A small casual cultivator!

Chapter 493: Retreat for 7 years, practice at Qingyun Baihe Temple

He probed his soul inside and saw that in the first space, those people in the Foundation Establishment Stage were praying and blessing non-stop according to his request. The amount of mental power they generated was very considerable. Of course, it was forced after all, so the quality could only be described as mediocre and barely usable.

Then he sent his soul to the lower level.

As soon as he entered, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and his soul seemed to be wrapped in a layer of warm water.

For the underground race here, it was Lu Luan who gave them a more comfortable living environment. Most importantly, from now on they would be free from oppression and no longer have to pay tribute to the underground royal family every year. Therefore, in their hearts, Lu Luan's image was no different from that of a god. They would worship Lu Luan's statue at least ten times every day.

The mental power generated by this was extremely pure, and just by feeling it slightly, Lu Luan felt very comfortable.

"Give them a little more benefit."

Lu Luan thought to himself, then pinched a leaf from a fire-attributed elixir in his storage ring and threw it in.

"Great God, thank you for your gift. We are your most loyal servants. We will serve you..."

Inside the amethyst gourd, watching the leaf emitting amazing energy falling from the sky, like a sun, the people of the underground race all prostrated themselves on the ground, thanking Lu Luan for the miracle he bestowed upon them.

At this moment, Lu Luan felt the pure mental power rising up like a hot air flow.

"Not bad."

Lu Luan was very satisfied. Seeing that the number of people in this species was increasing, he thought that in this space treasure, it would become crowded in a few years. He said silently, "After I come out of seclusion, I will buy a space with a larger size to make this species grow stronger."

Feeling that it was about time, he withdrew his soul.

After adjusting his mind, he began to recall the cultivation methods of Qingyun Baihe Temple in his mind.

He muttered silently, "Gathering my thoughts, I will imagine a group of cranes dancing in the sky. Wherever my mind desires, there may be a thousand or a hundred of them. They are indeed cranes. I will look up at them and slowly blow smoke at them, so that they will fly and cry through the smoke. I will imagine white cranes in the blue sky. They are indeed like cranes crying in the clouds..."

In the Purple Palace, the fire of the primordial spirit burned fiercely. The floating flames looked like white cranes rising into the sky. Gradually, even the dancing flames of the fire of the primordial spirit began to look like a white crane.

The first step of Qingyun Baihe Temple is to meditate, and imagine the soul as a white crane spreading its wings and flying. This step is relatively simple, and it is to see if you can calm your mind and make it as still as water. The second step is to transform the soul into a crane shape. The third step is to use the method of condensation to completely transform the soul into a white crane...

The first two steps were not a big problem for Lu Luan, but the third step, just like when he was refining the God-Slaying Art, required a lot of time to get started.

The scent emitted by the green lotus behind him would make people feel clear-minded when they smelled it. Although it did not have much effect on improving one's comprehension, it was still helpful and could save Lu Luan some time.

Lu Luan did not move, the old monk was in meditation, just like a statue. As time passed, a layer of dust began to accumulate on his body.

Just like that, the wind blows and the grass grows, and time is merciless.

A year has passed.

Two years have passed.

Three years have passed.

……

Seven years later.

It was dark and pitch black in the underground where there was no sunlight.

"boom."

Suddenly, accompanied by a loud bang, a dazzling light flashed violently in the darkness.

"Snapped!"

"Monster, where are you going?"

Angry shouts were heard from underground.

"Roar."

The terrifying roar caused the cave to shake continuously and large pieces of rock fell.

There were seven immortal cultivators chasing a Yaksha.

Those immortal cultivators were dressed in the same attire and seemed to be from the same force. There were three middle-aged men and four old men. However, among the old men, one had a skinny body but very strong muscles and bones, revealing a toughness that was rare in ordinary people.

It is the golden elixir cultivation level.

The object they were chasing was a yaksha, which was pitch black, tall and thin, ten feet tall, with two horns on its head and two fleshy wings flapping rapidly behind it.

The old man took the lead, his body as fast as lightning, and with one step he caught up to the yaksha.

"go to hell."

His roar was like thunder, and he punched out directly.

The Yaksha only felt a strong chill on his back, and immediately turned over to resist, waving his fist covered with a layer of black scales to meet the attack.

"boom!"

This was a physical confrontation between the two races. When the two fists collided, a huge shock wave was generated, which directly caused the cave to collapse.

"what!"

In the darkness, only a scream was heard, and the Yaksha flew backwards with eyes full of pain. The fist he had just swung out had been smashed into pieces by the powerful force, leaving only some skin and bones hanging on the wound.

At this time, the rolling rocks had already fallen down, but the old man did not dodge. In his eyes, these rocks were no different from snowflakes falling on his body. It was not that he did not dodge, but that he simply did not take them seriously.

He took a step forward and his body smashed the rocks blocking his way into powder.

As for the punch that just came out, although Yaksha's strength was also extremely amazing, his hand was unharmed.

In the Jindan realm, the main thing is to refine the Huangting. At this time, the weak state of flesh and blood during Qi refining and foundation building will be swept away. Having a body that will not rot for five hundred years shows how strong the body is. If a cave specially created for fighting is opened, the body will be even more powerful, enough to suppress most foreign races of the same strength.

"You really can escape."

The old man looked at the fleeing figure and smiled coldly.

"I didn't expect that Elder Ye Lingkong is almost 400 years old, but his body is still so strong. He is really getting stronger with age."

The monks behind were shocked when they saw the old man severely injure the Yaksha with one punch.

"That's right. When Elder Ye was young, he once fought against three insect generals of the Dark Insect Clan and tens of thousands of insect soldiers alone, killing them so many that their corpses piled up like mountains and their blood flowed like rivers."

An old man said admiringly.

"Quick, follow up."

When they saw that the old man had disappeared, they immediately sped up.

……

The place where corpses are raised, inside the broken spiritual treasure.

Lu Luan's whole body was covered with dust at this time. He had maintained this posture for seven years. During these seven years, all his consciousness was invested in the Purple Palace, and he did not dare to be distracted at all.

I saw that his purple palace had completely changed at this time. The fire of his soul disappeared, and in its place, there was a flaming white crane.

The crane is lifelike, with every feather clearly visible. Except for its cloudy eyes, it looks no different from a real crane.

Now it lies dormant quietly, waiting to soar into the sky.

The small ginseng next to it has also undergone great changes. Its leaves have been washed by the immortal substance and look like jade pieces. The golden elixir in the roots is now like a piece of stone and has lost its previous color. If you look closely, you can see that the surface of the golden elixir is covered with dense cracks.

At the same time, the strong medicinal energy could no longer be hidden, and it kept gushing out from the leaves like a spring, but in order not to disturb Lu Luan's practice, it was held back.