"Xian Ling, why haven't you taken out those treasures in your house?"
"No, but it's coming soon. The things over there are not worth worrying about anymore. When the war here is over, if my father refuses to recognize me, Haitao Pavilion will be the disaster of annihilation."
Nie Xianling looked attentively as she looked at the book in her hand. It was not a Taoist scripture or notes left by senior monks, but a copy of the "Golden Pill List" of the Tiandao Alliance.
This year, Tiandao League has released the list for half a year, but Nie Xianling is still fascinated by it, with a smile on her face, especially the comments on Guanyue Sanren on page 22, which makes her unable to put it down.
——Although his name is the 22nd Golden Core Ranker, he is actually the number one person in the Golden Core Realm’s martial arts cultivation list, swordsmanship ranking, magic technique ranking, and escape technique ranking.
Unparalleled in history - it is predicted that this son will be the best in the world within two hundred years.
"It doesn't sound like you are taking pleasure in others' misfortunes?"
Zhuang Wudao felt a little strange that Nie Xianling's voice was a little too plain, as if he was talking to a passer-by.
"Why do we have to take pleasure in others' misfortunes?"
Nie Xianling finally put down the "Golden Elixir List" in his hand, and his tone was still calm: "I no longer regard that person as my father. Whether he is born, old, sick or dead, whether he lives a good or bad life, it has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with me.
Why should we care?"
"It seems like you've really given up."
Zhuang Wudao was startled for a moment, and then sighed deeply, feeling envious. However, he was not as open-minded as Nie Xianling. The few people in the north were like thorns in his flesh, which he could not forget.
"Actually, there is still a little bit——"
Nie Xianling smiled, with a slightly regretful look on her face: "But I would rather resolve the Haitao Pavilion matter myself."
"Aren't they all the same?"
Zhuang Wudao shook his head. Nie Xianling was right about what he said. After this battle is over, if Feng Juewu no longer resists the Lichen Sect and collects the Nie family's treasure, he is really in danger of annihilation.
In the past, Li Chen didn't care about the Nie family's treasury. The two mountains and seven peaks had a large amount of spiritual treasures. However, these family assets have been exhausted in the past few years to support the monks in the sect to advance.
At this time, the Nie family's treasure house becomes important. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, not to mention that the Nie family's treasure house that has been accumulated for nearly ten thousand years is definitely not small. With Nie Xianling, the only direct bloodline of the Nie family, worshiping under the sect, Li Chen Sect
The collection of the Nie family's treasury is based on the principles of great justice, and no one can make irresponsible remarks.
At this time, how could the elders of the sect tolerate Nie Xianling to be so willful again? If the Pavilion Master of Haitao Pavilion tried to stop him, he would just kill him directly.
Today he asked these questions specifically, which actually reminded Nie Xianling to let go of Haitao Tower. But at this moment, it seemed that this woman did not care as much as she showed.
But Zhuang Wudao thought about himself again. If he couldn't personally kill the instigator. If he couldn't personally force Chongyangzi to fall into a desperate situation, he would not be willing to do it.
With a slight sigh, Zhuang Wudao changed his tune: "If Xian Ling can break through the Golden Core Realm within two years, I will fight for you one or two more times in front of several real people."
It has been five or six years since the battle with Fang Xiaoru of the Qiantian Sect, but Nie Xianling has not stood still. Especially after defeating the second place on the recognized talent list, Nie Xianling became more confident in himself and gained in Taoism.
The benefits are too great to be added to.
Returning to Lichen Mountain this time, Nie Xianling's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
It should not be difficult for her to form a golden elixir in two years.
"A word is settled"
Nie Xianling smiled and flicked her fingers, and the void in front of Zhuang Wudao suddenly began to fluctuate strangely.
"Then please, senior brother, explain something to me later in front of a few real people——"
Zhuang Wudao was stunned, and then he laughed: "As you wish."
With a snap of his fingers, this sword energy was clearly the Seven Kills Wuwu Sword, an attainment of the fourth heavenly realm.
With a foundation-building realm cultivation level, it is simply an exaggeration to cultivate a second-grade skill like the Seven Kills Wuwu Sword to the fourth-level heaven realm.
Even if Nie Xianling himself has a Wuwu Soul Body, this kind of physique that is most suitable for the 'Seven Kills Wuwu Sword' is a bit incredible.
However, Zhuang Wudao also saw that Nie Xianling's body could not bear the Seven Kills Sword of the Fourth Heaven Realm. The reason why it was able to be used was actually the Seven Kills Sword Fan, which was the weapon of destiny.
