The Chenxing Sword is a fourth-grade Earth-level sword. Its blade spreads like a green gel. Once it encounters obstruction and pressure, the huge power contained in it will explode violently.
The barbarian ape's fists spurted dark red light mist, forming a thick layer. He was not afraid of the sword's edge, and the torrent of fist power hit the huge sword that was as wide as a door panel, making a loud banging sound.
The ape roared violently and punched like rain.
Ancestor Yihong's arms became more and more numb, and he could no longer bear it any longer. His magic weapons and talismans shot out one after another, and they were all knocked away in the chaotic light of his fists.
The ancestor shot back thirty feet and recited the magic formula urgently.
There was a strong wind in the valley, and the vast yellow clouds gathered in the sky, suddenly turning into countless wooden swords, slashing with the force of ten thousand swords piercing the heart.
The ape spread its arms, raised its chest and roared angrily.
"Boom~"
The body-protecting Gangmo evil spirit exploded, and the Gangfeng evil cloud spurted out.
The Great Desolate Savage Ape is a true spirit with all attributes. Ancestor Yihong's wood attacks cannot be taken advantage of.
Thousands of wooden swords were broken, and only a small amount penetrated into the thick fur layer of the ape.
The ape's eyes were blazing with anger, and its fists were even more powerful. Ancestor Yi Hong staggered several times, and his sword moves slowed down, showing a sign of defeat.
"call"
Ancestor Yihong spit out his spiritual core.
The barbarian ape jumped up high, clasped his fists in the air, and struck hard like a mountain, and the blood-red fist hit the little spirit core.
"boom...!"
The high cliffs on both sides of the valley were lifted hundreds of feet away.
The ape was covered in blood, and its fur was torn off in pieces. Ancestor Yi Hong fell far away and kicked his legs.
The barbarian ape staggered a few steps, and punched the ancestor Yihong who barely opened his eyelids.
Flesh and blood turn into mud, body and soul are destroyed!
The ape sat on the ground and gasped, then retracted into his human form.
Xue Tong didn't bother to clean the wound, put the rotten meat and magic weapons on the ground into the storage bag, and left in a hurry.
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"Kui Mulang and Lou Jingou, the rumors are true. The old thief has indeed obtained the Xu Palace Immortality Card."
"No wonder the Wood Sword Spell and the Chenxing Sword are so powerful!" Xue Tong looked through Ancestor Yihong's stored magic weapons, thinking to himself, and counting his war gains.
There is one earth-level fourth-grade magic weapon, four third-grade magic tools, 60 million spiritual stones, and nine boxes of seventh-grade elixirs.
Xue Tong sneaked back to Xiashan Garden and rested for a few days. When the broken skin and rotten flesh on his body was no longer so scary, he ordered Yan Sihai Zhuge Jing to release the news: "The ancestor of Yihong League died in Xue Yuan's hands. Xue Yuan's magical power was My body already has the power to capture the Martial Saint, but Fahai’s spiritual pressure is hidden deep and not known to outsiders.”
Yan Sihai and Zhuge Jing couldn't help but believe it when they saw Patriarch Yi Hong's famous inscriptions and magic weapons, as well as many of Yi Hong's alliance skills. The truth was revealed. Xue Tong's hidden spiritual pressure had deceived everyone.
The others had not seen any physical evidence, so they were half-convinced and did not see Yi Hongmeng refuting the rumors, so they gradually began to believe it.
The news spread quickly, and no one dared to take any chances with Xue Tong and Xiashan Lingwu Pavilion.
Xue Tong killed two enemies in a row and established his foundation.
Leng Xun quietly left Yi Hongmeng and disappeared without a trace; Jiang Lingping remained in retreat, and Shenglingzhuang Medicine Store lost its previous momentum.
Leng Xun instigated the traitor of the Grandmaster who defected to Xiashan. Because he inquired about Hou Qingdan's whereabouts and was exposed, he showed his head to others as a warning.
Only Hou Qingdan asked Xue Tong the details of Patriarch Yihong's death.
Xue Tong did not disclose the actual facts of killing the enemy, but said a pre-planned rhetoric.
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Xue Tong only kept the Chenxing Sword, sold the newly obtained magic weapon, and wanted to buy the fourth-grade tempered soil.
Huntian Ju and Barbarian God's Gloves especially need to be improved.
The gloves have been upgraded to the fourth level. They can be retracted and retracted freely. They can also be worn by the big hands of the apes. The power of the iron fist cannot be compared with bare hands!
