On the other side.
In an old forest in the west suburb of Jiangshi City.
There was also a fellow refining pills.
The yellow-skinned Immortal!
"Great-grandfather, didn't you say that the medicinal pill doesn't have much effect on you anymore? Why do you still have to refine pills every day?" The little weasel sat at the side and looked at his great-grandfather who was busy in front of the cauldron. He could not help but ask.
The current yellow-skinned Immortal was full of energy, and it was even harder to tell that he was a demon.
This was due to the breakthrough in his realm!
The last time he concocted a fifth-grade Violet Qi Spirit Pill, he had given one to Jiang Chen, kept one for his grandson, and used the remaining two to break through to the Xiantian realm!
Heaven did not disappoint those who worked hard. After staying at the peak stage of the Transcendent realm for nearly a hundred years, he had finally become a Connate realm expert!
This cultivation could not be said to be very high, but it was not considered low either.
For a demon like him who had ordinary talent and was unwilling to take the wrong path, it was already a great satisfaction to be able to reach the Innate Realm.
"These pills are not for great-grandfather, but to help you improve your constitution!”
The yellow-skinned Immortal said with a smile. His tone was somewhat emotional."Great-grandfather suffered the loss of having no talent or spirit root. He lived for 500 years and relied on medicinal pills to obtain his current cultivation.”
"As the saying goes, a tall building starts from the ground.”
"You must improve your physique so that your future cultivation won't be too difficult.”
The little weasel nodded and said thoughtfully,""Why must I cultivate? If I don't cultivate, I won't have to spend so much effort on these things, right?”
The yellow-skinned Immortal rolled his eyes at him and said," Silly child, this world is very dangerous. We don't want to think about harming people, but we must have the ability not to be harmed by others. Only when we become strong can we live without worries, understand?”
The little weasel seemed to understand.
At this moment, there was a sudden scream from outside.
"What happened?"
The yellow-skinned Immortal frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he walked out of the cave to take a look.
As soon as he came out, he saw the old forest in a mess.
Eighteen bronze-colored monks with Buddhist light in their palms attacked the small demons in the forest. Wherever they passed, the demons were killed.
"What are they doing?" The little weasel ran out. When it saw that its friend had died at the hands of those monks, the little weasel could not help but cry.
The yellow-skinned Immortal's expression changed, and he hurriedly covered its mouth.
However, there was still a monk who noticed the commotion.
"Oh? There's another old monster?" The corners of the monk's mouth curled up.
"Not good!"
The yellow-skinned Immortal's heart trembled. He couldn't care less about the medicinal pills in the cave dwelling. He picked up the little weasel and flew out.
"Trying to run?"
The Bronze Monk sneered. Buddhist light surged under his feet, leaving only an afterimage on the spot. He quickly chased after them.
"It's over…"
"It's over…"
The yellow-skinned Immortal kept repeating this sentence as he ran, his face filled with despair.
"Aren't the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple in the Southern Province? Why are you here?"
As an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, he knew how terrifying the eighteen bronze men were.
In Buddhism, there were Bodhisattvas with lowered eyebrows, and there were also angry Vajras.
The former was to be ferried, while the latter was to be killed.
These eighteen bronze men were the latter of Shaolin Temple.
They had either not been born for a long time, but once they were born, there would definitely be demons and ghosts, and they would die without a burial place!
However, the yellow-skinned Immortal couldn't figure out why they were here.
For hundreds of years, he had saved countless lives and stopped countless killings in the old forest so that this place would not be tainted by karma and provoke enemies.
However, he didn't expect that even so, he would still attract experts like the eighteen bronze men!
Although the yellow-skinned Daoist Master had already entered the Xiantian realm, the weakest of the eighteen bronze men was at Xiantian third stage. When the eighteen of them worked together, they could even fight against a grandmaster!
The yellow-skinned Immortal's strength was really not enough in front of them.
In a one-on-one battle, he couldn't even muster the desire to fight.
However, when the bronze man behind him got closer and closer, the yellow-skinned Immortal had no choice but to stop even though he knew that he had no chance of winning.
He stuck a fourth-grade Divine Strider Talisman on the little weasel's body.
The little weasel seemed to have sensed something and immediately said with teary eyes,""Great-grandfather, don't…"
The yellow-skinned Immortal's eyes were also filled with reluctance. He rubbed his grandson's head and comforted him with a smile,
"Don't worry."
"Didn't I tell you? Great-grandfather was very powerful. In this small piece of land, no one was his match!”
"However, there are too many of them. If you stay here, great-grandfather will be distracted and won't be able to use his strength. Therefore, you have to leave first, understand?”
" I don't want to…" The little weasel shook its head and cried incessantly.
It had already seen its great-grandfather's strength. Last time, it was even beaten up by a Taoist priest.
And these monks looked even more ferocious.
Great-grandfather definitely couldn't beat them!
"Great-grandfather, don't leave me behind. Let's run together, okay?”The little fellow's eyes were filled with tears.
The yellow-skinned Adept smiled bitterly.
How could he not want to escape? One must know that he was most afraid of death in his life.
However, the Divine Strider Talisman was only a fourth-grade talisman. It was not enough to shake off the monk behind him.
He could only turn back and block it himself to give his grandson a way out.
"Be good!"
"Great-grandfather will come back for you."
After the yellow-skinned Immortal finished speaking, he injected a stream of his holy sense into the Divine Strider Talisman.
Whoosh!
The Divine Strider Talisman shot out with the little weasel.
At that moment, the bronze monk had already arrived.
The yellow-skinned Immortal withdrew his gaze from his grandson and turned around, looking at the bronze man angrily.
"The demons of the Old Forest never kill.”
"You guys are too much!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-skinned Spiritual Master transformed into his huge main body. With a furious roar, he charged at the cold-looking bronze monk.
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