Chapter 88 The Top Spiritual Power in the Realm of Cultivation
Chapter 88 The top spiritual power in the world of cultivation
Author: Yi Mo Jian
This explanation is very reasonable.
The master left the first-grade sect with a lot of good things, and there were indeed expensive treasures that he didn't know about.
Yang Xuezhu blinked and looked back and forth between the two of them.
She asked Yu Junhao, "Don't you know there is such a magic weapon at all?"
Yu Junhao turned away.
Yang Xuezhu covered his mouth and snickered.
"It seems that your master likes Sister Yu more."
This was just nonsense made by Mo Yu, but seeing Yu Junhao's awkward expression, Mo Yu couldn't help but smile.
"The good things the master gave me are not just this, there are also many pills, secrets of exercises..."
Yu Junhao interrupted her, "Okay, quickly use your magic weapon to take me to the emperor."
Along the way, the palace ladies and eunuchs completely ignored them.
Yang Xuezhu became curious and came to one of the palace maids. He waved his hand and said, "Hey, can you see me? Hello?"
The palace maid seemed not to see her at all, so she walked around her and continued walking forward.
Yang Xuezhu opened his arms and took a deep breath, "I have never felt such freedom in life. It is so comfortable."
After passing through a courtyard, Yu Junhao's expression suddenly changed.
"One of the powerful men in the transformation stage is here."
Mo Yu nodded, took out three small porcelain bottles, and gave two of them to them respectively.
"Drink it and you won't be discovered."
Yu Junhao frowned, "What is this?"
Is there any elixir that can block the exploration of powerful people in the transformation stage after taking it?
How come he's never heard of it?
"The blood of the Snow Mountain Frost Cow. The Snow Mountain Frost Cow is a spiritual beast with extremely strong concealment capabilities. After taking its blood, it can even avoid the detection of a strong man in the integration stage."
Mo Yu said it seriously.
Neither Yu Junhao nor Yang Xuezhu knew what the Snow Mountain Frost Ox was.
But listening to what Mo Yu said, it seemed to be quite similar.
Yang Xuezhu took a sip and was mentally prepared for the smell of blood to hit his forehead.
But I didn't expect that after taking a sip, I found that it tasted sweet, with a scent of osmanthus and wine.
"Why does this thing look so much like osmanthus wine?" she asked.
Mo Yu's face turned red and his heart stopped beating, "I don't know, it's just a coincidence."
In short, the two of them drank it all and finally gained some confidence.
The three of them passed through the courtyard where the two powerful men in the transformation stage were, and they were really not discovered at all.
Of course, this is not the blood of a snowy mountain frost cow, it is all controlled by Mo Yu using his mental power.
With her mental strength, she may need to be more careful in front of the strong ones in the Tribulation Stage, as there is a risk of being detected.
As for the rest...it's totally out of the question.
It was a smooth journey to the emperor's residence, where many eunuchs and maids were busy.
These people are all members of the Wang family.
There were several harem concubines serving him, while the emperor was concentrating on refining alchemy under the guidance of an alchemist.
The emperor does not have much talent for cultivation. He has been concentrating on government affairs and neglecting cultivation in recent years. His cultivation is only in the Qi refining period.
When he was young, he was also addicted to alcohol and sex, and was soon drained of his body.
It was only in his later years that he thought of making amends, and devoted himself to refining some elixirs for himself to prolong his life.
But he didn't realize that as he spent more and more time refining alchemy, his hair turned gray faster and his body became weaker and weaker.
Yang Xuezhu has not seen his father for many years.
She was just born to a lowly maidservant. She had not been favored by her father since she was a child. Although she had talent for cultivation, she was suppressed by the Wang family. Under such harsh conditions, it was very rare for her to be able to cultivate to the golden elixir stage at such a young age.
This time, when she saw the old man in front of her, her eyes were a little moist.
Her emotions were complicated, and it seemed that the hatred she had accumulated over the years could not be unleashed on such an old and haggard old man.
In the alchemy room, there is an alchemy furnace with a dark red cylinder.
Four boys and girls were waiting for the fire. There were some medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace, which had been condensed into liquid, suspended in the alchemy furnace and kneaded into a ball.
The emperor's face was haggard, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
He stared at the stove.
Another alchemist is at the Nascent Soul stage.
When the three of them came in, Mo Yu took out another earth-level spiritual weapon, shaped like a small pot.
"Senior brother, use your spiritual power to activate it. This is a barrier. You can do whatever you want inside."
She handed the spiritual weapon to Yu Junhao.
Yu Junhao used his spiritual power to activate it, and in an instant, the shining spells gradually enlarged in the air, looming.
In an instant, the spells spread throughout the hall and then disappeared.
Mo Yu then removed his mental control.
Several people in the room noticed the three of them and immediately became alert.
The alchemist suddenly stood up and said, "Who are you!"
The four boys and girls had already drawn their weapons, with fierce expressions on their faces. Obviously, these four were killers trained by the Wang family.
Yu Junhao smiled coldly, raised his hand, and the door slammed shut behind him.
Seeing this, Yang Xuezhu also took a step forward, drew his weapon, and confronted him.
Mo Yu took half a step back and said, "It doesn't have anything to do with me."
She found a safe corner and sat down.
Both sides suddenly let out their murderous intent and started fighting each other with swords raised.
The powerful spiritual wind, like a knife in its mouth, scraped hard against the person's skin, leaving traces behind.
Mo Yu rubbed his arms and found a corner to sit down.
The other weakling emperor in the room rolled on the ground and crawled to sit next to Mo Yu. This corner was just right to withstand the remaining fighting power of both sides, and he could also observe the changes in the field well.
The weakling emperor adjusted his clothes and then asked: "Who are you?"
Mo Yu held his cheek with one hand and said, "Looking for your person."
She yawned and changed the subject, "Strong men like them don't know how to take it easy when fighting. Now, I'm afraid your alchemy pavilion may not be saved."
The weakling emperor wiped away cold sweat and said, "Such a strong man is really powerful."
Mo Yu nodded, "By the way, when did your royal family cooperate with the Wang family?"
The weakling emperor was wary, "What do you want to say?"
Mo Yu's patience ran out.
She stretched out a hand and pressed it on the emperor's forehead.
The emperor had no time to scream and fainted.
Mo Yu used his mental power to search through the old man's memories.
After getting what she wanted, she stopped her hand, stuffed a pill to restore her mental strength into her mouth, and continued to squat in the corner and watch the fight over there.
Yu Junhao's sword moved in formation, but the opponent actually used the red medicine cauldron to block it.
Ten thousand swords collided with the medicine cauldron, and bursts of powerful force spread out, instantly shattering the surrounding windows.
There was a loud crashing sound.
Mo Yu used the "Sky Eye" to look at the people over there.
Both the alchemist and the boy and girl had some faint aura of bad luck, but not much.
She was too lazy to think about it, feeling that the duel moves over there were getting more and more powerful, and she kept counting in her mouth.