Cultivation begins with swallowing the Dao fruit

Chapter 150 Nine Extreme Corpse Demon
After Ming Yuan Zong Chang Tai died in battle, many monks who established the Dzogchen Foundation decided to quit and left this area.However, there are still many Foundation-Building Dzogchen cultivators lurking, hoping to wait for the opportunity.

A month passed in a flash, and there was not a single challenger in this month.

On this day, 25 Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks walked out of the woods nearby, and the leader was Fang Linghai.

A look of solemnity flashed across Zhao Yu's eyes: "To be able to control 24 Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks is worthy of being the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Sect!!"

The Corpse Demon Sect is one of the top demon sects in the Blue Wind Realm. It also has god-transforming monks at its command, and is not inferior to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.The Corpse Demon Sect is one of the demon sects, and naturally it has many ways to control other people.

The most famous corpse demon sect is the seven poisonous corpse brainworms, which are poisonous insects made by mixing different corpse insects from the seven schools.If you don't know what the seven kinds of corpse insects are and the order in which they are refined, it will be difficult to refine the detoxification panacea.

Once infected by the seven poisonous corpse brain worms, if those monks don't want their heads to be eaten and die, they can only obey the caster.

Fang Linghai smiled warmly and cordially and said: "This fellow Taoist, I am Fang Linghai, the candidate holy son of the Corpse Demon Sect in the Blue Wind Realm, can you give me this ten thousand year old jade dragon scrophulariaceae to Fang? If you give me some face, I can give it to you. These 24 people and their storage bags are all handed over to you. If you can come to the Blue Wind Realm in the future, I will definitely prepare a precious resource for you to condense the Nascent Soul."

Zhao Yu said lightly: "No! I will never give up this Ten Thousand Years Jade Dragon Scrophulariaceae to anyone! After all, I have no ability to cross boundaries!"

Fang Linghai's face darkened, and he ordered to a Dzogchen Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him: "In this case, we can only live or die in the spirit ring! Go up and kill him!"

"Yes!"

The tall and handsome Foundation Establishment Dzogchen monk's face changed slightly, he jumped up and flew towards the Linglei.

The White Ghost Emperor who was standing beside Zhao Yu grinned ferociously, stepped down, and appeared in front of the cultivator in an instant, unscrewed the head of the foundation-establishing Dzogchen cultivator with one claw, and threw it aside.

Fang Linghai chuckled lightly and said, "Friend Daoist! From now on, they will challenge you every day! If you continue to stay on it, they will all be killed by you. Don't you think you are too selfish?"

Zhao Yu said lightly: "They were forced here by you! Their deaths are naturally your fault, you are the selfish and cruel guy!"

Fang Linghai sneered and said: "That's right! I am a selfish and cruel person! Because I am the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Sect, selfishness is normal. If you are a good person, then you should get off the spirit ring In this way, they can be saved! I will let them go too! If you don't come down, you will be a selfish and cruel thing, not as good as a pig or a dog!"

"Stupid pig! It's a waste of my time to communicate with you!"

Zhao Yu smiled contemptuously, sat cross-legged on the ground, arranged a silent enchantment, and took out the spirit stone to absorb and refine it quietly.

Fang Linghai frowned slightly: "This person has a strong mind and is very troublesome!"

If it was a friar with a weak mind, he would have been enraged by Fang Linghai's sophistry at this time, and jumped off the spirit ring to fight him.He has 23 slaves who have established the foundation of Dzogchen and his own strength, even the monks in the early stage of Jindan may not be his opponent.

The next day, another Foundation-Building Dzogchen cultivator was forced to board the spirit ring by Fang Linghai's order, and was instantly killed by the White Ghost Emperor.

On the third day, a stunning beauty dressed in white, with a graceful figure, skin as white as jade, and almond-shaped eyes and cherry lips, came to the Lingbei, knelt down on the ground with a puff, and begged with a pale face: "This fellow Taoist, please help me!" You, save my life! As long as you get down from the spirit ring and save me from that person, I will do anything for you."

Heart attack!That guy is worthy of being the candidate son of the Corpse Demon Sect, and he really does everything he can.

Zhao Yu glanced at the stunning beauty in white, with an indifferent expression on his face, without saying a word, quietly sitting cross-legged on the ring, like a stone.

Fang Linghai said coldly: "Let's fight!"

The body of the stunning beauty in white trembled, a trace of despair flashed in her eyes, she jumped onto the spirit ring, and was instantly killed by the White Ghost Emperor.

Fang Linghai said calmly: "You can even kill such a beauty without mercy. You are really inhumane!"

Zhao Yu said calmly, "Stupid pig!"

Fang Linghai smiled calmly and said: "You want to anger me? It's useless! If I were so easily angered, I wouldn't be able to become the candidate saint son of the Corpse Demon Sect!"

"idiot!"

Fang Linghai's temples twitched slightly, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he sneered, and said no more.

In the days that followed, Fang Linghai forced each of the Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks to board the spiritual ring one by one to fight with Zhao Yu, and then they all died in the hands of the White Ghost Emperor.

Fang Linghai would sneer at Zhao Yu every time, but Zhao Yu would only reply with the word "stupid pig" every time, then he would set up a silent barrier and practice hard in silence.

this day.

Fang Linghai slapped the storage bag, and a two-foot-long jet-black coffin flew out of it. The lid of the jet-black coffin flew up. One head was one foot tall, and the whole body was covered with a layer of silver skin. On the silver skin, there were three skulls tattooed on it. The head, with a ferocious face, and a demonic corpse exuding twisted corpse energy flew out from it.

"The nine-pole demon corpse of the Corpse Demon Cult! It's really extraordinary!"

As soon as Zhao Yu saw the demon corpse, his heart was full of warning signs, and he knew that he could never be the opponent of the nine-pole demon corpse on his own.

"Friend Daoist, the evil ghost next to you should be the spirit ghost of the king of ghosts, and its quality should have reached the middle level, and it has awakened a lot of talents. However, it is still not my Nine Extreme Demon Corpse Opponent! You still have time to get off the spirit ring!"

Fang Linghai slapped his storage bag, and copper-skinned demon corpses flew out of his storage bag one after another. Fifteen second-level high-grade demon corpses with combat power comparable to those of a Foundation Establishment Dzogchen cultivator suddenly appeared next to him.

Zhao Yu was waiting for work in the spirit ring and did not give the climbers any time to prepare, so Fang Linghai started to prepare before climbing into the ring.

Zhao Yu said: "Fang Linghai, if you come to the stage, you will only die. I advise you to be a stupid pig and hide under the ring, lest you lose your life in vain!"

"Does he have other trump cards? No! Just cultivating a third-level spirit ghost requires countless resources. How could he have other trump cards?"

Fang Linghai's eyes narrowed slightly, and finally fell on the Ten Thousand Years Jade Dragon Scrophulariaceae beside him, and he felt a sense of determination: "The opportunity to condense the Nascent Soul is right in front of me. If I don't give it a try, I will never give up!"

(End of this chapter)