Wang Xu doesn't care whether the old monk can return. What he cares about is the stone Buddha in front of him.
This stone Buddha can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth every month and explode with the power of a saint's strike. This is what makes Wang Xu's heart move.
It is true that Iapatus has never left a good impression on Wang Xu, but he cannot deny that he never worried about his safety before the statue of Iapatus was used.
After losing this statue, Wang Xu felt a deep sense of crisis. He was afraid that if he offended some old immortal, he would slap him to death with a casual slap.
The stone Buddha in front of him was the second life-saving trump card that Wang Xu got besides the statue of the god.
The Fire Flag doesn't count. It's only a sixth-level holy weapon. In Wang Xu's hands, it can deal with up to fifth-level enemies, and it won't work any higher.
The Stone Buddha gave him the strength to fight against the sixth level. This fight did not require defeating the enemy, but it could create an opportunity for him to escape.
In this way, unless the seventh level takes action, there will be very few people in the world who can kill him.
The seventh level corresponds to the Great Emperor in the Tianwu world, and to the Great Luo Jinxian in the Immortal World.
At this level, even in all the worlds, he is considered a powerful person.
Regardless of the fact that the Tianwu world is divided into mythology, ancient times, medieval times, modern times, and the current Hundred Emperors era, it seems that there are many seventh-order people.
In fact, that is not the case at all. There are many seventh-level masters in the Tianwu world because there is a lack of the law of immortality. After the seventh-level is born, the million-year-old emperor will return to ruins, return to the origin of heaven and earth, and recreate all living beings. One plus and one minus the foundation of heaven and earth.
No loss.
In the real big world, every seventh-level existence is a serious loss of the origin.
In the normal world, even if the foundation is deep, there are very few Daluo Golden Immortals, and basically no more than ten.
As long as Wang Xu doesn't seek death, it won't be easy for him to meet a seventh-level being, and his life-saving ability will undoubtedly be greatly improved.
"Great, I finally have a trump card, now I can use it freely."
Wang Xu's face was full of smiles. He heard that there was something ominous in the forbidden area, and the emperor would return with bloodshed if he went deep into it.
It just so happened that he had cultivated the magical power of clones and was able to use blood and hair to peer into the source and create three special clones at three stages: first level, fourth level, and seventh level.
Now that I have a life-saving trump card, why don't I go to the forbidden area and wander around, without going deep, to steal some hair and dander left by an unknown existence, and to breed a clone with seventh-level potential?
The more Wang Xu thought about it, the happier he became. He decided to go out for a drink, plan carefully, and choose the most feasible route.
"Change!"
Wang Xu transformed into a dwarf and walked downstairs with a smile.
"Waiter, we have good wine and good food. I have plenty of Origin Stones!" Wang Xu sat down on the seat in the living room, looking like he was not short of money.
When the waiter saw it, he wasn't afraid that Wang Xu was here for free, and shouted: "Table No. 7 on the first floor, a pot of drunken fairy brew, a plate of eight delicacies meat, good food will be served!"
The so-called Bazhen meat comes from eight kinds of high-level spiritual beasts and is made using eight different cooking methods.
Wang Xu picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. No meat was found, but it tasted good.
What's more important is that this kind of spiritual beast meat has an extraordinary origin. Every bite is as good as taking a tonic medicinal material, and it is of great benefit to one's cultivation.
Wang Xu drank a little wine and ate the meat with great pleasure, feeling quite comfortable in his heart.
And just when he was enjoying his meal and couldn't stop using his chopsticks, a pale young man who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old walked in.
"Hey, Mr. Feng is actually here. I heard that Mr. Feng loves Zuixianlou's Zuixian Brew the most. I didn't expect it to be true."
"Who is Mr. sick? He looks quite impressive?"
"You don't know Young Master Bing. He is from out of town. Young Master Bing is the Holy Son of Qilin, his half-brother."
Wang Xu followed the people's comments and found that the sick man was as his name suggests. He looked sick, as if he could be knocked down by a gust of wind.
What's even more strange is that the sick man's aura is weak and his eyes are lifeless. It's obvious from a glance that he has never practiced.
"Ahem"
The sick man covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and along with the sound of coughing, a bright red color appeared on the handkerchief.
Wang Xu frowned slightly and coughed up blood on his own. This person was seriously ill.
