Li Mingyang often thinks that if he could run faster half a year ago, maybe he would not have been caught by the army of monks in Nanluo City, and he would not have become a ghost cultivator.

In the Shengyuan Continent, and even in the entire immortal cultivation world, ghost cultivation is the saddest existence. A ghost seed is entangled in the spiritual root, which accelerates the burning of essence and blood in the body, and stimulates more potential of oneself by overdrawing one's life. Paying such a huge price, but just to be a better slave.

Li Mingyang has tried more than once to force out the ghost seed in his body, but in addition to being disappointed again and again, there is only scorn or punishment after being discovered.

Gradually, Li Mingyang learned smarter, and knew that it was impossible to force out the ghost seed by such a stupid method of bleeding himself, so he didn't try it anymore, lest he did it before the ghost seed was released.

However, in fact, Li Mingyang sometimes feels that he is very lucky, he is just a beggar with a half-spirit root, and it is impossible to cultivate. But now that the half-spirit root is entangled with the ghost seed, although the essence blood burns too quickly, his lifespan will definitely be greatly reduced, but he has the hope that he can cultivate.

Linglong Gate, one of the best sects in Nanluo City, is building a Luoxian Pagoda here, and Li Mingyang is temporarily doing hard work here to build the tower.

The work began at dawn and ended in the evening, carrying about eighty boulders a day, and at the end of the day, he was often so tired that he almost collapsed. But every time he finished dinner, Li Mingyang would immediately sit up cross-legged and start cultivating in style.

It's not that he doesn't know that the incomplete Qi cultivation technique he picked up is not even the lowest level of exercises, but it is just a complete method of breathing. It's just that he knows that he has no choice, and there may be some hope for cultivating the Qi Cultivation Technique, and if he doesn't cultivate, he will give up completely.

Although he had been cultivating for three months, he still hadn't been able to form a single spirit bead in his body, and he hadn't even reached the Phantom Spirit Realm. But he just cultivated with pleasure, and every day he maintained an incomprehensible optimism that other ghost cultivators couldn't understand.

"Li Mingyang, what are you smirking at every day, could it be that those fairies are smiling at you?" When eating dinner, looking at biting cold steamed buns, but always looking at Li Mingyang on the other side of the square with a smile, Li Mingyang's friend Shen Qiong pushed him and asked with a smile.

"Hey, if those fairies in the Linglong Gate could really smile at me......"

"How about laughing?" Seeing Li Mingyang unconsciously standing up with a steamed bun, Shen Qiong laughed on the side.

"How is it?" Looking at Shen Qiong's joke-looking expression, Li Mingyang rubbed his nose unconvinced, and said loudly: "If those little ladies dare to smile at Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben will give them a face. ”

As soon as Li Mingyang finished speaking, many ghost cultivators around him burst into laughter, and Shen Qiong also laughed and cursed, ready to get up and pull him down from a high place to reward two heavy punches,

As a result, before Shen Qiong stretched out his hand, he saw a jet-black whip coming over, directly smashing Li Mingyang's rag clothes and knocking him to the ground.

"Hiss" gasped, Li Mingyang gritted his teeth and turned his head to look, but saw Supervisor He with a meaty face looking at him with a whip, and said in a deep voice: "Hmph, looking for death, dare to say anything." ”

"Lao He, what are you doing here?" Seeing Li Mingyang injured and falling to the ground, Shen Qiong couldn't help but speak.

"If you don't hold back your mouth, you naturally want to teach a lesson, what, what do you disagree with?" Supervisor He shook his face and raised his eyebrows with a cold face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Supervisor He's expression changed suddenly, he pushed Shen Qiong away, nodded and greeted a young man in white who came from a distance and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhao, why do you have time to come here." ”

The young man in white who walked over looked very young, but he had the temperament of a young man, and when he saw the overseer He who came to him, although this person was smiling, the feeling of rejection thousands of miles away on his body was lingering.

"Come and see the progress of the Luoxian Tower, once the Luoxian Tower is completed this time, no one can shake the supremacy of my Linglong Gate in Nanluo City, so there must be no problems, you know, if there is a problem, none of us will be able to run." The young man in white was very kind at first, but by the end of the day, he had gradually increased his tone, like a human Yama.

Not to mention the overseer He in front of him, many of the ghost cultivators around him who were resting were also silent. As for the importance of this Falling Immortal Tower, they were already clear from the beginning of construction.

After a warning, the young man in white smiled and laughed with Supervisor He, as if the cold-faced Yama just now was not him. It's just that before leaving, he glanced at Li Mingyang, who fell to the ground, and couldn't help but flash a trace of gloom in his eyes.

When this person walked out of the distance and had disappeared into the inner door of the Linglong Gate, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Supervisor He, who was still looking like a pug just now, hurriedly turned around, looked at Li Mingyang with a complicated face, and said angrily and complainingly: "Mingyang, Mingyang, why don't you kid know how to have a long memory, what is this place you don't know? Then you don't know what kind of character King Zhao Yan is?"

He supervised the three cannons of the cannon and didn't know how to exit, and Li Mingyang was also embarrassed. To say that this He Supervisor is already a rare good person in the Linglong Sect, as long as he is a Linglong Sect monk, all of them are eyes above the top, only he He Supervisor really treats these ghost cultivators as human beings.

