Chapter 814 The first battle after the fourth rank
After cutting out a Holy Emperor's Seal, Wang Xu continued his efforts and cut out another precious medicine from the Source Stone.
This is a resurrecting plant, which can be refined into a great elixir called the Resurrection Pill. If you take it, you can revive the dead with flesh and bones, and you can revive them with just one breath.
One Resurrection Grass can produce about twelve Resurrection Pills. Wang Xu is not planning to sell this treasure, but plans to give it to the alchemist in the Holy Land to refine a furnace of Resurrection Pills.
According to the contribution ratio, if he donated the Resurrection Grass, he could get one-third of the elixirs, which is four Resurrection Pills.
These four resurrecting pills, if used properly, can give you four lives, which is more cost-effective than simply selling the treasure.
"This drop of blood." Wang Xu put the treasure away and focused on the last source stone.
A drop of blood sealed in the Origin Stone, whose blood it belongs to and what its use is, even Wang Xu can't tell.
However, this drop of blood made him feel very uncomfortable. Looking at it with his clairvoyance, he had the illusion that he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
"The blood of a saint is said to be able to suppress the sky. Could it be that this is a drop of the blood of a powerful saint, or even a quasi-emperor?" Wang Xu only thought of saints and quasi-emperors. As for the great emperor, the emperor's blood comes with the laws of heaven, but not
It will look like this.
"Cut it out and have a look. If it doesn't work, sell it to the sect. It is said that some sect formations must be painted with holy blood to achieve maximum power. A drop of holy blood is worth no less than a fifth-level magic weapon."
The higher your strength is, the more resources you need to spend.
The resources required to cultivate a saint are tens of thousands of times that of cultivating a fifth-level emperor. A drop of holy blood can suppress a holy emperor, and whether it is refining treasures or setting up formations, there is a demand for holy blood.
Click!!
With one strike, the source stone sealed with the holy blood was cut open, and infinite holy power rose into the sky.
Before Wang Xu had time to react, the drop of holy blood that escaped from the trap turned into golden light and fled away. It looked like he was trying to escape.
"Where to go!"
Wang Xu hurriedly chased after him until he reached the outer hall. He saw a pair of big hands reaching out from outside and grabbed the holy blood. No matter how hard the holy blood struggled, it could not fly out.
"Where did you get the holy blood?"
Accompanied by questions, Mr. Luo walked in from outside, holding the holy blood that Wang Xu had cut out with his two fingers.
Wang Xu laughed and said, "Mr. Luo, I cut this drop of blood from the Origin Stone. I'm lucky, right?"
"I wish you didn't cut anything out." Mr. Luo didn't like it and turned to worry. Betting on stones is just like gambling. You lose when you enter. If you lose clearly, you won't play again next time.
I am afraid that I will win if I enter, and I will win in a confused way. I feel that I am the material and I will definitely fall into it if I keep going back and forth.
"Uh" Wang Xu was speechless, smiled modestly, and said: "Mr. Luo, I also have a Resurrection Grass here. You can send this drop of holy blood to the sect and exchange it for four Resurrection Grasses for me.
Dan, and some healing elixirs are back."
Mr. Luo took the Resurrection Grass. Wang Xu did not tell the origin of the Resurrection Grass, and Mr. Luo did not ask. For him, since Wang Xu was the Holy Son, he naturally had the opportunity to be the Holy Son. It would be unsightly to ask again and again.
After collecting the Resurrection Grass and the Holy Blood, Mr. Luo coughed lightly and returned to the topic: "Holy Son, I have brought the people who have taken refuge in the Holy Son Peak. They are outside now. Do you want to summon them?"
"Let them come in. After meeting them, I just happened to go to Master's place." After Wang Xu said this, he put on his Saint Son suit and sat on the chair in the Saint Son Hall.
Mr. Luo turned around and left, and soon returned, bringing with him more than a hundred young heroes.
At a glance, Wang Xu saw that most of these young heroes were disciples of the inner sect, while a few were from the outer sect. Their cultivation levels were all between levels 2 and 3.
It is inevitable that there will be no true disciples. No matter how bad the true disciples are in the future, they can still become outer elders or be sent out to be guardians.
Unless Wang Xu comes out of seclusion this time and can defeat the other ten reserve saints and establish his identity as the successor of the Holy Lord, it will not be enough to attract these people to join him.
The former Holy Son, why are there so many hardcore supporters around him? It's because he has passed the test. If Wang Xu hadn't stepped in, he would have been 100% the next Lord of the Holy Land.
