Chapter 621: 結丹

as they watched the body burn to ash. A twitch played at the corners of their mouths involuntarily."Another guy, already dealt with by the Daoist priest"A man surnamed Yin tentatively asked.The vagr..."Junior Brother Tong, you summon your natal insect gu and form a battle formation with me. We must give it our all and never hold back. This demon spirit is extremely intelligent and cunning. If things don't go its way, it will definitely eat the spirit fruit and escape before it fully matures. The other disciples follow behind and observe from afar. Once we've killed the great demon, you can deal with the rest of the lesser demons. All the medicinal herbs and spiritual materials that are harvested belong to you..."

More than thirty cultivators stood on the mountaintop.

Among them, there are six foundation-building cultivators, and the rest are all Qi refining cultivators.

All the Qi Refining cultivators wore robes of a similar style, with strange patterns woven on their backs to form the character 'worm'.

If Qin Sang were here, he would find that Yuan Hu who hunted the Blood Winged Ghost Bees with him that day was among them.

The speaker was a wizened old man, with snow-white hair and kindly eyes. He held a black wooden staff in his hand, its surface etched with strange patterns using blue bug blood.

The old man was lecturing when a sudden clap of thunder interrupted him.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they all flew up into the air, looking out towards the deep mountains.

To the southwest, a mountain peak was seen. At some point unknown, large masses of dark clouds had gathered at its summit. Within the clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, with bolts of electricity streaking across the sky.

After that clap of thunder, a continuous rumble of thunder began. The dark clouds grew thicker and heavier, while silver lightning danced wildly.

Strangely, these dark clouds and lightning only covered that mountain peak and a radius of less than ten feet. Everywhere else was clear, with not a single cloud in sight, and there was no sign of rain or thunder at all.

That region seemed to have met its doom. Fearsome lightning bolts danced close to the mountain peak, as if ready to destroy it at any moment.

The thunder was deafening, shaking all beings.

A terrified roar echoed around the mountain, causing all creatures, both mundane and demonic, to flee in terror. Neither beast nor monster dared linger nearby, scattering into the distance.

As the clouds gathered thicker and darker, a black mass against the sky, the wind howled fiercely, yet the heavy rain did not come.

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Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Wuchong Sect looked at each other in astonishment. Although they had never seen it with their own eyes, they had seen a similar vision described in their sect's ancient texts.

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Especially that wizened old man, his face as dark as water.

'Boom!'

Suddenly, a muffled boom echoed. The spiritual energy surrounding the mountain peak seemed to be stirred by something, frantically converging towards the cloud below, leaving it empty.

Below the dark clouds, almost becoming tangible, one could faintly see the outline of a funnel.

Seeing this scene, everyone had no doubt that someone was really there cultivating the Golden Core!

"Senior Brother, I remember that mountain was the nest of the black-winged eagle. Could it be…"

That disciple of Tong flew to the side of the elderly man with clear eyes, his voice trembling slightly.

If demonic beasts come together to form a demon pill, the entire Bear Mountain region, including their Five Insects Gate, would be powerless to resist. Unless they planned to cower within their sect and never leave.

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If it is a demon that loves to kill, the entire Bear Mountain region will be devastated.

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The wizened old man clearly thought of this as well. His hand gripping the walking stick was contorted with bulging veins, and he said in a deep voice, "It shouldn't be that monster. This old man saw it three years ago, only at the mid-stage of the demon pill. Its potential had almost reached its limit. Even if it swallowed some heaven-defying treasures, the Garuda wouldn't be able to cross from the late stage of the demon spirit period to directly form a pill in just three years. Moreover, the formation of a demon beast's pill seems to differ somewhat from that of cultivators…"

"Senior Brother, you suspect..."

The venerable old man nodded, his expression grave.

He was already suspecting that it was a passing or uncultured cultivator who had seized the opportunity to occupy the cave dwelling of the Black Winged Vulture and there cultivated his Golden Core.

