On top of the dilapidated hall and endless ruins, evil energy is surging, and the energy of destruction is erupting.
Jiao Yuer knelt on the ground and surrendered.
This kind of surrender surprised him.
He thought that this noble lady would fight to the end and would rather die than surrender, but he did not expect that she would give in so easily, which seemed a bit unexpected.
But what he said later shocked him even more.
The so-called eight holy clans actually have such a status.
The status is a little embarrassing and a little ridiculous.
Lu Xuanji said: "Is it really so?"
Qi Ling said: "That's true. In Feiyu World, the undead are the real masters. As for other monks, there is only a difference between those who are qualified to be slaves and those who are not. Back then, why did my master, the Lord of Death, encounter what happened? Many powerful enemies besieged him and he fell. It was because my master was unwilling to be a slave."
"My master wanted to ascend to the fairy world, but how could that being tolerate my master's ascension? So my master finally perished and passed away!"
"Now I recognize you as my master, and I hope you will avenge my master. But looking at the situation in front of you, you have no choice... You are very dangerous, and you are not even qualified to be a slave!"
Speaking of spiritual communication, a series of magic formulas were transmitted. This is the way to refine the immortal weapon [Death Bell].
At the same time, messages were also sent one after another. There is another picture.
The battle that year was extremely tragic. Although the Lord of Death killed many powerful enemies, he was also seriously injured and died soon after. But before sitting down, he used his last mana to set up a supreme formation and began to cultivate the level of [Death Bell].
In this secret realm, the corpses of monks who died in battle, broken spiritual treasures, underground spiritual veins, etc. were all smelted into it to enhance their grade.
After a long period of time, [Death Bell] broke through its shackles and entered the realm of immortal weapons.
Deliberately leaking a breath, thereby attracting some geniuses, and choosing the owner of the immortal weapon.
Immortal weapons are very powerful, and the weapon spirits that are born are also powerful in combat, but they require mana to nourish the fairy weapons. Without mana nourishment for a long time, the spirit of the fairy weapons will fail, and most of them will fall into a deep sleep to reduce their own losses.
Unless the owner is extremely powerful, has sufficient and powerful magic power, and cultivates magic weapons, the weapon spirit can always be in a state of awakening.
For immortal weapons, it is very important to find a powerful genius to be the master.
In the early stage, he can protect his master; in the later stage, when the master is strong, he can continue to refine the immortal weapon and improve its level.
Lu Xuanji activated the magic formula, and a trace of soul merged into the immortal weapon, further integrated into the weapon spirit, and began to initially refine the magical weapon.
As time passes and refinement continues, the control over the immortal weapon is strengthening, and he gradually controls one percent of the power. This is mainly because the cultivation level is too weak. As the cultivation level increases, the control of the immortal weapons will also improve.
At this moment, he exhausted all his mana and could only activate a trace of the power of the immortal weapon.
Even if he only revives a little bit of power, he can still be invincible in the same realm, and even survive in the hands of strong Hedao masters.
If the immortal weapon is completely revived, it can even fight hundreds of moves with monks at the ninth level of transcending tribulation.
Just such a comprehensive recovery, and lack of mana support from top experts, will destroy the origin of the fairy weapon, cause damage to the fairy weapon, and cause the spirit of the weapon to be seriously injured and fall into sleep. It can be said that as long as there is no crisis moment, the immortal weapon will not fully recover. One day, Lu Xuanji's cultivation level will be strong enough to fully activate the immortal weapon and unleash its peak power.
Having a powerful immortal weapon is equivalent to having a powerful protector, as long as you don't seek death.
As long as you are not too unlucky, you can easily grow to the realm of harmony, or even the realm of transcending tribulations.
Inside the [Death Bell], there is also a scroll of scriptures called the "Death Sutra" engraved on it, which is the technique left by the Lord of Death.
Regularly observing and studying scriptures can enhance your understanding of the Tao and your own Taoist heart.
Lu Xuanji asked: "Senior, how do you call me?"
The weapon spirit said: "Master has understood the avenue of death, you can call me [Ming]."
"Ming, I know!"
Lu Xuanji said.
Ming said: "You infuse your mana into my body, and I want to see the purity of your mana!"
Lu Xuanji nodded, and suddenly a huge amount of mana was input into the [Death Bell].
When the mana is exhausted, [Death Bell] only emits a slight gleam of light.
