"Master...why are you here?"
Hearing Dugu Qingqian's voice, Li Zuiyue shuddered violently, hid the soul-fighting machine in his hand behind his back, and said with a smile.
"What are you hiding?" Dugu Qingqian glanced at him and asked.
"No...it's nothing!" Li Zuiyue felt a little guilty. Master seemed to have a lot of opinions on Junior Brother Wang Xiu during this period. This Soul Fighting Machine was created by Junior Brother Wang Xiu. If it was found out, he didn't know how angry he would get!
"Bring it here!" Dugu Qingqian stretched out her hand, her tone calm and calm.
Li Zuiyue swallowed, and finally surrendered to the master's power and handed over the things.
"Um?"
Dugu Qingqian took the Soul Fighting Machine, raised her brows slightly, and looked slightly solemn.
This palm-sized token is engraved with extremely complex mysterious lines, giving it a very extraordinary feeling.
"What is this?" Dugu Qingqian asked.
"Soul-fighting machine!" Li Zuiyue answered truthfully.
"What the hell?" Dugu Qingqian raised her eyebrows, never heard of it.
"It's...a kind of mechanical puppet newly developed by Junior Brother Wang Xiu, which can be used to sharpen Taoist techniques!" Li Zuiyue said hurriedly: "I'm not lazy, but I use this thing to sharpen my swordsmanship. The effect is very good! It's better than practicing every day. The sword is much faster..."
"absurd!"
Dugu Qingqian got angry when she heard Wang Xiu's name, not to mention what Li Zuiyue said was so outrageous, sullen expression appeared on her Leng Ao Qing's face: "How many times have I told you, Master?
In the path of spiritual practice, the most taboo thing is to aim too high and take shortcuts!
Especially for my swordsmanship, if I want to step into the ultimate realm of swordsmanship, I must be down-to-earth, firm on my sword, overcome thousands of difficulties and dangers, and go through the bone-chilling cold...
Only then can it be achieved!
Even if you achieve success for a while with the help of external forces, how far can you go? "
"Master..." Li Zuiyue was scolded all over her face, and she shrank her neck and tried to defend herself.
"You really disappoint me!"
Dugu Qingqian looked at Li Zuiyue and shook her head slowly, her eyes full of disappointment.
"But Junior Brother Wang Xiu..."
"You still dare to mention him?" Dugu Qingqian said with hatred: "I told you to have less contact with him, but you didn't listen! He is the future Holy Son, the Twelve Color Nascent Soul, even if he only practices for an hour every day, he can ponder these things If you have amazing skills and clever skills, your future achievements will be higher than yours..."
"If you follow him like this, have you ever thought about how far you can go in the future?"
Li Zuiyue was very depressed: "Why should I compete with Junior Brother Wang Xiu? We are not opponents! If we can't compete, we can't compete..."
Dugu Qingqian scolded: "Nonsense! The road is like a river, with hundreds of companies competing for the flow. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Do I need to repeat this truth?
As a sword cultivator, you should have a proud sword bone and an invincible sword heart to overcome all difficulties!
How can one achieve greatness if he is so self-willed and degenerate? "
Li Zuiyue murmured in a low voice: "Then you have been fighting with Uncle Luo all your life and you have never won once..."
As soon as these words came out, Dugu Qingqian's face froze, and black lines appeared on his forehead.
For a moment, Li Zuiyue felt that she was enveloped in a strong murderous intention, her scalp was numb and her hair stood on end.
"Ahem, Master! This soul-fighting machine is really useful. I don't dare to lie to you. Why don't you give it a try?"
Li Zuiyue was excited and quickly changed the topic.
"Hmph! I am dedicated to swordsmanship, and I will never touch such a thing with such strange and obscene skills!" Dugu Qingqian raised her head, proud and rugged, and her slender legs were as straight as swords, shining brightly in the sun.
"Well, I heard that there is a brand in this soul fighting machine, which was left by Junior Brother Wang Xiu himself..." Li Zuiyue said with her eyes rolling.
As soon as these words came out, Dugu Qingqian turned her head sharply: "Seriously?"
Li Zuiyue nodded.
Dugu Qingqian asked: "Can I fight?"
Li Zuiyue said: "Of course, as long as Master you can beat me, you can hang me up and beat me!"
really.
He believed that as long as the master puts aside his prejudices and feels the magic of this soul-fighting machine.
You will definitely experience the mystery quickly.
"You didn't tell me earlier!"
Dugu Qingqian picked up the fighting spirit machine with a fighting spirit in her eyes.
Li Zuiyue: "..."
She looked over and over for a long time, then suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, Master?" Li Zuiyue's heart skipped a beat. Did she change her mind again?
