I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

Not to mention how Green Bamboo made its mark at the Shenwang Conference, Luo Hong's side had already quietly arrived at the foot of the mountain.

I saw seven or eight monks wearing brocade clothes and jade robes walking towards the mountain hand in hand, chatting happily like friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

In fact, they are indeed friends, and they have not seen each other for many years, but it is not necessarily true that they really have a good talk.

From the conversation, Luo Hong discovered that these alchemy cultivators were the heads of the nearby big families, and it was through this meeting that they got together.

Not long after, a red ray of light pierced through the mountain protection formation, circled in mid-air, and landed on the mountain road.

"Patriarchs, my family's ancestors have left customs, please follow me to Shenwang Palace."

The clothes of the visitor were very similar to those of the monks of the Sima family, but they were obviously more luxurious, with a round face and a double chin when he smiled, he was politely bowing his hands to everyone.

"Senior Sima Xiao has left the seclusion? That's great, Zuo is having some doubts about cultivation and is about to ask for advice!"

"Senior Sima has retreated for dozens of years after conceiving a baby. Presumably, he has already achieved the Nascent Soul. Let me take this opportunity to congratulate him."

"Oh, Qi doesn't have any congratulatory gifts at hand, you go first, I'll go down the mountain to prepare."

When they heard that Sima Xiao had left the customs, no matter what they thought in secret, everyone put on a look of joy at this moment, trying their best to show their flattery.

"Haha, brother Qi has a heart, my family's ancestors have held a baby ceremony before, and the congratulatory gifts from each family have also been received, how can we accept it again now.

Don't bother, hurry up and go to the Palace of Kings to discuss matters! "

Sima Qian hurriedly stopped the restless crowd and invited them again.

Seeing the group of alchemy monks fleeing into the mountain gate one by one, Luo Hong didn't stay any longer, stepped out like a leisurely stroll, and broke into the formation without a sound.

The spiritual consciousness had already locked on the location of the formation master, and Luo Hong immediately used the five elements escape technique, turning into a faint and imperceptible breeze, blowing towards the mountain.

Along the way, Luo Hong passed through many ginseng fields. Even during the ginseng king meeting, there were still many low-level monks from the Sima family busy in the fields.

During the period, Luo Hong also saw the Sima family's method of cultivating blood ginseng.

It's easy to say, those low-level monks of the Sima family have a gourd around their waists. When cultivating, they will pour a light red liquid from the gourd on the roots of blood ginseng, and then use spells to urge it to absorb.

The only thing that is really secret is the formula of the psychic liquid.

Blood ginseng, the elixir, is a substitute for refined mana-like elixir, and the difference is so great that it naturally cannot fall into Luo Hong's eyes.

After about half an hour, after Luo Hong didn't know how many buildings he had bypassed, he finally came to a building with a "Double Dragon Pavilion" plaque.

When she checked her spiritual sense, Luo Hong found that besides the guards on the bright side, there was also a very old monk in the late stage of alchemy in the building.

But his aura is weak, and he looks like he might die of old age at any time, obviously he can't be a formation master.

On the contrary, in a stone room on the second basement floor, there are three auras of foundation-building monks.

"You're watching the guardian mountain array in your own family, why are you sneaking around?"

Although Luo Hong felt that something was wrong, she was not afraid of deceit, and then passed through the outer restraint of Shuanglong Pavilion as if nothing had happened, and sneaked into the building.

"Huh? Brother, why haven't I seen him before? Did he just come back from another place?"

As soon as he entered the first floor, Luo Hong met a monk from the Sima family who was in the Qi refining period.

This frail scholar-like friar was holding a simple array disk, and was pondering while walking, when he suddenly saw a stranger, he couldn't help asking suspiciously.

Luo Hong didn't explain, but with a flash of light in his eyes, the frail scholar fell into the illusion in a dazed way.

At this moment, he has become Luo Hong's puppet, and he will forget what happened when he wakes up.

"Take me to the second basement."

Luo Hong ordered lightly.

"Shuanglong Pavilion only has an underground floor for storing materials."

The frail scholar shook his head slowly.

"Forget it, you go back to sleep."

Luo Hong waved her away.

"It's still a secret room, so don't make trouble for me."

After muttering something to herself, Luo Hong walked towards the stairs unhurriedly, but all Sima family monks who met him would go to sleep and practice after a while of confusion.

Even if the illusion failed, they didn't notice a trace of abnormality.

The hidden entrance to the second basement floor did not escape Luo Hong's consciousness, and soon he came to a dim space surrounded by cells, in which many immortal cultivators were imprisoned alone or in groups.

The auras of these immortal cultivators are not the same, most of them are in the Qi refining stage, but there are also many in the foundation building stage, and Luo Hong even sensed the aura of a monk in the early stage of alchemy.

Well, the family dungeon has been repaired to the center of the big formation, is this a dual-purpose one?

Luo Hong didn't want to deal with the enmity between the Xiuxian family, because no one was clean.

The party that is weak and oppressed now may be the one that oppressed others hundreds of years ago.

Quickly passing through the dark corridor, Luo Hong came to the stone room where the three foundation building breaths were located.

Just as he was about to pass through the stone wall and cast illusions on those three people, the entire second basement floor suddenly lit up.

All the countless Sanskrit symbols on the slate floor lit up, lighting up the second basement floor brightly, and the sound of Buddha echoed in the corridor.

The immortal cultivators in those cells obviously didn't know what happened, and they all looked around in a daze.

"This aura is flowing, it's not good!"

Luo Hong could tell something was wrong at a glance, but he didn't know the formation, and he had no motive to save people, so he just watched quietly at the moment.

After ten breaths, the Buddha's voice echoed in the second basement floor could be clearly heard, and Luo Hong knew that he had the supernatural power to induce qi and blood.

But the power is very weak, even the monks in the Qi refining period will only feel a little uncomfortable as long as they keep their minds tight.

But this is not the case, the immortal cultivators in those cells are counted one by one, no matter what their cultivation level is, their faces are flushed at this moment, and the blood in their bodies is rushing wildly.

As the Buddha's voice became louder, the qi and blood in their bodies became more violent, making them, regardless of men and women, turn into a hideous appearance with swollen blood vessels, and the screams were even more imperceptible.

And when the first explosion sounded, immortal cultivators continued to explode and die, one after another like setting off firecrackers.

What's more strange is that the blood mist that exploded did not dissipate. Although the remaining bones were blown apart, only the skull was suspended in the blood mist.

Seeing this, Luo Hong could not help squinting his eyes slightly, and was slightly angry. At this moment, he realized that the Sima family was using living people to refine magic weapons, and they were refining them in batches.

"It's really ruthless! It seems that this is not as simple as a family grudge!"