The stone tower was hit hard, and every edge and corner flew out, which was an injury that had never been done before.

Li Chandao fell directly into a coma, and the stone tower rose and fell, floating in the river for many miles.

On the body of the tower, the halo of the demon beast mark flickered, and the cracked gap absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, slowly repairing, and the lost corner was slowly growing.

It's going to be a long process.

The stone tower floated for several years, tumbling in the undercurrent, being chased by all kinds of fish, shrimp, turtles and turtles, and even growing moss.

Yunmengze, the water surface is shiny, the thin smoke is hazy, and the white mist is curling, like a fairyland, as far as the eye can see.

This place is nearly 100,000 miles away from Yuguo, far away from the territory of Qingliguan, and belongs to another Jindan Taoist system - Yunjizong.

Thump!

On this day, dozens of fishermen went out to fish, and a thin young fisherman, tanned, suddenly pulled up the heavy fishing net.

There was a look of disappointment on his face.

Among a few wisps of aquatic weeds, a stone tower lies quietly, covered with moss and with a strong fishy smell.

It's not worth anything at first glance.

"Xiaolin, I'm not lucky today, my uncle will give you two, you can't go hungry at night."

On the fishing boat next to him, an old fisherman in a cloak threw two grass carp, his face was furrowed, and when he grinned, he showed a mouthful of missing teeth.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!"

Lin Lang spoke gratefully, thought for a few seconds, and still slammed the stone tower and the grass carp on the boat.

This thing should be able to sell for a few bucks as well.

The live fish stumbled and struck the stone tower, and the long-lost sunlight poured warmth.

There was no harvest for a day, so Lin Lang had to go back and hastily ate fish soup to satisfy his stomach.

At night, he suddenly opened his eyes, with vigilance and vigilance in his eyes, after routinely checking his surroundings.

Take out a glittering and crystalline spirit stone and start cultivating.

This little fisherman turned out to be an immortal cultivator!

The cultivation in the early stage of qi cultivation could not perfectly absorb the spirit stone, and the wisps of spiritual energy overflowed.

Absorbed by the stone tower casually thrown in the corner, it awakened a sleeping soul.

Li Chandao woke up.

"It's ...... Where? ”

The moment he woke up, a wave of anger burned in Li Chandao's heart.

Bai Qi died, died so abruptly and tragically, life was impermanent, millions of troops were buried together, and the emperor was stillborn.

"Yu Hang!"

The roar resounded through the space of the stone tower, and it took a long time to subside.

Revenge requires strength, and Li Chandao wants to devour more demon beasts, or use the power of others.

The immortal cultivator in front of him undoubtedly caught his attention.

Qi cultivators are high up, why do they hide in the world and be in the company of mortals?

After several years of wandering, where is the stone tower now?

Li Chandao did not reveal his existence, and the stone pagoda lay quietly in the corner, and months passed.

He finally learned Lin Lang's identity.

A spy!

Yun Mengze, the Jindan sect Yun Ji Sect is located, and the sphere of influence is close to Qingliguan.

Both are located in the corner between the East China Sea and southern Xinjiang.

There are many immortal sects in the East China Sea, and the sect forces are the mainstay.

Tens of thousands of years ago, southern Xinjiang was still the territory of the demon clan, and the major sects issued immortal decrees, gathered scattered cultivators and disciples to expand the territory of the human race, and expelled the demon clan.

In the end, one by one the immortal cultivation families were scattered in southern Xinjiang, providing demon beast resources for the East China Sea sect, but in the past thousand years, there has been constant friction between the two sides.

Yun Ji Sect and Qingli Guan are all nails laid in the East China Sea to monitor the movement of southern Xinjiang.

Behind Lin Lang is the Lin family of the Jindan family in southern Xinjiang, which is the side branch of the Lin family, and has received the family task to monitor the Yunji Sect.

From the information reported by Lin Lang to the family, Li Chandao gathered this information and finally decided to go to southern Xinjiang.

Without him, the monster beasts in southern Xinjiang are rich in resources, and the strong ones are far less than those in the East China Sea, so they are relatively safe.

Having made up his mind, Li Chandao decided to contact Lin Lang to try.

These days, he also learned from Lin Lang's occasional self-talk that Lin Lang's father was disabled by his lineage Tianjiao in the family competition.

Therefore, he was particularly yearning for power and took the risk of taking this espionage mission.

On this day, Lin Lang was cultivating when he suddenly found something in the corner secretly devouring the aura.

He was shocked in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes, full of vigilance, but what he saw was an ancient clumsy stone tower, which was as bright as jade under the nourishment of the aura.

"This breath...... Magic Weapon! ”

Lin Lang's pupils shrank, and then he was ecstatic in his heart, this tower had long been forgotten by him, but he didn't expect to almost miss the opportunity.