Fourth-grade tempered soil is hard to find. Fortunately, Xue Tong was not in a hurry and collected it slowly.
He conquered the "kingdom" with his fists, and now it's time to enjoy the dividends...
Fast forward ten years.
Xiashan Pavilion has become Haodu's top spiritual shop, and the sales of resources from the Cambrian Mountains have quadrupled compared to when it was first built.
"Deputy Sect Leader Xue, Hou Sheng asks you to come back to the mountain." Chang Zhiqian said with deep thoughts after handing over the newly sent mountain spiritual objects.
"What's wrong? Something went wrong during Hou Sheng's practice?"
"Well, I failed to break through the barrier and my energy was damaged. I need to rest for a while." Chang Zhiqian sighed.
The monks' failure to clear the barrier often resulted in damage to the Fahai meridians. Hou Qingdan took a large dose of elixirs to force the barrier to pass. The consequences were serious and he needed to recuperate for 20 to 30 years until he was completely recovered before trying again.
Xiashan Wusheng Palace.
Xue Tong did not see Hou Qingdan for eight years.
Hou Qingdan looked haggard and said sadly: "The regression in cultivation is disappointing."
Xue Tong said a few words of comfort, meaning that twenty years will pass with a snap of the fingers, and the future will be long, so there is no need to be discouraged.
"There are enough elixirs, there are no strong enemies to attack, and the sect is prosperous, so why worry about failure in the mid-term?!"
Xue Tong and Hou Qingdan were very close to each other in Changsheng, but since he went to Haodu, they have only met rarely, and now they are showing their differences.
Hou Qingdan came out of seclusion and summoned more than ten sects such as Miaogao Sect, Xueyuan Sect, Yingoufang, etc., and told Xue Tong's request to purchase quenching soil again personally.
Almost the entire sect used its strength to collect the tempered soil, and the benefits of relying on the large sect were fully revealed.
Time flies like an arrow, twenty-six years pass by with a flick of the finger.
While Hou Qingdan was practicing, he used the quenching soil he collected one after another to refine Xue Tong's Barbarian God Boxing Gloves to the fourth level.
Then the palace was closed and it was closed again.
Fifteen years later, it bore fruit and he was promoted as expected. Two hundred and eighty years passed before he became a saint.
As long as the monks have sufficient resources and have not encountered big temptations, they are unwilling to take risks. Xue Tong enjoyed the peace dividend and continued to practice.
He had never enjoyed such a long period of good times.
Until forty years later, he was promoted to the Great Perfection of Heaven and Man!
Ninety years have passed since he destroyed Patriarch Yihong and established a great cause in one fell swoop.
The elixirs, animal carcasses, and tempered weapons that Xue Tong needs can all be solved with the help of spirit stones without expending any effort on his own.
During this period, the spiritual pet was upgraded, the sword array was upgraded, and with the addition of Azure Mo Yan, the Blood River Patrolling Dragon Array was upgraded to the second level and fourteen swords.
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"Xue needs to travel, so Xiashan Pavilion will be left to you." Xue Tong summoned Yan Sihai and others and said.
Yan Sihai and others have been honored for ninety years, and Zhuge Jing is already a monk in the middle stage of heaven and humanity.
Everyone obeyed and there was no objection. "The strength of the sect has increased dramatically, but the scope of influence has not expanded. It has no disputes with others and is prosperous. Don't worry, Deputy Sect Master Xue, we will take care of it properly."
Xue Tong returned to Xiashan to stay for a while and bid farewell to Hou Qingdan.
High-level monks Wu Qing and I told each other that the first priority in everything is to improve strength and practice.
"Be careful, and when the time is right, return to the sect as soon as possible." Hou Qingdan knew that Xue Tong's resources were running out, and there were not many elixirs and spiritual stones left.
"Well, I'll report back if there's any news about the Immortality Realm."
Xue Tong rode an eagle to the east, intending to go to Donglu to refine the Huntian Ju.
During the war between the two clans, millions of monks were killed, and the bones and remains of the weapons piled up like mountains. After more than a hundred years of wind and rain, most of the weapons had souls that could be used to temper the iron crabs.
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The east bank of the Smoke River.
Xue Tong was dressed in ordinary clothes, suppressed Fahai's spiritual pressure, and entered the village by the river.
The demon clan occupied 70% of the territory in Donglu and had no intention of crossing the river to the west. The villages along the river were not cleared, leaving these middle and low-level monks to fend for themselves.
"Does the Taoist want to cross the river?" asked the monk in the village.
