Chapter 599

the next day.

Inside the restaurant.

Aaron, who was drinking, gave his wrist a slight pause, and immediately drank the fine wine in the glass like a normal person.

'Just now... for a moment, I felt horrified, maybe the foundation-building consciousness swept over me? '

'But I didn't hide it at all, I was just an ordinary person, so I was let go? '

'This is considered to have passed the most dangerous period. As long as the other party doesn't slaughter the city, they can't do anything to me...'

When it was late at night, Aaron went straight to bed and fell asleep.

...

Over the city.

The foundation-building cultivator of the Black Blood Sect looked at the lights of Wanjia, his face sinking like water. He had captured all the Qi-refinement cultivators he could find nearby and tortured them for soul-refinement, but found nothing.

"Could it be that...that kid's qi restraining supernatural power is so exquisite?"

This Foundation Establishment Overhaul's face was full of disbelief.

But he didn't know that Aaron didn't cover up his aura, but really sang his kung fu and became an ordinary person. This is naturally more effective than any cover-up spell, because it is real!

"Up to now, there is only... the massacre of the city?"

There was a crimson light in the eyes of this Foundation Establishment Overhaul.

For immortal cultivators, mortals are just ants, and there is no such thing as karmic punishment in this world, no matter how many mortals are killed, they will not be struck by lightning!

The only ones who can slightly limit the magic cultivation are righteous monks and negligible reputations.

"If it were in the Wu Kingdom, the sect would need a large number of mortals to give birth to children with spiritual root aptitude to replenish new blood. If I slaughtered the city, the sect master would not spare me, but this place is an enemy country... just like the old man's Qiansha Banner Countless soul sacrifices are needed."

The red light in the eyes of this black-clothed demon cultivator suddenly became brighter, and his whole body was full of murderous aura.

Although after massacring the city, his reputation will drop to the bottom, and he will even become the target of righteous monks, but so what?

Compared with the progress of skills and instruments, everything is false!

Demonic monks don't pay much attention to this.

Just when he was about to make a move, a blaze came through the sky, and it was a sound transmission talisman: "Third Junior Brother... Qingdingmen has been mobilized, quickly go back to the East Gate Valley to defend!"

The Dongmengu incident couldn't hide the news at all, and the Qingdingmen reacted quickly after getting the news.

If you stay outside at this time, you might be besieged and fall!

Compared with his own life, a mere true disciple is almost like an ant.

"Damn..."

The black-clothed Jianji cursed, turned into a black ray of light, escaped extremely fast, and suddenly went away...

...

In the city of Heisawa Prefecture, there was still silence.

Those people who were sleeping soundly didn't know that they had escaped a massacre by accident!

The next day, Aaron got up and stretched.

He planned to stay here for a few months first, and then leave Heisawa Prefecture with the mortal caravan.

As for those storage bags, you can put them away for a few years first! I can't run with long legs anymore...

Compared with your own safety, even if it is lost, it is nothing.

'It's just... Do I want to start practicing Mingyu Jue now? '

Aaron thought to himself while eating meat buns for breakfast.

Today's world of cultivating immortals is not peaceful, even casual cultivators may be caught as cannon fodder, or used by demonic cultivators to refine their souls!

As for mortals, as the foundation of the world of cultivating immortals, generally speaking, cultivators on both sides would not care too much.

'When the great war comes, casual cultivators will either go to be cannon fodder, or go far away, or they can only hide among the people...But they may not be able to completely hide their mana fluctuations, and they will be easily caught...But I am different, I am a mortal. '

'And... the magic power of cultivating immortals is gone, but my martial arts are still there! '

'The cultivation base of the peak of energy transformation is half a step of refining the gods. It is enough to protect itself in the mundane world, and it is still very comfortable to live...'

'Anyway, my lifespan is unlimited, don't worry, take your time, wait until this wave of war is over...'

"It's a pity that those 'nine-eyed crabapples' will stop growing at most. With the aura of the elixir island, it should not be a big problem to keep them from withering..."

After thinking about it, Aaron began to seriously play the image of a game-changing martial artist—well, it doesn’t need to be played, it’s just his true nature.

...

After two months.

tea house.

"Let me tell you... I was at Liangjie Mountain, and I really saw gods fighting!"

A martial artist spit all over the place: "Countless immortals, countless streamers...that bloody...scares me to death!"

"Hehe, Bao Er, don't brag, if you really see the immortal dead, why don't you run over and touch the corpse?"

A martial artist next to him laughed.

"Who wouldn't want to? But my hands are slow, the Sky-Turning Kite really touches the corpse with its lightness kung fu... and then it was pierced by a flying sword that fell from nowhere..."

Bao Er said with palpitations.

"The battle of immortals is a sign of chaos in the world..." An old martial artist sighed while smoking a pipe.

"Hehe... Who doesn't know that the Wu Kingdom suddenly invaded our Lin Kingdom, do we need to look at the signs? The world is already in chaos..."

...

Amid all the turmoil, Aaron threw down a few strings of money and got up, and quietly mixed in with the refugee group fleeing to the interior of the forest.

The vicinity of Heisawa Mansion still belongs to the junction with Wu Kingdom.

However, Wu State suddenly invaded Lin State, which brought continuous military disasters and countless refugees.

Aaron is mixed in, which is not eye-catching at all.

"Go to the most remote second-tier city in the Lin Kingdom, find any place, and let's wait for more than ten years..."

Aaron was driving a carriage, standing out from the crowd among the refugees, but this was also in line with his status as a martial artist.

While driving the carriage, he thought about his future plans.

Lin Guoxiu's idea of ​​hiding in the folk during the battle in the immortal world should be feasible.

And if you choose a small city, there will be fewer immortal cultivators, and the chaos will be much smaller.

When the limelight passes, you can come back and open the storage bag, and then find an opportunity to start practicing the 'Ming Yu Jue'!

...

Muen City.

The farther away from the border between Wu Kingdom and Lin Kingdom, the more peaceful the place will be.

Of course, things like conscription and taxation are indispensable, and there is a lot of trouble.

However, this is none of Aaron's business.

He came to the street where the Huichun Hall was originally located, and found that the old medical clinic was still there, but the person in charge had already been replaced by someone he didn't know.

"It's difficult to build a reputation for this medical center and pharmacy, but once it is established, it will be a good business that will continue to make profits for hundreds of years..."

Looking silently at the door of Huichuntang, Aaron turned and left directly. When he came to the breakfast shop of the Lin family, he found that there had already been a change of people living here.

Over a hundred years later, the Lin family has long since moved to nowhere.

"Things are different..."

Looking at this scene, Aaron couldn't help but recall the White Snake Gang in Tianma City.

This time he had a whim, and when he went over, he saw that the Bai family had been destroyed decades ago...