Only with the status of the quasi-Holy Master can the former Holy Son gain the support of the elders. In the eyes of everyone, it is uncertain whether Wang Xu can secure his position.
"There are three or two big cats and kittens. It seems that if you want the true disciples to join me, you have to fight with the ten reserve saints." Wang Xu glanced at them and found that there were many people with potential, and they were praised.
There is no one who is favored by God.
The greatest achievement of these people in the future is just the position of elder of the inner sect. If they are lucky, one or two will become peak masters. If they are not lucky, they will just hang around.
As for saints, to be honest, Wang Xu didn't see anyone with the potential to become saints in these people.
It may be too much to say this, but if you don't have it, you don't have it. If you can't even make him shine, the future achievements of this group of people will be just like that.
Wang Xu was disappointed in his heart, but did not show it on his face. He encouraged everyone with a few words, gave them some training resources, and sent them away.
Seeing Wang Xu's indifferent expression, Mr. Luo waited for everyone to leave and said, "These people are actually quite good. If you have the support of the Holy Son, they will be promoted to true successors, become emperors and become ancestors in the future."
Wang Xu didn't say haha, but just shook his head slightly.
Becoming an emperor and becoming an ancestor is not enough. Now that the age of great strife has begun, the world will soon return to the days when saints were everywhere and quasi-emperors were inferior to dogs.
In less than ten years, the three great divine bodies will be promoted to true disciples, beating the third-level true disciples like dogs.
You must know that in this era, there are not only three major divine bodies, but a great era of arrogant geniuses.
Thirty years later, when these geniuses grow up, I am afraid that even the outer sect deacons and the more ordinary inner sect elders will be hammered to death by these geniuses.
These people in front of me might have been worth something before the big times.
As of now, he is nothing more than cannon fodder. For Wang Xu, he can only do odd jobs at most, not enough to conspire against big things.
"Holy Son, if this group of people is not good, there are a few new disciples of this generation who are very promising."
Most of the disciples of the third generation of the First Demon Holy Land, the newest generation, are between 16 and 20 years old, which is the years when Tianjiao was born.
In those few years, there were hundreds of people who possessed divine bodies and holy bodies, and there were countless less talented ones.
In the Holy Land of the First Demon alone, there are more than a dozen people with seventh-level root bones who are expected to be saints in the future, and further down, there are even more people with fifth- and sixth-level root bones.
"Tell me carefully." Wang Xu became interested. It must be unusual for Mr. Luo to say that he is an interesting disciple.
"Among the outer disciples, there are three disciples: Xiao Sheng, Zhang Meng, and Sun Hao. Each of them is extraordinary. Each of them is impressive. If we go by the previous standards, each of them has the appearance of a holy master. Inner Sect
Among the disciples, there are even more people like this. Even if there are three major divine bodies shining in the sky, they still can't cover up the light of some people. In addition to not having divine bodies, these people's talents and understanding are not necessarily worse than those of the three major divine bodies. They can be said to be red.
Green leaves under the flowers.”
Mr. Luo spoke slowly and named seven or eight people in succession. Each one had the appearance of a Holy Lord, and his performance in his youth was even better than that of the contemporary Holy Lord.
Wang Xu listened attentively and secretly wrote down the names of these people.
After listening, he found that there was no one named Ye Han among this group of people, and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Luo, have you ever heard of an outer disciple named Ye Han?"
"I have actually heard of this person." Mr. Luo said with a look of regret on his face: "This Ye Han's performance on the Endless Ladder is remarkable, and he even broke your record of nine thousand levels. It's a pity.
, Ye Han only has a third-level root bone, so he is not considered a waste, but with this qualification"
Mr. Luo didn't say the rest, Wang Xu understood it himself.
It's nothing more than mediocre qualifications, difficult to achieve greatness, and not worth cultivating.
However, these people are destined to make mistakes. Ye Han is a hidden dragon. Let alone a human, he is a dog. In the future, he will also be the supreme among dogs, and there is no limit to it.
"Sir Wang Xu, the twenty-year period has passed, are you ready?"
Before Wang Xu could ask any more questions, the sound of laughter came from outside.
Turning his head and looking at Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo lowered his body and said softly: "This person is one of the top ten reserve saints, the iron-armed madman Xie Bi'an. I'm afraid the purpose of looking for you is"
"Challenge me." Wang Xu didn't panic and sneered: "Just use him to sacrifice the flag!"