"I really want a stronger magic formula." Wang Chen murmured while harvesting the demon core.
The magic techniques are low-level, the magic weapons are ordinary, and the weapons are of mediocre quality... Lack of resources is the label of casual cultivators, and it is also the biggest obstacle to their practice.
Compared with the systematic collection of exercises in the sect, the basic exercises and sword techniques that are spread outside and can be practiced by casual practitioners can support casual practitioners to barely reach the sixth level of Qi Condensation, but it will be difficult to reach the sky beyond that. This is also
The reason why casual cultivators at the seventh level of Qi Condensation are extremely rare.
Therefore, the ultimate goal of most casual cultivators is to be able to control the sky and reach the sky, because this is a sign of judging immortals in a country where mortals live together.
Once you can control the air, you can easily become a worshiper of a mortal country, and your status is equivalent to that of a national teacher. Occasionally, if you have a casual cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Condensation, you can be called the ancestor of a country, and you can enjoy endless glory and wealth.
However, Wang Chen has no interest in being a worshiper. He has seen the vast sea and will not linger on the water droplets. What’s more, his ulterior dream is shattered into nothingness.
Whenever he was depressed, he would always think of classmate Vaingong's dazzling white outfit. The fantasy was that in another parallel world, classmate Vaingong's ring happened to contain a high-end magic technique, which was enough for him to become a high-level cultivator.
It's a pity that without If, he would still be a casual cultivator without resources, nothing special.
A strange whistling sound came from the sky.
It was like a sharp blade combing the air at an extremely fast speed, causing it to roar in dissatisfaction.
"It's the roar of a sword, the sound made by a cultivator flying in the air at full speed." Wang Chen didn't even raise his head, but his ancestral energy moved slightly, and his aura perfectly blended with the surrounding environment.
In order to prevent all kinds of inexplicable pursuits, in the past three months, the first thing he practiced with all his strength was the Breath Condensation Technique that can hide the whole body's aura. Although this technique is a basic technique, the effect after transformation is still extremely amazing.
.
When Wang Chen was using his breath-condensing technique with all his strength, even the monster beast that could tear apart the sixth-level Qi Condensation cultivator was unable to detect Wang Chen's existence through perception.
Facts have proved that he was right. It was this breath-containing technique after transformation that allowed him to avoid waves of cultivators who might have malicious intentions towards him.
In this way, he was no longer surprised by the roar of swords in the sky.
Putting the demon core of an ape demon into the storage ring, Wang Chen couldn't help but think of Xiang Qingliu. The number of demon beasts that died in his hands these days was not even a thousand but eight hundred. If it was Xiang Qingliu, he would have harvested countless that could be exchanged for
It’s the material of spiritual stone.
The sound of the sword whistling gradually faded away, and Wang Chen raised his head and looked at the backs of those flying in the air.
They were five cultivators dressed as disciples of the sect. The flying swords at their feet looked extraordinary, and their flowing white clothes looked like immortals.
"It's a little strange."
After silently recalling it in his mind for a moment, Wang Chen discovered that counting the wave just now, this was already the fifth wave of cultivators passing by today.
The Forbidden Forest is really lively today. Just as I was thinking this, there was a noisy rustling sound in the distance, like chaotic footsteps.
Under the cover of the trees, Wang Chen looked warily and saw a group of cultivators riding strange beasts galloping in the distance.
The strange beast looked like a wild wolf, but it was much larger. It ran very fast and disappeared from Wang Chen's sight in an instant.
Looking in that direction, it turned out to be deep in the Forbidden Forest.
"Is there some chance to be born?" Wang Chen couldn't help but think so, but he had no idea of getting involved.
Unlike high-level cultivators, even though casual cultivators often travel around the world with the idea of encountering unexpected opportunities to add some power to their practice, if there is really some precious opportunity that attracts the attention of many cultivators, then casual cultivators will give up without hesitation.
, the further away from there the better.