"How do you use this?" After holding it in for a long time, Dugu Qingqian asked calmly.
"..."
…
On Longshou Peak.
In the meeting hall.
Zhuo Canglang looked around and saw that among the many senior officials of the Immortal Sect present, almost all of them had a soul-fighting machine.
"Oops...just a little bit close!"
"I've been stuck on these sixty-six levels for a long time, and every time I'm just a little bit close!"
"Haha, hot chicken, I've already reached level sixty-seven!"
"..."
It was very lively here and everyone was having a great time.
You talk to me, just like a vegetable market.
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhuo Canglang cleared his throat and signaled everyone to stop.
However, people just looked up at him and then lowered their heads to continue.
"Vixen, look at the stick!"
"This demon is too cruel, rough-skinned and thick-flesh... How did your ancient demon elephant pass the 65th level?"
"The demon elephant is extremely powerful and has extremely strong defense, but it is not invulnerable. Try to break through its back door!"
"It really works!"
"..."
Zhuo Canglang: "..."
He had no choice but to cough loudly again.
Attracted everyone's attention.
"Junior brothers, please stop and talk about your feelings!" He spoke first.
After hearing this, everyone reluctantly put down the soul fighting machine.
"How should I put it? It has been at least two hundred years since I fought so heartily. It feels like I have returned to my youth!" an elder sighed.
"The Holy Son's soul-fighting machine is so wonderful. I don't have to worry about death. I can just devote myself to the battle. To be honest, if I had such a treasure when I was young, I would never stop here!"
another exclaimed, resonating with everyone.
"The most important thing is that the reward after each level is cleared, which can speed up our understanding of Taoism and create a new understanding of our own magical powers. This is the most precious, comparable to the supreme treasure medicine!"
Some people are amazed, their eyes are shining, and they have experienced that extraordinary thing.
"This is very similar to the murals of gods and demons, but it is more useful than the murals of gods and demons! It can be popularized..." Shadow Vein Chief praised.
The murals of gods and demons are ancient relics that only appear in the holy world.
Moreover, the current period of the world is uncertain, and not every batch of geniuses who enter will have such an opportunity.
Even if you have a chance to encounter the murals of gods and demons, those with poor qualifications and insufficient opportunities will still not be able to understand anything from them.
But the fighting spirit machine is different. No matter how bad it is, as long as enough time is spent in it, the improvement in strength is obvious.
Moreover, the Taoist imprint in the Soul Fighting Machine is clearly visible, and the comprehension of Taoism will be smoother.
The most important thing is that it seems that the Soul Fighting Machine can be manufactured in large quantities, which is an advantage that the God and Demon Mural cannot match.
"If all the disciples of my Immortal Sect can use the Soul Fighting Machine, in the long run, we will not need to talk about the revival of the Three Purities, but we can also surpass the past peaks and reach new heights!" A beautiful-looking female leader was very excited and plump. His chest kept rising and falling, and his face turned red.
Everyone was sincerely praising it, and they all saw the meaning of the Soul Fighting Machine.
It was enough to bring Sanqing Immortal Sect back to its peak.
"The only regret is that the strongest strength that can be exerted in this fighting spirit machine is only at the Nascent Soul stage... My cultivation level waiting in it has been suppressed, and I cannot use all methods!" A female leader said with a little disappointment. .
"I heard that all the soul-fighting machines produced by Cao Mai are like this. Only the soul-fighting machines made by the Holy Son can meet the needs of monks who have left the body and above!"
Wang Xiu has only made a few soul-fighting machines of that level in total.
It failed to become popular.
"It's already pretty good...there's no need to expect more!"
"But there is a problem. The Holy Son has set a price for such a treasure and only sells it for five hundred spirit stones. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get back the money, right?" Suddenly, someone frowned.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, thinking this was the truth.
No matter how you think about it, the cost of the Soul Fighting Machine will never be only five hundred spirit stones.
"Hahaha... This is the layout of the Holy Son!"
Hearty laughter came from outside the main hall, and the first Gongshu Wumao of Cao Mai walked over with meteors, looked around the crowd and said: "I think everyone has seen that if the Holy Son really wants to earn spiritual stones with this, even if it is sold as a top-quality spiritual weapon, There are many people who want such treasures!
But the Holy Son said that the original intention of developing this soul-fighting machine was to allow many fellow disciples to sharpen their own ways and improve their strength as soon as possible!
If the price is too high and the disciples can't afford it, what's the point? "
After a pause, Gongshu Wumao said again: "Of course, you can rest assured that after many days of research and discussion between Cao Mai and Sheng Zi, we have a mature system!
The material cost of manufacturing the Soul Fighting Machine has been reduced to a minimum.
