Chapter 27 Corpse Demon Sect

Tiansha Gang's thousand-meter altitude.

In the night sky, a several-meter-long ship quietly floated in the air.

A thin man with a faint corpse smell on his body.

He glanced at the blazing fire under his feet, and then looked at Song Wen who was flying low in the sky, with an interesting look in his eyes.

"This boy is not bad. As a cultivator, he kills mortals wantonly by any means, which is a bit of the style of our demon sect."

"Let's see what your qualifications are first."

The man pinched his fingers, and a white light flashed, falling directly on Song Wen who was a thousand meters below.

"The five elements of the root bone are complete, and the sixth-grade medium spiritual root is really an unexpected harvest." The man said with his eyes full of spirit.

The spiritual roots are divided according to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Some people have a unique single spiritual root, and some people have five spiritual roots with all five elements.

But the number of spiritual roots does not determine the level of immortal cultivation talent, but the quality of the spiritual root itself determines the immortal cultivation talent.

Spiritual roots are divided into one to nine grades according to their quality.

Grade one is the worst, and nine is the extreme number.

Grades one to three are inferior spiritual roots, with extremely poor qualifications. It is difficult for them to achieve anything in their lifetime, and it is almost impossible for them to successfully build a foundation. Among them, the possibility of a grade one spiritual root breaking through to the middle stage of Qi training is extremely low.

Grades four to six are medium spiritual roots. The disciples of the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation are basically medium spiritual roots. Some of them have good luck and character and can successfully build a foundation and become the mainstay of the world of immortal cultivation.

Song Wen has a grade six spiritual root, which even has a slight possibility of forming a pill.

Grade seven to nine superior spiritual roots are extremely rare. Although there is only one level difference between grade seven and grade six spiritual roots, there is a world of difference.

No matter which sect a grade seven spiritual root goes to, he can directly become a direct disciple and will be cultivated as the future pillar of the sect. As long as he does not die halfway, it is almost certain that a grade seven spiritual root will become a golden elixir master.

Eighth-grade spiritual roots are rarely seen in the current world of immortal cultivation. Such people can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage without any bottleneck and become the Nascent Soul ancestors respected by everyone in the world of immortal cultivation.

Ninth-grade spiritual roots belong to the legendary grade, belonging to the kind of top-grade spiritual roots that are rare in a thousand years and ten thousand years.

...

Song Wen, who was flying, suddenly felt an irresistible and vast power descending on him.

He seemed to be stared at by an ancient mysterious beast. He could not move in an instant, standing there, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Suddenly, he saw a figure suddenly appear in front of him, standing on a sword.

Song Wen broke out in cold sweat. He knew from Huang Shang's diary that the person who came had at least the foundation-building stage. Only those who were strong enough to fly with a sword could fly.

It was much more powerful than his flying technique that relied on wind power.

"Greetings, senior."

Song Wen said in a trembling voice.

He cursed in his heart, thinking that his luck was really bad. He actually met a strong man in the foundation building stage in the mortal world. This was even lower than the probability of winning the lottery in his previous life.

The visitor said lightly, "He is a ruthless young man with some of the style of the demon sect. Would you like to join our Corpse Demon Sect and become a disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect?"

Although the visitor's tone was calm and he seemed to be negotiating in a good way, Song Wen would not really think that the other party was easy to talk to and was really asking for his opinion.

The magic way has always been about following one's heart and having clear thoughts. If one's thoughts are not clear, what kind of magic can one cultivate.

If he dared to disagree and made the other party's thoughts not clear, he would probably end up dead without a burial place in an instant.

Song Wen immediately pretended to be flattered, as if being able to join the Corpse Demon Sect was a matter of great honor for his ancestors and a matter that would bring glory to his eight generations of ancestors.

"I am willing to do so. Thank you, senior."

Song Wen actually wanted to kneel down and worship, but he was in mid-air and his body was out of control.

As for dignity and face, and the fact that a man has gold under his knees, these were not considered by Song Wen at all.

A man who knows the times is a hero.

In his previous life, when he just entered the society as a salesperson and went to collect accounts, he was asked by a rich woman to drink a bottle of white wine. He understood that you must have strength and power to be worthy of talking about dignity with others.

Weakness is the original sin, and the weak do not deserve dignity.

And the Corpse Demon Sect, just by hearing the name, knows that it is not a kind-hearted sect, but a demon sect that acts unscrupulously.

Song Wen must not think that he, a low-level casual cultivator who has just entered the second level of Qi training, is qualified to discuss human rights with the foundation-building cultivators of the Demon Sect.

The visitor was very satisfied with Song Wen's response.

"I am Shi Shou of the Corpse Demon Sect. You can call me Elder Shi. Junior, what is your name?"

Song Wen replied respectfully.

"Reporting to Elder Shi, I... I call myself Ji Yin."

"Ji Yin! You are not very capable, but your title is very arrogant, which fits the style of my Corpse Demon Sect. You are born to be my disciple, hahaha..."

After Shi Shou finished speaking, he turned and flew high into the sky.

Song Wen felt that he was being swept by an invisible force, pulling him to the sky.

After a few breaths, Song Wen, driven by Shi Shou's spiritual power, arrived on the spaceship at an altitude of one thousand meters.

Shi Shou put Song Wen on the deck and said.

"Find a place to stay and don't run around. If you accidentally fall down, this elder will not stop the ship to save you."

"Disciple obeys."

After experiencing the initial panic, Song Wen quickly calmed down.

Since he was here, he would make the best of it. He soon regarded himself as a disciple.

Looking towards the deck, there were six teenagers on the deck.

Four of them were three men and one woman. They huddled in a corner of the deck, their eyes full of fear. There was no spiritual power fluctuation in the four of them. They should still be mortals who had not practiced.

One of the other two looked back and forth at Song Wen, with a slight sense of superiority on his face, as if he looked down on Song Wen and the other four teenagers who had just boarded the ship.

The last man stood beside the superior man with a wooden face, like a piece of wood, motionless, without any expression, guarding the superior man like a guard.

Song Wen also smelled a rotten corpse on him, and did not sense any breathing on him, like a zombie.

Song Wen found a secluded corner on the deck and sat down, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Shi Shou stood at the bow of the ship, and suddenly pinched a few spells in his hand.

The spaceship suddenly began to accelerate, as fast as an arrow from a bow, quickly cutting through the night sky.

The people on the deck could not feel any strong wind blowing, there was a shield on the spaceship, blocking the strong wind outside, it was really magical.

Song Wen felt like he was flying a plane in his previous life, but the vision was much better.

He looked down curiously, due to the limited vision at night, except for the little sparks in Yancheng below and the fire still burning in the Tiansha Gang, everything else was dim and unclear.