Fairy bestows immortality

It is truly a time of sorrow!

This place has stunning scenery and is very remote, rarely visited by people.

Looking around, there wasn't a single person in sight within a hundred miles of the entire body of water.

Huai Shang sat cross-legged under the big tree, facing the gentle breeze, looking very solemn.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, and his eyes looked even colder.

The Possa Sect, which believes in the way of killing, has countless cultivators' blood on its hands. The killing intent that unconsciously overflows can make ordinary cultivators at the third or fourth level of the Life Palace change color and not dare to breathe.

Not far behind him stood two disciples, both at the first level of the Life Palace realm, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

The next moment, Huai Shang slowly said, "Gui Yin, Gui Guo, you two disperse and surround the island. Do not let anyone else approach this place. I need to go into seclusion for a short time."

"Yes, master!"

After receiving their orders, the two immediately turned around and crossed the island, settling down on its outermost edge.

They found a spot with the best view, where they could see everything outside the water.

If anyone comes, they can see them immediately.

The Possa Sect is a second-rate sect. In the prosperous area of ​​Qianlong Bay, it is not worth mentioning and is far inferior. It is overshadowed by many top sect branches, top demon clans, and demon king clans.

However, within the Seven Star Domain, they are still somewhat restrained, and apart from some cultivators from truly powerful forces, most people dare not provoke them.

Because the Possa Sect believes in the Way of Killing, they may resort to violence at the slightest disagreement. Therefore, even some top-tier cultivators are reluctant to provoke them and keep their distance.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Su Yun and the fat cultivator were already on their way.

The two continued forward, avoiding crowded places as much as possible, constantly weaving through the crowds, heading straight for the location of the mournful old monk.

Along the way, they saw many demon cultivators, including the Azure Dragon Clan, the Demon Dragon Clan, the Sable Royal Clan, the Peacock Clan, and so on.

At the very least, they are almost all cultivators of the Demon King level, and the same goes for human cultivators. It is rare to see the existence of third-rate forces; most of them are cultivators above the second-rate level.

However, most people don't cause friction for no reason and are quite well-behaved.

The journey of hundreds of miles passed in a flash.

night.

High in the sky, the stars shone brightly, and the moon shone brightly.

On an island, Su Yun and the fat cultivator settled down.

The air here is filled with a fragrant aroma that makes your mouth water.

That was a campfire that the two of them had set up, next to which was a dragon claw that was two or three meters long, and a large piece of meat.

This is the flesh of a vicious dragon. During their journey through the waters, Su Yun and the fat cultivator unexpectedly encountered a vicious dragon at the fourth level of the Life Palace realm. It dared to launch a sneak attack and try to capture the two of them.

Without saying a word, Su Yun killed it, cut off its claws, and cut off a piece of flesh, preparing to enjoy it.

"I've never tasted a dragon-like holy spirit at the Life Palace realm before. The taste and the spiritual energy it exudes are truly mouthwatering." The fat cultivator couldn't help but slurp his saliva.

"Are all these evil dragons so arrogant? They're just passing by and they're already attacking. They're really not afraid of death." Su Yun sneered as he grilled the food.

After encountering several vicious dragons in succession, he finally understood their names. They truly lived up to their clan name and were indeed "evil" dragons!

The fat monk looked at the piece of meat beside him and said, "Young Su, let's boil this piece of meat. It will definitely be incredibly delicious."

Su Yun countered, "Do you have a pot?"

The fat monk said, "Don't you have that kind of stove? Isn't it perfect for cooking meat?"

Su Yun's face immediately darkened.

"That's the Yin-Yang Furnace, my weapon. Use it to cook meat. You're so impressive."

He looked at the fat monk drooling beside him, raised his foot and kicked him.

The fat monk staggered back two steps, rubbed his buttocks, and without saying a word, turned around to collect the pieces of meat.

Su Yun shook his head. This fatso really knows how to eat. Actually, using the Yin-Yang Furnace wouldn't be a bad idea, but the primordial spirit of True Lord Chiyang is still inside it.

If he saw a pot of stewed meat right next to him, what would he think?

They probably thought they had to cook him too, but that simply wouldn't work.