Somewhere in the cave of the Blood Refining Sect, Rong Zhengqi stood in front of an old man with red hair with a respectful look on his face.
This red-haired old man has a well-proportioned figure, wears an ordinary linen shirt, has a ruddy face, and exudes terrifying magic power fluctuations in his body. He has his eyes closed, holding a jade slip in his hand, and seems to be checking the contents of the jade slip.
Rong Zhengqi looked at the red-haired old man with awe in his eyes. This man was his master, the chief elder of the Blood Refining Sect and the chief disciple of the Great Elder Pang Laomo, Elder Qian.
A year ago, Elder Qian privately handed him a magic seed bead and told him that there was a hidden magic power pavilion in the central mountain range of the second secret realm. He had to try his best to steal the remaining magic beads inside.
Jade slips.
With the magic bead in hand, even the Xue Mozi who also uses the magic bead can't detect the illusion activated by the secret technique of Huan Mo Zi Mu Gong. After all, the magic bead cannot strengthen the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator and cannot see through the illusions at the Yuan Ying level.
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After experiencing the secret realm, Rong Zhengqi felt more and more unpredictable about this master. In the Chaos Valley where he finally appeared, there was actually a place like the Demonic Pavilion.
Unfortunately, facing Xu Junwen, a top expert, even if he activated the magic bead, he could only barely grab a jade slip. At this time, he felt a little uneasy and worried about being scolded by his master.
After a while, Elder Qian slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of surprise still remaining in his eyes. After seeing Rong Zhengqi worried about his gains and losses, he chuckled:
"Zhengqi, don't blame yourself. The person from the Yin-Yang Holy Sect is a yin-yang body, and he practices the skills of the founder of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect. It's already good for you to win a jade slip."
Rong Zhengqi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Master, for your understanding."
Elder Qian said again: "Zhengqi, let me ask you, when you took this jade slip, were you discovered by other sect members."
Rong Zhengqi recalled: "At that time, Junior Sister Zhan's magic bead power had been exhausted, and the others had also consumed a lot. It was impossible to see through my illusion, but that person from the Yin Yang Sect..."
Elder Qian waved his hand and said: "The Yin-Yang Holy Sect is the enemy of our sect. It doesn't matter even if you know it. Zhengqi, you are lucky enough to grab this jade slip, which is exactly what the master needs."
Rong Zhengqi looked ecstatic and said: "Master, in other words, the secret technique recorded on this jade slip can really be combined with the Phantom Demon Son-Mother Technique?"
Elder Qian nodded, excitement flashed deep in his pupils, and he said solemnly: "You must have seen this secret technique, and you should understand its importance to the Phantom Demon Child and Mother Skill. No one is allowed to reveal the slightest bit.
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Rong Zhengqi said with an enthusiastic expression: "Master, don't worry, disciples know that as long as the master understands these secret techniques, our Blood Refining Sect will no longer be the only one in the Blood Demon Kung Fu!"
Elder Qian's hand flashed with magic light, put away the jade slip, and said seemingly casually:
"By the way, you entered the late stage of pill formation this time and lost your child body in advance. However, the magic seed bead that my master gave you was refined using a special method. There should be a lot of pure energy left in your body. As long as you use it fully
By absorbing and refining it, your cultivation will be greatly improved, which will be of great help to you in understanding the power of the Nascent Soul in the future."
Rong Zhengqi said with joy on his face: "Thank you so much, Master!"
"Okay, please step back."
"Yes, Master."
After Rong Zhengqi left, a cruel look flashed in Elder Qian's eyes: "Although the remaining magic power in the magic bead can improve a lot of cultivation, if it is absorbed completely and continues to practice the phantom magic child and mother skills, it will soon go wrong.
Become possessed and die.”
"This jade slip is too involved. If the contents inside are revealed, hundreds of years of planning by me, Qian Jingshan, will be wiped out."
"Zhengqi, don't blame Master for being cruel. Only dead people can keep secrets."
At this moment, Elder Qian suddenly raised his brows, his magic weapon flashed, and a transmission talisman shot out from outside the cave. When he checked his consciousness, he showed an expression that was indeed like this.
"The old guy wants to provide Xu Zihang with a lot of resources, even pure demonic water, so that he can enter the elixir formation stage within fifty years."
"When practicing the Blood Demon Art with Dark Spirit Root, although the bottleneck at the core formation stage is almost non-existent, Xu Zihang has to spend fifty years from the middle stage of foundation building to the core formation stage, which consumes unimaginable resources. This old guy is really willing to do it.
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Elder Qian held the transmission talisman and his eyes flashed with strange color: "Counting the time, the First Elder is almost nine hundred years old. Whether it is him or me, these fifty years have been very tense..."
After whispering a few words, Elder Qian walked out of the cave, turned into a beam of light and shot towards a certain direction of the Blood Refining Sect.
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In the deepest part of the Blood Demon Mountains, where the demonic aura is the strongest, a thin, bald middle-aged man stood quietly in the secret room.
Although this person did not reveal his magic power, the rich demonic energy around him spontaneously lingered around him, forming an aura of calm and self-power.
This man is none other than the controller of the Blood Refining Sect, the number one demon cultivator in the Qi Kingdom, Pang Lao Mo, who is also known as the True Lord of the Blood Demon.
At the other end of the secret room, there was a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, shrouded in a blood-colored light curtain. This old man had a crown-like face, handsome appearance, and a faint blue-black spiritual light exuding from his body.
