Spiritual Resurgence: Cultivating Immortality from Farming

The count chanted a spell. His magic wand was not a weapon used to kill people. It was just that when encountering evil people, they must be punished and do the right thing.

"Ah ah ah..." The people who were surrounded were disturbed by the light in the mist of the other party. They felt that the flesh and blood on their bodies felt like ants were eating and biting them. It seemed that they were eating their flesh and blood one by one. It was heartbreaking. pain.

This group of people who usually kill people and seize treasures, every time they snatch other people's magic weapons and kill others, the refreshing and bloody scene will only make them happy.

When they grow up to the point where they are beaten in such pain, the taste makes them scream in pain.

Seeing the painful expressions on these people's faces, the earl did not relent. He knew that if he relented and let these people go, he might take revenge on his own people.

The count's mighty performance made the viscounts feel excited. It turned out that the magic they learned was not a magic that could not compete with the people in the world of immortality.

You can compete with them. With their magic weapons, mages with different magics and spells in the world of immortality should have similar abilities.

It's a pity that only the earls have magic wands, and not everyone in their tribe has them. Unlike the world of immortality, where there are many weapon refiners.

They didn't know whether the magic wand could be made. They only knew that the magic wand was passed down from their ancestors and was only passed on to their clan members who relocated.

The Viscount really wanted to have such a magic wand. He had only heard that the ancient powerful magician was omnipotent. He could go to heaven and earth, and he could starve himself and eliminate demons. However, since the heaven and earth collapsed ten thousand years ago, I heard that humans were The battle between demons punched a hole in the sky, and this crack appeared.

No one can go to heaven anymore, and the mortals in the world are getting weaker and weaker. Without the support of the immortals in the sky, things get worse and worse, and the air becomes polluted. Those who practice magic, except for those holding magic wands, , they are like foils, and the person holding the magic wand cannot go to heaven or earth.

Their group also moved to this country during the war between humans and demons. They hid their strength and lived a secluded life in this world of immortality. They always listened to their ancestors' instructions and never went outside, even if they went outside. When going to buy or sell things, you will pretend to be a mortal.

They will not reveal this characteristic of their human heads and animal bodies.

They are just like ordinary people, living an ordinary and happy life. Generations of young people. Today, ten thousand years later, young people can no longer stay in the village and want to see the broad sky outside.

Unforeseen circumstances can happen. If the devil hadn't come to kill people in their cottage, and without this fuse, they might have been struggling in the cottage for a longer time. They would have been restrained by their elders and would not have decided to go to the outside world.

Because they have no courage, a little low self-esteem, and are afraid that falling to the sky outside will make them unable to return and make irreparable mistakes.

With the idea of ​​​​revenge, the earl and this group of young people gained courage and went to the outside world for a few days. They felt that the outside world was so beautiful.

But they also know that the outside world is wonderful, but ordinary people like them cannot live a better life. They can only come back and work harder to bring out their advantages.

This time, the earl organized everyone to dig up spiritual herbs and sell them outside, which could increase the income of the village and buy resources for them.

The viscount and the old hunter looked excitedly at the count's performance in front of them. The count, the heir to the family and the future leader of the clan, everyone listened to his instructions and stayed where they were and didn't move.

The Viscount wanted to beat up the drowned dog, but he could only resist this idea and stood beside the old hunters to prevent the enemy from jumping over the wall.

The count punished the evildoers with a magic wand, which caused them great pain and endless shouts.

After the count died, he used a spell to punish evil people. Use the magic wand to recite this spell. If these people are not heinous criminals, they will not feel pain. This is a spell to punish evil people. Only those who are covered in blood will feel pain. , only people with a lot of human blood will feel pain in their heads and bodies.

The earl heard that the ancient powerful man used a magic wand to recite a spell to punish the demon, which made the demon miserable. Unfortunately, this man was a bit powerful and used some methods to hurt both of them.

