?Somewhere in the cave of the Blood Refining Sect, Rong Zhengqi stood in front of an old man with red hair with a respectful look on his face.
This red-haired old man has a well-proportioned figure, wears an ordinary linen shirt, has a ruddy face, and exudes terrifying magic power fluctuations in his body. He has his eyes closed, holding a jade slip in his hand, and seems to be checking the contents of the jade slip.
Rong Zhengqi looked at the red-haired old man with awe in his eyes. This man was his master, the chief elder of the Blood Refining Sect and the chief disciple of the Great Elder Pang Laomo, Elder Qian.
A year ago, Elder Qian privately handed him a magic bead and told him that there was a hidden magic power pavilion in the central mountain range of the second secret realm. He had to do his best to steal the remaining magic beads inside. Jade slips.
With the magic bead in hand, even the Xue Mozi who also uses the magic bead can't detect the illusion activated by the secret technique of the Magic Son and Mother Skill. After all, the magic bead cannot strengthen the spiritual consciousness of the immortal cultivator and cannot see through the illusions at the Yuan Ying level. .
After experiencing the secret realm, Rong Zhengqi felt more and more unpredictable about this master. In the Chaos Valley that finally appeared, there was actually a place like the Demonic Pavilion.
Unfortunately, facing Xu Junwen, a top expert, even if he activated the magic bead, he could only barely grab a jade slip. At this time, he felt a little uneasy and worried about being scolded by his master.
After a while, Elder Qian slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of surprise still remaining in his eyes. After seeing Rong Zhengqi worried about his losses and gains, he chuckled and said:
"Zhengqi, don't blame yourself. The man from the Yin-Yang Holy Sect is a yin-yang body, and he practices the skills of the founder of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect. It's already good for you to win a jade slip."
Rong Zhengqi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Master, for your understanding."
Elder Qian said again: "Zhengqi, let me ask you, when you took this jade slip, were you discovered by other sect members."
Rong Zhengqi recalled: "At that time, the power of Junior Sister Zhan's magic bead had been exhausted, and the others had also consumed a lot. It was impossible to see through my illusion, but that person from the Yin Yang Holy Sect..."
Elder Qian waved his hand and said: "The Yin-Yang Holy Sect is the enemy of our sect. It doesn't matter even if we know it. Zhengqi, you are lucky enough to grab this jade slip, which is exactly what the master needs."
Rong Zhengqi looked ecstatic and said: "Master, in other words, the secret technique recorded on this jade slip can really be combined with the Phantom Demon Son-Mother Skill?"
Elder Qian nodded, excitement flashed deep in his pupils, and he said solemnly: "You must have seen this secret technique, and you should understand its importance to the Phantom Demon Child and Mother Skill. No one is allowed to reveal the slightest bit. .”
Rong Zhengqi said with an enthusiastic expression: "Master, don't worry, disciples know that as long as the master understands these secret techniques, our Blood Refining Sect will no longer be the only one in the Blood Demon Kung Fu!"
Elder Qian's hand flashed with magic light, put away the jade slip, and said casually:
"By the way, you entered the late stage of pill formation this time and lost your child body early. However, the magic seed bead given to you by my master was refined using a special method. There should be a lot of pure energy left in your body. As long as you use it fully By absorbing and refining it, your cultivation will be greatly improved, which will be of great help to you in understanding the power of the Nascent Soul in the future."
Rong Zhengqi said with joy on his face: "Thank you so much, Master!"
"Okay, please step back."
"Yes, Master."
After Rong Zhengqi left, a cruel look flashed in Elder Qian's eyes: "Although the remaining magic power in the magic bead can improve a lot of cultivation, if it is absorbed completely and continues to practice the phantom magic child and mother skills, it will soon go wrong. Become possessed and die.”
"This jade slip is too involved. If the contents inside are revealed, hundreds of years of planning by me, Qian Jingshan, will be wiped out."
"Zhengqi, don't blame Master for being cruel. Only dead people can keep secrets."
At this moment, Elder Qian suddenly raised his brows, flashed the spell in his hand, and a transmission note shot out from outside the cave. When he checked with his consciousness, he showed an expression that was indeed the case.
"The old guy wants to provide Xu Zihang with a lot of resources, even pure demonic water, so that he can enter the elixir formation stage within fifty years."
“Although the bottleneck of the Dark Spiritual Root cultivation Blood Demon Technique is almost non-existent, Xu Zihang has to spend fifty years from the middle stage of foundation building to the core formation stage, which consumes unimaginable resources. This old guy is really willing to do it. "
Elder Qian held the transmission talisman and his eyes flashed with strange color: "Counting the time, the First Elder is almost nine hundred years old. Whether it is him or me, these fifty years have been very tense..."
After whispering a few words, Elder Qian walked out of the cave, turned into a ray of light and shot towards a certain direction of the Blood Refining Sect.
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In the deepest part of the Blood Demon Mountains, in the cave where the demonic aura is strongest, a thin, bald middle-aged man stood quietly in the secret room.
Although this person's magic power was not revealed, the rich demonic energy around him spontaneously lingered around him, forming an aura of calm and self-power.
This man is the controller of the Blood Refining Sect, the number one demon cultivator in the Qi Kingdom, Pang Lao Mo, who is known as the Blood Demon True Lord.
At the other end of the secret room, there was a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, shrouded in a blood-colored light curtain. This old man had a crown-like face, handsome appearance, and a faint blue-black spiritual light exuding from his body.