Pang Lao Mo looked at this handsome white-haired old man, his eyes flashed with admiration and said:
"Nie Wufeng, you are indeed a genius. In such a short period of time, you not only transformed your skills into wind-attributed magic skills, but also reached the middle stage of elixir formation. It seems that your qualifications are more suitable for cultivating our sect's wind magic skills.
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This white-haired old man is actually the master of the Weapon Refining Peak of the Yueyang Sect of the Wei State. He is a strong man who has entered the elixir-forming stage with his wind-attribute hidden spirit root qualification, Nie Wufeng.
Back then, he teamed up with Zhu Siming and used his heaven-defying magical powers to kill three Demon Spirit Sect monks in the pill formation stage in one fell swoop. He was so powerful that even within the Demon Spirit Sect, his legend was still circulating.
Unfortunately, they encountered Pang Lao Mo in the late Nascent Soul stage and were captured alive without any resistance.
Nie Wufeng slowly opened his eyes, looked at Pang Lao Mo calmly, and said slowly: "Senior Pang, this junior has done what the senior asked, can I let Junior Brother Zhu go?"
When Pang Laomo heard this, a jade bottle magic weapon appeared out of thin air in his hand. The mouth of the bottle opened, and a blood-red eggshell floated out from inside, gradually grew in size, and landed next to him.
Inside the blood-red eggshell was a kind-faced old man with white hair. As soon as he appeared, he looked worriedly at Nie Wufeng not far away.
Pang Lao Mo said: "Nie Wufeng, Pang not only did not search for Zhu Siming's soul, but instead chose a place with abundant magic power for him to practice. He has now reached the peak of the early stage of pill formation."
"I didn't expect that for a small sect like the Yueyang Sect and people with top qualifications like you, let alone you, this boy named Zhu is born with a powerful spiritual consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness is actually close to the late stage of pill formation."
Nie Wufeng saw that Zhu Siming was safe and sound, and said with a slightly relieved expression: "Senior Pang really kept his promise. I don't know when can I let Junior Brother Zhu go?"
Old Demon Pang used his magic skills to put Zhu Siming back into the jade bottle magic weapon, and sighed softly: "Originally, according to Mr. Pang's plan, as long as you reach the middle stage of elixir formation, you can let this old boy go.
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"But something has happened now, and you still need to continue practicing. If he enters the late stage of pill formation within fifty years, I will not only let him go, but I will also help him to enter the middle stage of pill formation and let him refine the weapons of Yueyang Sect.
The art will be passed down.”
When Nie Wufeng heard this, his face turned ugly and he said: "Senior Pang, you don't want to let my junior brother go, just say it straight, why bother beating around the bush? Although I, Nie Wufeng, have some qualifications, in just fifty years, it is impossible to reach the late stage of pill formation.
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Pang Lao Mo shook his head and said: "Nie Wufeng, you underestimate yourself too much. Your kid is able to cast advanced spells at the early stage of pill formation, and his understanding of wind attributes is no less than that of a monk at the Nascent Soul Stage."
"You must know that it is difficult for a monk in the Nascent Soul stage to do it without the power of the Nascent Soul. With your thick and thin hair of pure magic power, you can completely digest and absorb the corresponding power of the Nascent Soul."
While speaking, Pang Lao Mo took out a bead that exuded green light, threw it forward, passed the blood-red light barrier, and fell into Nie Wufeng's hand. He explained: "This demon seed bead is from Pang."
I asked an old friend to refine it, and it contains the power of the wind attribute Nascent Soul."
"With your qualifications and the strong demonic energy here, you can completely absorb it in fifty years, enough to enter the late stage of pill formation."
Nie Wufeng looked at the cyan bead in his hand and could easily feel the terrifying wind-attribute magic power inside, and could even hear a faint whistling sound.
He frowned and said, "This quick fix method must have some flaws."
Pang Laomo said calmly: "That's natural. Although it can quickly improve its cultivation, after the energy inside is absorbed, it will be difficult to improve. Moreover, because it absorbs the power of other people's Nascent Soul, it basically has no chance of reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
Already."
Nie Wufeng laughed at himself: "If Mr. Nie's life doesn't matter, what's the use of thinking about the Nascent Soul stage? But how can the younger generation believe that the older generation can keep his promise."
When Pang Laomo heard this, a spiritual light flashed in front of him, and a large stone filled with blood and flashing with countless runes floated in front of him.
"Your boy possesses the Yueyang Sect's weapon refining heritage. You should know Zi Shi from the Stone of Oath."
Nie Wufeng's eyes flashed with green light, and he nodded and said: "As a senior monk, I am willing to use the sect's oath Zishi to promise that I have nothing to say, and I will definitely cultivate to the late stage of elixir formation within the specified time."
Then Nie Wufeng and Pang Laomo made an oath through this stone.
As long as Nie Wufeng reaches the late stage of pill formation within fifty years, Pang Lao Mo will not only let Zhu Siming go to a safe place, but also help him enter the middle stage of pill formation so that the Yueyang Sect's weapon refining skills can be passed on.
A quarter of an hour later, Pang Laomo left the secret room and walked to the refining room of the cave. He looked at the many materials stored inside and murmured: "According to my speculation, this method should be feasible, but there is only one chance.
Think more about it."
Then two jade slips appeared in his hand, and his huge spiritual consciousness sank into them.