There is no future for menial disciples? I draw talismans to achieve immortality

"Respectfully send the ancestor to heaven."

"Respectfully send the ancestor to heaven."

"Rest in peace, ancestor."

"Grandfather, I can't bear to leave you!"

The Zhu family was crying bitterly.

Xu Changshou also felt a sense of grief for the loss of his friend.

So what if you are a foundation-building cultivator? In the end, you are still just a handful of earth.

If building a foundation is so difficult, why do so many people want to do it?

Even if you build the foundation, won’t you still die in the end?

At this moment, Xu Changshou wanted to lie down.

Just like those menial disciples of Green Ink Peak, instead of spending so much effort to build their foundation, it would be better for them to just lie down.

Wouldn't it be nice to return to secular life after a hundred years?

A plowing ox and half a field, the harvest depends on weather and the famine depends on weather. After the rain, the sky clears and you can set up a small boat, with fish on one side and wine on the other.

Life is only a hundred years long, so live however you want. Why force yourself to build a solid foundation?

Do not!

Xu Changshou suddenly came to his senses and absolutely could not even think of lying down.

He needs to build a foundation. Only by building a foundation can he see a higher and farther world.

Not only does he need to build his foundation, he also needs to form his elixir, Nascent Soul, and Spiritual Transformation...

The road ahead is still long. He has not yet unraveled the secret of the blood jade talisman, nor has he found the Xu family of his dreams.

Never lie flat!

Xu Changshou's expression changed, and his gaze became extremely firm.

At this time, looking at Zhu Biao again, his realm had fallen to the twelfth level of Qi Refining and was still falling.

The eleventh level of Qi Refining.

Ten floors.

Nine floors.

Eighth floor...

At the same time, there were more and more corpse spots on Zhu Biao's body.

It is not easy to cultivate this level of skills, but it is much faster to achieve enlightenment.

Soon, Zhu Biao lost his spiritual energy and became extremely listless.

"Ancestor!"

"Woooooo~"

"grandfather!"

The Zhu family cried even more heartbreakingly.

"Senior Brother Xu, why haven't I seen Senior Brother Sun?" Hu Jiuniang suddenly spoke in Xu Changshou's ear.

Senior Brother Sun?

Xu Changshou scratched his head and looked around, but he didn't see Sun Zhengyang.

"Strange, where did Senior Brother Sun go?"

"Senior Brother Xu, haven't you seen Senior Brother Sun either?"

"No, I saw him for the last time last night."

"Brother Sun, what a jerk! We're here to attend Uncle Zhu's Dao Transformation Ceremony. It's so rude of him not to come at this time."

Xu Changshou glanced at Leng Muyang and saw that the latter looked normal. Xu Changshou nodded secretly. He and Sun Zhengyang were close. Since Leng Muyang had no reaction, Sun Zhengyang must be fine.

"Go away, poor man!"

Suddenly, Zhu Biao let out a wail, then lowered his head and lost his breath.

"Ancestor, woo woo woo!"

"Grandpa! Woohoo!"

"Ancestor, why did you abandon us?"

"Ancestor, how can we live without you?"

The Zhu family cried bitterly.

At this moment, Sun Zhengyang suddenly ran in with a bulging deerskin bag in his hand.

Coming closer, Sun Zhangyang shouted loudly: "It's bad, it's bad, Senior Brother Leng is in trouble."

Leng Muyang's face turned serious and he said sternly, "Don't panic. Tell me what happened."

"The Zhu family has colluded with evil and practiced evil skills, and has betrayed the sect." Sun Zhengyang said confidently.

"what!"

"impossible."

"Friend Sun, please stop slandering me."

The people in the Zhu family were no longer calm. They no longer cared about crying and looked at Sun Zhengyang angrily.

Once the Zhu family is labeled as a traitor to the sect, there will be only one outcome for them, and that is genocide.

Seeing this situation, Xu Changshou was stunned at first, then he reacted.

