Chapter 505: White Snake Immortal! Sacrificing the Stone Python

Under the moonlight, the elegant and light figure looks like an elf from the night.

Su Xuanyu's heart was slightly shaken, looking at the ordinary little black cat, her pretty face was filled with astonishment and surprise.

How could she expect to meet this person here! ?

"Uncle Junior Master." Su Xuanyu did not dare to neglect and stepped forward to salute.

In Zhenlu Mountain, she was probably the only one who knew the true identity of the black cat in front of her.

This person was the apple of Huo Tiandu's eye, Huo Jinli.

Huo Tiandu was born in Longhu Mountain and was in charge of Fu Tower, one of the thirteenth floors of Zi Mansion. He had a very high position.

It is said that Huo Tiandu was recognized by Fulou when he first entered Longhu Mountain. His talent was unparalleled and he was even inspired by his ancestor.

Mijueluo, the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, sensed his fate and accepted disciples on his behalf, treating Huo Tiandu as his junior disciple.

Therefore, although Huo Tiandu left the mountain gate and became an official in the court.

But his status in Longhu Mountain is frighteningly high.

As the only daughter of Huo Tiandu, she has enjoyed the favor of this big boss since she was a child. Her status has also increased. Even Su Xuanyu would call her junior uncle when he saw her.

Back then, when Su Xuanyu saw this little princess following Huo Tiandu back to Longhu Mountain, she recognized her several times.

"Why is she here?" Su Xuanyu muttered in his heart.

She had heard from her elders that Huo Tiandu's beloved daughter was born in a rough life. He suffered a catastrophe from demons and gods and could not live to be twenty years old.

Logically speaking, Huo Tiandu should keep him by his side.

"Stop pestering him."

The little black cat looked at Su Xuanyu coldly and warned in a deep voice.

"Him!?" Su Xuanyu was stunned, and immediately showed suspicion: "You mean...Zhou Dao!?"

"Stay away from him."

The little black cat swung its tail, turned around and jumped into the dark night, disappearing under the moonlight.

"Little Master Uncle...Zhou Dao!?"

Su Xuanyu froze on the spot, in a daze. It took him a long time to regain his composure, and his expression became weird.

…

In the early morning, a ray of golden light shines on the martial arts training ground through the thick fog in the mountains.

Zhou Dao was sitting cross-legged in the center of the martial arts training ground. In his Dantian, the two great energies of Nielong Yuanwang were like two little dragons, channeling freely and exchanging breaths with each other. The strange frequency spread throughout Zhou Dao's body, improving every inch of flesh and blood.

His breathing tended to this strange frequency more and more, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rolled back, sinking into the heavenly spirit like a whirlpool, and turned into golden particles.

Breathing is the method of immortality. There is no need to knock on the door of heaven to become an immortal.

This is the secret method of the Sunset Sect to refine the ten major seals.

Before last night, Zhou Dao could transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in [Nine Directions] every hour. However, after practicing [Fire God Hidden], his physical body transformed and his breathing skills also improved, and he could transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in [Ninety Directions] every hour.

This speed is as fast as thunder. If things go on like this, Zhou Dao's [Cursed Sun Seal] will undergo a qualitative transformation.

call……

The aura of heaven and earth gradually calmed down, and the riots stopped.

Zhou Dao let out a long breath, faintly glowing with golden light.

His aura became more and more terrifying, condensed in his body, like bursts of winter thunder, deafening and deafening. Such pressure was fleeting, like lightning in the dark night, leaving no trace of light and shadow behind.

"With my current strength, I should be able to squeeze into the top ten in this real furnace mountain." Zhou Dao estimated.

The top ten powerful men in Zhenlu Mountain are all masters of [Half-step into Gang], and each of them has practiced the secret method of amplification.

Zhou Dao, with his cultivation in the Guiyuan realm, was able to rank among the top ten, which was considered astonishing.

However, he had just mastered [Fire God Cang] and no one knew about it. Even Ming Donglou only regarded him as a friend with good talent and did not take him seriously as a rival.

As for masters like Xu Weiyi, Ling Yexu, and Chi Beilan, they never really cared.

They are dedicated to cultivation, and except for the top ten in the same rank, it is difficult for others to enter their Dharma eyes.

Zhou Dao didn't care about this. He was used to keeping a low profile, and it was easier to act without being noticed.

Especially in the future, once there is any abnormal movement in the sacred tomb and the holy miracle appears, he will fish in troubled waters and sneak into the sacred tomb.

At this time, naturally the lower the sense of presence, the better.

"Xiao Heihei, where were you last night?"

At this moment, Zhou Dao's heart moved and he suddenly shouted loudly.

Outside the martial arts training ground, a black shadow flickered, and the little black cat landed in front of Zhou Dao. It shook its tail, turned its eyes, and stared at Zhou Dao.

"You're getting better and better."

"Where did you go last night?"

Zhou Dao rubbed the little black cat's head, and the latter lay obediently on his lap, wagging its tail leisurely.

