The early stage of the seventh level of the mountain and sea realm!
After devouring all the blood essence and the Qinglian Fairy Sword, Wang Xuan's cultivation level has reached the early stage of the seventh level.
As his cultivation level continues to improve, the martial arts power required to advance becomes more and more terrifying!
So much martial arts blood energy essence, and the origin of the first level of the True Dharma Realm, allowed him to reach the seventh level.
However, Wang Xuan was also extremely excited.
carefree!
Nowadays, among the younger generation of Xuanwu Kingdom, who can stop him?
Wang Xuan is confident that he is now the strongest of the young generation of Xuanwu Kingdom. The young master of a rich family, the four great geniuses, and the prince of the dynasty are all worth mentioning.
With his current martial arts power, he can suppress the younger generation of Xuanwu with just one hand!
"It's fun! It's so exciting!"
Six minor martial arts breakthroughs made Wang Xuan feel like he had completed six adult rites.
In one word, cool!
Two words, refreshing!
Wang Xuan clenched his fist. At this time, his chest injury had completely recovered, and he felt the endless fighting power in his body.
Wang Xuan believed that with his current fighting strength, he could win against Ye Xingfan with one hand.
Of course, Ye Xingfan can also improve his cultivation.
"but..."
Wang Xuan Nei looked towards the sea of souls and saw a brand new cyan long sword in the Wordless Heavenly Book.
After the fusion of the Azure Lotus Immortal Sword and the Naruto Sword, it maintained the form of the Azure Lotus Immortal Sword, and its grade was still the first grade of King Level, and it did not advance to the second grade.
Although he has not advanced, Wang Xuan is satisfied.
Because, after he merged with the Qinglian Fairy Sword, he actually gained a lot of swordsmanship knowledge from the sword soul.
An absolute surprise!
He was the former owner of the Qinglian Fairy Sword, and all the swordsmanship he practiced during his lifetime was preserved in this sword soul.
"There are many kendo classics in it, as well as the senior's kendo theory, experience, and sword intent. It is undoubtedly a kendo inheritance!"
Wang Xuan admired.
The fusion of this Green Lotus Fairy Sword allowed him to obtain the swordsmanship inheritance of a senior swordsman in the Venerable Realm.
It is the dream of countless sword cultivators.
"The inheritance in this soul sword allows me to avoid hundreds of years of detours in the way of swordsmanship!"
Wang Xuan realized the power of the Qinglian Fairy Sword in the Wordless Heavenly Book.
He didn't give this sword Wuhunzhong a name, let's just call it Qinglian Fairy Sword.
During this trip to the inheritance tower, it seemed that he didn’t get much reward, and in the end he only got the blood essence of the Phoenix clan, but in fact he was very blessed!
At this moment, Wang Xuan's expression suddenly changed slightly, he felt inexplicable panic, and his soul felt a slight sting.
"Brother, don't use martial arts, let alone run your skills, it's awake." Shu Ling reminded.
Wang Xuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and kept his expression calm.
At the same time, in the endless distance, it seems as if an eye has opened, seeing through countless space and interface barriers, and seeing through the galaxies everywhere...
...
On the island, the inheritance tower opened again.
Trialists who have not yet entered the inheritance tower must enter the level again.
Guan Qing, Lu Kun and other disciples from the Valley Master's faction were together.
"Where has Senior Brother gone?"
"It should have been teleported directly to somewhere in the secret realm by the inheritance tower."
These disciples whispered, then quickly entered the inheritance tower and began their journey.
Chu Jingtian stood up and said to his junior brothers who had finished breaking into the tower, "Let's go and continue searching for the treasures in the secret area."
A group of junior disciples from Wanjian Sect followed Chu Jingtian and left.
The Buddhist disciples of Jinguang Temple and the monks of Jinguang Temple also left the island.
Nie Xiansang frowned, glanced at the inheritance tower with complicated eyes, and murmured: "The secret trial is far from over, and the real winner has not yet been determined."
"Yes, our Yanyue Sect is the strongest!"
"In this trial, the first place will be from our Yanyue Sect."
The disciples of the Yanyue Sect said excitedly.
Hua Hua Hua...
Nie Xiansang and dozens of Yanyue Sect disciples quickly left, heading towards the next place of opportunity.
Yin Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the inheritance tower in front of him, silently.
Behind him, the Taishang Elder's disciples were waiting for Yin Wuji's decision.
"Did you really teleport away? Ha, the scope of the secret realm is limited, I will catch you, Junior Brother Wang!"
Yin Wuji chuckled.
Wang Xuan surprised him and succeeded in picking the tower, but so what?
"Junior brothers, let's go. The first place in this class belongs to us." Yin Wuji turned around and said.
Junior brothers: "Yes."
Yin Wuji released a huge black boat, and everyone quickly boarded the boat and sailed towards the depths of the secret realm.
Yin Wuji stood at the bow of the boat.
"Senior Brother Wuji, Wang Xuan broke through the inheritance tower. As a disciple of Yinfeng Valley, he should take out the reward."
"Yes! His reward must be handed over and distributed reasonably by the sect."
"Without the Star Palace Token given by the sect, there would be no chance for Wang Xuan to enter this secret realm, let alone break into the tower and obtain the treasure."
Behind Yin Wuji, a group of disciples from Yinfeng Valley competed to express their opinions.
Yin Wuji nodded slightly, with an indifferent expression, and said with a gentle smile: "What junior brother said is reasonable. If I see junior brother Wang Xuan, I will order him to hand over the reward."
All the Yinfenggu disciples on the giant boat showed great joy when they heard this.
They also want to see the final reward of the inheritance tower, and also want to share the inheritance benefits. They think that the inheritance reward will be extremely impressive.
"Senior Brother Wuji is wise!"
"That is our joint reward from Yinfeng Valley, but what if Wang Xuan doesn't hand it over."
"Hmph, then it's not up to him. If someone with great inheritance can get it, he must give it to Senior Brother Wuji!"
"..."
Yin Wuji listened to the various compliments from his junior brothers with a slight smile on his face and a look of pride in his eyes.
No one can disobey him, and the rewards Wang Xuan has worked so hard for will eventually belong to him.
...
In a small valley.
There were more than a dozen male and female testers, all of whom looked horrified.
These testers, with the logos of each sect on their clothes, are clearly disciples of the four sects.
There is a spiritual tree in the valley. These four disciples were originally fighting to capture the fruits of the spiritual tree.
But at this moment, his eyes were full of horror, looking at the blood rolling above his head.
Foul-smelling blood covered the sky above this small valley, forming an inverted bowl shape, covering the entire valley.
And above the bloody water, there was a strange figure.
He has a single horn on his forehead, his eyes are blood red, and he is wearing a long bloody cloak. The aura he exudes is extremely sinister and evil.
The men and women of the four sects used defensive techniques to resist the falling blood, and the vitality all over their bodies flickered.
All the young men and women were extremely frightened.
One of the disciples of Wanjian Sect shouted: "Your Excellency, the spirit tree has been given to you, let us go quickly!"
Another young female cultivator from the Yanyue Sect gritted her teeth and said, "Do you really think one person can kill us?"
"You dare to be enemies with the four sects at the same time. The four geniuses will only let you go! This secret realm will be your burial..."
The figure on the blood river raised his hand with cold contempt, interrupting the shouts of the four disciples. The blood fell silently and howled loudly.
