I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 607: How did you die?

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He saw Wushou dodge to catch Qi Ying who flew out, and put him firmly on the ground. At this time, the wound on Wushou’s neck had already healed, and now he hugged Qi Ying with one hand, put the other hand on his chest, and whispered a Buddha’s name.

“Amitabha – my blood is not so easy to take.”

Before the words were finished, a large number of centipede-like veins suddenly stretched out on the face of the third-level demon cultivator, and he was sweating profusely, as if he was suffering some severe pain.

Immediately afterwards, as the sound of the Buddha’s horn in Wushou’s mouth became more and more urgent, the third-level demon cultivator spat out a lot of blood with a “wow”, and then backed away with a face full of shock.

“You! What did you do?”

“Amitabha. You probably forgot. I am a Buddha cultivator, and you are a demon cultivator. Buddhas and demons are incompatible. How can you heal your wounds if you eat my blood? It will only hurt more. “

“Then why do you recite Buddhist scriptures?”

The third-level magic cultivator did not believe Wushou’s words, but Wushou just shook his head slightly.

“It’s just a little habit of mine.”

However, with this understatement, the venerable third-level magic cultivator continued to spurt blood, and finally he wisely stayed away from Wushou, and the symptoms were relieved. He cursed Wushou treacherously in his heart. He said that his own situation had nothing to do with his reciting Buddhist scriptures, but why did he become better once he left Wushou’s side?

Buddha cultivation is cunning!

This third-level demon cultivator didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with his idea of ​​raising Wushou just now, after all, he was a demon cultivator!

Seeing that there is no way to deal with Wushou for a while, this third-level magic cultivator is also a little anxious. Since he can be teleported here, so can other Moxiu Venerables. He doesn’t want to share the fat of Wushou with others for the time being.

But soon, the Venerable Demon Cultivator doesn’t have to think so much. Because when Wushou and Wushou were separated by countless fairy and demon monks, the poisonous immortal who hadn’t shown his face for a long time suddenly appeared above the ruins of the ancient Juecheng in embarrassment, with dense bite marks all over his body, and several A tenacious black thread-like bug. He was working hard, trying to get into his body one by one.

“Damn it! Where did the black thread Gu worm come from! This kind of thing can actually hurt me?!”

As he spoke, the Poison Immortal suddenly became sad.

“Golden Corpse Gu Worm King! My Golden Corpse Gu Worm King! I have cultivated only one Golden Corpse Gu Worm King for hundreds of years! You finally succeeded in advancing, why did you die? “

Then how did the Golden Corpse Gu Worm Emperor die? This depends on a little puppet that Huanran sent through the poison fairy’s own teleportation array before.

The puppet was very inconspicuous, so after teleporting to Xiling City, it was safe to find a hidden place to lie on its stomach.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, the Black Thread Gu Worm King carefully emerged from the finger-sized puppet, then swung his waist, and suddenly three pairs of transparent wings grew on his back, carrying it like a mosquito Quietly looking for the Renxiu who has the strongest smell of the same kind.

Soon, the Black Thread Gu worm emperor targeted the Poison Immortal who was being besieged.

Because of the noise made by the Poison Immortal before, almost none of the Sanxian who came to attack at this moment did not recognize his face! This is a one-shot!

Especially those Sanxian whose disciples are mostly controlled by the things made by the Poison Immortal, because they want to deal with those golden corpse Gu insects to save their own disciples, each of them wants to catch the Poison Immortal alive. The Venerable Super Demon Cultivator was chased and intercepted like an egg targeted by flies, and even the Zhipo Army, who was the strongest in the Xiling Region, was not attacked as much as him.

“Help me!”

The Poison Immortal shouted for help, remembering his special nature, Zhipojun wanted to save him, but was blocked by Qing Ziyan.

To be honest, Zhi Po Jun really doesn’t know what kind of cultivation Qing Ziyan is. Only a few years ago in the Xiling region, Qing Ziyan was able to smash the ancient Juecheng into powder with a single palm, but now, I am afraid that his cultivation base is getting deeper and deeper.

Thinking of Qing Bofeng who is about to pass the catastrophe, Zhi Pojun feels that the way of heaven is really unfair! It’s okay for immortal monks to occupy so many places and resources, and now even the talents are much higher than magic cultivators!

There was Qing Bofeng in the front, and Qing Ziyan in the back! How could the Xiling domain be safe? It would be fine if Qing Bofeng failed in crossing the catastrophe, but if he succeeded, the arrogance of the immortal cultivators would soar, and there would be almost no place for the demon cultivators to gain a foothold!

Thinking of this, even the venerable Zhi Po Jun, the seventh-level demon cultivator, couldn’t help but grit his teeth secretly. Why is there only one Qing family in Lianyuan Great World? Why has the Qing family been prosperous and not repaired all these years? Why didn’t the other aristocratic sects catch up with them? Or why don’t they fight each other? It’s also good for them to pick up some bargains.

Actually, if the monks from the Immortal Dao hadn’t cooperated with him before, the Zhipo Army would probably continue to rest and recuperate in the Xiling Domain. Zhi Pojun also knew that the immortal cultivator who hides his head and shows his tail may not be credible, but he had been waiting for this opportunity to unify the world of Lianyuan for too long. It’s been so long that he can’t give up!

It would be fine if he was the only one, but his daughter Tian Zhiwei, such a proud child, has grown up from a babbling child to an arrogant and sensible adult monk, but she has rarely been to the West Ridge. The world outside!

Zhi Pojun didn’t want Tian Zhiwei to live in such a barren world, so even though he knew that the immortal monk might have bad intentions, he still gritted his teeth and did it!

Putting away those messy thoughts, Zhi Pojun took a look at Qing Ziyan, unable to hide his appreciation.

“Patriarch Qing, you and I are supposed to be amicable, why do we have to confront each other like this?”

“That’s it.”

Seeing Qing Ziyan easily intercepting the Poison Immortal running around~IndoMTL.com~Zhi Pojun cursed inwardly, thinking that if it wasn’t for the careless Poison Immortal, Lianyuan would have been killed by now. The world is under attack! Unlike now, he still has to worry about his life and death. If the Poison Immortal dies, wouldn’t the Gu worms he raised be useless?

“Patriarch Qing put back the Venerable Demon Cultivator behind you, how about we evacuate the Demon Cultivator in Moyu Small World first?”

Qing Ziyan shook his head, not agreeing at all.

“Moyu Small World has no magic cultivators now.”

Seeing that Zhi Pojun was taken aback for a moment, Qing Ziyan casually blocked his words.

“Even this Poison Immortal, he has to deal with the Gu worms on my Immortal Dao cultivator before he can survive!”

Zhi Pojun was taken aback for a moment, and then became furious. No one dared to be so presumptuous in front of him! But after all, he is the strongest demon cultivator in the Xiling region, and his psychological quality is not simple. Now he forcibly endured Qing Ziyan’s rude words, and found a way for himself.