Ever since she was young, apart from Huo Tiandu, only Zhou Dao could be so close to her without any resentment from her.

"Go out and find you."

The little black cat raised its head, its jewel-like eyes reflecting Zhou Dao's shadow.

"Where were you last night?"

Zhou Dao was startled, then laughed dryly and said: "Look around, I always feel that this Zhenlu Mountain is destined for me."

The little black cat turned her head and lay in Zhou Dao's arms, letting the big hand rub her head.

"It's okay if you don't go out. It's best if you stay safe."

"Huh?" Zhou Dao was startled.

The little black cat, who is usually taciturn and arrogant in his bones, seems to be a little different today.

Zhou Dao was about to ask more questions when suddenly, there was a violent sound in the sky, and the clouds shattered and were dyed crimson.

A blade of light came across, enveloping a huge monster.

It was a giant python, and its whole body seemed to be covered by a stone shell, with lines like cracks on the earth. It was wrapped in a faint cloud and mist, and its demonic aura was scattered. It had obviously died.

"A stone python at the level of a great demon!?" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but look towards Mingdong Tower.

"Where did it come from?"

"I got up to practice swordsmanship in the morning. I happened to meet him and killed him casually." Ming Donglou said casually.

He spent most of his time practicing swordsmanship every day, often traveling around the world and going deep into various desperate situations, using it as a stone to sharpen his edge.

"The great demon in the middle realm is comparable to the Guiyuan realm."

Zhou Dao's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered the thunder python he met on the highest peak that night.

That was a great demon in the upper realm, and it was from the same ancestry as the stone python in front of him.

"There are quite a few python demons in Mount Lushan." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

Both thunder pythons and stone pythons are quite rare. They have the blood of ancient demons and are rare in the Demon Control Division.

"There is a White Immortal Cave three thousand miles southeast of here, and the owner of the cave is the White Snake Immortal." Ming Donglou said solemnly.

"The demon king of the seventy-two caves in the world!?" Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

There are more than tens of millions of monsters in the world, and the strongest one is the Seventy-two Cave Demon King.

At that time, Qin Taizu destroyed the previous dynasty, divided the monsters in the world into seventy-two caves, and sealed the ghosts and gods.

For three thousand years, although the Seventy-two Caves have also had to alternate between birth and death, they have always stood tall above the monsters.

Among the seventy-two cave demon kings, there are also strong and weak ones, and the best among them is the one who can compete with the Nine Divine Pillars.

There is no doubt that the [White Snake Immortal] in the Baixian Cave is a strong person of this type. He is top-notch and undisputed.

"White Snake Immortal..." Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed and he murmured, chewing on the name.

He had heard Li Zangfeng mention it a few times, and his evaluation of the demon king was very simple, with good strength.

Just these four words are enough to give a glimpse of the horror of the White Snake Immortal.

It is said that there are many believers in the White Snake Immortal in various regions in the south, and there are countless people offering sacrifices to him.

Once the monster becomes big, its belief becomes like that of a fairy.

He appears in the world, spreads the Dharma to the people, and blesses the common people. Naturally, he receives more and more offerings.

This is exactly the same as Taoist methods.

"Back in the Daoshan Alliance, the White Snake Immortal once fought three swordsmanships with Li Zangfeng. The sword energy spanned hundreds of thousands of miles and shocked the world in one battle."

"In that battle, Li Zangfeng inherited the title of Jianzhu, while Immortal White Snake aspired to be the Demon King of Baixiandong." Ming Donglou whispered.

Looking back on the Daoshan Alliance in those days, I don’t know how many heroes have fallen, and I don’t know how many geniuses are in power.

Listen to the rising tide in the rivers and lakes, and the waves before them will return to silence.

The older generation is lonely and retired, and the new era is independent and leading, and the long world is sweeping across.

This is how the world changes, from generation to generation.

Zhou Dao remained silent. From the few words Ming Donglou said and from Li Zangfeng's memories, he could imagine the thrilling event.

That was the highlight moment for Li Zangfeng and his generation. They took over the scepter of their predecessors and finally stood at the top of the world, waiting for those who came after them.

"Daoshan Alliance..." Zhou Dao whispered.

He longed for this grand event, not only because it was engraved with the style of his predecessors.

Who is born in this life and doesn’t want to leave a glorious page there that will shine in future generations?

"Lao Lou, can you sell this stone python to me?"

Zhou Dao thought about it and stared at the huge python demon for a moment.

The Great Demon in the Middle Realm is quite rare. If it weren't for the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the Southern Territory, you might not be able to meet it.

If you make a sacrifice, you will naturally get good rewards.

"sell to you?"

"You make a price." Zhou Dao was quite generous.

The last time he bought the strange fire nectar, the little black cat gave him one hundred thousand rejuvenation pills, and he still has it with him to this day.

Today's Zhou Dao can be described as rich and powerful.

"I'll give it to you. It's useless if I keep this monster." Ming Donglou thought for a while and said.

Originally, he brought back the corpse of the stone python because he wanted to peel off the monster's skin and use it as a whetstone. Now that Zhou Dao wanted it, he simply did it as a favor.

