The wasteland is covered with red flames for thousands of miles. The corpses of creatures absorbed by the blood spirits and the corpses of beheaded ghost beasts are scattered everywhere. Everywhere you look, the creatures are devastated.
The black mountain-like ghost beast stepped over the red ground with a low roar, and the earth shook as it moved.
"Roar!"
Under the gray-brown sky, a descendant of an ancient savage beast passed by. Its body was red and black, its eyes were blood-red, and it exuded a poisonous stench. It had been infected by the ghost beast and became a bloodthirsty and ferocious ghost beast.
Groups of ghost beasts powerful enough to move mountains and fill seas walked past, and the red earth became silent. Occasionally, a cold wind blew through and whistled twice.
Wang Cheng and Rao Yang, each carrying a package, climbed up from the wasteland.
"Let's keep going." He glanced around and saw that the danger had passed, so he took Rao Yang and continued on his way.
It had been about ten days since the two came out of the ancient mirror.
In the past ten days, they have encountered many ghost beasts lost on this land, some strong and some weak. The strong ones they hide from, and the weak ones they kill.
The blood spirits appeared from time to time, and Rao Yang gradually got used to it.
Likewise, they get many opportunities amidst these dangers.
In the wasteland, all the elixirs and treasures that were wasted on the topsoil were obtained by them.
Wang Cheng opened the eyes of the seven orifices and the spiritual wind nose to find these treasures more efficiently, and at the same time, he could predict dangers in advance.
"There seems to be the ruins of a sect there." Rao Yang's eyes carefully observed the beams exposed on the wasteland, "Master, are you going?"
Wang Cheng's eyes with seven orifices keenly discovered a plaque inserted horizontally in the soil not far from the wasteland. Only two words, Yun Sect, were revealed. The front part was covered by the wasteland.
"You are right. It is a sect. It is not very big. It is a small sect, similar to the Shuangfeng Sect." After that, he and Rao Yang stepped forward to explore the resources of this sect.
Under the ground, there are corpses buried, but they have been extracted by blood spirits in unknown ways.
Rao Yang covered her mouth, used a long wooden stick to pull apart a mummy, and took out an ordinary iron sword from the ground. She thought she had found a big treasure, and she wanted to report her results to the young master as soon as possible.
But seeing Wang Cheng running around all over the place, she continued to dig, lowered her head and smiled stupidly: "I will find more later, sir, shouldn't you be surprised?"
After these ten days of training, she began to barely adapt to this environment of living like a baby.
"Changyun Sect." Wang Cheng took out the plaque and shook his head, "Where is the treasure pavilion?" He ran nearby to search.
The spirit wind nose opened, and a faint fragrance came from the feet.
"At this!"
He started digging.
"Golden nanmu box." He took it out from the underground wasteland and opened it. Inside was a Qianlingcao elixir that exuded a fragrant fragrance. "It can be used to heal wounds and enhance physical fitness. Keep it."
Dig again.
"Though the body-clearing herb is a magical medicine, it is not very effective. Don't use it." He threw it aside.
"Yes, Xuan Qingteng, something that increases qi and blood!" He placed it beside him.
"This won't work. It's not as effective as the other ones. Throw it away!"
"Not bad, keep it."
...
Wang Cheng spent half an hour clearing out the former treasure pavilion.
Jumping up from the pit, he took a long breath and smiled: "There is actually a pill!" In his hand, he held an ice box, which he kept cold and used exclusively for storage and preservation.
"Although it is only a first-level elixir, it has an improving effect on Rao Yang."
Pills are divided into levels one to six, corresponding to the level of the alchemist. This is relative to the mortal realm.
As for alchemists, in the mortal realm, there are a total of one to six levels.
The realm of a first-level alchemist starts at least at the fourth level of the mortal body and reaches the ninth level of the mortal body.
But alchemists generally improve their alchemy skills as their realm improves. For example, if you are at the fourth level of the mortal body, you are a first-level alchemist, at the fifth level, at the second level, at the sixth level, and at the third level.
By analogy, a master who reaches the ninth level of the mortal body is a sixth-level alchemist. There are few low-level alchemists, but their alchemy skills are superb.
Moreover, it is difficult for alchemists to improve their skills unless they have talent and opportunities. Most alchemists have an alchemist level that does not match their realm. Maybe an alchemist’s realm is at the ninth level, but his alchemy skills are only that of a third-level alchemist.
Level Alchemist.
This also makes high-level alchemists very noble and rare.
The elixir that Wang Cheng obtained was made by a first-level alchemist. It has many miraculous effects on practitioners who are at the fourth level of the mortal realm and below. When taken by high-level warriors, the effect is halved. The higher the level, the greater the effect.
The worse.
But the reason why elixir is precious is that it has many miraculous effects.
There is a large amount of spiritual energy condensed in the elixir, which can increase the speed of cultivation. It does not require external physical training, which is time-consuming and laborious. It can also cleanse the essence and cut the marrow. There are also some elixirs that can extend life, stop bleeding, and can temporarily improve the level of strength...
The elixir in Wang Cheng's hand is a marrow-cleansing elixir, which can allow cultivators at the fourth level of the mortal body and below to re-establish their foundation. This alone is enough to prove its preciousness.
Every level of Wang Cheng's realm was perfect and his foundation was solid. There was no need to use this elixir, so he decided to use it on Rao Yang.
Holding the ice box in his arms, he glanced at the elixir treasure boxes on the ground, frowned slightly and said, "I can only pick up the precious elixirs and leave here, but I can't take too many." He has superb alchemy skills, and these elixirs are quite good.
It can be refined into precious elixirs, but unfortunately, he cannot take them all away.
"Young Master!" Rao Yang held an iron sword and waved it at him.
Wang Cheng glared: "Move softly."
Rao Yang looked around in fear. When she saw that the blood spirit did not appear, she breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Look what I found!"
Rao Yang, who was covered in dirt, looked excitedly at Wang Cheng walking over.
"A piece of scrap iron." Wang Cheng threw away the sword in Rao Yang's hand. Seeing that she was motionless and looking at him, the look in her eyes made him sigh and picked up the iron sword. "A good iron sword!"
Rao Yang smiled softly, squatted on the ground and said, "Since you don't like this iron sword, then we don't want it."
She reached out and put the iron sword behind her, and Wang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
"Sir, look, there is also this weapon. It is so beautiful and can reflect light." Rao Yang pointed to the white steel sword placed on the ground and said.
Wang Cheng glanced at the weapons on the ground. Some of them were really good. Suddenly, he noticed the ring on Rao Yang's finger.
"Where did it come from?" He took the slender hand and said. When he took it, it was cold and soft.
"I almost forgot about this." Rao Yang took out a ring from his arms and handed it to Wang Cheng, "Sir, here, one for each of us. This is the weapons pavilion. I got all these weapons and rings in it.
"." She blushed and showed the ring on her slender finger, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"