Cui Wenzi's face was full of excitement. She took the book from Zhou Yang's hands and realized that it was filled with pill recipes for cultivation.
Chi Condensing Pill, Marrow Cleansing Pill, Spirit Concentration Pill …
Even though he could live forever in the mythical world, he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.
This was a completely new system of alchemy.
The elixir of immortality he made could make people live forever, but fundamentally speaking, after taking it, one would only become an ordinary person with a very long lifespan. There wouldn't be any extraordinary power.
After sending off the intoxicated Cui Wenzi, Zhou Yang saw the Iron-Guts Divine Marquis Zhu Dali and the Eighteen Bronze Men of the Condor Heroes bringing the nine-headed snake cypress back to the Myriad Worlds Tavern.
Zhou Yang waved his hand lightly, and the nine-headed snake cypress turned into a ray of light and landed behind Wanjie Lou.
"I won't give you the reward, but you can enter the Legend of Night world without paying 100 value points," Zhou Yang said to the Eighteen Bronze Men.
The Eighteen Bronze Men were excited. With their status, they probably couldn't enter the Legend of Night world.
But now that it was free, the Eighteen Bronze Men could get something, and it wouldn't be a wasted trip.
"Shenhou, you can go back and bring some people, just like them." Zhou Yang said. The Legend of Night world was so big. It didn't make much difference if they went one day earlier or one day later.
After Lord Tiedan Zhu Ignores and the Eighteen Bronze Men bowed, Lord Tiedan Zhu Ignores returned to the First World and gathered people. The Eighteen Bronze Men took their iron rods and charged into the Legend of Night world.
Not long after Lord Tiedan Zhu Ignores and the others left, Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult led the Ming Cult members and carefully carried the little peach tree that Zhou Yang had requested.
The little peach tree was about 30 meters tall and needed 10 people to wrap their arms around it. Each root was three to four meters long, and each branch and leaf looked like they were carved from black jade. They looked like they could drip jade juice and were full of vitality.
Furthermore, there were several bowl-sized, bright-colored, crystal-like peaches hanging on the tree. There were several hundred of them, and they looked extraordinary.
Zhou Yang gently touched it, and the small immortality peach tree instantly vanished without a trace. The small immortality peach tree stood tall and upright a few dozen meters away from the Nine-Headed Snake Cypress.
"Yang Xiao, you can take the people behind you into Legend of Night's world." Zhou Yang was in a good mood after putting the Little Immortality Peach Tree away. He pointed at the thirty people behind Yang Xiao and said, "Yang Xiao, you can take these people with you into Legend of Night's world."
"Thank you, shopkeeper," Yang Xiao and the Ming Cult members behind him said excitedly.
Watching the Ming Cult's people enter the Legend of Night world, Zhou Yang took out his mission book. He still had two troublesome missions to arrange.
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Legend of Night world.
The Sweeping Monk had always believed that even if he hadn't reached Patriarch Bodhidharma's realm of 'Buddha is me, I am Buddha', he should have long since reached that state where his heart was as calm as still water.
He had stayed alone in the Sutra Depository of Shaolin Temple for more than forty years. He didn't communicate with anyone except for the occasional peek. He just watched quietly without saying a word.
How many people could endure loneliness like that?
However, in the Myriad World Tavern, his state of mind was actually broken.
Fortunately, he recited the Buddhist scriptures and calmed himself down. He returned to his calm state of mind.
But who knew that as soon as he entered the Legend of Night world, he would encounter the Mongolian Imperial Tutor, Jinlun Fawang, and the others.
"Buddha is merciful," the Sweeping Monk murmured. He followed Abbot Xuan Ci and the others quietly in another direction.
He didn't know if they were lucky or unlucky.
They hadn't gone far when they encountered a wave of more than ten werewolves attacking them.
Seeing the membership card glowing with red light, Abbot Xuan Ci and the others naturally wouldn't let them go. Both sides started fighting.
Perhaps he was used to being the last to appear.
The Sweeping Monk watched quietly as Abbot Xuan Ci and the others fought with the werewolves.
Who knew that Jinlun Fawang, who was at the back, didn't care. Like a humanoid beast, he killed the werewolves.
How could these ordinary werewolves be compared to Jinlun Fawang, who cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the eleventh level?