With his last breath, the great master passed down the magic wand and warned his people to take the magic wand and move to the east. Maybe ten thousand years later, their magic people can stand up again in the east.

The Count once asked his father or grandfather why they moved to the East?

What I got was what my father and grandfather said, and what my ancestors predicted, that a new sun would rise in the east in ten thousand years.

They didn't understand what this new sun rising meant. They used to think it was a change of dynasty, but in the past ten thousand years, this small country in the east has changed emperors from generation to generation.

But nothing has changed. The world of immortal cultivation here is just like them. The spiritual energy is getting weaker and weaker, and it is becoming more and more difficult to cultivate.

The count himself understood that the sun rising again in the east might mean that people in their place could ascend again.

The count recited the spell faster and faster, causing the men in black to lie on the ground in pain and writhing in pain, wishing that this body was not theirs.

He also constantly used spells to resist and relieve their pain.

It's just that their magic power doesn't seem to be able to relieve this sense of crisis. The other party may be attacking like a magic spell, which is only torture.

He was very proud at first, saying that these men in black would let others die, but when he felt the pain in his body, his pride was polished away, and he just wanted to give her a solution as soon as possible, or put her away. They let go.

"Hero, please let us go? We don't dare to do evil anymore. From now on, you can go into the mountain as you please, and we won't bother you again."

"Yes, let us go, let us go, you will be my masters, and I will serve you from now on."

The earl felt a little soft-hearted after hearing the confessions of these people. He was hesitating whether to let them go?

He had never killed anyone before. This time someone went into the mountain and killed people inside. This person didn't succeed, and he didn't kill the demon either.

The count had never seen a real demon, nor had he killed anyone with his own hands. The method he used to punish the demons just now was just to confront them, and to test whether these people were truly heinous people.

He had never seen these people kill people. The earl had a compassionate heart and a kind heart. When he was hesitating, the elder hunter next to him felt bad.

If the count lets these evil people go and takes revenge on their village in the future, their village and people will suffer.

The old hunters kept saying behind their backs, asking the count not to let them go. People who committed such heinous crimes should be punished.

The earl listened to the words of the old hunters and thought twice about whether he should listen to them?

The viscounts, like the count, are all young people in their 20s and have never seen real evil people. Although these people are hateful and may want to keep them and kill them, they have not yet caused harm to them.

They hesitated to persuade the count to let them go, but they felt that the old hunter had no mercy.

The earl wavered between left and right. In the end, when comparing the safety of his tribe with these people, of course he chose to protect his tribe first.

He chanted the execution spell in his mouth, and those people seemed to have been hit by magic weapons or swords. Under the countless rays of light, their flesh and blood seemed to be cut out piece by piece, and their bodies were whole. It always feels like the other person is slicing the meat piece by piece.

Screaming in pain and begging for mercy, these people slowly turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

Even the storage bags they were wearing were turned into ashes, and the clothes and items they were wearing were turned into ashes. When the wind on the mountain blew by, only some black dust flew away.

The count was under tremendous pressure during the whole process, and his first murder made him feel a sense of fear.

For the first time, I learned that the power of the magic wand can turn people into ashes, just like the magic weapons used by those in the world of immortality, or the explosive charms.

It was the first time he saw a living person disappear in front of him. The kind-hearted young man felt guilty for a moment in his heart.

It was also the first time for the Viscount to see such a powerful magic wand. In the minds of young people, the magic weapons and cultivation spells in the world of immortality are much stronger than their magic wands. Today, they have another realization. It turns out that they It can be so strong.

It's a pity that none of them can refine magic wands. Only the earl has the right to use it and learn such spells. They, who are also vampires, do not have this ability.

The old hunters just kept sensationalizing that the count killed those men in black for the sake of his family.

It was also the first time they saw a living person turn into ashes and disappear before their eyes. The scene was silent for a moment.

The monsters that were observing around them, who had wanted to rush forward before, or who wanted to take advantage of the fishermen, saw that these bandits who had been threatening them and occupying their forest were actually so weak and could be killed so easily. die.