This has almost become an iron rule, because they are at the lowest level among cultivators and are no better than ordinary warriors.
A gust of wind blew through the forest, bringing with it distant sounds. There was a vague roar of fighting skills mixed with screams.
Something went wrong, and Wang Chen vigilantly used all his strength to activate his consciousness.
Suddenly, a chilling feeling came over him, and along with a gust of cold wind, his back felt as if cold hands were pressing against him.
Wang Chen suddenly turned around and looked at the sky in horror.
Above the sky, a group of dark clouds floated, and within it were vaguely countless souls struggling and howling. It seemed to be moving very slowly, but it enveloped it in an instant, casting a large shadow.
There is a person standing above the clouds. He is a young cultivator in luxurious clothes, with an indifferent expression on his face.
The cultivator seemed to be two or three years older than Wang Chen, but his face was pale and his hair was neatly disheveled, giving him a certain evil vibe.
"Yin Shiyu, the core inheritance cultivator of the Jiyin Sect, has a surly personality and a bloodthirsty personality, specializes in ghost magic, and is surrounded by countless ghosts. If you kill a map contaminated by ghost energy, it can become a hidden inheritance.
The only owner of the clue. If Yin Shiyu finds the inheritance first, the opportunity will be lost."
The words that appeared in front of him made Wang Chen's heart skip a beat.
Opportunities in this world do not necessarily belong to you if you grasp their location. If everyone in the world is an individual, even if each individual has a slight possibility of discovering opportunities, then under the huge population base, it is impossible to discover opportunities.
The possibility becomes extremely high, and the only thing left is who discovers this problem.
Wang Chen had already imagined this worst-case scenario, but when someone actually discovered the same opportunity as him, it was still hard for him to accept.
Especially this opportunity is related to a hidden inheritance.
And this is what he lacks most at the moment.
"And, what if Yin Shiyu is running for that opportunity now?"
With five fingers, the Qinggang Sword was already in his hand. The air was condensing and beating, making a slight crackling sound.
In the blink of an eye, the Yin Master Jade had reached the top of Wang Chen's head, but it was like a deity in heaven who regarded everything in the world as ants, without even lowering his eyelids.
When his eyesight turned dark, it was a black mist that rolled back, covering Wang Chen in it. Amid the biting coldness, a terrifying corrosive power came.
Ning! Wang Chen made a secret, and a snow-white fairy sword quickly took shape.
The white light shines brightly, and each wisp is a stream of extremely cold air, trying to break through the life-threatening fog. However, even the transformed extremely cold ice mist was instantly swallowed up by the black mist.
"What kind of magic is this!" Wang Chen felt that the black mist was trying to penetrate from every pore, trying to corrode and melt him.
Above the sky, Yin Shiyu drove the dark clouds farther and farther away, disappearing into the horizon.
It's like accidentally stepping on an ant.
The Ice Soul Sword could not dispel the black mist. Wang Chen's true power was fully activated, and his ancestral energy was running at full strength.
This black mist seems to be extremely special. The ancestral energy cannot be swallowed and absorbed. The two true powers are in a stalemate, but bite each other fiercely.
When it comes to the quality of the aura, the black mist is like a cold beast, while the ancestral energy is like a newborn cub, with a huge difference in strength.
But after all, the black mist had separated from the caster, and was unable to survive the confrontation with the ancestral energy, and was slowly dispersed.
The light appeared in front of him again, Wang Chen raised his head and looked around.
Above the sky, the sky was clear and clear, as if the moment of life and death just now was just a dream.
But now he woke up from his dream.
If it weren't for his miraculous ancestral energy and the other true powers of his cultivation, at the same level, he could almost conclude that he would have been crushed to death intentionally or unintentionally by Yin Shiyu.
Even if the opponent is not as strong as Brother Vainglory who plays ice, it is not something he can kill by himself.
Looking at the direction in which Yin Shiyu went away, only the dazzling sunlight was left.
There is no doubt that the sun is strong and warm, but it bypasses his empty soul.