Cultivation begins with swallowing the Dao fruit

Chapter 199
Before the Daqian Empire, there were Nascent Soul cultivators who could occupy the fourth-order spiritual practice, because the Nascent Soul cultivators were too strong, and the five major Nascent Soul-level forces were unwilling to be enemies with the Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, the war broke out between the two countries, and the five Nascent Soul forces have joined forces. Naturally, all factors of instability in the country must be eradicated first, and it is absolutely impossible to let the other Nascent Soul forces sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.

Zhao Yu thought: "I am willing to join the alliance!"

Fifth-level spiritual veins are extremely rare, and a fifth-level spiritual vein means a steady stream of resources, and various rare elixir can be planted here, spiritual beasts can be raised, and demon corpses and evil spirits can be cultivated here.

If Zhao Yu loses this fifth-level mid-grade spiritual vein, it means that he has to find spiritual veins to practice again, and he will not be able to continuously obtain resources to support him.

Nascent Soul cultivators from two sects, two sects, and one city are far more prosperous than the rest of the casual cultivators, because they occupy a large number of spiritual lands and receive countless resources to support them.

True Lord Wuyun smiled slightly and said, "In a month's time, I invite you to come to Yunxia City to meet fellow comrades, and we will discuss the future actions of the alliance together."

Zhao Yu nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"

A month later, above Yunxia City, a ray of light flew from a distance, landed at the gate of the city, and appeared, it was Zhao Yu, Jiuji Corpse Emperor, and White Ghost Emperor.

Since the White Ghost Emperor advanced to the fourth level, Zhao Yu no longer kept them in the ghost raising pot or coffin, but kept them with him.

After all, Zhao Yu was only a mere cultivator in the late stage of Jindan, and he was no match for the Nascent Soul cultivator. If he was attacked by the Nascent Soul cultivator, he might not be able to react.

"I have met Senior Zhao, and Zhou Wanrong, who is in the Heavenly Cloud Sacred Sect, came to welcome Senior under the order of True Monarch Wuyun. If you have any needs, please feel free to ask me!"

A tall man wearing a white palace dress, with double peaks bulging the palace dress, wearing a bunch of black single ponytail, skin like snow white milk, cherry lips and beautiful nose, looks absolutely beautiful, exuding a shrewd and capable The temperamental foundation-building Dzogchen beauty came from the side and made a big salute.

Zhao Yu nodded slightly, and led by Zhou Wanrong to a luxurious palace in Yunxia City.

As soon as Zhao Yu came to the palace, he saw more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks with different appearances and temperaments.

Those dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators are the overlords at the apex of the Dagan Empire.

The dozen Nascent Soul cultivators also focused their attention on Zhao Yu when he entered the palace, carefully looking at the newcomer and the two fourth-level monsters beside him, the White Ghost King and the Jiuji Corpse King.

A Nascent Soul monk wearing white clothes, tall and handsome, who looked to be about 21 or years old, took the initiative to come over and asked curiously: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, I heard that you killed that annoying guy, True Lord Blue Toad?"

Zhao Yu said: "I don't know how to call this fellow Taoist?"

The white-clothed Nascent Soul monk smiled heartily and said: "I, the True Lord Xiaoyao, love wine, food, and beauties. I just want to live a happy life and have a worry-free life!"

Zhao Yu immediately understood the origin of this Nascent Soul cultivator.

Xiaoyao Zhenjun is the city lord of Xiaoyao Immortal City, which is located on a fourth-level mid-grade spiritual vein. He is also a Nascent Soul casual cultivator of the Daqian Empire.

True Monarch Xiaoyao is such a beauty, and the beauties in the harem are as high as ten thousand people.Every year in Xiaoyao Xiancheng, there will be an oiran competition, a fairy brewing competition, and a spirit chef competition, and the winners will be rewarded by Xiaoyao Zhenjun.

