Far away in the Western Elysium, Blackwood Mountain, Huoyun Cave.

Immortal Dao cultivators don't all live in caves, and the sects are also pavilions and pavilions, prosperous and prosperous. This Huoyun Cave was the place where the Huoyun Ancestor attained enlightenment, so the heads of all generations practiced in this cave.

At this time, inside the cave, in the hall.

An old Dao pan dressed in black, with white hair and white beard, sat on a high Dharma pillar. On each side of the lower side stood eight True Transmission disciples, also dressed in black robes, and on top of the robes, there were also embroidered red clouds.

There was a transparent cloud and mist between them, evolving a picture of a group of people fighting, it was Shui Yihan and his party. Particular attention is paid to the fact that the water is easy to cold.

When Shui Yihan killed the barbarian priest, Lao Dao waved his right hand, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the picture disappeared.

"This son actually ruined the evil thought incarnation of the master?"

"Impossible, even if it's a martial arts saint, he can't hurt this incarnation of the master?"

“......”

The disciples were puzzled and discussed.

"Ahem......" Lao Dao coughed lowly.

The scene fell silent. The disciples stood with their heads bowed, ready to listen to the teachings of the Master.

"Red boy!" said the old man.

"The disciple is here. The first disciple on the left came out of the line. But it was a seven or eight-year-old pretty man, with pigtails, red hair and red eyes. In the pupils, there is a faint flow of fire.

He is the first disciple of the Huoyun Ancestor of Huoyun Cave (the successive heads of Huoyun Cave are known as Huoyun Ancestor), and he has been practicing with the Ancestor for more than 600 years, and he has a deep background and is deeply loved by the Ancestor. Usually important matters are left to him.

Especially in the past hundred years, the four elders have not been able to retreat, and the Huoyun Ancestor has also to consult the true scriptures, he can be said to have monopolized the power and flourished.

"In the fog, this son has a fate with my door, take him back to the mountain, and join you in the heavenly way. Another task was handed to him.

"You go in person. Lao Dao added.

Originally, he had done this kind of thing for hundreds of years in the past few hundred years, but the Huoyun Ancestor had never named him personally, which made him very confused.

"Master, the disciple is puzzled. He couldn't help but look up and asked. He was the only one who dared to question the Fire Cloud Ancestor.

"Oh? "The old way is tepid, sitting firmly on Mount Tai.

"First, this son is a martial cultivator, and he has reached the realm of blood exchange, the eight veins have been opened, and his god has been lost, how to rebuild the way of heaven, even if there is an immortal medicine to replenish the god, it is difficult to achieve great achievements. ”

"Second, this son's talent is also mediocre, right? ”

Although what he said was the truth, he was also unfair in his heart, even he was accepted by the Huoyun Ancestor by his mother at the beginning, why should he be a little martial artist, and the ancestor would pay attention to it.

"Hehehe, this seat sacrificed an incarnation, which gave him the "Reversal of the Yin and Yang Dao Heart Cultivation Divine Method" in the Heavenly Dao Mantra, and he could naturally rebuild the Heavenly Dao. Lao Dao seemed to be in a good mood, and even patiently explained: "If he can't cultivate the Heavenly Immortal within three hundred years, he will become another incarnation of me." ”

"What?!!!" The disciples were shocked.

There are twelve realms of Heavenly Dao cultivation: Purple Mansion, Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Divine Fetus, Infant Transformation, Reincarnation, Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Cave Void, Silence, Mixed Yuan, and Merge Dao.

The Heavenly Dao cultivators who can go to the realm of foundation building and engrave the Heaven and Earth Formation to refine the magic weapon are the elites of the sect. Those who can conceive a divine fetus and transform into a baby can be granted the true inheritance. As for reincarnation and immortality, he is the head candidate of the sect. Even if the talent is extremely high, it will take hundreds of years, and it will only be like this.

As for the realm above, it is no longer a matter of time.