Ming said: "Yes, the taste of your mana is very good, it is very good for the evolution of my body, and the purity of the mana is also good. Unfortunately, the cultivation level is too low, and the amount of mana is a bit low. You still need to improve your cultivation quickly. Because, this is good for you and good for me."
"I won't say much about other things. Remember to instill mana every year to warm my body. I want to enter a deep sleep to reduce losses. Unless there is something big, don't wake me up easily!"
After saying that, Ming fell silent.
"Is the fairy weapon spiritual?"
Lu Xuanji felt the weapon spirit. The weapon spirit contained huge power, like a living monk, born to be powerful.
The power of the weapon spirit is controlled by the main body.
If the main body is strong, the weapon spirit will be strong; if the main body is weak, the tool spirit will also be weak.
Many monks can continue to practice and strengthen their cultivation.
But the weapon spirit cannot improve its cultivation through practice. The process of upgrading the main body can only lead to the improvement of the weapon spirit.
Experience the Thirty-Three Heavenly Treasures. This set of magic weapons seems to be composed of thirty-three magic weapons, but in essence there is only one weapon spirit. It's just that the weapon spirit is still very weak now, and is only equivalent to a child in terms of IQ and EQ. The body of the weapon spirit is just a hazy light group that has not yet completely transformed.
But the [Death Bell] is an immortal weapon, but the spirit of the weapon directly transformed into a dark dragon.
"It's time to get out of here!"
Lu Xuanji thought.
…
At this moment, his body flashed and his clone turned into his original body again. Lu Xuanji said: "Xue'er, it's not safe here anymore. Let's leave quickly!"
Shi Xue frowned slightly and said, "Can you hold on for a few more days? Even if the rest of the overhaul gets the information, it will take three days to arrive. We still have time!"
Along the way, the two of them gained countless benefits, various treasures, and various broken magic weapon fragments, making them a fortune.
Shi Xue also had so many adventures.
Lu Xuanji said: "No, it's not safe here anymore! My intuition tells me that if we continue to stay here, we will all die. I have been able to save myself from danger every time because of my deep intuition!"
Shi Xue nodded slightly.
The two figures flashed and left here.
When the two people left here, the big bell appeared in the void and directly absorbed the relic into its main body.
This ruins is a cave opened by the Lord of Death. The cave has a huge area, rich spiritual energy, and numerous resources. It can be regarded as a supreme cultivation blessing. Before leaving, I naturally wanted to pack up everything in the secret realm of Jian.
Soon the ruins disappeared.
About a day later, the void was twisting and a huge eighth-grade hive descended here, with a conspicuous clan emblem on it, which was the battleship of the undead. Then the void twisted again, and a red hive came to suppress the world. This was the battleship of the Jade Demon Clan.
Then, one after another, hive battleships arrived.
The monks staying around evacuated one after another and became a disaster.
The eighth-grade hive is a battleship against the powerful Hedao. In Feiyu World, it represents invincibility, undefeatability, and endless destruction. Every time an eighth-grade hive battleship arrives, a terrifying war breaks out, and a powerful enemy is wiped out.
The monks present were all smart people, and they did not want to be affected by the war and die unexpectedly.
Being a bystander is very dangerous.
It was a bit aggrieved and aggrieved to die in such a way.
"Gone?"
"How could this happen? What happened?"
"The ruins of the Lord of Death have been revealed, and they are at this location."
"..."
In the hive battleship, streams of spiritual thoughts are surging and communicating with each other. There is shock and a trace of anger, and the void is distorted and collapsed.
"I want to see who is that beast who packed up the relics and took them away."
A terrifying figure came from the black hive battleship. A great master of Hedao activated the mirror. The secret of time was flowing on the mirror, and time was flowing backwards, and a picture appeared. But it was only half of the calculation, but it couldn't be continued, and the picture disappeared.
"Someone has a secret technique that conceals the secrets of heaven, and it is impossible to restore all this."
The monk sighed slightly.
"Is it them?"
"have no idea!"
The hive battleship fell silent.
The ruins of the Lord of Death are quite dangerous, but they are also great treasures. If harvested into the clan, it can improve the clan's foundation.
Only the trace is gone.
This powerful undead man set his sights on the eight saints, with a flash of suspicion.
The eight holy clans are inferior to the undead clan in terms of status, and they are essentially slave clans. It's really hard to do anything without enough reasons and excuses.
Seemingly unwilling, he continued to check.
After a day of inspection, he had no choice but to evacuate.
The eight saint clans also evacuated.
…
At this moment, millions of miles away, in a cave, Lu Xuanji was counting the harvest.