, to carry on his strength.
However, Nie Xianling's own attainments in this magical art are beyond doubt.
In other words, Nie Xianling can actually form elixirs anytime and anywhere now. And his accumulation of Taoism has far exceeded when he formed elixirs a few years ago.
This Wuliu Soul Body's ability to comprehend the truth of the Great Dao is indeed enviable. Fortunately, he has now mastered the 'Chongming World-viewing Eye'. This ability to perceive the way of heaven is no less than that of the Wuliang Soul Body.
Secret technique. Otherwise, I really can’t guarantee whether I will be caught up by Nie Xianling one day.
The stinging pain in his eyes had recovered, and Zhuang Wudao looked down at the Devil's Cave again. He used his bright world-viewing pupil to pierce through the heavy fog and went straight into the depths two hundred miles below.
However, just when Zhuang Wudao was trying to capture the fleeting Dao patterns, his expression suddenly changed and he looked towards the opposite side. His energy suddenly condensed.
Then he took action without hesitation, summoning the Qingyun Sword, and a sharp sword energy suddenly pierced through. A huge hole was forcibly cut out of the impenetrable cave wall on the opposite side.
Immediately afterwards, there were four more consecutive movements, and under Nie Xianling's stunned eyes, one person and one sword penetrated into the hole.
In the flying dust, the sword penetrated ten thousand feet into the stone wall before stopping to disappear. Nie Xianling was puzzled, and together with Zhuang Xiaohu, they leapt to the cave that Zhuang Wudao had forcibly dug.
When Zhizhuang Wudao stood next to him, a strong wind had already blown up, sweeping away all the gray sand and soil.
Zhuang Wudao himself looked gloomy as he looked at the exposed stone layer in front of him.
"What happened?"
As soon as Nie Xianling asked this question, she felt something was wrong. Not only Zhuang Wudao's expression was solemn, but Zhuang Xiaohu's face was also extremely pale.
Looking in the direction where the two were looking, she saw a reddish-brown thing suddenly jumping into her field of vision. Nie Xianling's pupils also shrank.
"This is——, Lingming Blood Spore?"
At this time, within the layers of earth, stone and mud, there were patches of reddish-brown, moss-like things.
Zhuang Xiaohu looked like he was about to cry, "This slave is incompetent and careless. Please punish me, Master -"
Among the people, her spiritual mind is the most extensive, and she is also responsible for detecting the changes around this devil's cave. It is indeed hard to escape the blame for the expansion of these 'spiritual blood spores' to such an extent.
Zhuang Wudao shook his head and didn't take it seriously. "Lingming blood spores are extremely tiny and difficult for monks to sense. After growing in large quantities, they can deflect and distort the spiritual consciousness of monks."
Buried deep in the ground, the furthest distance from the small building in the Devil's Cave where they lived was thousands of feet away. Zhuang Xiaohu failed to notice it, which was not unexpected, nor was it due to the woman's negligence.
Isn't the reason why those demonic cultivators arranged these things so that they can hide the spiritual thoughts of the cultivators?
"It should be from the top, spreading all the way down."
Zhuang Wudao glanced above. Chongming's world-viewing pupil could see a dense mass of red dots in the ground ahead: "It took about eight months to grow to this point."
This should be the limit to which the 'Lingming Blood Spores' have spread, and there is a normal layer of earth, stone and mud below.
"In other words, was it the Demon Sandalwood invasion, the Blood Cloud Demon Tide?"
Nie Xianling's expression was solemn, 'Lingming Blood Spore is an extremely tiny special creature that is often refined and used by demonic monks.
Either to spread toxins, or to use this object to break the formation, or - to use 'spiritual blood spores, latent spiritual thoughts, and induction detection.
"Most likely"
When Zhuang Wudao spoke, he sent out a few letters. Then, after waiting here for about half a moment, several figures arrived one after another.
The leader was Master Jiefa. Looking at the reddish-brown color of the soil in front of him, his face was as gloomy as water.
“As expected, it’s ‘Lingming Blood Spore,’”
The real person's eyes changed: "Build the plank road openly and cross Chencang secretly? You are careless. This generation of Moyan Sect leader is really good at it."
"Fortunately, we discovered it early. If we wait for half a year and wait for these spirit blood spores to spread for another thirty to forty miles, I'm afraid that the seventh-level 'Netherworld Blood Demon Sunflower' may not be able to be concealed."