Leng Muyang came here to attack the Zhu family. As for why he wanted to attack the Zhu family, Xu Changshou was not quite sure, but he guessed that he must have come for some treasure of the Zhu family.

Just like him and Hu Jiuniang, they both came for the Zhu family's four-leaf clover.

Given Leng Muyang's identity, I'm afraid he has bigger plans.

Of course, Leng Muyang didn't dare to take action before Zhu Biao became a Taoist.

After all, he is a great cultivator in the foundation-building stage. Even a cultivator in the foundation-building stage who is on the verge of becoming a Dao can easily kill a cultivator in the Qi-refining stage.

"Shut up!"

Leng Muyang stopped Sun Zhengyang and glared at him, saying, "Junior Brother Sun, Uncle Zhu has devoted his life to the sect. The Zhu family is a loyal and brave family. How could they betray the sect? Don't say anything nonsense."

Sun Zhengyang loudly defended himself, "Brother Leng, I didn't say anything nonsense. The Zhu family really practiced evil skills and has betrayed the sect."

"nonsense!"

"Spouting blood."

"Fellow Daoist Sun, you've hit the nail on the head."

"Fellow Daoist Sun, my Zhu family has no past or present grudges against you. Why do you want to harm my Zhu family?"

The Zhu family was devastated and collectively angry.

The ancestor had just become a Taoist when he was bullied. This was simply too much.

"Quiet, everyone quiet!"

Zhu Songling waved his hand, signaling the Zhu family to be quiet.

He calmed his mind, looked at Sun Zhengyang calmly, and said seriously: "Fellow Daoist Sun, my Zhu family is loyal to the sect, and you can't slander us just because you want.

You claim that my Zhu family practices evil techniques and colludes with evil forces. Produce evidence."

"Of course I have evidence!"

Sun Zhengyang lifted the deerskin bag in his hand and said disdainfully: "The evidence of the Zhu family practicing evil skills is all in this bag. If you want to see it..."

"Wait!"

Leng Muyang suddenly interrupted Sun Zhengyang and asked, "Junior Brother Sun, think carefully. If you can't produce evidence that the Zhu family is colluding with evil forces, I will not forgive you."

Zhu Songling said, "Fellow Daoist Leng, I can guarantee that Fellow Daoist Sun is absolutely lying."

Leng Muyang's face turned stern, and he said in a cold voice: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, please listen to me. If Junior Brother Sun can't produce evidence, I will naturally not forgive him. However, if he produces evidence, don't blame me for massacring Zhujiayao."

Zhu Songling cupped his fists and said sharply, "My Zhu family is loyal and will never betray the sect. If Fellow Daoist Sun can produce evidence that my Zhu family practices evil skills, I will kill or chop them up at your will."

"it is good!"

Leng Muyang looked at Sun Zhengyang: "Junior Brother Sun, where is your evidence?"

Wow~

Sun Zhengyang casually threw the deerskin bag in his hand, and blood flowed all over the ground. The deerskin bag was actually filled with black dog blood.

Xu Changshou was stunned.

What can a bag of black dog blood prove?

How can it be used to prove that the Zhu family is practicing magic?

"Hahaha, black dog blood, it's black dog blood!"

"Is this evidence? This is ridiculous!"

"Funny, funny, absolutely ridiculous!"

"How can a bag of black dog blood prove that my Zhu family has betrayed the sect?"

The Zhu family members were furious and glared at Sun Zhengyang.

Zhu Songling breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was some evidence, but it turned out to be a prank.

He looked at Leng Muyang: "Fellow Daoist Leng, what do you think?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Leng Muyang's eyes: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, the evidence is irrefutable, what else do you want me to say?"

Zhu Songling was confused. How could the evidence be conclusive? What could a bag of black dog blood prove?

Xu Changshou was stunned and said that he had broadened his horizons.

Just pick up a bag of black dog blood and slander the Zhu family for betraying the sect. This plot is too bloody.