Linglong Gate, as a very special fairy gate in Nanluo City, attaches great importance to the cultivation of female monks in the gate, so the female monks in Linglong Gate are all beautiful and outstanding. For such a fairy-like existence, he dared to blaspheme a little ghost cultivator, which really meant that he had lived enough.

Thanks to the good old man He Supervisor just now, he suddenly pretended to be angry and gave himself a whip, otherwise when Zhao Yan made a move, even if he could survive today, it was estimated that he would only be a waste for a long time. And once a ghost cultivator doesn't even have the ability to be a coolie, the end will actually be even more miserable.

"Thank you, Uncle He. Thinking clearly that he was saved by the other party just now, Li Mingyang thanked him gratefully and bitterly, and then returned to his room with Shen Qiong's support.

"O iniquity, good children are tortured like this. He Lianwei has always been very repulsive to the existence of ghost cultivation, but he has no choice but to be like this in the entire immortal cultivation world, he is a small phantom spirit mirror cultivator, and he can only occasionally do some good things to chat for comfort.

"Fame, thanks to Lao He wit this time, otherwise your little life would be difficult to protect. Back at the residence, Shen Qiong was nagging with palpitations while medicating Li Mingyang's wound.

The medicine is only the lowest level of healing medicine, and there is always a burning pain when rubbed on the wound. However, at this time, Li Mingyang's face did not show any pain, and the whole person looked blank like wood. Seeing this situation, Shen Qiong also knew that it was useless to talk too much, so she left after taking the medicine, leaving Li Mingyang alone in a daze.

Li Mingyang didn't know how many ghost cultivators there were in the entire immortal cultivation world, and it was estimated that even the strongest monks in Nanluo City didn't know about this problem, but Li Mingyang really wanted to know how many of the countless ghost cultivators had finally succeeded in forcing out the ghost species, getting rid of the identity of ghost cultivators, and embarking on the road of cultivating immortals without any worries.

Ghost cultivators can only live for fifty years, which is already the longest life span that a ghost cultivator can reach, and if there is any accident during this period, it will not even be able to reach fifty years. Li Mingyang is only fifteen years old now, but he can almost see what he looked like when he was fifty years old, and such a life is completely unacceptable to him. So when he picked up the Qi Cultivation Technique, which only had a few hundred words, he would be ecstatic and take the Qi Cultivation Technique as his lifeline.

It's a pity that the reality is cruel, after all, it is difficult to reincarnate himself, the identity of the ghost cultivator is destined to be able to only sunrise and sunset, than the old farmers in the world, he has to work silently for a fairy gate for decades, and finally died suddenly because all the energy in his body was exhausted, and he was thrown into a mass grave outside Nanluo City and buried indiscriminately.

Li Mingyang was very helpless, but he could only smile helplessly, and he fell asleep with the Qi Cultivation Technique. The injuries on his body are not light or serious, but if he does not recuperate his spirit, tomorrow's eighty boulders will be enough to crush him to death.

Half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to hear Shen Qiong and others talking about some ways to prolong his life, although he was very curious, but under the double torture of exhaustion and pain, Li Mingyang didn't even bother to raise his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a trace of disdain, and secretly thought: "It seems that I, Li Mingyang, am not the only one who is willing to think nonsense, Shen Qiong and they also have times when they are blowing nonsense." ”

After a peaceful night's sleep, Li Mingyang had a dream in which he finally forced out the ghost seed, and got the method of prolonging life and embarked on the path of immortals.

The body of the ghost cultivator is very strong, and it is not a joke that the ghost species forcibly overdraws their life span in the body in exchange for majestic energy, after a night of rest, the wound on Li Mingyang's chest has been completely healed, and if you don't look carefully, you can't even see the whip mark.

Seeing that his body was so perverted that he was able to recover his ability, Li Mingyang's expression was complicated, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

Today, the situation in the Linglong Gate is very different from the past, not only is the square where the Luoxian Pagoda was built full of ghost cultivators, but even those inner disciples who rarely show up are also gathered in the square. Seeing such a grand occasion, people naturally thought that there would be a big event.

Li Mingyang lowered his head and touched into the team of ghost cultivators, and after coming to Shen Qiong's side, he asked in a low voice, "Brother Shen, what's wrong, could it be that those little fairies in the inner gate are going to marry collectively?"

"You kid, I don't know how much you lose and take care of your mouth!" Hearing Li Mingyang's nonsense again, Shen Qiong slapped him hard and scolded, and then explained in a low voice: "Today, the Great Elder of Linglong Sect came back from Lingxiao Gate, as if he brought back a big news. ”

"Heh, big news is big news, what are you excited about, the more big the news, the more it has nothing to do with us, it can't be that the Great Elder is going to pick out a few people from our ghost cultivation to be his disciples. Hearing that it was just to welcome the return of the Great Elder of the Linglong Sect, Li Mingyang said with a smile that didn't care.

I didn't want to listen to Li Mingyang's words, but Shen Qiong smiled weirdly, and said in a deeper and deeper voice: "I really made you right, the Great Elder is going to accept apprentices this time, and only accept ghost cultivators." ”