This is a magic weapon, and it is extremely precious to him!

Lin Lang couldn't wait, his expression was excited, his palms trembled, and he picked up the stone tower and crossed over with a mana.

Suddenly, a piece of information came to mind.

Li Chandao did not transmit the sound of divine consciousness, but basically informed the role of the stone pagoda and made restrictions.

For every thirty immortal cultivators who devoured the elixir, they had to offer a spiritual object.

There is no limit to the meat of monsters.

This night, Lin Lang was extremely excited, tossing and turning and not falling asleep, with a fire burning in his eyes.

Father, your revenge, the child has a chance to avenge you!

At the end of the month, when reporting to the family again, Lin Lang proposed to return to southern Xinjiang.

He has been undercover here for two years, just for the spirit stone to cultivate, and now that he can condense the elixir, who cares about the spirit stone?

The Lin family agreed, and three months later, after the handover of the task, Lin Lang embarked on the road to return to southern Xinjiang.

Southern Xinjiang is mountainous, rich in resources, mostly wild and dangerous land, inconvenient transportation, Xiuxianfang City is located one after another, and the immortal city is lined up, controlled by the Xiuxian family.

Lin Lang received the reward for the task, went home to visit his father, and plunged into the city of Xiuxianfang, which he often visited.

Nanshanfang City, located in a valley, is controlled by the Nanshan family of the Zhuji family, and is a subordinate family of the Lin family.

Thanks to the status of the Lin family, Lin Lang is a frequent visitor to this Fang market, and often comes here to buy and sell cultivation pills, which are cheaper than other places, although the aura is not as good as the Lin family.

Due to the deposition of his father, even in the side branch, Lin Lang was left out in the cold and preferred to stay in Nanshanfang City.

Naturally, there are no Nirvana spirit objects for sale in the market, which is too precious, but there is still a lot of demon beast meat.

Lin Lang's strength is insufficient, when he is a thief or a demon beast, he doesn't have that strength, so he can only buy demon beast meat first.

The stone tower devoured the flesh of the demon beast, and Lin Lang saw the fairy elixir for the first time.

The aura is rich and vibrant, it is better absorbed than the spirit stone, and it can also nourish the meridians of the body, and even heal wounds.

It's all-rounder.

Half a year later, Lin Lang broke through the middle stage of Qi training, and the spirit stones he saved also cost seventy-seven eighty-eight.

His talent is very poor, and his life soul is in the middle grade, and if he wants to improve, he must evolve his life soul.

Walking into the restaurant to listen to the information, Lin Lang was about to inquire about the news of the demon beast, when a piece of news suddenly came to his ears.

Qinglin Pavilion Master, dead!

"Qinglin Pavilion?"

Lin Lang frowned, this was a shop he often went to that sold pills, and the pavilion master was a very good old Dan master.

has a kind personality and never gets angry with others, because of the identity of the Lin family, Lin Lang can have a twenty-fold discount when he buys pills, and he has some regrets:

"Such a good old pavilion master, why did he suddenly die, the peak strength of Qi training, but it is a pillar of loose cultivation in Nanshanfang City!"

"Hey, Lin Shao doesn't know, this pavilion master didn't die, but died in the Nirvana Tribulation!"

On the other side, the Qi Cultivator who was drinking looked embarrassed, but Lin Lang's heart moved.

Qinglin Pavilion's business of buying and selling pills is very large in Nanshanfang City, and it is one of the few after the Nanshan family, so it has the financial resources to buy the spiritual objects of the foundation.

After the death of the old pavilion master, how rich should the property belong?

Evil thoughts abruptly arose in his heart, and after experiencing the wonderful use of the fairy elixir, Lin Lang was about to go crazy with lack of money, and a thought could not be suppressed.

Old pavilion master, I'm sorry!

At night, Lin Lang sneaked into the Qinglin Pavilion, and sure enough, there were white pickaxes and spirit flags hanging in the courtyard, which was bleak.

Qinglin Pavilion is all carried by an alchemist of the old pavilion master, and now people are taking tea and cooling, and no one comes to worship.

Lin Lang crushed a stealth talisman, and the whole person cautiously sneaked into the mourning hall.

In the coffin, the old pavilion master lay there quietly, as if asleep, with a peaceful look.

Lin Lang suddenly realized that something was wrong, the Nirvana Tribulation was violent, and if he couldn't get through, he would turn into ashes, how could there be a whole corpse?

It's not good, it's a fraud!

He suddenly woke up from his greed, his back was wet with cold sweat, and he wanted to quit.

However, with a bang, the door of the mourning hall slammed shut, and the formation appeared, isolating the movement inside to avoid being discovered by outsiders.

"Lin Daoyou came here late at night, but he came to worship my master?"