C12 The Immortal Ancestor Has a Dry Son?

Of course, it wasn't impossible for them to directly train late stage Transcendency Stage s. They needed to save some time. However, when the day of his tribulation finally arrived, he would most likely die without a doubt. All of them would be laid to rest.

There were many limitations even for immortals. They could enhance others' cultivation, but they could only transform and strengthen a little. Furthermore, successfully transcending tribulation did not only involve one's cultivation and talent.

One's own strength was the real strength. Strength was in one's own hands. The other's strength could at most be considered as a gift, nothing more.

Therefore, Xuanyang had to find a suitable candidate before the Innate realm to cultivate him. He had to cultivate his Innate realm and step into the Door of Immortality from the Innate realm to build his foundation. Otherwise, if he were to cultivate from the advanced realm, he would be considered a low level immortal after flying up to the Innate realm.

As long as he cultivated it himself, even if it was a pig Xuanyang, he was confident that he would be able to make it into the Immortal stage.

After a few thousand years, he would be killed by the immortal that he personally nurtured. Just thinking about it made him excited.

He'll definitely die like this, Xuanyang thought. From the time Xuanyang read fantasy novels in the library, he felt that there was something in common. Which main character didn't have golden fingers? There were all sorts of heaven defying artifacts, dilapidated souls, mysterious clans, and Nine Revolving Immortal Pills.

He knew how to refine the perfect pill, or at most, steal the weapon. As for the money, that was easier said than done, as the bank could easily afford to spend hundreds of millions of cultivation dollars on it. As for the safety of the people to be groomed, that was to say, who could be killed by that immortal ancestor Xuanyang?

Let's do it this way. From now on, the more Immortals that can kill us, the better.

He swept a glance at Daoist Thousand Illusionary. I'll treat you like a little mouse. Xuanyang looked down at Thousand Illusion. He said without hurry, "I lost one of your arms, do you really want to kill me?"

"I don't want to think about it at all, it's all my fault. I'm the one who disturbed your cultivation, my arm should be cut off." The melodious croak of breaking. "

Thousand Illusion smiled, his head swaying like a rattle. Did Xuanyang think that his IQ was the same as a three year old child? Even if he was angry, would he dare to say that? Even if his teeth were broken, he could only grit his teeth and grit his teeth.

This was strength. The strong were respected. Even if it was a cultivation society ruled by the rule of law, even cultivators had to abide by the law. However, the strong were still the strong. When your cultivation is peerless in this world, you can look down on everything.

This was the law of survival.

"I'll ask you again, do you want to kill me or not?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to at all. I haven't even given you enough time, how could I possibly kill you?"

Xuanyang asked again, but only got the same answer. Xuanyang pretended to be disappointed: "Originally, I had a cultivation technique that I could cultivate to Mahayana Stage in my mind to give to you, but if you don't accept it, then there's no other way."

"Is there any reason why one shouldn't be immune to the magic bestowed by the Patriarch?"

Hearing that Xuanyang wanted to give him a cultivation technique, Thousand Illusion Daoist's eyes widened. There was actually such a good thing? He turned over and knelt on the ground, using his only arm to support himself. Then, he continuously kowtowed.

"Thank you for the magic, Patriarch."

"I can give you the cultivation technique, but do you want to tell the truth and not kill me? "Follow your inner thoughts and speak out boldly."

When Xuanyang said this, there was actually a bit of anticipation in his eyes. He was looking forward to the Thousand Illusion Daoist saying that he wanted to kill him.

The long road is long, only for me.

No one dared to mess with Xuanyang before he ascended, and even more so after he ascended to the Immortal Realm. Other than Xuanyang, who had nothing better to do, Xuanyang spent the rest of his time enduring loneliness and boredom.

While no one in this world knew Xuanyang, Xuanyang was prepared to provoke a few more enemies. It would be best if the whole world was his enemy. Although he couldn't beat her, he wasn't alone anymore.

Although the ants couldn't bite the elephants, the elephants were also quite annoying, and Xuanyang needed this kind of trouble.

And sometimes the enemy knows you better than your loved ones.

For example, Xuanyang, the demon clan expert who had died for hundreds of millions of years was still remembered by Xuanyang. Saying it out loud was also a kind of sarcasm.

"I... This … You want to kill … No …. No, he didn't want to kill him. "Also, want to kill..."

After hearing Xuanyang's words, the Thousand Illusion Daoist became hesitant. He wanted the cultivation technique, but he didn't dare to offend Xuanyang. At least, he didn't dare to offend Xuanyang on the surface.

This caused Thousand Illusion Daoist's heart to be tangled. He wanted to cultivate but didn't dare to offend Xuanyang. Seeing Thousand Illusion Daoist struggling, Xuanyang realized how big of a problem he had given him. His cultivation was right here, although Xuanyang's cultivation was much more terrifying than what Thousand Illusion Daoist imagined, even his Mahayana Stage was something that he couldn't afford to provoke.

Xuanyang continued: "Just say what you want to do, and I'll let you live."

Since Xuanyang had already said so, Daoist Thousand-Huan clenched his teeth and fought to the bitter end. He came out and got a big scar on his head. At most, he would become a true expert in three hundred years. Daoist Qian Huan's heart was no longer tangled. He shouted at Xuanyang, "I want to kill you."

This was the first time that Thousand Illusion Daoist displayed the aura of someone in the Spirit Transformation realm.

It felt great, but after calling out Daoist Thousand Illusion, he felt a sense of regret. He was cursing in his heart: If you say it out, say it out loud. If this old fogey goes back on his word, wouldn't I lose my life here?

Looking at Xuanyang walking towards him step by step, Daoist Qian Huan swallowed his saliva. It took me hundreds of years of hard work just to reach the Spirit Severing Stage.

Xuanyang stretched out a finger and slowly approached the Thousand Illusion Daoist's head. In his eyes, this finger was like an unstoppable sharp sword that was about to kill him. Thousand Illusion closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate.

So this is death. Other than being a little dazed, is there anything else?

Ai, that's not right, why did a cultivation technique appear in my mind? The "Black Formula" was actually a heaven rank cultivation technique! He could cultivate until Mahayana Stage? Holy sh * t! Look at this dazzling light, look at this high-end, grandiose name, ah! How could I, Daoist Thousand Illusion, possess such a complete cultivation technique?

If it was said that he was full of resentment towards Xuanyang, then now, the Thousand Illusion Daoist's heart was filled with gratitude. Looking at Xuanyang who was about to reach the old door, the Thousand Illusion Daoist felt gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

After respectfully kowtowing three times, Daoist Thousand-Huan's eyes were filled with tears. He did not say anything else, as he was unable to express his gratitude.

With such powerful strength and the fact that he was cultivating in such a desolate place, he probably had no descendants.

Daoist Qian Huan's heart started to become lively. She kowtowed three times to Xuanyang and said respectfully:

"Thank you. You will be my godfather from now on. I, Thousand Illusion Daoist, will be the sole ruler of you."

Just like that, our Immortal Ancestor Xuanyang had a foster son.