If you sell five hundred spirit stones, you will definitely not make any profit, but you will not suffer any loss either. "
After all, the most precious thing about the Fighting Soul Machine is the crystal core chip inside it.
The material of the chip, Wang Xiu, is made from mountain rocks bearing murals of gods and demons, mixed with other materials.
Supplemented by many Taoist texts.
Others are secondary, and many substitutes can be found to minimize costs.
A total of 108 murals of gods and demons were carved on ancient stone walls hundreds of feet high. In terms of core materials, they are currently sufficient.
When they are used up, Wang Xiu estimates that he will be able to find other materials to replace them.
I heard Gongshu Wumao's explanation.
Everyone suddenly realized.
Zhuo Canglang was the first to sigh with emotion: "The Holy Son is so righteous!"
Put yourself in Wang Xiu's shoes, if they were Wang Xiu, even if they didn't set a sky-high price for the Soul Fighting Machine, they would definitely not sell it at such a low price.
This is a real mountain of gold.
It was enough to move the ancient forces at the Immortal Sect level.
"The Holy Son is so righteous, we admire him!" Everyone spoke in unison, their words full of sincerity and sincere admiration.
"However, I still have to discuss it with him later. It's okay to sell it at this price internally, but we can't do it outside in the future..." Zhuo Canglang thought in his mind.
Even if the lion didn't open his mouth, he couldn't let outsiders take it away so cheaply.
"By the way, Senior Brother Gongshu!" A leader suddenly asked: "How many levels are there in this Soul Fighting Machine?"
After hearing this question, many people became interested and pricked up their ears.
Gongshu Wumao said: "The model you have in your hands has three difficulties: [Easy], [Difficult] and [Hell], each with a hundred levels!
Only by clearing the previous difficulty level can you unlock the subsequent ones. "
"What?"
"No way?"
"A total of three hundred levels? Each level is more difficult than the last?"
Everyone was shocked. Their strength was not weak, but they were currently stuck at about dozens of levels.
I thought it was good at first, but dozens of powerful ferocious beasts were killed in front of me.
But now I know that they didn't even pass the easiest level of difficulty.
"The Holy Son has clearly divided the difficulty of each level. Where your level stops roughly means... where your combat power ranks in the same realm!"
Gongshu Wumao spoke slowly, and as he spoke, he suddenly said with deep meaning: "By the way, if you are willing, you can summon the mark left by the Holy Son himself after clearing the easy difficulty level, and compete with the Holy Son!"
"Is this happening?"
"Does that mean we can compete with the Holy Son?"
"The Holy Son is so confident. Is this because he firmly believes that he has reached the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul Realm and is not afraid of challenges from the world?"
"Haha, are you kidding me? Twelve-color Nascent Soul, don't you have this qualification?"
"Yes, this is what I, the Holy Son of Three Purities, should be like! All living beings below, and no one above..."
"In this way, I am even more motivated. I will work hard to break through the barriers and strive to get in front of the Holy Son..."
"I also want to try it, what is the difference between the twelve colored Nascent Souls!"
Everyone was excited, and their fighting spirit was surging.
Unexpectedly, he could actually beat the Holy Son?
This is so exciting!
"How old are you all together? You actually want to compete with a junior? Are you embarrassed?" Zhuo Canglang raised his eyebrows, showing displeasure.
Then he waved his sleeves lightly, turned around and left.
Everyone looked at each other speechlessly.
There was silence.
Zhuo Canglang returned to his palace in an instant.
Then he hurriedly took out a soul-fighting machine and opened it directly: "Come on, come on, boy Wang Xiu, let me see...how big the gap is between you and me!"
…
On Thunder Peak.
"What did you say? After clearing the easy difficulty level, can you fight against Wang Xiu?" Ji Yan was surprised when he heard the news.
"Yes, dad!" Ji Kunpeng nodded, handed over a fighting spirit machine and said, "How about you try it too?"
"Haha, are you kidding me? With my status, how could I think of challenging my son-in-law? What will others think of me if word spreads?"
Ji Yan said with dignity.
"Don't worry, Dad, as long as you don't tell it yourself, no one will know..." Ji Kunpeng said.
Ji Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is this true?"
Ji Kunpeng nodded: "Of course!"
"Oh, you kid, you want to sow discord between me and my good son-in-law... Get out, I won't be fooled!" Ji Yan glanced at him and insisted.
"Ouch!" Ji Kunpeng curled his lips and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Ji Yan suddenly said: "Stay the soul fighting machine! I am suddenly interested in the art of puppetry and want to study it!"
Ji Kunpeng: "..."
…
The same scene continues to play out in all branches of the Sanqing Immortal Sect.
Overnight.
Wang Xiu suddenly became the "Public Enemy of the Three Purities" again!
(End of chapter)
