Chapter 280 Refining Spiritual Roots

Under the watchful eyes of Master Qingfeng.

Shen Yi quietly finished the beef, along with the one left by Chen Zhong.

The medicinal power contained in the delicacy was absorbed by the Dao Infant, and the real essence of the Demon King's flesh and blood was transformed into twelve drops of demon blood and absorbed into the sea of ​​qi.

He put down his chopsticks.

His expression had long since returned to normal.

It must be said that the news given by Wutongshan did disrupt Shen Yi's plan.

He even had the urge to return to Daqian immediately.

The importance of Daqian to Shen Yi today is self-evident, and it is equivalent to the existence of the basic plate.

Once Jiuzhou is overturned, there will be no sufficient incense and wish power to support it.

The golden body will not be able to advance an inch, and once damaged, it will be a permanent injury that cannot be recovered by other means.

It is equivalent to the lifespan of a demon for tens of thousands of years to condense a "disposable" consumable.

This is something he cannot accept.

But after calming down a little, Shen Yi felt a chill in his heart.

If he really goes back to take defensive actions.

That would make him and Daqian fall into a slow death.

I don't know when the Thousand Demon Cave will retaliate.

I don't know where they will come from.

Just like what Qingfeng Zhenren said, for demons, a revenge lasting hundreds of years is not a long time.

If I waited in Daqian for so many years, it would be difficult for me to improve my cultivation with the resources there.

What's more, even if I run at full speed, it will not be a matter of a day or a night to rush from Lizhou to Qingzhou, and it won't take long for a demon king to massacre the city.

Being played like a watchdog, running around in Daqian.

Once trapped in such a quagmire, Shen Yi will face the most serious problem.

That is, can he hold on when his realm cannot maintain a leap-forward improvement.

The White Feather Demon King, ranked 42nd in the Thousand Demon Cave, can make the Prison Dharma feel quite tricky even when he is seriously injured. At least a three-foot golden body is needed to have a chance to defeat it head-on.

With the life span of more than 20,000 years of demons in hand, it is already a very optimistic estimate that the golden body can break through to three meters.

If the Thousand Demon Cave sends a demon king who ranks among the top 40 caves, Shen Yi will be helpless.

Under the premise that a 19th cave blood-transforming demon king has fallen, the Thousand Demon Cave will not do such a stupid thing as "sending the young first and then the old" unless they are idiots.

In fact, there is no need to think too much, and it is easy to get a realistic answer.

Can't defend it...

There are not only incense and vows there, but also several friends Shen Yi knows, and disciples of the Martial Temple who are good to him.

Shen Yi took away the vast incense and vows, but he couldn't do what he promised at the beginning.

"Huh."

He slowly closed his eyes and felt Jiang Qiulan's experience again.

Clearly, he has never stopped, but still found that there is not enough time.

Jiuzhou is too big, relying on defense is a bad strategy.

If you really want to protect Daqian, you need reputation.

It is the fierce reputation that makes the Thousand Demon Cave tremble with fear, and it is the strength to destroy the whole family if anyone dares to intrude.

Just like Nie Jun and Wutong Mountain, even if the Bull Demon is killed, the Thousand Demon Cave only dares to start with their allies.

"I'm done eating, is there anything else, Master?"

Shen Yi stood up and slightly tidied his clothes.

"I just wanted to see you, and now I have seen you."

Master Qingfeng nodded and raised his hand to say goodbye.

A young man who can be admired by many Hunyuan masters is worth seeing.

The flesh and blood of the Demon King is also the treasure of my senior brother, and I borrowed a little to make a good relationship.

But that's all.

After realizing Shen Yi's talent, almost any force can't help but extend an olive branch, except Wutong Mountain.

Each of their twelve fellow disciples is the most dazzling existence in the entire Xianzong for tens of thousands of years.

In front of the brilliance of the bright moon, the twinkling stars can only be eclipsed.

"Goodbye."

Shen Yi nodded slightly and turned to walk downstairs.

The owner of Bafang Tower was waiting outside the door and quietly winked at him.

Mei Xiyao nodded and followed the black-shirted young man in front of her. When they reached the third floor, she said softly, "Senior Shen, I have been very rude to you before. Please don't take it to heart."

She smiled helplessly and said, "Even the Grandmaster of Daqian is so flustered, let alone our small restaurant."

If Nie Jun was retaliated by the demons this time, Daqian is at least an ally and is not completely unrelated.

It was their Bafang Restaurant that really suffered an unprovoked disaster.

It was just a group of cooks who suddenly offended a giant like the Thousand Demon Cave.

Who can they talk to?

Mei Xiyao sighed, "In this land, the weak rely on the strong. While enjoying protection, they also have to bear the risk of being affected. It is really normal. You don't have to worry too much about the Grandmaster."

"..."

Shen Yi did not answer, but nodded slightly.

Indeed.

Just like killing Madam Qinghua before, it was because of Nie Jun's help to restrain the Blood Demon King that he was able to stay safe until now.

It is not the case that he is a good person when he restrains the demon, and becomes a bad person when he kills the demon.

That is the real person of Wutong Mountain, not the bodyguard raised by Daqian.

It's just that there is not much time left for me.

When Shen Yi walked downstairs, he saw a large group of people surrounding A Qing.

Facing many cultivators with far better cultivation than her, the other party was still able to remain calm, asking the other party one by one what they wanted to exchange, looking orderly.

Without disturbing A Qing, Shen Yi walked straight out of the Eight Directions Restaurant.

Just found a quiet place in this valley.

He sat cross-legged, took out the jade box he exchanged from Ma Guangshan, opened the lid, and looked at the small purple stone inside.

As the saying goes, you have seen pigs run even if you have not eaten pork.

Although it was only the initial stage of Hunyuan, Shen Yi had killed several masters and carefully observed many Dao infants, so he had a certain understanding of this realm.

The Dao infant formed by the breath of heaven and earth, when it had enough foundation and was broken into a pill, was the initial stage of Hunyuan.

The difference between the middle stage and the middle stage was just one spiritual root.

No wonder Jiang Qiulan said that the path of the master was untraceable.

The difference in spiritual roots and Dao infants, the changes produced by the combination of the two are naturally a path that cannot be replicated.

Shen Yi took out the True Yang Qilin Stone, closed his eyes and rubbed it for a moment.

Soon he felt a thin layer of confinement on it.

Mobilize the breath to attack!

The next moment, the purple stone suddenly made a beast cry, and wisps of golden flames rose up. There was a strange purple light in the heart of the flame, which was the trace of being polluted by evil spirits.

The purple gold flame burned Shen Yi's palm with a sizzling sound.

With his current tempered body, and the protection of the cold jade black silk hand, he actually felt pain under the influence of a dead object.

This is the power of the top-grade spiritual root.

For the Grandmaster, the Dao Infant is the real body.

And what Shen Yi has to do now is to try to force such a dangerous thing into the Dao Infant.

Once there is any damage.

That is not something that the Peacock Red Light can make up for.