A part of the ruins has been decomposed and integrated into the thirty-three caves. The nature of the caves is improving.
If we were not worried that the ruins would affect the development of Dongtian, the integration would be faster.
Just by integrating part of it, the area of the cave sky has expanded a lot.
Click!
Click!
At this moment, Lu Xuanji felt an impulse, the energy in his body was surging, and his cultivation broke the shackles.
The huge spiritual energy is integrated into the body, and the cultivation level is rising steadily, directly entering the fourth level of refining the void.
The cultivation level continued to advance, continued to improve, and reached the fifth level of Dao Refining Void before it stopped.
After a long time, the aura on his body stopped and stabilized at the fifth level of Void Refining.
"With the immortal weapon accompanying me, Feiyu World's suppression of me has disappeared. I am no longer an extraterrestrial devil, but an authentic Feiyu World monk. At this moment, I am considered the son of luck in Feiyu World, and at worst a powerful dragon set !”
Lu Xuanji felt the energy of heaven and earth, and his expression felt a little strange.
He is a monk from the Zifu world, with the life mark of the Zifu world on his body. When he enters the Feiyu world, he will be suppressed and rejected by the origin of the world, which will cause various disasters. It can only activate the secret technique to seal most of the cultivation levels, and use the Thirty-three Heavenly Treasures to chaos the energy.
Once his peak cultivation is exposed, he will encounter calamity and die an untimely death in minutes.
But after refining the immortal weapon [Death Bell], the aura of the extraterrestrial devil on his body was completely covered by the immortal weapon, and there was nothing strange about him anymore. He was completely like a local monk in Feiyu World.
You can stimulate your cultivation at the peak moment without having to worry about being excluded or suppressed by the world.
Also, because he obtained the immortal weapon, his luck increased a lot, and he was favored by the world of Feiyu. The child of luck who was dragged behind was, at worst, a great helper.
At this moment, there was a slight noise from the cave, and Shi Xue's retreat ended.
Her face was rosy, her long golden hair was flying, her body was rising and falling slightly, exuding a hint of excitement and joy, and she said happily: "Husband, after taking the Blood God Flower this time, I purified the star blood, and the blood concentration increased by one Level. Even the ability to attain enlightenment and refine the void has been increased by one level, and there are more than two levels of probability to attain enlightenment and refine the void!"
"congratulation!"
Lu Xuanji said with a smile: "This time I have gained even more. With the help of that secret treasure, my cultivation level has been improved to the ninth level of God Transformation."
Shi Xue said: "I thought I improved quickly, but I'm still not as good as my husband. It seems that my husband is the real son of luck. Under the great catastrophe, it is extremely dangerous for many monks, but for my husband, it is soaring to the sky." Opportunity."
Lu Xuanji smiled and said: "Xiaoxue can't be careless, you still need to be cautious first."
Shi Xue said: "Husband, we are not short of resources now, so why not continue to practice hard in seclusion, digest all the resources harvested this time, and transform my strength. I will never leave seclusion until I enter the realm of virtual refining."
"That's fine!"
Lu Xuanji nodded and said: "I happen to be proficient in alchemy. I can refine some holy medicines into elixirs to enhance the potential of our bloodline!"
Thinking of this, he took out the alchemy furnace and took out many medicinal materials to start making elixirs.
Pills are mainly used to improve bloodline and cultivation level.
In the world of Zifu, which is mainly a world dominated by human race, the human race looks down upon bloodline. The king is not proud of bloodline, only the descendants of the king are proud of bloodline.
Many human monks take blood very lightly. This same trend also affects other races.
In the world of Zifu, most of the monks focus on comprehending the great road, which improves their cultivation. They constantly delete the scriptures of their predecessors, create their own scriptures, and find their own invincible path.
But in the world of Feiyu, it is a world based on blood.
Those with strong bloodlines were valued; monks with low bloodline levels were looked down upon.
Many monks focus on tapping the potential of their bloodline and converting it into cultivation. When the bloodline shackles appear, you can take elixirs, elixirs, etc. to increase your bloodline level.
Then continue to tap into the potential of the bloodline and transform the potential of the bloodline into cultivation.
After refining many elixirs, Shi Xue entered seclusion.
Lu Xuanji also entered seclusion, but only a phantom clone was left behind, while the original body disappeared.