More than ten werewolves, including Abbot Xuan Ci and the others, were all killed by Jinlun Fawang as if he was cutting melons and vegetables.
The Sweeping Monk just watched quietly. He didn't say a word, didn't ask, and didn't make a sound.
"The Imperial Tutor is indeed worthy of being the number one expert in Mongolia." The Mongolian Great Khan Mengke said with some excitement. More than ten werewolves were so easily wiped out.
With Jinlun Fawang's crushing strength, if he encountered werewolves, he would kill werewolves, and if he encountered vampires, he would kill vampires.
"Great Khan, you should first take out the blood from the werewolves' hearts." Another Mongolian expert, Yin Kexi, reminded him.
Yin Kexi had a high nose and deep eyes. He had curly hair and a yellow beard. He was a barbarian, but he was wearing a Han costume. He had a pearl hanging around his neck and a jade bracelet on his wrist. He looked as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know that he was a nouveau riche.
The Mongolian Great Khan Mengke quickly ordered Jinlun Fawang's second disciple, Da 'erba, to take out the crystal bottle from his backpack.
"Great Khan, the blood from these werewolves' hearts added up to more than a thousand points. With the strength of the Imperial Tutor, we can buy a cultivation technique if we encircle another group of werewolves." Nimoxing said with some excitement. With his position in Mongolia, he should be able to see a cultivation technique.
The Sweeping Monk just listened quietly. More than a thousand points?
It seemed that more than a thousand points could be used as a member's points.
And the cultivation technique he wanted to buy was only 3000 points. Just this wave of werewolves was already one-third of its value.
"That old monk over there, come over and help us dissect some werewolves." Jinlun Fawang looked at the Sweeping Monk and ordered.
He thought that Jinlun Fawang was scared silly by his matchless martial arts. But even so, he couldn't let him go.
"Ao! Ao! Ao! "
At this moment, a long and mournful howl of a wolf resounded through the sky.
"Everyone get ready, I'm afraid there are more werewolves coming." Jinlun Fawang said with some excitement. After killing another wave, the cultivation technique would be in his hands.
"Hurry up and come over." Jinlun Fawang scolded the Sweeping Monk.
The Sweeping Monk raised his head and quietly looked at the arrogant Jinlun Fawang.
"Imperial Tutor, be careful. These three werewolves are very fierce." The Mongolian Great Khan Mengke looked at the dazzling red membership card on his body and couldn't help but remind him.
These werewolves had such a strong murderous aura.
"Great Khan, don't worry. It's a big harvest. These werewolves are probably at least intermediate level. They might even have high level bloodlines. Once we kill these three werewolves, the cultivation technique will be easily in our hands." Jinlun Fawang said without a care. Although these three werewolves were fierce, there was still quite a gap between them and him.
"This old monk is already more than a hundred years old." Just as Jinlun Fawang's face was filled with excitement as he prepared to attack the werewolves again, the Sweeping Monk who was standing quietly at the side whispered softly.
"Over a hundred years old, do you want me to pity you?" Jinlun Fawang said in disdain.
"I can't wait any longer." With that, the monk stood there quietly. With a wave of his robes, the three werewolves fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices.
"Thank you old monk for your help, these werewolves are all mine." Jinlun Fawang said with a cold expression.
He also had a certain level of understanding towards the martial arts of the Central Plains. For example, the First Sun Finger could be used to project inner energy out of one's body and kill someone from hundreds of feet away.
The Shaolin Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years, Jinlun Fawang thought that this was just a martial arts technique used by the sweeping monks, but he was slightly surprised by the depth of the sweeping monk's inner energy.
However, when he thought about how the old monk was over a hundred years old, it was normal for his inner force to be so strong.
"You are the first person in this old monk's forty years of life that I have ever felt anger towards." In the next moment, the monk's turbid eyes lit up. It was as if lightning had streaked across them, sharp and threatening.
He moved!
Bang! Bang! Bang! … …..
Abbot Xuan Ci and the others only saw the sweeping monk leave behind an afterimage. Then, all the members of the Mongolian team were sent flying, blood spurting out of their mouths.
Especially Jinlun Fawang's face, there was a clear fist mark.
"Amitabha, good! Good! Abbot, take all the werewolves' blood from their hearts. "The sweeping monk quietly looked at Jinlun Fawang and the others who fell to the ground with faces full of fear.
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