"I'm just passing by for a stroll. The demons from the east don't come here very often."
"I haven't seen you for several years. The mountains and rivers here are poor, and the magic pills and magic weapons are not favored by demons. Why are you here?"
"Have you been to the east?" Xue Tong asked.
The monk waved his hand, "If the demon doesn't come, he will be in good luck. Who would go east to seek death?"
"How many monks are there across the river?" Xue Tong asked.
"There have been fewer and fewer of them in recent years, and it's hard to do business."
"Life is hard, why not go to Xulu?"
"I can't say I'm good or bad. I can only make a living as a ferryman. What will happen if I go to Xulu? I'll just make do with it."
Xue Tong chatted for a little while, then said goodbye and left.
In the vast wilderness, there is not a single person or monster.
After several days of trekking, we were not far from Ningyang.
Millions of people died in the Ningyang War, and the tragedy seems to be still vivid in our minds. There are large cemeteries in the northwest of the city, and there are several graves containing the bodies of tens of thousands of people.
A hundred miles away, ghosts could be felt, and Xue Tong summoned spirit beasts to accompany him.
The violent ape soul beast is the slowest to upgrade. It is only in the early stage of heavenly being. The other three are already in the middle stage of spiritual pets, especially the white tiger. It has been nourished by the ice attribute beast corpses in the Cambrian Mountains and has been upgraded twice in a row in ninety years.
"There is someone!" Xue Tong stared into the distance with his golden eyes.
The small group of monks seemed to be away from each other, spread out like a fan, and searched forward.
Where can human monks come from the demon territory?
Xue Tong suddenly appeared and wanted to know what happened.
Unexpectedly, the monks at the rear immediately took action and sent out a warning bomb.
Because they were too far apart, Xue Tong was half a step too late. The ice beads penetrated the monk's skull, and the bomb exploded in the air. The fire was enough to send an alarm hundreds of miles away.
Xue Tong captured the man in front of the team alive and left quickly.
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"Senior... have mercy on me!" The monk, the Grand Master, trembled in the middle and begged for mercy.
"Why are you in the demon clan cemetery, and why didn't your accomplices say anything to warn you?"
"A small hired demon patrols the cemetery. The demon instructs anyone to alert any outsiders immediately and kill them without mercy. The Ningyang cemetery is regarded as an important resource. The human race patrols the periphery, and high-level demon cultivators collect artifact souls inside."
"The soul of the weapon is uncertain. What if you meet it by chance?"
"The demon confiscated our magical weapons and only used spells and talismans to kill people."
There is indeed no magic weapon in the monk's pouch sleeve.
"There are many high-level demon cultivators, who is in the cemetery right now?"
"The Black-Horned King is a bull demon at the peak of heavenly realm. The high-level demon race rotates every five years. How many weapon souls can be absorbed depends entirely on luck."
"How long has King Black Horn been here? Just one person?"
"I have been here for two years and have brought ten subordinates with me. Only the Black-Horned King can absorb the soul of the weapon, and the rest of the benefits are shared equally among the subordinates. Those demon cultivators are all his confidants and supervise each other to ensure that they do not steal the soul of the weapon."
“How many people are there in the human patrol?
"Ten teams of one hundred people patrol more than 800,000 square miles."
"What's the situation in the demon clan's territory? Have the human and demon clans coexisted peacefully?" Xue Tong asked again.
"The demon clan has hired a small number of cultivators and seems to be satisfied that it no longer disturbs the northern human territory." The monk replied.
"How many demons are there in Ningyang?"
"With a fortune of five million, we employ tens of thousands of human beings."
"Black-horned King Ningyang's?"
"It is said that they came from Hedu. The Hedu Cemetery and Ningyang Cemetery were sent by higher-level demon cultivators. I don't know more information."
"Well, you were captured alive by me. There is no way you can survive if you go back."
"Senior, please spare your life! The young one can go far away."
"For the sake of your honesty, I will spare your life." Xue Tong read a few spells.
The monk's eyes were blank, and then he fell to the ground in a cold sweat and twitched.
When he gradually regained consciousness, he only remembered that he was captured by a man. He had no memory of the man's appearance and everything after that.
The monk figured out the direction and fled for his life in a hurry.
Xue Tong used divine soul skills to erase a part of his memory, which was considered merciful and would not kill innocent people indiscriminately.
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"Looks like we need to kill a bunch of demons and collect the weapon souls!"
Xue Tong knew what was going on, so he deliberately avoided the human patrols, sneaked hundreds of miles, and entered the central area of the cemetery.
