Infinite Immortal Cultivation Chapter 723 Hive Alliance

"Give me a copy of the mantra on these two bodies. Everything else is yours. ”

Old Qian said to Quinn.

This distribution plan also satisfied Quinn. After all. He handed over the old money of the Blizzard Sword Sutra. In fact, he has reached the extreme point of comprehension

Watch and comprehend this snow scripture. The soul power required is extremely powerful.

But. Quinn's god has been in his original state for more than thirty years.

I already feel that it is difficult to make an inch.

Maybe. The cultivation method of water and ice. It was a surprise to him. Let his Genshin break through.

And. The back pages of the Blizzard Sword Sutra. It's hard to remember. He still passed many repetitions. A rough image of them. engraved in the depths of my mind.

As long as there is progress in one's own primordial spirit. Just on the second half of the Blizzard Sword Sutra. There is quite a comprehension.

This guy called Old Money. Why do you want so many refining techniques?

So many tricks. Did he come over as a cultivator?

But. Quinn saw Lao Qian use several different elemental mysteries with his own eyes. Each one is used. It's all powerful.

Quinn couldn't help but admire at the same time. A mind full of doubts.

Don't. This old man is an old monster who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, after experiencing another slaughter-like attack.

A piece of the hole centered on the old money and their hole. It has become forbidden for the monks of Guangming Mountain.

The monks of Guangming Mountain no longer have the arrogance they had just now. Seize the cave. Dig the cave deeper.

There is no seizure of the cave. is also honestly under the mutual cover of his companions. Dig your own cave.

Take refuge in the old money and their loose cultivation. But there are more and more.

Lao Qian did not hesitate to contain all these people.

In the words of old money: I am very ruthless. His hands were also stained with blood.

But. I can't see so many years of cultivation. Reduced to nothingness in the mouths of a swarm of worms.

Of course. The more monks defected to Lao Qian's temporary casual cultivation alliance.

The more good things the old money has.

Old money touches the scene. I gave a name to this casual cultivation alliance that can be said to be temporary: the Hive Alliance.

Because. Around the old money they dug a small hole next to the big hole. It looks like a dense beehive on a cliff.

Regardless of Zhu Yi's wordy name, there is really enough soil.

Give it back to every monk who participates in the Hive Alliance. out of an abstract honeycomb pattern. This pattern was originally to be drawn with mana on the left chest. But in the cave, several people strongly objected

This abstract pattern full of holes if painted on the left chest. It's just a target cloth full of holes.

It's just bloody and unlucky.

Thereupon. Old money decides. Draw the symbol of the Hive Alliance on the right chest.

The pattern was sent over, and I watched the various cultivators stand at the entrance of the cave one after another. "Show" to yourself with a mana engraved pattern on the right breast, clothes or armor.

"Long live the Alliance Leader. Year. ”

The shouts came and went

Old money's heart is full of a great wholeness.

Past. Self-cultivation is too low. Thinking about how to improve one's cultivation.

Even if you have formed an alliance with someone else in a few operations. It is also a short period of time to distrust each other.

As soon as the goal is achieved, it will be shot and scattered. and even anti-hatred. Swords face each other.

It's like this kind of thing where everyone sincerely shouts long live to themselves. It's the first time I've experienced it.

It's been a long time coming. Nature can feel it. This one after another long live inside. But there are many elements of sincerity.

On the one hand. These people are in the mouths of bugs. Escaping death can be sheltered by a team dedicated to sheltering and cultivating.

Even if it's a person with a cold heart. A grace to save lives. It is also a warm current that springs up from the heart.

Another one. After killing and killing several waves of incoming Bright Mountain monks in a row. The distribution of the spoils of war by the old money. It's also quite fair.

The brains of his makeshift alliance didn't have a few monks in his own hole. Keep most of the loot for yourself.

Rather, it is based on the principle of "who works". Most of the loot. are fairly distributed.

These casual cultivators. Originally, I was used to seeing the rampant domineering of the heads of various sects. What good things to give to your cronies and relatives. What is the heavy danger of the mission. Just call these loose cultivators to send them to death.

So. Monks tired of cannon fodder. Only then did they break away from the sect and become a loose cultivator.

Before joining this little gang. Originally, I still had the idea of where there are more people and where it is safe. I want to go and eat.

But. After joining this small body. They found. The old guy who cultivated to the highest level treated them as equal partners.

They didn't call them around as if they were cheap tricks.

People are animals with feelings, and old money treats each other equally. Naturally, in exchange for the sense of identity in the hearts of these people.

When they engraved the case of the Hive Alliance on their right chest. It's all genuine.

Cheers to the old money. It is also sincere and warm.

