Rising Xianxia World

Chapter 93
Seeing Lei Ying, Lin Ruofeng and others leaving in a hurry, Gu Qiubai exhaled lightly.

Unexpectedly, a plan that came up on a whim would allow the two of them to fall into love so easily.

Breaking through the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons within three years may be a fantasy for other monks.

However, for Gu Qiubai, it is as simple as drinking water.

Three years is enough time for Gu Qiubai to break through to the Jindan stage, and even at the worst to reach the Dzogchen foundation stage.

Coupled with the cooperation of "Slaying Immortal Jue" and other exercises, it is comparable to the early stage of Golden Core. If you really want to work hard, even ordinary mid-stage Golden Core may not be the opponent.

Li Tian and the others are all below the Golden Core stage, and they can break through the nine-story Ten Thousand Demons Tower, so Gu Qiubai is naturally fine.

Otherwise, it would really be a waste of the ability of the system.

Lei Ying and Lin Ruofeng probably didn't expect Gu Qiubai's cultivation speed to be so fast, otherwise they wouldn't be able to accept this bet if they were killed.

There are naturally many benefits to making this bet, one of which is that you can recruit two monks who may break through to the golden core stage.

Lei Ying and Lin Ruofeng are both at the stage of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, and if they want to break through to the Golden Core stage, they only need a chance.

What is the chance? It is nothing more than a panacea that can help them break through the bottleneck. As long as there is a suitable panacea, they have a half chance of breaking through to the golden core stage.

Gu Qiubai can exchange this kind of spirit pill that breaks through the bottleneck with the system, and at that time, he can recruit two Golden Core stage monks without any effort.

The system required him to recruit three Golden Core cultivators within five years, and he only needed to recruit one more by then, and the task was almost completed.

As for the subsequent foundation building period and qi refining period, there are a lot of them in Wanmozong, so there is no need to worry too much.

The second is of course to establish prestige in the sect. With prestige, the disciples who were dissatisfied with him will gradually submit to him.

This can be regarded as a once-and-for-all approach!
"Next, let's start the virtual scene and let me see the mystery of it." Gu Qiubai turned and returned to the cave.

……

In Wanmo Peak Wanmo Hall, Mo Yin sat on the main hall, lightly squeezed the letter paper in his hand, and the letter paper burned to ashes.

"Hehe, it's interesting, interesting..." Mo Yin smiled softly, "What kind of tricks does this old boy Fang Jun want to do this time?"

He has a majestic appearance, eagle eyes and hooked nose, wearing a blood-colored robe, and his whole body seems to be bathed in blood.

Even if he sits on it, one can feel a cold and bloodthirsty atmosphere, as if falling into a demon realm.

"Tian'er, this son is probably a hidden chess piece buried by Fang Jun. If you want to get the position of the leader of the Liemo Peak, you need to pay more attention." Mo Yin looked at a disciple below and urged.

This disciple stood with his hands behind his back, his face was ordinary and unremarkable, but the aura emanating from him made it impossible for anyone to ignore his existence.

He stood quietly by the side, the heavens and the earth were revolving around him at this moment, and the aura turned into various auspicious signs and rushed into his body.

There is only one kind of spiritual root in the cultivation world that can produce such a vision, and that is the heavenly spiritual root!

The heavenly spiritual root, and the meaning of the heavenly favored spiritual root, can only be possessed by ascetics who have received the favor of the heavens.

Ascetics with this spiritual root are the pride of heaven no matter where they go.

There is no bottleneck in practice, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage is a certainty.

This disciple with the Heavenly Spiritual Root is the only senior brother of Wanmo Peak, Li Tian!
Li Tian raised his eyelids, and said flatly, "He's not qualified yet."

"Haha, that's right, a small foundation-building monk is indeed not qualified."

Mo Yin laughed wildly, a Nether Blood Prison loomed behind him, exuding a strong bloody aura.

……

In the Tianmo Hall of Tianmo Peak, a middle-aged man with a cold face squeezed the stone ball in his hand, and the stone ball instantly turned into powder.

"Old Devil Fang has recruited an interesting core disciple this time, hehe, but do you think he can keep his position as the Peak Master?" Ao Mie said coldly.

"Wushuang, the swordsmanship I taught you is good for cultivation. With your talent in swordsmanship, you may not be the opponent of Li Tian." Ao Mie looked at a disciple below.

Zhan Wushuang had a sharp face, dressed in black, holding a black sword in his hand, and his aura was like a pool of stagnant water without any waves.

He raised his head, a cold light burst out of his eyes, and his aura suddenly changed, like a raging storm, exuding a soaring arrogance.

"I'll let him know that spiritual root doesn't mean everything." His tone was as firm as a sharp sword out of its sheath.

……

Inside the Scarlet Devil Hall of the Red Devil Peak, the peak owner Xu Ji pinched the letter paper in his hand, and tapped the handrail with his fingers.

"Gu Qiubai..."

He got up and walked out of the Red Devil Peak, but his figure disappeared.

A quarter of an hour later, he came to a valley, waved his hand, and a magic circle engraved with runes appeared around him.

With a flash of sunlight in his hand, a strangely shaped disk engraved with azimuth pointers appeared, and the disk flew out, just in time to be printed on the magic circle.

I made a formula in my hand, flicked my fingers repeatedly, and in an instant, words gathered in the air, poured into the disc and disappeared.

"The storm is coming." He sighed and turned to leave.

……

In a cave of Ji's house in Nanyang County, Ji Changfeng sat cross-legged, and the aura of heaven and earth slowly flowed into his body.

Since Ji Changge's death, he has devoted himself to cultivation again, and the family affairs have been handed over to other brothers and sisters to take care of.

Suddenly, beside him, a magic circle suddenly lit up, and each word floated on the magic circle.

Ji Changfeng opened his eyes, looked at the words floating on the magic circle, his pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

He stood up and walked out of the cave.

After a while, a group of high-level family members gathered in the cave of the family patriarch Ji Ruge.

"You mean, the demon disciple who killed Changge half a year ago showed up?" Ji Ruge said calmly.

"Yes, Father, I have been tracking him for half a year, but I still haven't found this person disappearing. It seems that the world has evaporated. I never thought that he would suddenly appear in the Wanmo Sect recently." Ji Changfeng bowed.

"There is no need to explain so much. Since the person has already appeared, let's detain his soul. A small demon disciple will not bother even if he wants to come to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect." Ji Ruge said.

"That's right, his soul must be tortured for thousands of years, otherwise how can I be worthy of Changge!" Ji Lie said.

Ji Changfeng frowned: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate. The ancestor didn't know about it. This son didn't know what method he used to become a core disciple of the Wanmo Sect. He did it rashly. We are in the Wanmo Sect. Those who arrange it can easily be exposed."

After a pause, Ji Changfeng continued: "It just so happens that two years later will be the time for the four trials, and we will be safe when we start."

"You can arrange it." Ji Ruge waved his hand, "Two years later, I hope to see the soul of this son, so I don't let my father down."

"Yes!" A group of people bowed and retreated.

(End of this chapter)