…
In the cave, rays of light were flashing, and Jiao Yuer's face was changing. Drops of sweat fell, and her body was trembling slightly. But in an instant, the sweat soaked her body, making her body appear weak and moving. Sitting on the bed, the mana flows like water, activating the secret technique and peeling off the slave mark in the soul.
Poof!
He vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot and his face became sluggish.
But it still failed.
A look of despair flashed in Jiao Yuer's eyes, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Do I really want to become that monk's slave!"
If you are not willing to give in, of course you are not willing to give in!
In the past, she was a noblewoman of the Horned Demon Clan, with a high position and a peak in the cultivation of voids. She had a glimmer of hope of entering the realm of Hedao, but now she has become a slave of a monk. Life and death are not controlled by oneself, but by others. How can we be willing to do so?
These days, I have been constantly using secret techniques to break the slave mark.
However, it failed for the first time.
Several times, she directly dug a hole in the soul and even cut off part of the soul, but it was of no use.
That slave mark is perfectly integrated into the Yuan Shen, and is integrated with the Yuan Shen.
No examination could detect it, only she could sense it.
After continuous tossing, the slave mark was not broken, but he was seriously injured.
"useless!"
At this moment, a breath came, and the words were indifferent: "It is not difficult to break the slave seal. As long as you enter the realm of transcending tribulation, you can use the heavenly tribulation to tear the slave seal apart. Of course, If you can invite a great tribulation master to take action and pay a certain price, you can still break the slave mark!"
Jiao Yuer stood up, looking panicked, and said: "Greetings to the master..."
"Yes, to be a maid, you must have the attitude of a maid!" Lu Xuanji said with a smile: "You feel aggrieved now, but in the future, you will find how lucky you are to be my slave!"
Jiao Yuer nodded and said, "I understand!"
I sighed in my heart and planned to lie down.
In life, if you encounter something you cannot resist, then choose to lie down!
At least this way, you will suffer less.
Lu Xuanji asked: "There are some things I don't know. Can you tell me about the situation of the undead and the eight saints?"
Jiao Yuer frowned slightly, but still asked: "Before answering this question, I would like to ask, master, what race are you from?"
In the world of Feiyu, there are tens of thousands of races, large and small. A few of them maintain animal forms or have strange appearances. Most of them look similar. It is impossible to tell which race they belong to just by their appearance.
Lu Xuanji said: "Human race?"
"Human race, which race is it?"
Jiao Yu'er was slightly stunned. She couldn't think of the information about the human race for a moment. After thinking carefully, she finally thought about what the human race was: "It turns out that the master is actually a human race. In the Feiyu world, blood is respected, and according to the bloodline level, it is divided into heaven and earth Xuanhuang. The heaven-level bloodline is the highest, and the yellow-level bloodline is the lowest."
"Heaven-level bloodlines are mainly the undead, as well as the eight major saints, Gods, Gold, Giants, Stars and a few other races. But the human bloodline level is extremely low, only the middle-grade yellow level. The human bloodline level is too low. , they are not even qualified to be slaves, they are only worthy of being used as food.”
"On the master's body, I asked for a powerful bloodline breath. One breath is a hot breath, like the burning sun, and the grade is heaven level; one bloodline contains the power of time, which is also heaven level; and there is another bloodline, The grade is unknown, but it is superior to these two bloodlines."
"Master's bloodline level is so high that it is not comparable to the lowly races of the human race! Master, stop joking!"
The first reaction is disbelief.
The master cannot be a human race, and a human race cannot have such a noble bloodline.
Lu Xuanji smiled and said: "I am a human race, an eighth-level human race. As for your noble bloodline, I'm sorry... these bloodlines are all born the day after tomorrow, and are just incidental to my improvement in cultivation. I have never We do not regard blood as glory, but cultivation as glory!"
"Cultivation to immortality itself is the transformation of life. With the evolution of life, a mortal may be born with mortal body or blood. But when he reaches the peak of cultivation and stands at the pinnacle of the world of immortality, how can he still be in mortal body or still be alive? Mortal blood.”
"The bloodline in my body is all acquired. The strength of the bloodline does not lie in the bloodline itself, but in that I am strong enough!"
Jiao Yuer was speechless.
Lu Xuanji did not continue to dwell on this topic, but asked: "Yu'er, I just walked out of the mountains, and I don't know anything about the undead, the eight saints, and other races. As for you, I just need you to clear up my confusion.”
Jiao Yu'er had doubts in her heart, but she still said: "Master wants to know, so I will naturally tell you something carefully."
He began to talk about some deep secrets that outsiders could not know at all.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
