Chapter 1 Ghost Cultivation

Li Mingyang often thought that if he could run faster six months ago, he might not have been caught by the monk army in South Los Angeles, and he would not be reduced to a ghost.

In the Shengyuan Continent, and even in the whole world of immortal cultivation, ghost cultivation is the sadd existence. A ghost seed is entangled on the spiritual root, which accelerates the burning of sperm and blood in the body and stimulates more potential by overdraining life. Pay such a huge price in order to be a better slave.

Li Mingyang has tried more than once to force out the ghosts in his body, but except for repeated disappointments, he can only laugh or punish after being found.

Gradually, Li Mingyang learned to be smart and knew that the stupid method of bloodletting himself could not force out ghost seeds. He also stopped trying, so that he would not wait for the ghost seeds to be released, but he would do it first.

However, in fact, Li Mingyang sometimes feels very lucky. He is just a beggar with a semi-spiritual root, and it is impossible to practice. But now the half-spirit root is entangled in ghost seeds. Although the burning of blood too fast leads to a great reduction in my life expectancy, it gives me hope that I can practice.

Linglong Gate, one of the best sects in Nanluo City, is building a fallen fairy tower here, and Li Mingyang is temporarily working hard to build a tower here.

Every day, the work starts at dawn and ends in the evening. You have to carry almost 80 boulders a day. At the end of the work, you are often so tired that you are almost exhausted. But every time after dinner, Li Mingyang immediately sat up and began to practice.

It's not that he didn't know that the incomplete qi nourishing technique he picked up was not even the lowest-level skill, but just a complete method of spitting. It's just that he knows that he has no choice. There may be some hope for practicing qi cultivation. If he doesn't practice, he will give up completely.

Although I have been practicing for three months, I still haven't been able to form a spiritual bead in my body, and I haven't even reached the fantasy realm. But he just enjoy practicing and maintains the incomprehensible optimism of other ghost practitioners every day.

"Li Mingyang, what on earth are you giggling every day? Are those fairies laughing at you?" During dinner, he looked at Li Mingyang biting the cold steamed bread, but always looked at Li Mingyang on the other side of the square with a smile. Shen Qiong, Li Mingyang's friend, pushed him and asked with a smile.

"Hey, if those fairies in the Linglong Gate can really smile at me..."

"How about a laugh?" Seeing Li Mingyang unconsciously standing up with steamed buns, Shen Qiong smiled aside.

"How's it going?" Looking at Shen Qiong's joke expression, Li Mingyang rubbed his nose unconvincedly and raised his voice, "If those little ladies dare to laugh at me, I will give them a favor and kiss them."

As soon as Li Mingyang finished speaking, many ghosts around him laughed. Shen Qiong also laughed and scolded, ready to get up and pull him down from a high place to reward him with two heavy punches.

As a result, before Shen Qiong stretched out her hand, she saw a black whip coming over, directly smashing Li Mingyang's rags clothes and knocked him to the ground.

With a "hist" breath, Li Mingyang gritted his teeth and turned his head, but saw the fleshy supervisor He looking at him with a whip in his arms and said in a low voice, "Well, do you want to die? You dare to say anything."

"Lao He, what are you doing?" Seeing Li Mingyang fall to the ground, Shen Qiong couldn't help saying.

"If you are open-mouthed, you will naturally learn a lesson. Why, what are you dissatisfied with?" Supervisor He's face trembled and raised his eyebrows coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Supervisor He's expression suddenly changed. He pushed Shen Qiong away, nodded and bowed to meet a young man in white who came from a distance and smiled, "Brother Zhao, why do you have time to come here?"

The young man in white looked very young, but he showed a young temperament. Although he saw Supervisor He in front of him, although his face was smiling, the feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away was lingering.

"Come and see the progress of the Luoxian Pagoda. Once the Luoxian Pagoda is built this time, no one can shake the hegemony of my Linglongmen in Nanluo City, so don't go wrong, you know? If something goes wrong, all of us can't run away." The young man in white was very kind at first, but in the end, he gradually aggravated his tone, like Yan Luo in the world.

Apart from Superintendent He in front of him, many ghosts around him who are resting are also chilling. They knew the importance of this fallen fairy pagoda as early as the beginning of construction.

After warning, the young man in white smiled and said a few words to supervisor He, as if the cold-faced Yan Luo just now was not him. However, before leaving, he glanced at Li Mingyang who fell to the ground, and couldn't help flashing a trace of gloom in his eyes.

When this person walked far away and disappeared into the inner door of the Linglong Gate, everyone was relieved.

Supervisor He, who looked like a pug just now, quickly turned around, looked at Li Mingyang with a complicated face, and said angrily and complained, "Mingyang, Mingyang, why don't you know how to have a long memory? You don't know where this is? Don't you know what kind of nature Zhao Yanwang is? Don't you know what those fairies are like?

