Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Huh? Do you know this place?" Su Twelve asked quickly.

Jiang Fei Go deep.”

"I see. I was a little skeptical at first, but now I believe it!" Su Twelve squinted his eyes and said calmly.

My mind suddenly became more active.

"Ah? What do you say?" Jiang Feixue was stunned when she heard this and looked at Su Twelve in surprise. She didn't understand how Su Twelve came to this conclusion. ??

Su Twelve smiled and said calmly: "There is a saying in the Taoist scriptures: Purity comes from filth, and light comes from darkness. The Golden Holy Spring is the most holy, and the place where it was born needs to be as filthy as possible."

As he spoke, he had already made up his mind.

He knew very well that with his spiritual root qualifications, if he wanted to improve his cultivation through hard training, he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.

As for the Golden Holy Spirit Spring, one bowl can be worth a period of hard work. There are not many such treasures in the world.

No need to think about it, he also knew that the dirty pit must be full of dangers!

If possible, he would also like to put safety first and practice slowly.

But the revenge between his grandfather and the villagers is still waiting for him to avenge, and the great elder is even more eyeing. Even Ye Liangchuan of Tianhua Peak wants to kill him!

He had no choice.

Failure to improve your cultivation as soon as possible is a dead end.

"That's right, why didn't I think of the principle that everything must be reversed when it reaches its extreme? Brother Zhu, let's go and have a look together."

"If I can really find the Golden Holy Spirit Spring, I'll be lucky! One bowl is worth a dozen years of hard work, enough for me to improve my cultivation by several levels!"

"When the time comes, I want to see who among those guys at home dares to say that I don't practice hard! Hehe..."

Jiang Feixue immediately showed an excited smile, grabbed Su Twelve's arm and walked out of Fangshi.

"Huh? Are you going too? I'm afraid there will be quite a bit of danger in that place!"

"If you trust me, let me go on my own. If I am lucky enough to find the golden holy spring, I will definitely bring you a piece."

Su Twelve raised his eyebrows and hurriedly said to Jiang Feixue.

Although he had known Jiang Feixue for a short time, he already regarded him as a friend in his heart.

With his cultivation at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, it would be safer to go alone. Bringing Jiang Feixue along would undoubtedly be a drag on many people.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhu. I have a treasure that is the most powerful and the most yang. I dare not say it anywhere else. In the evil pit, protecting you will not be a problem!" Jiang Feixue looked around, patted her chest, and whispered to Su Twelve Guarantee said.

"Okay! If that's the case, let's go!" After hearing this and seeing that she had measures to save her life, Su Twelve said nothing more.

Taking a deep breath, the two of them walked side by side, riding on the wind, heading towards Yunmengze.

And in Fangshi.

The old man with a wretched appearance and sinister eyebrows walked to a deserted corner. Seeing no one around, he quickly changed into a Taoist robe.

He also dressed himself up as a down-and-out Taoist priest, and his cultivation level also changed from the first level of the Qi Refining Stage to the second level of the Qi Refining Stage.

His thief eyes quickly swept across the whole place, and then he held a sheepskin picture in his hand and walked to another corner, in front of a young woman at the fifth level of Qi refining stage.

"Fellow Taoist, there is a treasure here, Pindao, do you want it?"

…

To the north of Qianshanfang City, there is a continuous dense forest a hundred miles away, which is shrouded in heavy fog all year round.

The dense forest is full of swamps, monsters, and naturally growing Ganoderma lucidum, as well as other spiritual minerals.

For this reason, many monks often venture into Yunmengze to collect various spiritual materials.

Deep in Yunmengze, there is a huge basin terrain.

This basin is shrouded in thick dark green fog all year round. The fog is mixed with turbid gas and exudes an astonishing stench.

In the basin, mountains and hills rise and fall, like a small internal and external mountains and rivers.

And this is the filthy place, the evil pit that makes countless monks change their colors when they hear it!

On a narrow path in the Evil Pit, three gray-clothed men wearing gray robes and covered by gray cloaks were gathering together.

Around them, the corpses of several recently deceased monks were lying in random directions.

Next to them, a slightly fat man in gray clothes said disdainfully: "These guys are really smart and want to take a shortcut."

On the other side, a thin man said calmly: "So what, I'm just going to die early!"

"Okay! Get rid of these corpses quickly. A lot of fat sheep have come this time. After refining their souls, I can completely refine my Ten Thousand Soul Banners into low-grade spiritual weapons!" In the middle, a figure The short man in gray said impatiently.

Next to them, the fat man immediately walked towards the corpses on the ground.

But the thin man suddenly shouted, "Don't worry, let me refine them into corpses. When someone comes, I will make sure they never come back."

As he spoke, a fierce light flashed in the thin man's eyes, and he opened his mouth and spat out a grey-green bead the size of a broad bean.

One bite

The true essence was sprayed on the bead, and the bead suddenly turned into a strange gray-green mist, and threads penetrated from the nostrils of the corpses on the ground.

"Hiss... you just used these corpse beads that you finally made with great effort?" The fat man in gray exclaimed.

The thin man curled his lips and said calmly: "Why panic! There is a lot of corpse energy in the Ten Thousand Bones Cave. It would be nice to wait until brother's Ten Thousand Soul Banner is refined and then condense a Corpse Bead!"

"Well! Third child, you did a great job! Let's go, it's finally time to finish this big dish!"

The dwarf monk nodded, expressed appreciation, turned around and disappeared into the dark green fog.

The two men in gray, one fat and one thin, looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

after one day.

When Su Twelve and Jiang Feixue came to the outside of the Evil Pit, they stopped and stared at the basin shrouded in dark green fog. They were not in a hurry to enter.

In their line of sight, monks would appear in groups from time to time, enduring the stench and stepping into it.

"Huh? Why are so many people coming?"

Jiang Feixue was stunned for a moment, then clenched her fists with an angry look on her face, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"That damn old man really has no good intentions. He actually sold the map to so many people. He is so cunning! If I meet him again, I will definitely blow his head off with one punch!"

"It doesn't matter, with the eye magic weapon, we have already made up for the loss. If we are really lucky and find the Golden Holy Spirit Spring again, we will make a lot of money!" Su Twelve said lightly with a smile on his face.

He was not surprised at all by this situation.

If it was really just the two of him coming, he would have to be more careful.

In his opinion, if there is really any danger with so many monks, it would be easier to fish in troubled waters and run away.