Since Zhenjun Xiaoyao was promoted to Nascent Soul, he has been staying in Xiaoyao Immortal City, enjoying himself and making friends.He is also a Nascent Soul monk with an excellent reputation and friends all over the world in the Daqian Empire.

Zhao Yu said: "I was just lucky enough to defeat True Lord Lan Chan!"

"Luckily? The poisonous demon toad controlled by True Lord Blue Toad is very difficult. Plus he himself, it is equivalent to the combat power of two Nascent Souls. There are not many people here who can defeat him alone, let alone kill him. Him!"

"That guy was so annoying that he killed one of my favorite oirans! Unfortunately, I'm not very good at fighting, so I can only swallow this bad breath. Killing him is equivalent to helping me release a bad breath. From now on From now on, you will be my friend, Mr. Xiaoyao!"

"My Xiaoyao Immortal City is a fairyland on earth. Even the enjoyment in the immortal world may not be as good as my Xiaoyao Immortal City. If Zhao Yu comes to my Xiaoyao Immortal City in the future, I will definitely let you enjoy the highest happiness in the world without thinking about becoming an immortal!"

True Monarch Xiaoyao held five fingers together, and with a flash of inspiration, a white jade wine cup of magic weapon level appeared in his hand. The amber spirit wine in the wine cup was slightly rippling, and the aroma was overflowing.He drank the spirit wine in one gulp and laughed heartily.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, don't listen to him! That Xiaoyao Immortal City is a place that erodes people's minds. This guy condensed the Nascent Soul in 200 years ago and is known as the number one genius in the Daqian Empire, but now his cultivation is only at the third level of the Nascent Soul ! His talent was wasted!"

A tall Nascent Soul cultivator, dressed in black and looking like a handsome middle-aged man, came from the side and took a deep look at True Lord Xiaoyao, hating that iron could not make steel.

Zhao Yu praised: "It takes 200 years to condense the Nascent Soul! It's really amazing! I don't know what my friends call it!"

Those monks who condensed the Nascent Soul within 200 years are all geniuses among geniuses. They have a great opportunity to be close to them. In the future, they may even hope to become great monks in the late Nascent Soul and even hit the realm of transforming gods.

The entire Daqian Empire currently does not have a great monk in the late Yuanying period. If Xiaoyao Zhenjun can be promoted to a great monk in the late Yuanying period, then Xiaoyao Xiancheng can completely occupy a fifth-level spiritual vein, and become two sects and two sects in one fell swoop. , The top Nascent Soul forces in Yicheng.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "I am Fengyuan Zhenjun, and I am this guy's friend!"

Zhenjun Xiaoyao shook his head and sighed: "Old Feng, before becoming a god, the lifespan of Yuanying monks is basically the same. Life is short, and enjoying life in time is king. There are so many Yuanying monks in the Daqian Empire, but none of them have been promoted in the past thousand years. Transformation into gods, let alone ascension! We practice for the sake of immortality and enjoyment. Since we have already been promoted to Nascent Soul and have attained immortality, if we don’t enjoy it in time, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?”

Fengyuan Zhenjun said: "If you don't practice hard, then there is no hope of advancing to become a god! Although no one in my Dagan Empire has advanced to become a god for nearly a thousand years, but for ten thousand years, there are still two people in our Dagan Empire. Humans have advanced to become gods! The ancestors of Tianyun Shengzong and Minghua Sword Sect have successfully advanced to become gods!"

Master Xiaoyao looked forward to it and said: "Old Zhao, tell me, who of us is right?"

Zhao Yu smiled and said: "Fengyuan Zhenjun!"

Xiaoyao Zhenjun shook his head and sighed: "Vulgarity! vulgarity! vulgarity! Old Zhao, I originally thought that you and I are the same people who like to enjoy life, but I didn't expect that you are also a big vulgar person like Zhenjun Fengyuan! Three months later, It's the oiran contest held every three years in my Happy Immortal City, are you interested in coming to see it?"

(End of this chapter)