Chapter 400: Once You Start Cultivating Immortals, You Will Be Ruined for Life

"With mental arithmetic but no intention, and with the foreshadowing you and Dahuang have in front of me, if I still can't kill with one blow, then I'm useless..." Ancestor Qinglin said with a chuckle.

After all, the Great Sword Ancestor is just a heretic golden elixir, not a real golden elixir monk. He cannot improve his cultivation level, and does not even have the opportunity to cultivate his own magic weapons. He can only use the magic weapons left by the Jujian Sect over the past generations. This item is inherently weaker than that of his Golden Core cultivator...

"The giant sword is dead, what should we do next?" Chen Changsheng asked.

"The next step... of course is to plunder the Jusword Sect's thousand-year savings first!" Ancestor Qinglin said with a flash of light in his eyes.

In fact, over the past thousand years, the five major sects have reached a tacit understanding. Even if a sect is in decline, they will at most take advantage and almost never say they want to destroy the sect!

But, things are different now...

This is a chaos that has not happened in Yuezhou for thousands of years!

The Great Sword Sect has taken the lead and wants to destroy their Wanfa Sect first. Now they have killed the Great Sword Ancestor. The two sides have formed a deadly feud. The Qinglin Ancestor is naturally not a pedantic person!

Let’s not talk about killing them all, it is still necessary to search for them!

As for whether the Giant Sword Sect can be defended in the future, it depends on the subsequent battle...

After all, their main opponents are Song Lin and Song Xing. Unless these two people die, even if they kill all the disciples in the Giant Sword Sect, it will be of no avail...

"Hehe, then let's ask the ancestor to do it himself. Just remember not to forget my share!" Chen Changsheng said with a smile.

"Without Fellow Daoist Chen, there would be no today's victory. Of course, I can't forget Fellow Daoist Chen's share...well, and Fellow Daohuang…" Patriarch Qinglin muttered.

"Wow!" Dahuang shouted proudly when he heard this...

"Disciples, protect the sect and form a formation!"

A monk at the peak of Giant Sword Sect's foundation building couldn't help but take a deep breath as he looked at the ancestors of Qinglin, Chen Changsheng, and Dahuang in the sky.

Hearing that this person knew nothing, the people below began to panic and form formations, preparing to respond to the enemy...

"The ancestor of the giant sword is dead, and there are still people who dare to resist. You are so brave!"

Chen Changsheng looked down at the cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment. He waved his right hand slightly, and the Ecstasy Bell suddenly appeared in his hand, shaking gently.

The sound waves were centered on Chen Changsheng and spread in all directions. Almost instantly, the Qi-training monks seemed to be drunk, staggering around one by one and trembling with saliva, while the foundation-building monks were having wild fantasies in their minds. He couldn't help but look at Chen Changsheng in horror...

"I didn't expect fellow Taoist to have such an ecstasy treasure. This thing is slightly less powerful against golden elixir monks, but it is just right for dealing with monks below the golden elixir!"

Ancestor Qinglin smiled softly, and the green flying sword in his hand instantly separated from his body.

Whoosh, whoosh...

Almost instantly, dozens of foundation-building sword cultivators were caught off guard and were directly beheaded...

"It's just some small tricks, but it makes fellow Taoist Qinglin laugh. You go search them, and I'll come and watch these people!" Chen Changsheng said with a smile.

"Okay, this is for Fellow Daoist Chen!" Patriarch Qinglin nodded.

Compared to Chen Changsheng, Patriarch Qinglin is obviously much more familiar with this place.

Although the ancestor of Qinglin has never been to the Giant Sword Sect, or in other words, the ancestors of the five major sects will not take the risk of directly entering the other sect even if they have something to discuss, but they will still be in their respective sects. There are some young men left among them, and they naturally know the layout of other sects very well.

Seeing Patriarch Qinglin disappear from sight, Chen Changsheng walked away with a chuckle...

"The Great Sword Ancestor, male, 332 years old, was split open by a magic weapon and died!"

"My last wish: Preserve the inheritance of the Giant Sword Sect!"

"Evaluation of the corpse: Three-star extraordinary, twelve third-level essence and blood pills, one third-level mana pill, one third-level spiritual awareness pill, and ten rays of pill energy!"

Tsk tsk, even if you die, why don’t you forget the inheritance of the Giant Sword Sect?

This last wish may not be fulfilled...

"Li Tianhao, male, 112 years old, was beheaded by a magic weapon and died!"

"My last wish: Preserve the inheritance of the Giant Sword Sect!"

"Corpse evaluation: Two-star Extraordinary, rewarded with thirteen second-level Essence and Blood Pills, ten second-level Mana Pills, and four Divine Knowledge Pills!"

This is the monk who took the lead just now and wanted to resist Chen Changsheng and Qinglin Patriarch...

"Essence, blood, mana, are all the best in the same level, and the consciousness is obviously stronger than the ordinary foundation-building peak. Unfortunately, it still hasn't reached the level of being able to condense the fifth consciousness pill, and I'm not too old. I’m afraid it’s not the elixir-forming seeds of the Giant Sword Sect…”

Chen Changsheng has killed so many Foundation Establishment monks. Even at the peak of Foundation Establishment, the vast majority of Foundation Establishment monks are quite satisfactory. The number of Essence and Blood Pills given varies according to their age. The number of Mana Pills is generally nine. Below, few can reach ten!

"Wan Yanni, female, 144 years old, was beheaded to death by a magic weapon!"

"My last wish: my son Wanli Shi can escape!"

"Corpse evaluation: Extraordinary two stars, reward six second-level essence and blood pills, eight second-level mana pills, and four spiritual consciousness pills!"

She is a good mother who never forgets to care about her son before she dies!

"Huangfu Duan, male, 184 years old, was beheaded by a magic weapon and died!"

"My last wish: kill Ancestor Qinglin!"

"Corpse evaluation: two stars of extraordinary, rewarded with two second-level essence and blood pills, nine second-level mana pills, and four spiritual consciousness pills!"

Good guy, are you going directly to Ancestor Qinglin?

"Lin Shuang'er, female, 152 years old, was beheaded by a magic weapon."

"..."

Qinglin Patriarch was looting treasures inside, while Chen Changsheng was collecting corpses outside.

Because the battle was not long, the aftermath was not very large. In addition to the hundreds of people killed by the spirit explosion, there were also some formation masters killed by them. In fact, the death toll of the entire Giant Sword Sect was not very large. Chen Changsheng did not continue to kill people, but did not waste the dead bodies. After Qinglin Patriarch returned, the two did not even look at the already messy Giant Sword Sect, and left directly...

On the other side, the ruins of Qingmu Sect, inside the cemetery!

"Sister, this time, I really have to go... Maybe, I will never come back..."

"It's a pity that we don't have the next life. Once we start cultivating immortals, we will ruin our lives!"

"Mortals can still reincarnate, but cultivators fight for their lives with the sky. How many can enter reincarnation after death..."

"Let it be, this is no longer our world!"

Song Xing sat in front of a tombstone, spilling the spiritual wine in his hand from time to time, and then drank the last glass of spiritual wine, and was ready to turn around and leave...

"Huh?"

"What is that?"

"The tomb of Qingmu Zhenjun?"

"Who erected a tombstone for my master?"

"No, this soil... is new... The last time I came here, it must not have been there..."

"Could it be?"

Suddenly, Song Xing's eyes flashed with blood, and then he waved his hand gently, and the tombstone was swept away, and the covering soil flew everywhere, and the body of Qingmu Zhenjun suddenly appeared in front of Song Xing...