Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1968 The Lord of Burial Valley, the Code to Wealth

"Are you really just a rogue cultivator?"

The Saintly cultivator's eyes suddenly lit up, and he could no longer hide his smile. His whole body trembled slightly with extreme excitement.

A Saint Emperor Realm cultivator who possesses immense treasures yet has no background—this is simply a windfall bestowed upon him by the heavens!

It was destined to be his destiny!

Seeing this, Mo Fan feigned surprise, shrank back, and patted the large white dog beneath him, signaling it to move aside and create some distance. His voice carried a hint of timidity: "Senior... you're looking at me like that, I... I'm a little scared..."

Seeing his timid and cowardly appearance, the Saint Venerable cultivator completely lowered his guard, his greed no longer concealed, and he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha... Spendthrift! What a perfect spendthrift!"

"Senior... what... what are you going to do?!"

Mo Fan's face was full of terror, his voice was trembling with sobs, and he looked completely helpless.

"Kid, don't blame me! Blame your bad luck for taking what you shouldn't have!"

The Saintly Venerable cultivator's face was contorted with rage. With a savage laugh, he casually waved his hand, and a power of law condensed to its extreme coalesced into an ancient seal. Carrying a world-destroying force, it slammed down on Mo Fan's head, shouting, "Die!"

hum-

The moment the Great Seal of Law touched the precious light surrounding Mo Fan, it was instantly blocked by the purple-gold furnace floating above his head.

The treasure furnace shone brightly, and the Dao patterns on its body flowed, forcefully blocking the terrifying impact without even causing a ripple.

"What!?"

The Saintly cultivator's pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with disbelief.

Before he could react, an incredibly terrifying soul law, carrying a devouring intent, surged into his sea of ​​consciousness like a tidal wave.

He was terrified and hurriedly mobilized all his mental energy to resist, but his mental energy was as fragile as paper in the face of that domineering and incomparable soul law.

In the blink of an eye, the Saint Venerable cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness was completely breached, his eyes instantly lost all light, and his body froze in mid-air.

Supernatural powers, acting as accomplices to evil!

A golden tiger stripe appeared between Mo Fan's brows. As the stripe flowed, a jet-black soul-binding chain shot out, piercing the Saint Venerable cultivator's body with the precision of a venomous snake.

The next moment, a phantom primordial spirit was forcibly pulled out by the divine chains, accompanied by a shrill wail, and dragged straight into Mo Fan's ghost space.

Finally, Mo Fan raised his hand and flicked the Xuanhuang gourd in his hand. The gourd mouth instantly burst out with a powerful suction force, sucking the corpse that had lost its primordial spirit into it. In just a moment, it turned into a pool of pure primordial liquid.

Mo Fan performed this series of movements with effortless grace, his every gesture precise and skillful, so much so that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Mo Fan's spirits lifted. He discovered that the primordial spirits of the thirty-nine Saint Venerable Realm cultivators he had previously taken into his Changgui Space had all been transformed into Changgui.

With a thought, dozens of wisps of ghostly mist immediately flew out from the golden tiger stripe between his eyebrows.

After these ghostly mists drifted out, they all coalesced into form, then knelt down before Mo Fan, respectfully bowing and saying, "Greetings, Master!"

No need for formalities.

Mo Fan casually waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the group of ghosts. He discovered that most of them were at the early to mid-stages of Saint Venerable cultivation, with only two at the late stage. On the contrary, there were as many as five ghosts at the peak of Saint Venerable cultivation.

This surprised Mo Fan, but he remained outwardly calm. He glanced at the ghosts and said indifferently, "I know that even if you have become ghosts, some of you must be unwilling. But you should also feel that the reason you are still able to exist is because of my divine power."

So you should feel fortunate that you haven't truly been annihilated.

"As long as you serve me well, you will eventually be able to escape my control and regain your freedom; it's not just wishful thinking."

Upon hearing Mo Fan's words, the eyes of all the cougars lit up, and they all respectfully replied, "Master, rest assured, as cougars now, we will be loyal to you and would never dare to have the slightest thought of betrayal!"

Mo Fan chuckled upon hearing this. He knew, of course, that these guys wouldn't dare to harbor any rebellious thoughts, because under the control of his accomplices, they were absolutely loyal to him.

"You five, tell me your origins."

Mo Fan turned his gaze to the five peak Saint Venerable cougars.

“Reporting to the master, I am Yan Feng, the master of the Burial Valley in Qingwu Continent, and my cultivation is at the lower level of the peak of Saint Venerable!” A gloomy-looking old man in black robes spoke in a deep voice.

"He's actually the Lord of Burial Valley?"

However, Yan Feng's words caused the group of ghosts to look on with surprise.

"What's so special about this Burial Valley? You all seem to have heard of it?" Mo Fan asked with some curiosity.

“Master, Burial Valley is an assassin organization with a great reputation in Qingwu Continent. As long as you pay a generous reward, you can hire Burial Valley cultivators to assassinate your enemies.”

It is said that they will not refuse any order from anyone below the Great Sage Realm.

A cultivator at the peak of the Saint Venerable realm spoke up to explain. He was an old man in plain robes with messy white hair and a very noticeable bulbous nose. He was short, thin, and had a very ordinary appearance, the kind of person who would not stand out in a crowd.

"It's actually an assassin organization?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan's eyes lit up, and he immediately looked at Yan Feng and asked, "So, your Burial Valley must be quite wealthy?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Feng immediately smiled wryly and then respectfully said, "Reporting to Master, there should still be 1 billion yuan crystals and 1,000 pieces of immortal source in my Burial Valley Treasury. As for other resources, there aren't many."

"very good!"

"As expected of an assassin organization, they are indeed wealthy!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan was immediately overjoyed. He then coughed twice and said earnestly to Yan Feng, "However, now that you have followed me, it may not be safe to leave that treasure vault in the Burial Valley. Don't you agree?"

Yan Feng's face twitched, and he immediately smiled bitterly, "Master is absolutely right. After we leave this Void Ruins, I will take you to the Burial Valley and present the treasure vault to you."

"very good!"

Mo Fan smiled and nodded, then said righteously, "I do not covet your Burial Valley treasure vault, but it is too dangerous for that treasure vault to remain in Burial Valley. Since you are my servant, I naturally have to share your burden and safeguard the treasure vault for your Burial Valley!"

"Thank you, Master, for thinking of my burial valley!"

Yan Feng bowed again with a bitter expression, feeling extremely frustrated.

This scene also caused the other ghosts to exchange bewildered glances, their hearts trembling.

"Very good, you did well. I will remember you. If you perform well in the future, I will naturally give you priority in returning your freedom!"

Mo Fan nodded with a smile, immediately offering a "sweet date," which made Yan Feng's expression much better.

"You should all learn from Fellow Daoist Yan Feng. Those who behave well will have a chance to regain their freedom in the future!"

Mo Fan didn't forget to give pointers to the other cultivators, but he was secretly overjoyed.

He seemed to have discovered a whole new code to wealth!