Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

At this time, the three disciples of the Zhengdao Sect were very depressed. They originally just wanted to defraud the blood coral from Lord Nahe, but they never expected that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway.

In this way, the three brothers and sisters were forced to go with Mo Fan, and they were filled with shock and anger.

As soon as they left the city lord's palace, the leader of the monks said to Mo Fan: "Fellow Taoist, what do you mean?"

"The three of us senior brothers were the first to discover that fierce ghost!"

"That's right, it's unethical for you to do this. It's a no-brainer and you will be cast aside by your peers in the world of immortality!"

The other two monks also spoke to Mo Fan with angrily expressions on their faces.

"Why, your sect is so destitute that you need to cheat mortals with magical medicines to survive?" Mo Fan smiled slightly.

As soon as he said these words, the faces of the three people immediately changed.

"Fellow Taoist, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"

"Our Zhengdao Sect is one of the leading forces of the Zhengdao. As a transcendent sect, how can we deceive ordinary people?"

"The Zhengdao Sect can't, but it's hard for you three guys to tell."

Mo Fan chuckled, not giving any face to the three of them.

He naturally knows about the Zhengdao Sect, and it is indeed one of the transcendent forces in the Divine Realm. Its status is not lower than that of Tianxuan Holy Land, and it even has greater influence in the southern part of the Divine Realm than the other transcendent forces!

In Yuechan's memory, the Zhengdao Sect is not as hypocritical as other sects, but appears to be much more righteous. Not only does it often send its disciples to kill demons and eliminate demons throughout the Southern Kingdom, but it also occasionally provides aid and relief to some poor places. common people.

Therefore, even the demonic monks have special admiration for the monks of the authentic sect. Unless there are special circumstances, the demonic monks are not willing to provoke the authentic sect.

The reason why Mo Fan feels sorry for these three guys is actually to find a good home for Xiaobao.

It's not that he wanted Xiaobao to enter the Zhengdao Sect, because from the beginning he discovered that Xiaobao actually had no spiritual roots, so practicing in the sect was not suitable for Xiaobao.

In addition, in Mo Fan's opinion, if he could be a happy mortal, it would not necessarily be a harder life than being a monk.

Although the life of a mortal is short, all they have to worry about is food, rice, oil and salt. However, this is different for monks. Because the desires in their hearts cause them to want more things, their fate in the end will most likely be an unexpected death.

Mo Fan was deeply aware of this, because so many monks died in his hands.

Moreover, after a hundred years, the racial war will surely set off turbulent waves, and the entire Nine Continents will not be peaceful!

If Baoer can live a peaceful life in these hundred years, it will be a kind of happiness!

So Mo Fan’s initial target was the city lord of Nanyang City, He Yuanzheng!

He had already inquired about some information about He Yuanzheng on the way here.

This man was originally a general of the Southern Kingdom, and he had been in the limelight for a while. However, he was seriously injured in a war with another country, and then he retired. Later, he was criticized by political opponents in both the government and the opposition, and was finally sent to the Southern Emperor. I came to Nanyang Island to become an idle city lord.

However, it was precisely because of the serious injury that He Yuanzheng fell into the root of the disease, so that he never had a future.

It was precisely after understanding these situations that Mo Fan focused his attention on He Yuanzheng.

Going to kill the evil ghost this time was just to pave the way for him to take care of the orphan.

As for whether this would offend these three people, Mo Fan didn't care so much. If these three people dared to have the slightest intention of revenge, he would definitely not let them leave Nanyang Island alive.

"Boy, what do you mean?"

Mo Fan's words made the three of them furious and stared at him with unkind expressions.

"It's not interesting, and I don't mean to compete with you.

Otherwise, the three of you take action first. If you can kill that fierce ghost, I will admit defeat. Not only will City Master He hand over the blood coral, how about I also give the three of you hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones? "

Mo Fan smiled slightly. Although the cultivation of these three people was not worth his attention, he did not want to make enemies with them for no reason.

Killing is easy, but the aftermath is difficult.

Who knows if these three monks left anything like life tablets in the sect?

When the time comes to really disturb the Zhengdao Sect, that will be troublesome.

Therefore, Mo Fan does not want to cause trouble unless it is absolutely necessary.

Mo Fan's words immediately made the three people's eyes light up!

Hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones are a considerable fortune for them.

"Boy, do you really mean what you say?"

The leading monk immediately looked at Mo Fan.

"Of course!"

Mo Fan smiled and deliberately touched the storage bag on his waist. A cloth bag appeared in his hand, and a strong aura suddenly emanated from it.

The three of them were overjoyed when they saw this. They didn't expect such a good thing to happen.

"In that case, let's make a deal!"

"Okay! But what if you can't kill that evil ghost?" Mo Fan asked with a smile.

"If it can't be destroyed, we will leave naturally, no need for you to say anything here!"

The leading monk snorted coldly, and then seemed to feel that his statement was a bit unreasonable. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to touch the storage bag at his waist. A wooden sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he said in a deep voice: "I The hilt magic sword is made from centuries-old lightning struck wood. It is a medium-grade magic weapon and is worth at least hundreds of spiritual stones!

If we can't destroy that fierce ghost, I'll give this magic sword to you! "

"it is good!"

Mo Fan smiled and nodded.

The reason why he dared to gamble with the three people so calmly was because when he arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, he used his spiritual consciousness to discover the evil ghost in the old house. If it comes to cultivation, the evil ghost is comparable to those in the foundation building period. Monk!

As for the three disciples of the Zhengdao Sect in front of them, the one with the highest cultivation level is only in the late stage of Qi refining, and the other two are only in the middle stage of Qi refining. What can they do to destroy the evil ghost?

It would be nice not to be destroyed by evil spirits!

In fact, Mo Fan doesn't know where these three guys got their courage, but he can probably guess a little bit.

It's probably because these three guys didn't carefully explore the power of the ghost at all, and they thought they were disciples of the authentic Taoist sect, so they came up with the idea of ​​being fearless.

This is a direct reflection of how easy it is to enjoy the shade by leaning against a big tree.

No matter how low your cultivation level is, as long as there is a powerful force behind you, you can intimidate many people.

Of course, whether the fierce ghost can be frightened depends on the luck of these three people.

Li Gui's old house was not in Nanyang City, but it was not far from Nanyang City. Several people quickly arrived outside the old house.

What surprised the three of them was that they were running with the magic talisman along the way. They originally thought that Mo Fan could not catch up, but this guy followed him from a distance. This made the three of them have a good impression of Mo Fan's cultivation. Doubts arose.

"Fellow Taoist, my name is Beiyu, I am their senior brother, I am at the tenth level of Qi refining!"

"We still don't know the name of our fellow Taoist, and what kind of cultivation level he has?"

Perhaps it was because the strength shown by Mo Fan vaguely made Bei Yu feel extraordinary, so when he spoke this time, his tone was much softer.

"My name is Mo Fan, and my cultivation level is only a few hundred million points higher than yours, fellow Taoist."