Pang Laomo looked at this handsome white-haired old man, his eyes flashed with admiration and said:
"Nie Wufeng, you are indeed a genius. In such a short period of time, you not only transformed your skills into wind-attributed magic skills, but also reached the middle stage of elixir formation. It seems that your qualifications are more suitable for cultivating our sect's wind magic skills. .”
This white-haired old man is actually the master of the Weapon Refining Peak of the Yueyang Sect of the Wei State. He is a strong man who has entered the elixir-forming stage with his wind-attribute hidden spiritual root qualifications, Nie Wufeng.
Back then, he teamed up with Zhu Siming and used his heaven-defying supernatural powers to kill three Demon Spirit Sect monks in the pill formation stage in one fell swoop. He was so powerful that even within the Demon Spirit Sect, his legend was still circulating.
Unfortunately, they encountered Pang Lao Mo in the late Nascent Soul stage and were captured alive without any resistance.
Nie Wufeng slowly opened his eyes, looked at Pang Laomo calmly, and said slowly: "Senior Pang, this junior has done what the senior asked, can I let Junior Brother Zhu go?"
When Pang Laomo heard this, a jade bottle magic weapon appeared out of thin air in his hand. The mouth of the bottle was opened, and a blood-red eggshell floated out from inside, gradually grew in size, and landed next to him.
Inside the blood-red eggshell was a kind-faced old man with white hair. As soon as he appeared, he looked worriedly at Nie Wufeng not far away.
Pang Lao Mo said: "Nie Wufeng, Pang not only did not search for Zhu Siming's soul, but instead chose a place with abundant magic power for him to practice. He has now reached the peak of the early stage of pill formation."
"I didn't expect that for a small sect like Yueyang Sect and people with top qualifications like you, let alone you, this boy named Zhu is born with a powerful spiritual consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness is actually close to the late stage of pill formation."
Nie Wufeng saw that Zhu Siming was safe and sound, and said with a slightly relieved expression: "Senior Pang really kept his promise. I wonder when can I let Junior Brother Zhu go?"
Old Demon Pang used his magic skills to put Zhu Siming back into the jade bottle magic weapon, and sighed softly: "Originally, according to Mr. Pang's plan, as long as you reach the middle stage of elixir formation, you can let this old boy go. "
"But something has happened now, and you still need to continue practicing. If he enters the late stage of pill formation within fifty years, I will not only let him go, but I will also help him to enter the middle stage of pill formation and let him use the Yueyang Sect's weapon refining The art will be passed down.”
Nie Wufeng heard this and said with an ugly face: "Senior Pang, you don't want to let my junior brother go, just say it straight, why bother beating around the bush? Although I, Nie Wufeng, have some qualifications, in just fifty years, it is impossible for me to reach the late stage of pill formation. .”
Pang Laomo shook his head and said: "Nie Wufeng, you underestimate yourself. Your kid can cast advanced spells in the early stage of pill formation, and his understanding of the wind attribute is no less than that of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage."
"You must know that it is very difficult for a monk in the Nascent Soul stage to do it without the power of the Nascent Soul. With the pure magic power of your thick and thin hair, you can completely digest and absorb the corresponding power of the Nascent Soul."
While speaking, Pang Laomo took out a bead that exuded green light, threw it forward, passed the blood-red light barrier, and fell into Nie Wufeng's hand. He explained: "This bead of seeding is from Pang." I asked an old friend to refine it, and it contains the power of the wind attribute Nascent Soul."
"With your qualifications and the strong demonic energy here, you can completely absorb it in fifty years, enough to enter the late stage of pill formation."
Nie Wufeng looked at the cyan bead in his hand and could easily feel the terrifying wind-attribute magic power inside, and could even hear a faint whistling sound.
He frowned and said, "This quick fix method must have some flaws."
Pang Laomo said calmly: "That's natural. Although it can quickly improve its cultivation, after the energy inside is absorbed, it will be difficult to improve. Moreover, because it absorbs the power of other people's Nascent Soul, it basically has no chance of reaching the Nascent Soul stage. ”
Nie Wufeng laughed at himself: "Nie's life doesn't matter, so what's the use of thinking about the Nascent Soul stage, but how can the younger generation believe that the older generation can keep his promise."
When Pang Laomo heard this, a spiritual light flashed in front of him, and a large stone filled with blood and flashing with countless runes floated in front of him.
"Your boy possesses the Yueyang Sect's weapon refining heritage. You should know Zi Shi from the Stone of Oath."
Nie Wufeng's eyes flashed with green light, and he nodded and said: "As a senior monk, I am willing to use the sect's oath Zishi to promise that I have nothing to say, and I will definitely cultivate to the late stage of elixir formation within the stipulated time."
Then Nie Wufeng and Pang Laomo made an oath through this stone.
As long as Nie Wufeng reaches the late stage of pill formation within fifty years, then Pang Laomo will not only let Zhu Siming go to a safe place, but also help him enter the middle stage of pill formation so that the Yueyang Sect's weapon refining skills can be passed on.
A quarter of an hour later, Pang Laomo left the secret room and walked to the refining room of the cave. He looked at the many materials stored inside and murmured: "According to my speculation, this method should be feasible, but there is only one chance. Think more about it.”
Then two jade slips appeared in his hand, and his huge spiritual consciousness sank into them.
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