A mighty dragon crossing the river is not a good thing for their Five Worms Gate.

The visions in the distance were still continuing, and the sharp-eyed old man made a decision. "Tong, younger brother, you immediately lead people back to the sect and activate the mountain protection formation. No one is allowed into the mountains without my command!" As for those big villages, we can't take care of them for now.

The younger brother's face paled, "Senior Brother, aren't you going back"

The elderly man shook his head. "I can't leave. We've made such a commotion here, it won't escape that person's eyes. Leaving now would invite hatred. If that person is just passing through, we should send them off respectfully. But if they intend to stay, the Wuchongmen will eventually have to face them. It's better to find out their purpose beforehand. If I am killed, my junior brother Tong will take charge of the sect and immediately send a message for help."

The young disciples of the Tong school looked alarmed. "Brother, go back!" one said urgently. "I'll stay…"

"You're not heavy enough!"

The wizened elder spoke in a deep voice, "Rest assured, I have everything under control. The entire Western Borderland is very barren, and our Beishan Mountain is no exception. A high-cultivation Dragon who has reached the Core Formation stage like Long Yu would soar through the heavens. Why would he be confined to this tiny place He's most likely passing through. The arrangements I made earlier were just in case."

As they spoke, the distant thunder gradually subsided, and the dark clouds dispersed.

The energy funnel is becoming increasingly obvious.

Around the funnel, colorful auroras began to flicker, causing the clouds above the mountain peaks to surge with hues of red and gold, hanging across the horizon, a breathtaking sight.

“No! Yunxia is appearing, the sun will soon be formed, you all must leave quickly!”

The wizened old man urged his disciple to leave, tidied his appearance, and flew towards the direction of the anomaly, catching the wind.

By the time he arrived nearby, the entire mountain peak was already enveloped in a glow of dawn.

After a while, the glow of the sunset faded away, and the surrounding spiritual energy gradually calmed down, returning to normal.

The wizened old man stood there for a moment, seeing no movement from the mountain cave. After some contemplation, he flew straight up to the peak.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached the entrance of the cave dwelling, a black shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.

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"Hissss..."

The wizened old man was startled by the fierce and ferocious appearance of the flying celestial yaksha. He inhaled sharply, feeling the powerful aura emanating from it, filled with awe and terror.

“Not only did he successfully form his golden pill, but he also possessed a corpse puppet that had transformed into a flying night demon...”

The frail old man sighed inwardly, envying the people in the cave to his utmost.

I wonder what his natal worm's type is. Since he can successfully form the elixir, it means that his natal worm has most likely completed its metamorphosis as well.

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After forming his golden core, this person could immediately laugh in the face of those at the same level. It is even possible that he could challenge someone of a higher level.

Such a person, even in the great sects of the Western Regions that have been passed down through generations, is extremely rare. He might even be a powerful disciple, and he was even unable to feel jealousy.

However, seeing this, the elderly man felt relieved instead.

The other party's background is mysterious, with a great lineage. They definitely wouldn't look down on Xiong Shan's resources.

A venerable old man, separated by the flying night demon, saluted the cave dwelling from afar. With a light cough, he said: "Cui Xuanzi, the master of the Five Elements Gate, greets his predecessors."

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'Bang!'

The stone before the cave dwelling suddenly burst.

Cuixuanzi's pupils contracted, and she saw an extraordinarily young man walking out of the darkness.

The sunlight bathed him, making him look radiant.

A young man smiled and said to him, "Are you the head of the Five Insects Gate I was passing by here and sensed the aura of pill formation. So I came to find a place to form pills. Luckily, I succeeded in forming a pill, but I didn't expect to disturb you."as a huge test of Qin Sang's control. Fortunately, his cultivation level wasn't low, and everything went smoothly.The last rune fell into the blood.With a sound of 'pah,' blood burst forth like blood...