Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland.

Chapter 261: Red Cloud
Zhao Shanming was refined into a ghost, which could resist many spells, but he was ultimately no match for Chen Wang.

Chen Wang's blood was surging, his eyes were like torches, and the Xiu Ba sword in his hand was extremely sharp. He chased Zhao Shanming and slashed!
The Xiu Ba Sword was not raised by him at this time, but was infused with the power of qi and blood, becoming extremely hot and emitting a faint red light!
This kind of qi and blood has a great inhibitory effect on evil spirits, even those who are lacking in spirits.

Zhao Shanming let out a series of extremely shrill screams, then fled into the mountains, turning into a wisp of green smoke at an extremely fast speed!

Zhao Shanming wanted to lead Chen Wang to the location of the tiger monster.

He had this idea in mind when he tricked Chen Wang into joining him in seizing the elixir.

The tiger demon refined the monks into his minions, deceived people for him, lured them into caves and ate them. He did this many times.

Zhao Shanming is a disciple of Spiritual Medicine Valley. He has a good cultivation level and is in the late stage of Qi training.

Being able to kill him and turn him into a ghost, this tiger demon might be in the foundation-building stage.

If I were really led there by him, I might be in danger!
But how could he outrun Chen Wang? Chen Wang turned into lightning and used the power of Thor to strike him directly!

Click!
Right in the middle of that green smoke!

Zhao Shanming's figure emerged and screamed!
Thunder and lightning are the most yang forces, and are most effective against ghosts like them.

However, at this moment, Zhao Shanming's body became ethereal.
After all, the ghost is different from ordinary wandering ghosts and evil spirits. He turned into green smoke and left again!

Click!Click!
His figure appeared several times in succession, and Chen Wang chopped him on the head with a sword, and his head flew high!
Zhao Shanming screamed, and his headless body flew into the air, trying to hug his head!

He grabbed the head in his hand, but unfortunately the Xiu Ba sword had a burning energy and blood force, which was like boiling oil poured on ice water. Even after he grabbed the head back, it hurt so much that he screamed!
He immediately fled to the mountains to avoid being cut off by Chen Wang and then having to piece his hands and feet together.

Finally, he no longer had to suffer this torture.

The bell in Chen Wang's hand has the power to summon spirits. With one step, he controls the spirits.
Zhao Shanming was finally beaten to death!

After death, people turn into ghosts, and it is difficult to get rid of the suffering. It is better for them to turn into ashes.

Otherwise, a dignified cultivator would die as a monster, lose his original intention, and show his ugly side.

After Chen Wang killed it, he looked up and found that he had gone far into the mountains. He narrowed his eyes.

"There is no telling how many dangerous monsters there are in this mountain, so we should be careful."

Chen Wang identified the direction and wanted to head towards the market town, but after thinking about it, he turned around and went to the shantytown.

When we arrived at the shantytown, we found that there were many dilapidated houses and many places were in a mess and had not been cleaned up.

Some people's houses were vacant, and new houses were built.
Although the places where the immortal cultivators live are a bit shabby, the places they live in are full of rich spiritual energy.
Furthermore, they could exchange some cultivation items with each other.

They don't pay much attention to material enjoyment.
The houses are generally built in a simple manner, mostly wooden houses and thatched huts.

Now some new houses have been built.

Chen Wang arrived at his house and found that it had been smashed into pieces, turned into ruins, and no one cared.

That day, when he saw two Foundation Establishment cultivators closest to him fighting, he immediately decided to retreat strategically, so he didn't know what exactly happened that day or how many people fought.

Chen Wang stood in front of his house in the shantytown for a while, and suddenly someone called him.

"Chen Wang!"

Someone shouted uncertainly.

Chen Wang turned his head and saw a man in his thirties, wearing a blue gown and looking quite elegant.

"Friend Qin." Chen Wang said with a bow.

This man was a neighbor in the shantytown, Qin Yong, an alchemist who usually made some pills and exchanged them at the market.
The two of them didn't have a close relationship, but this person was gentle and kind, and had a good relationship with the people around him. Qin Yong pulled him aside and said, "Friend Chen, I thought you were dead. Your house was smashed."

Chen Wang's mouth twitched and he said, "That day was too chaotic, so I took advantage of the chaos to escape and hid for a while. I just came back."

There are also secular dynasties outside the world of immortal cultivation, but no one is willing to stay there and would rather live a hard life here.

The lifespan of those who cultivate immortality is very long, which is incomparable to that of ordinary kings and princes.

Qin Yong sighed: "You reacted really quickly. Fortunately, you escaped. I was so bloodthirsty that day!"

He sighed a little.

Chen Wang's house had become a ruin, so Qin Yong invited Chen Wang to his home for a short visit and poured tea for him.

The tea from the world of immortal cultivation contains a light spiritual energy and tastes great.

Of course, this is not some high-grade spiritual tea, but Chen Wang has been in the winter for a while, and he can clearly taste the spiritual energy in this tea, and he can't help but sigh.

I couldn't help but smack my lips.

Qin Yong saw this and couldn't help thinking, "I wonder where this Daoist Fellow Chen has gone to. He is drinking this wild tea with such relish."

Chen Wang asked: "Fellow Daoist Qin, I wonder what happened that day, and what is the current situation of the Red Cloud Sect?"

He wanted to know the latest situation of Hongyun Sect from Qin Yong.

Qin Yong recalled the bloody incident that day and sighed, "That day, the Seven Star Sect, the Five Poison Sect, and many other families besieged the Red Cloud Sect. It was a mess, and some people had evil intentions and went out to kill."

"No one would have cared about low-level cultivators like us. Interestingly, most of the cultivators who died that day died at the hands of our own people."

Although he was smiling, there was a complex emotion in his eyes.

Chen Wang knew what he meant. In a chaotic and disorderly situation, many people would turn into thieves and bandits.

This is a very common thing.

Qin Yong looked somewhat elegant. He took a sip of tea and continued:

"There was a problem with Ancestor Hongyun's cultivation. None of us knew about it before. He married several concubines in order to absorb the pure yin energy of women and solve the problems in his cultivation."

"At that time, I thought that this ancestor wanted to work hard to sow seeds and give birth to offspring. Now it seems that the seeds of unrest were sown at that time."

"There was also a Jindan master who took action that day, but I don't know his identity."

"Ancestor Hongyun is also very powerful. On that day, the sky was on fire. I saw the fight here. The scene was extremely shocking!"

"I thought the other party was fearless and the Red Cloud Sect was in danger, but the Red Cloud Patriarch was extremely brave and actually defeated the mysterious Golden Core Master."

"Moreover, the Red Cloud Sect has already invited some helpers to hide in the mountains silently."

"Many masters from other sects took action, and in the chaotic battle, they severely damaged the enemy and also protected the foundation of the Red Cloud Sect."

Qin Yong finished speaking in one breath and drank the tea in his hand.

Thinking of how Chen Wang enjoyed the tea just now, he thought, "Could it be that my tea-making skills have improved again?"

But he smacked his lips and found that the taste of the wild tea was still so weak.

(End of this chapter)