw the wooden spear carrying the three corpse fruits to the swordfish, and the swordfish carried it directly without saying a word, as if he was carrying a flag.

The three corpses let out a strange scream, their eyes rolled wildly, and they struggled desperately, but their expressions became more and more aggrieved, like a balloon that had been punctured, and the essence of their bodies was flowing endlessly.

The three corpse fruits, which left the ground and hung in the air with their feet in the air, began to gradually wither and wilt.

Sweet Potato spoke: "This thing is the best compass to find the dragon vein." ”

Zheng Xian looked at the Three Corpse Fruit for a long time, except for seeing that the Three Corpse Fruit was constantly withering like an air-dried orange and constantly appearing dense folds, he didn't see any other changes, and he didn't know how the Three Corpse Fruit of Lu Dao indicated the north and south.

They walked all the way through the barren desert and rocks, seeing that the three corpse fruits had been dried into a layer of skin, Zheng Xian still didn't know if the three corpse fruits had found the dragon vein.

And they have been moving forward all the way, there is no turning at all, and I don't know if the old man of the sweet potato has found his way.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark again, Sweet Potato looked up at Tiandao: "I have to find a place to hide, Crow Castle is coming." ”

The word Crow Castle easily reminded Zheng Xian of flying in the sky, the one that countless strange crows carried was like a mountain, and it was impossible to see the real thing.

Tens of thousands of strange crows scavenged everywhere and all the living things they could see on the pitch-black mountain-like thing, and it would be a real headache to be discovered by those strange crows.

"What the hell is that ravenburg?" the swordfish asked, apparently having seen the countless strange crows as well.

Sweet Potato said: "The Crow Castle is one of the ten kinds of Yin Poison Immortal Weapons of the Yin Poison Gate, specializing in searching for vitality everywhere, tens of thousands of spirit crows will not even let go of a mouse, in short, with your cultivation, don't be taken into the eyes of that thing, otherwise no one will be able to save you." ”

The swordfish looked around, and everywhere there was a long stretch of yellow sand, and there was no place to hide, unless a pit was dug and hidden.

The old man of the sweet potato looked up at the stars that were gradually increasing, as if he was discerning the direction, and then pointed to the southeast: "Let's go into the city, and continue tomorrow." ”

Town?

This is the first time that sweet potatoes have pointed the way.