A small casual cultivator!

Chapter 875: Ghost Tempering

The two men walked in, the Third Elder in front and Lu Luan behind.

The third elder introduced as he walked: "This place was originally a vein rich in pure Yang stones, stretching for 500 miles. After 70% of it was mined, seeing that the pure Yang power in it was very suitable for Yang God cultivation, he cast a spell to grab this vein and refine it in the temple."

After entering, the space suddenly becomes clear.

There are traces of chiseling all around, and the bare stones are sharp.

"The pure yang energy in here is so strong." Lu Luan felt it.

"This is because there is a natural spirit bred inside. It is absorbing spiritual energy from the air veins to recover."

The third elder said.

"I've met the third elder."

"Meet the Third Elder"

As soon as I came in, two old figures flew over from the air.

"No need to be polite."

The third elder nodded.

"Elder Lu."

The two of them also greeted him.

"Third Elder, who are these two elders?" Lu Luan asked.

Although he had checked the information of the elders in the sect, he did not recognize the two old men in front of him. He could see that the old man in the front was a Yang God. Judging from the aura emanating from his body, he was in the late Jindan stage. The old man behind him was older, also in the late Jindan stage, over 400 years old, and a living elder.

The third elder introduced: "This is Elder Deng Feng, who is now in charge of the Chunyang Palace. Elder Deng died in a battle with the Tianniu tribe when the sect first came to the outer domain. He did not want to reincarnate, so he has now become a Yang God. This is Elder Du Heyan."

"Elder Deng, Elder Du."

Lu Luan bowed and said that the two elders were too old and rarely showed up, so not many disciples in the sect knew them.

Of course, they naturally knew Lu Luan, the demon cultivator who had been making a lot of noise in recent years.

"Come on, I'll take you inside."

The third elder led him inside.

Soon they arrived at a jade altar with twelve stone pillars.

At this time, there was a figure sitting cross-legged on the stage, tied with twelve iron chains.

"Ghost cultivator."

Lu Luan instantly realized that this was a ghost cultivator.

But he was not surprised. To become a yang god, one must first become a yin ghost.

I saw this man with disheveled hair, clenched teeth, and trembling all over.

The third elder looked at Deng Feng beside him.

The old man understood and said to the figure on the stage: "Fellow Daoist Liu, it's time to begin."

The figure on the stage said in a hoarse voice: "Elder Deng, come on, don't hesitate."

"Okay!" The seal in Deng Feng's hand changed.

"boom!"

Then, under the gaze of the four people, a scorching bolt of lightning fell and hit the ghost directly.

"what!"

A shrill scream was heard, and the thunder directly pressed the ghost to the ground, almost splitting him into pieces and bleeding from all seven orifices.

Under the great pain, the ghost instinctively wanted to run away from this place, but the iron chains around it firmly imprisoned it, and as soon as it flew out, it was pulled back.

"boom!"

Thunder kept falling from the sky.

Terrifying screams echoed in the cave.

If you don’t know, you might think this is a place for torturing criminals. However, this place is actually no different from that kind of place. The only difference is that these ghost cultivators are here voluntarily.

“How cruel.”

Lu Luan was secretly shocked. This was pure yang thunder, which was specifically designed to restrain evil spirits. When it fell on his body, it was like a whip soaked in chili water lashing his flesh and blood.

After dozens of thunders dissipated, the ghost cultivator had been severely damaged.

He lay hunched on the ground, unconscious.

This is the price to pay for becoming the Yang God; only by undergoing the tempering of pure Yang thunder can transformation occur.

These evil spirits are actually the elders or disciples of Haoyue Sect who were unwilling to be reincarnated after their death.

"Elder Lu, control the power and give it a try with your thunder."

The third elder said to him.

Lu Luan nodded and released a black lightning that fell on the ghost cultivator.

He was measured in his attack, and the thunder was not very powerful.

However, after being struck, the ghost cultivator was not injured at all. Instead, he was absorbing his thunder power. After absorbing all of it, his ghost body became even more condensed.

"really."

The third elder smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Lu Luan also understood what his mission was here.

"Elder Lu, what do you think of this place? You just need to stay here during the day." asked the third elder.

"can."

After a little thought, Lu Luan agreed. As long as there was something to do and it could pass the time, it would be fine.

“Elder Lu, the sect’s rules are different from those of independent practitioners. You are an elder, but you don’t get paid for doing these things.” The third elder reminded.

"The sect has given me so many benefits, I should do this."

Lu Luan replied politely. He knew the sect's rules. No matter whether they were core elders or outer sect elders, they actually received no remuneration for their work in the sect.

The sect’s resources are spent on people with potential for advancement.

"But if you don't do well and make mistakes, there will be penalties. Of course, if you perform well, there will also be contribution points."

"clear."

"it is good."

The third elder turned to Du Heyan and said, "Elder Du, you are old now. You should just stay in the courtyard to recuperate and don't have to worry about the sect's affairs anymore."

"As ordered."

A relaxed look appeared on Du Heyan's face.

His job in Chunyang Palace is to help the ghost cultivators recover.

"Elder Deng, Elder Lu will work with you from now on. Next, you can take him to learn about the things in Chunyang Palace."

"As ordered."

After giving the instructions, the third elder left.

"call…"

"Finally gone."

After seeing her leave, Elders Deng and Du breathed a sigh of relief. Facing such a strong person, the psychological oppression was too strong.

"Elder Lu, how many of your heart lamps are lit?"

Deng Feng asked, very curious.

"Three." Lu Luan replied.

"Three. That's a lot."

The two were visibly surprised.

For a demon cultivator, three lamps are very powerful.

"Two elders, how is the cultivation level of the strongest Yang God in Chunyang Palace now?" Lu Luan asked.

Deng Feng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's me."

"Is there no Yuanying elder's soul coming here?"

Lu Luan frowned slightly. Is this the only strength that exists in Chunyang Palace?

"Not to mention the souls of the Yuanying elders, even the souls of the Jindan elders are very few." Deng Feng shook his head.

Lu Luan was confused at first, but then he figured it out. Although many strong men died in the battlefield outside the domain, these strong men would basically self-destruct before death. Once they self-destructed, their souls would be annihilated.

Even if it is killed before it can self-destruct, it will be difficult for its soul to escape the clutches of the monster.

Therefore, there are very few strong souls that can escape. As for those who died of old age, their souls are already very fragile and even ghost cultivation cannot do anything.

"Elder Lu, can you tell us in detail how you killed the Lord Longicorn?" The two men were very interested in Lu Luan like old naughty boys. It was a rare opportunity to have such close contact with him, so they asked more secrets.

Moreover, they cannot even withstand the breath of a monster of this level, and can only think about it in their minds. Although their cultivation is in the late Jindan period, their bodies are now withered, and it is good enough if their strength can reach the middle Jindan period.