Chapter 295: Tushan Demon Country

A sword flew from outside the sky of Jin Ling Mountain,

Under the eyes of everyone, killed the fire vein Foundation Establishment Zhou Lingwu!

This news came out, and the sect was terrified.

After nearly ten years, many people recalled the corpses of Blood Slaughter Hall disciples all over the ground during the Nine Heavens relic, lying horizontally and vertically on the battlefield, without any life.

And now, this terror spread from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment.

Because that one has already Foundation Established!

In an instant, Jin Ling Mountain became the focus of many disciples' eyes, climbing the path everywhere, seeking ways to join Jin Ling Mountain.

It's just a pity,

Jin Ling Mountain never recruits disciples from outside. There have been fourteen people on the mountain for so many years, and now it has become thirteen, which disappointed many disciples.

Fire vein, Fire Flame Peak.

"Little Junior Brother has Foundation Established."

"And in front of everyone, killed a Zhou-surname Foundation Establishment."

The middle-aged cultivator with a wild temperament, Zhou Sanyan, left the customs, spent some time clarifying the ins and outs of the matter, and his brows frowned slightly.

Instinctive displeasure in his heart.

Still Foundation Establishment, and intervened in the competition for Tier 3 spiritual mines.

Although there is no strict regulation, everyone knows that in the Qiyu Sect, all Tier 3 things belong to the two Jin Dan cultivators.

Suddenly there is an extra profit-sharer, no one will be happy.

As for the dead Zhou Lingwu, there is nothing.

Although it is Zhou-surname, it has long been outside the five clothes, and it is no different from a stranger.

"Dad, this one doesn't take our Zhou family in his eyes at all!"

Beside, a white-fat old man said indignantly: "My Zhou clan has made great contributions to the sect, dying for the sect, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, actually dares to kill my clan members in public."

"If not severely punished, how can we make the elders and juniors in the clan believe in the future?"

Zhou Sanyan looked at him strangely for a long time without speaking.

"What's wrong? Dad, am I wrong?"

The white-fat old man was confused.

*Slap! *

A slap came down, hitting him and rolling several times, smashing into the mud, gray-headed and face-covered, and it took a long time to climb out, aggrieved: "Father, why hit me again?"

"You, this year is one hundred and seventy..."

Zhou Sanyan said helplessly: "Why do you look at things like a twenty or thirty-year-old child? Maybe I should really let you experience more, encounter danger, die if you die."

"But I'm right!"

The white-fat old man wiped the dust off his head, aggrieved.

"I ask you."

Zhou Sanyan's forehead veins bulged, enduring his anger and asking: "For our family, what is the difference between Little Junior Brother forming a Dan and Zhou Kunlong forming a Dan?"

"Naturally, it is one of our own..."

The white-fat old man answered subconsciously, then paused, not daring to lie in front of his father, and considered it carefully.

Zhou Kunlong forming a Dan, the advantage is that he is the same surname, the same clan, and there is some friendship on weekdays.

The disadvantage is that his aptitude is relatively too poor, and his personal conduct is just like that. You can borrow his power, but relying entirely on it is also not possible. Most of it still depends on yourself.

That Little Uncle-Grandmaster, the disadvantage is that there is no friendship on weekdays, the advantage is that his aptitude is far better than Zhou Kunlong, the possibility of forming a Dan is much greater, and his personal conduct is better than Zhou Kunlong.

It is also possible to borrow power, not entirely rely on it, because of the reason of aptitude, the possibility of getting a return is greater.

"There is no difference."

The white-fat old man suddenly realized.

"Since there is no difference, why should we participate in their competition for the Nine-Aperture Golden Fruit? It is possible to get more favor from one side, but how long can this favor last?"

Zhou Sanyan hated iron for not becoming steel: "Don't always talk about our clan, our clan, you were led astray by the juniors below. If your father is gone, you are still a fart clan leader, it's not bad if others leave you leftovers."

"This leftover Little Junior Brother can also leave, and there is a great possibility that it will be more than Zhou Kunlong, this is my empirical judgment."

"It's just this Tier 3 Poison Flow Silver Mine..."

His face showed a painful expression.

After hesitating for a long time, a long sigh.

"Forget it, Little Junior Brother asked me for something for the first time, give it to him... just do the favor to the end, give him the whole Lanshan spiritual mine."

"Lanshan spiritual mine!"

The white-fat old man jumped up, a scream: "Dad, this is a spiritual mine that the sect has been mining for hundreds of years and has not yet dried up, earning at least one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones every year, and can produce Tier 3 spiritual copper every eight or nine years!"

"Are you old and confused?!"

"Rebellious son! Father is not old and confused."

Zhou Sanyan gave his head another slap, felt the pain for a while, recovered, and said solemnly: "In this situation, how long the Lanshan spiritual mine can be mined is hard to say. In addition, I have prepared the Nine-Aperture Golden Fruit and various auxiliary pills for you, you must impact the Jin Dan once before the age of two hundred."

"If it doesn't work, I only hope that Little Junior Brother can remember the old feelings and take care of you and your equally useless children and grandchildren in the future."

He sighed again.

Jin Ling Mountain.

A few days later, Jiang Ding received two letters.

One came from Fire Flame Peak. Zhou Sanyan first reprimanded him for not killing the sect's Foundation Establishment in public, and if he encountered anything, he should inform the Senior Brother, and let the Senior Brother handle it on his behalf.

Immediately after, he sent the Lanshan spiritual mine, including all ownership rights such as disciples and miners, to him.

"Senior Brother Zhou, gave me a surprise."

Jiang Ding put away the envelope, surprised.

This was beyond his expectations.

In the pre-idea, it was okay to get the mining rights of Tier 1 or 2 Poison Flow Silver Mine, and Tier 3 could be discarded if necessary.

Unexpectedly, directly gave him a big gift, a favor.

Just a favor,

Not a big favor that requires life-threatening danger.

The value of Tier 3 spiritual mines can make many Foundation Establishment cultivators fight for their lives and pay everything, but it does not include him.

This is exactly the reason why Zhou Sanyan is willing to give him a spiritual mine.

The second letter came from the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Thunder Peak, a late-stage Jin Dan cultivator.

It was also a routine reprimand for him killing Zhou Lingwu in public, then skipped it, and talked about another thing.

"... Little Junior Brother, the situation is critical, the sect decided to ally with the Tushan Demon Country in the Ten Directions Jungle, and seek help from them with the truth of lips and teeth..."

"... Such demon tribes, wearing scales and armor, their souls are chaotic, and they love to eat human hearts and livers. I also hate them deeply, but what can I do? The foundation passed down by the ancestors must not be ruined in my hands."

"... Although there is human righteousness, if the common people of the Yue Kingdom fall into the hands of the Blood Slaughter demonic thieves, they will also become blood food and living souls, zombies and ghosts. We have to take the lesser of two evils. If Little Junior Brother sees such demon disciples, especially those with noble bloodlines, please endure for a while and leave it for the future..."

"Demon tribe?"

Jiang Ding frowned.

In the miscellaneous books of the Qiyu Sect he collected, there are records that this is a kind of intelligent creature, different from the human race, mostly born from demon beasts that have opened their spirits.

Often like to eat humans.

The Immortal Sect and the Immortal Sect outside the realm also have them, but they don't have this habit and can live in peace with humans.

"Forget it, I can't do anything."

Put down the letter and close his eyes to cultivate.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 296 =====