Supervisor He didn't know the exit of the three cannons, and Li Mingyang also looked embarrassed. It is said that this supervisor He is already a rare good person in Linglongmen. As long as he is a Linglongmen monk, he is all above the top of his eyes. Only he supervisor can really treat them as human beings.

As a very special fairy gate in Nanluo City, Linglongmen attaches great importance to the training of female monks in the gate, so the female monks in Linglongmen are also beautiful and powerful. For such a fairy-like existence, he is a little ghost who dares to speak blasphemy, which really means that he has lived enough.

Thanks to the good man He supervisor who suddenly pretended to be furious and gave himself a whip, otherwise when Zhao Yan took action, even if he could survive today, I guess he could only survive as a waste. And once a ghost doesn't even have the ability to be a hard work force, the end will actually be more miserable.

"Thank you very much, Uncle He." Thinking that he had just saved his life by the other party, Li Mingyang thanked him gratefully and bitterly, and then returned to his cabin with the help of Shen Qiong.

"What a sin, a good child is tortured like this." He Lianwei has always been very repulsive of the existence of Guixiu, but the whole fairyland is like this. He, a small phantom mirror monk, can only occasionally do something good to comfort him.

"Famous, thanks to Lao He's wit this time, otherwise your life will be difficult to protect." Back at the residence, Shen Qiong drugged Li Mingyang's wound and nagging with lingering heart.

The medicine is only the lowest-level healing medicine, and there is always a burning pain on the wound. However, at this time, Li Mingyang did not have any pain on his face, and his whole body looked like wood. Seeing this situation, Shen Qiong also knew that it was useless to say more. After taking the medicine, she left and let Li Mingyang be in a daze.

Li Mingyang doesn't know how many ghost cultivation there are in the whole immortal world. It is estimated that even the strongest monks in South Los Angeles don't know this problem, but Li Mingyang really wants to know how many people have finally forced out the ghost cultivation and got rid of the identity of ghost cultivation without any worries. Embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

Ghost cultivation can only live for 50 years, which is already the longest life that a ghost cultivation can achieve. If there is any accident during this period, it will not even reach 50 years. Li Mingyang is only 15 years old now, but he can almost see what he looked like when he was 50 years old. Such a life is completely unacceptable to him. So when he picked up the qi nourishing technique with only a few hundred words, he would be ecstatic to regard the qi nourishing as his life-saving straw.

Unfortunately, the cruelness of reality, it is difficult for him to be reborn after all. The identity of the ghost cultivation is destined that he can only make a sunrise and sunset. He works more regularly for a fairy for decades than the old farmer in the secular world. Finally, he died suddenly because all the energy in his body was exhausted and was thrown in South Los Angeles. Buried in the messy graves outside.

Li Mingyang was helpless, but he could only smile bitterly and fell asleep with his qi nourishing skills. The injury on the body is not light or serious, but if the spirit is not enough, tomorrow's 80 boulders will be enough to crush you to death.

Half awake, it seemed to hear Shen Qiong and others talking about some ways to prolong their life. Although they were curious, under the double torture of fatigue and pain, Li Mingyang didn't even bother to lift his eyes, but he couldn't help smiling with a disdain at the corners of his mouth and thought to himself, "It seems that I'm not the only one Li Mingyang. Thinking nonsense, Shen Qiong and others also have time to brag.

After a good night's sleep, Li Mingyang had a dream that he was finally forced out of the ghost seed and got the method of prolonging his life and embarked on a fairy road.

Ghost Xiu's body is very strong. It's not a joke that ghosts forcibly overdraw their lives in exchange for magnificent energy. After a night of rest, the wound on Li Mingyang's chest has completely healed. If you don't look carefully, you can't even see the whip mark.

Looking at his perverted physical recovery ability, Li Mingyang looked complicated and couldn't see whether he was happy or sad.

Today, the situation in Linglongmen is very different from before. The square where the Luoxian Pagoda was built is not only full of ghosts, but even those inner disciples who rarely appear are gathered in the square. Seeing such a grand event, people naturally think that there will be a big event.

Li Mingyang lowered his head and touched the ghost training team, came to Shen Qiong and asked in a low voice, "Brother Shen, what's wrong? Are those little fairies in the inner door going to marry collectively?"

"You boy, I don't know how much you will suffer!" Hearing Li Mingyang's nonsense again, Shen Qiong slapped and scolded, and then explained in a low voice: "Today, the elder of Linglong Gate came back from Lingxiaomen, as if he had brought back a big news."

"Oh, big news is big news. What are you excited about? The bigger the news is, the more it has nothing to do with us. It can't be that the elder is going to pick out a few people in our ghost cultivation as his disciples." Hearing that it was just to welcome the return of the elder of Linglongmen, Li Mingyang said with a smile without care.

I didn't want to listen to Li Mingyang's words, but Shen Qiong smiled strangely and said in a deeper and deeper voice, "You're really right. The elder is going to accept apprentices this time, and only accept ghost cultivation."