"Maybe. They are surviving the crisis of this insect plague. You'll forget about me, the leader of the Hive Alliance.

But. At least for the moment. They genuinely support me.

Possessed for a while. And why care about how long it lasts?

I'll do them some good, too.

Let the big head scatter the worms and give them some too. ”

This good thought is a lifetime.

Old money in this moment. I feel that my own is clear. It seems to magnify one infinitely

I don't understand a question in my cultivation. It was solved at this moment.

Just a momentary epiphany. Let the old money suddenly understand a problem.

The amount of your own mind. It used to be so selfish.

It can also be said that it is too narrow. A small circle that never leaves itself. This amount of heart. Unknowingly, it has affected my spiritual attainment.

If it is said. In the past, I belonged to the type of "poor and short".

The repair is too low. Thinking about their own survival.

But. Now ordinary monks. It's no longer possible to survive on its own.

Even if it is for the height that one's own cultivation can reach. It's better to magnify your mind a little bit.

"Big head. How many more of those anthelmintic medicines do you have. Send a little to the monks in the corners. At least let them alleviate the pressure of one, I-|here. I'm here. Feel relieved. ”

Lao Qian discussed with Yan Yue sè towards the big head.

"Drink. A few words long live the alliance leader. Just bought you off?

They're calling you the Alliance's leader. You don't call me the leader of the alliance. ”

The big head has a jīng light in his eyes. A reluctant look.

Old money is a little one. Hold your index finger in front of your big head. A small three-sè shoot grows from the tip of Old Money's index finger.

After the shoots have grown. Quickly unfold it. And then it scales at an astonishing rate. Grow.

A few blinks of an eye. Has grown to the size of a palm. "You're a dryad. Or the Dryad bloodline?"

The big head looked at the old money in surprise.

"What am I, don't you care, how about I give you two hundred of these leaves?"

Lao Qian smiled and proposed an exchange condition.

Two hundred leaves. It also takes a lot of aura to cultivate.

The big head slapped his thigh: "I knew that although you were murderous." But. You're a good person.

It's not in vain that I made you a friend.

Three hundred tablets. ”

Big head is full of enthusiasm. But. Big head in a flash. The price has been increased by half.

"Am I easy? so many bugs. How much jīng effort do I use?

So be it. Just two hundred and fifty pieces. ”

The big head blinked his eyes the size of a mung bean and thought about it for a moment.

Nodding. "I'll give you one hundred and fifty pills. But. You're going to tell them. This pill. Once used. But it can only last for one day.

You must only break the pill when you really can't support it. Sprinkle on yourself.

Many. There's nothing I can do about it. ”

Old Qian nodded. "Of course. Let's do our best, let it be our destiny. I did my best. He couldn't save his life. That's his thing. ”

There is a large head ready-made original. One hundred and fifty pills were quickly configured.

In fact. Several people use this drug in one. Maximum potency.

Each person's pill can play a role as a cover for several people around them. Each of the monks received the same pill. After hearing the old money's instructions on how to use it. Immediately, many monks consulted. Dig through the caves where you are hiding from each other.

Once the time comes when you can't support it anymore. You can support each other.

Old Qian also readily agreed. Connect yourself with others in the shoes of a few of them.

There are no monks left around the hill where the black sè stone pillars stand.

Either they ran away or were eaten by bugs.

Dense insects around the black sè stone pillars. He began to fly in all directions, looking for monks with a lot of aura in his body

This food. It's really a supplement.

"Look. Separate swarms. The formation in the air takes on the shape of a diamond.

This is after the worms have devoured the flesh of the monks. Mutations and enhancements are produced.

Became the leader of those small swarms of bugs.

Therefore. its location. In the middle of a diamond-shaped formation of small swarms of bugs.

Like a general and an official surrounded by a heavy guard. ”

Rheinamin at the entrance of the cave that has been enlarged. Pointing fingers at old money.

The team of those little swarms of bugs has become regular. Rheinamin immediately judged it. Mutated bugs are produced. And become the leader of those who don't have mutated bugs.

"That is. The human monks killed each other - one fell. Is there going to be a war between humans and insects?"

The soft-shelled turtle heard the hidden meaning in Rhine's words.

"Yes. This is the test.

So. These guys in Bright Mountain. Not digging holes cleanly. There are generous fireworks. Is this the real self-destruction?" Rheinamin shook his head. For those stupid guys in Guangming Mountain, they simply scoffed.

"It's coming. Here it comes. Look over there. What a sparkling piece. ”

A monk pointed to a cloud of light flying towards the cliff. This cloud of light. Shrouded in a glittering glow. I can't see it at all. What bugs are inside.