"Brother, the place is full. Can I share a table with you?" The patient looked around and found that there were no empty seats in the restaurant, and only Wang Xu was alone.
"Sit down." Wang Xu pointed to the chair next to him. He was very interested in Holy Son Qilin of Taiwei Holy Land. Unexpectedly, Holy Son Qilin didn't see him, but he saw Holy Son Qilin's younger brother.
However, the gap between the two brothers is really big.
The eldest brother was born with double eyes and a unicorn body, but the younger brother is a sick boy. Could it be that the family's luck is concentrated on the older brother, reducing the younger brother's luck?
"Sir, should we still follow the old rules?"
The waiter came up with a plate and asked the sick man with a smile.
The sick young man put away the blood-stained handkerchief and said with a smile: "As per the old rules, I will give this elder brother another pot of Drunken Immortal Brew, and it will be mine."
"okay!"
The waiter quickly left and returned, bringing two pots of drunken wine and four or five plates of exquisite side dishes.
These side dishes were exquisite, but they were all vegetarian and made of ordinary ingredients. Wang Xu was very confused when he saw them.
Sensing Wang Xu's gaze, Mr. Sick took the initiative to explain: "My little brother is born with a weak constitution. Let alone cultivation, he can't even eat nourishing food, cough cough."
Wang Xu nodded slightly, his mind full of questions, and asked: "You and the Holy Son of Qilin are born from the same father. Logically speaking, even if your bloodline is not as good as that of the Holy Son of Qilin, it won't be this bad, right?"
Wang Xu didn't know much about Young Master Bing, but he still knew a lot about Holy Son Qilin.
The Holy Son of Qilin came from the Taiwei Holy Land and was the legitimate son of a temple master in the Holy Land. In other words, he was equivalent to the biological son of the peak master of the First Demon Holy Land.
To be able to sit in the position of the Palace Master, which is equivalent to the Peak Master, their father is at least the Invincible Holy Emperor. It stands to reason that an Invincible Emperor, no matter how bad his bloodline is, should not give birth to useless talents among his direct descendants.
"This is it"
Hearing Wang Xu talk about the Holy Son of Qilin, the sick man's face flashed a little unnaturally, and he forced a smile and said: "My eldest brother is a dragon in the sky, and I am just a reptile on the ground, so of course I can't compare."
"Really?" Wang Xu saw the reluctance on Mr. Feng's face, and just assumed that Mr. Feng was feeling unfair, and did not think further.
After all, the eldest brother has a divine body with double pupils, but he is a useless person and cannot even balance himself.
While drinking and eating, Wang Xu and the sick young man chatted without saying a word.
After chatting and chatting, he found that Young Master Bing had a wide range of knowledge. No matter whether he talked about the past, the present or the general trend of the world, Young Master Bing could answer questions fluently.
Some unique insights made Wang Xudu feel refreshed. Apart from the fact that he could not practice cultivation, judging from his conversation, he was not a common man.
"It's a pity that you can't practice. Otherwise, you must have a place among the geniuses of this generation." Wang Xu and Wang chatted for a long time. The more they went deeper, the more he found that the sick young master was very interesting, and couldn't help but ask: "
What's going on with your body, and is it possible to heal it?"
The sick man just shook his head and replied: "I was born with a physical defect. It is difficult to make up for the deficiencies at birth. Unless I get the longevity scripture or the elixir of death, I will be a useless person in this life."
When Wang Xu heard this, he knew there was no hope.
The Sutra of Immortality is the foundation of the Holy Land of Immortality in the Central Region. Except for the Great Emperor, Wang Xu has never heard of the Sutra of Immortality and has had it borrowed by others.
Although Young Master Bing is very interesting, he cannot practice cultivation after all, and it is difficult for him to join the Holy Land of Immortality, let alone come into contact with the Immortality Sutra.
When it comes to asking Taiwei Holy Land to come forward, I'm sorry, the Holy Land of Eternal Life has the best foundation in the world. If you want to borrow the Sutra of Immortality, Shimo Holy Land doesn't even have the face, let alone Taiwei Holy Land which is declining day by day.
As for the second possibility, an elixir that can make up for the innate deficiencies, that is even more of a joke.
Not to mention that Taiwei Holy Land does not have the elixir of death, even if it does, the old immortals in the Holy Land will not be able to distinguish it, and the sick young master will not be able to take his turn.