Within 300 years, how can one be able to cultivate to become a heavenly immortal? Even if they have cultivated for thousands of years, let alone a heavenly immortal, even if they are an earth immortal, they are still beyond the reach of most cultivators, and the vast majority of them have already died of old age before they can even cultivate reincarnation. Cultivating immortals and immortals is just a dream.

In history, only the seven disciples of the Heavenly Dao Dharma Ancestor during the ancient flood period were able to cultivate into heavenly immortals within hundreds of years, and now they have long been beyond heaven and earth and are not in the five elements.

To put it bluntly, cultivating into a heavenly immortal for hundreds of years is a legend, and no one has ever seen it.

After the red boy was shocked, he immediately calmed down.

"It turns out that the master is just looking for an incarnation. "He already saw Shui Yihan as a dead man, without any sense of threat.

Barbarian tribes.

When Shui Yihan walked out of the house, the fight outside gradually stopped.

Everyone looked at him, with joy, hatred, doubt, and sadness in their eyes.

He had just fought with the illusion of the barbarian priests, and naturally no one knew. But he went in murderously and came out unharmed, and the barbarian priest estimated that he was more than lucky.

Seeing so many expectant eyes, Shui Yihan didn't say anything, but walked back to the house silently.

The body of the barbarian priest was then thrown out of the house.

"...... uproar" quietly, the scene suddenly boiled again. Then the tribe surrendered, neatly.

In the barbarian tribes, the priest is the supreme leader of all the sub-clans, appointed by the head of the headquarters, and divides to expand the territory, like the feudal princes. The head of the branch was only a steward, responsible for hunting and general chores.

The law of the jungle is deeply rooted in the hearts of the barbarians, and since the leader is hanging, the barbarians will definitely not break the net with the caravan, and they will not even feel humiliated and angry at all.

They worship the strong, and if they lose, they lose. The winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, which is justified.

In this way, things are simple. The caravan effortlessly searched the tribe.

The Golden Snake Department has done a lot of murder and overkill, most of them are passing caravans, so most of the things they don't need, and the goods piled up in the warehouse are more than the goods of Chen Mo's caravan. For Chen Mo and them, it was like a rat entering the rice tank.

There are too many things, and after some tidying up, it seems that you have to cultivate for several days. But no one will be anxious, everyone is smiling, and they are afraid of oiling their crotch when they fart.

Lately they've been feeling like they've been dreaming, and along the way, they've eaten a dragon for no reason, and now they've robbed a tribe for no apparent reason. I wonder what I'm here for. Are they still businessmen? too unprofessional, but life seems to be more fulfilling.

"Businessman who still. Some people have this thought in their hearts: "This is a man's life." ”

Shui Yihan didn't care about this, he still practiced penance as always. The battle of illusion has benefited him a lot, and he is about to digest it.

Barbarian Priest's Room.

Shui Yihan lay quietly on the rocking chair next to the fireplace, a black cloak covering his whole body, even his head was covered, and only the lower part of his jaw could be faintly seen.

This cloak also belonged to the barbarian priests.

After the war, the bodies were collected and cremated immediately. In the midst of the ashes, the cloak turned out to be intact. Knowing that it was a treasure, he was immediately offered to Shui Yihan.

He was the number one hero, and now his prestige in the caravan was unmatched. Chen Mo is naturally a good person, standing behind Shui Yihan and making a fortune in a muffled voice, face or something, businessmen don't value it very much.

Shui Yihan also likes this cloak very much. Recently, the martial arts have made great progress, and the cold and ice qi is extremely domineering, and after the war, the clothes on the body will always be torn. Moreover, he is now covered with rifts all over his body, and it is not in line with his low-key personality to always show his head like this.

This cloak is invulnerable, and it is a charcoal in the snow.

In the realm of blood exchange, there is no need to meditate deliberately. Shui Yihan just lies like this, and he can also silently use Xuangong. After the exchange of blood, there is the know-how, and he is striking while the iron is hot, and he wants to understand this way.