"Give it to me? That's too bad."

Zhou Dao grinned, raised his hand, and put the stone python's corpse into the Qingpan treasure bag.

"It doesn't matter, foreign objects are of no use to me." Ming Donglou shook his head.

Along the way, he was accompanied only by the knife beside him.

Forgetting both things and myself, without resorting to any external force, all Ming Donglou believed in was this sword.

"The old building is great."

Zhou Dao couldn't help but murmured as he looked at Ming Donglou's retreating back.

Although Ming Donglou is only ranked seventh among the top ten powerful men in Zhenlu Mountain, his background and accumulation are deeper than anyone else.

Xu Weiyi, Ling Yexu, Chi Beilan, Su Xuanyu... I don't know how many resources these people have spent and how many treasures they have used to get to where they are today.

However, Mingdonglou only had the rusty sword beside him from beginning to end. In order to become the six-armed king, he spent ten years traveling around the world and passing through various desperate situations to hone and understand the meaning of the sword.

This man has already regarded himself as a knife.

His practice is to sharpen his sword.

Once the sharp edge appears, it can kill the dragon in the sky.

"People who practice the art of washing the front are not normal."

The little black cat stretched its body lazily and shook its tail.

Killing thousands of people, practicing to the end, how can a normal person bear such an edge?

Thousands of people sharpen their swords, who will be the leader in the world! ?

If Donglou is a sword, then in the eyes of the little black cat, he is also a demon sword.

Zhou Dao rubbed the little black cat's head and said nothing.

It's late at night, and the lone moon is hanging high.

Zhou Dao hid in the quiet room and took out the stone python's body, his face filled with impatient excitement.

"If this were in the capital, I could give it to Lao Ma."

Zhou Dao thought of Ma Yinglong, who had the blood of a real ancient demon sealed in his body.

Mountain leader, it is said that in ancient times, the ancestors lived in the mountains, digging mountains to make roads, cutting down trees to build houses, taking medicine and killing animals... All these things are like taking the lifeblood of the mountains. Once it dries up, the mountains will be dead.

After the death of the mountain, resentment arises in the world and evil spirits enter the earth's orifices. When the dead mountain swallows the evil spirit, a bunch of loess will be born in the deepest part of the valley.

The loess will grow one inch higher every nine years, reaching nine feet, and a baby will be born in it, who is the mountain leader.

According to ancient legend, the great demon Shankui was transformed into a mountain after death. It feeds on all the mountain spirits and monsters, and all the mountains and rivers in the world are at his mercy.

The [Stone Python] in front of Zhou Dao is a spirit born in the mountains.

It is recorded in the "Work Manual of the Demon Control Division" that the scales on the stone python can ward off fire if worn on the body.

In ancient times, there was a strange man in the mountains. When he saw a fire burning down his house, he broke in alone and rescued thirteen children. He was burned by the fire and didn't notice it, but he didn't suffer any damage.

The stranger had a pendant on his chest, shaped like scales and made of earth and stone. They were the scales of the stone python.

"Forget it, let's make a sacrifice."

It would be a good idea to take the stone python back and leave it to Ma Yinglong, or to pluck off the scales and sell it as a treasure.

But Zhou Dao couldn't help it. Only by sacrificing such monsters to the ancestor could he maximize his profits.

"Sacrifice!"

Zhou Dao flicked his finger, and a drop of blood shot out and seeped into the stone python's corpse.

[Sacrifice the stone python and receive the first-grade magic weapon White Snake Sword as a reward]

A mechanical voice sounded in Zhou Dao's mind. Looking up three feet, the mysterious altar was looming.

The next moment, the golden light fell, and a white sword came through the air. It was like a white snake swallowing and changing, and finally turned into a seven-foot sharp blade and landed in front of Zhou Dao.

A first-grade magical weapon, the White Snake Sword! ?

Zhou Dao's eyes widened.

The swaying sword light was bright and clear, like a white-skinned python roaring. In an instant, it turned into a long sword that floated in front of it, with all the opportunity to kill hidden in the front.

A first-grade magic weapon, how precious it is! ?

In the capital, second-grade magical weapons may still be traded for red gold.

However, first-grade magic weapons can only be bought and sold with Huanzhen Dan, and sometimes even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them.

For example, if Zhou Dao's [Thunder and Fire Wings] were to be sold, it would cost at least 50,000 Huanzhen Dan. If you meet a monk who practices thunder and fire magic, the price can be even higher.

This type of magical weapon can exert its maximum power in the hands of monks who practice thunder magic, raising their strength to a higher level.

The quality of the [White Snake Sword] in front of me has surpassed Zhou Dao's [Thunder and Fire Wings], and the [Black Dragon Sword] can be compared with it.

Buzz…

Suddenly, a long chant resounded from the Qingpan treasure bag.

The sword light soared into the sky, and the black dragon sword turned into a black light, like a big dragon rising into the abyss, and it actually took the initiative to manifest! ! !