There was fear in the monster's heart, and its eyes were begging for one of the people. Their eyes were full of fear, and they felt that this person was scarier than those black bandits.

The monsters gradually faded away, and they chose to return to their nests invisibly, staying away from these humans to prevent them from harming them.

Many demonic beasts have developed intelligence, and those humans who sensed that a few of them smelled of their own kind must have killed many of their own kind.

However, I know that there are some hunters who have cultivated to level one or above monster beasts. They can feel the sense of crisis, and feel that they are no match for these humans. If they win with more than less, they may be wiped out like those bandits.

They had seen those robbers kill people with their own eyes, but they only killed people. They had never seen anyone using magic weapons to kill people and turn them into ashes. They didn't even have a chance to turn those people into ghosts and become ghosts.

This is what the monsters fear most, disappearing silently into the world.

The count recovered his composure and showed a smile to the young brothers who were standing aside with some bad expressions, but his smile was too forced, and it would be better not to smile at all.

Like these young people, he has only seen dead people, but it is the separation of life and death from his clan. There is nothing scary about the death of young people, and it may often be the result of the heart.

The count who killed people with his own hands actually felt more fear than his brothers. His hands were stained with blood and were no longer sacred.

The count knew that their vampire clan had their own cultivation methods, that they had been glorious before, and that they had fought against each other.

Those were all done by the ancestors. The people living in their village had not been out for ten thousand years. The people in the outside world had long since wiped out the bloody ambition in their hearts.

The count calmed down, fearing that he would meet such a person again. He held the magic wand tightly in his hand and waved to everyone vigilantly. They all came. Here, he wanted to retreat before, but now there is no threat. He chose to go again. go ahead.

The young viscount did not dare to walk in front or behind the count. He suddenly seemed to be afraid of the count.

They followed the old hunter, and the hearty laughter before was no longer there.

The count led everyone deeper into the cave and found a cave.

"Stop moving forward..."

The earl asked everyone to stop and sent a hunter to explore the road. The old hunter had been to the mountain many times and had never been here, but he also knew that there were caves, perhaps where people or monsters lived.

They had traveled so far and had never seen a cave, let alone any man-made structure.

It is speculated that the people who appeared before did not build on the mountain, but maybe they lived in caves and lived a secluded life like wild people. There were also people from the world of immortality who recently acted as robbers and killed them when they were practicing in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Count, there is a cave ahead. Someone has lived there. There are tables and beds. There is a deeper place in the cave. I dare not explore it." The old hunter who went to explore came back to report.

"Well, maybe it's where those people lived just now. I don't know if there is anyone else inside. We can't go in together, for fear that they will stuff us in the cave and not be able to get out. Some people will go in with me, and some people will be left to guard the place. When something happens to people outside, in front or behind, we use code words to convey the news."

"yes"

The earl led the way. The viscounts suddenly felt a little afraid of the earl of the same age. This brother suddenly seemed strange to them. They did not dare to follow the earl and chose to wait at the entrance of the cave.

The old hunters also felt fear in their hearts, but they had seen more than the younger ones, and it was their suggestion to let the count kill.

It seemed that they were just scared at the beginning, but then they felt the blood coming out of their bodies, and they felt a sense of excitement that they liked the smell of blood.

The old hunters don't know why they feel this way, but they know that it may be their natural instinct, or they may have human heads and animal bodies. They have a liking for blood. Over thousands of years, they have changed a lot and transformed into Mortals, living ordinary lives.

The count observed the cave warily. There were no luxurious things here. They were all tables and chairs made of wood from the mountain. The beds were quite simple. Those cultivating immortals didn't care about sleeping.

There were traces of their meditation on the beds in the cave. There were no cooking equipment in the cave, and it didn't look like a place where they had cooked.

The count knew that some people in the world of immortality could stay alive as long as they took pills.