Mu Bei returned to the sect's residence and counted the loot.
There are more than 500 pieces of third-grade low-grade spiritual stones, a dozen low-grade third-grade elixirs, and ten thousand-refined weapons, including the nine-thousand-refined Liaoyun Sword.
There are also some banknotes and treasure pills, etc.
It can be said that this harvest is very impressive.
"There are benefits to fighting to the death like this."
After a pause, he sat down cross-legged and used the more than 500 third-grade spiritual stones to practice a peerless sword.
His cultivation has reached the realm of transparency. The cultivation of the realm of transparency is to incorporate the [qi] dispersed in the body into the meridians through flesh and blood.
As his cultivation level improved, he absorbed and refined spiritual energy much faster, refining more than 500 third-grade spiritual stones in just two days.
In this process, a third-grade low-grade elixir was also consumed to assist the cultivation of this realm.
After two days of practice, he incorporated 5% of the energy in his body into his meridians. His cultivation level improved a bit, but he was still far from the middle stage of penetration.
"Need more spiritual energy!"
he said to himself.
After thinking about it, he got up and walked out of his residence. He quickly found Yi Changhe and expressed his needs.
He needs psychic powers!
Lots of psychic energy!
Without saying a word, Yi Changhe took him directly to an underground spiritual pagoda. The spiritual pagoda has nine floors, and the higher you go down, the more spiritual energy you get.
"The ninth level has the strongest spiritual energy, which is far superior to the outside world. True disciples can practice on the ninth level for two days every month. As for you, ten days per month!"
He went to Mubeidao.
He told Mu Bei that this was something the four of his senior brothers had discussed a few days ago, and they would do their best to create the best practice environment for Mu Bei.
In fact, if the cultivation conditions of other true disciples had to be considered, they all wanted to keep the ninth floor of the underground spiritual tower for Mu Bei's use.
"Thank you, senior, this is already very good!"
Mu Bei said gratefully.
Yi Changhe briefly chatted with him for a while, and then left.
Mu Bei was sitting cross-legged on the ninth floor of the underground spiritual pagoda. He could clearly feel that the spiritual energy here was so abundant that it was far from comparable to the Xuanling Cave in the Imperial Palace.
The difference between heaven and earth!
He took out the Heaven and Earth Treasure Furnace and put it aside, and then started to operate the Jueshi Sword.
In an instant, the spiritual energy from the ninth level poured into his body like a small stream flowing into the sea.
…
Wan Jian Cave Heaven, in a large hall.
Snapped!
Lu Li smashed the sunflower table in front of him with a slap, his face extremely gloomy.
The fact that dozens of disciples of Wanjian Dongtian were beheaded outside Taihong Baozong by Mu Beiquan had spread to his ears, and even spread to other Dongtian sects.
shame!
Shame on you!
"Ask the top ten disciples from the outer sect to go together and take his head back!"
He said coldly.
In the main hall, an elder immediately left and quickly gave orders to go down.
…
Taihong Baozong, underground spiritual pagoda.
Mu Bei closed his eyes and practiced a peerless sword. The ninth level of spiritual energy surged in and poured into his body continuously.
Practicing in such an environment with abundant spiritual energy, he can flow "qi" into his meridians much faster than before.
However, the further you go in cultivation, the more difficult it becomes to gather Qi into the meridians.
Soon, eight days passed.
On this day, when he opened his eyes, he was still half way from reaching the middle stage of the Transparent Realm.
Taking a deep breath, he took out eight bottles of spiritual liquid, which he had refined on the ninth level with the Heaven and Earth Furnace in the past eight days.
Each bottle of spiritual liquid is equivalent to thirty third-grade medium spiritual stones!
He swallowed eight bottles of spiritual liquid into his belly one after another and practiced crazily!
In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.
On this day, his cultivation finally entered the middle stage of transparency, and he incorporated half of the qi in his body into his meridians.
He simply took a deep breath, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and used the elixir to sort out his current state of cultivation, and then stood up and left.
As soon as he returned to his residence, Yi Changhe came to find him.
"Another disciple from Wanjian Cave Heaven has arrived. They arrived in front of the outer gate a few days ago. They have been waiting outside the mountain gate and asked you to go out and fight!"
"Of these ten people, the worst are all half-step Yuan Dao level cultivation, extremely strong! And Qi Lu, who is number one in the outer sect, has already entered the Yuan Dao realm and is ranked 90th on the Cangzhou Earth Ranking.
Five!”
He said solemnly.
Mu Bei nodded and walked out of the mountain gate.
Then he saw ten young men standing outside the mountain gate, all of them with amazing vitality.
Especially the man in black robe in the middle, with his arms folded, has the most terrifying aura, like a sleeping ferocious beast.
Mu Bei then knew that this must be the Qi Lu mentioned by Yi Changhe.
In addition, behind the ten people stood a middle-aged man in silver robes. His aura was more terrifying than that of Mu Huo. He looked like an elder from the Ten Thousand Swords Cave.
Seeing Mu Bei come out, all eleven people's eyes fell on him.
"Who comes first?"
Mu Bei looked at the ten people.
A young man in a short shirt walked out, his Yuan Dao level energy and blood steaming with half a step, and he said coldly: "I alone can kill..."
Mu Bei stepped forward instantly and slashed through with his sword.
puff!
Blood splashed and the man's head flew out sideways.
Except for Qi Lu, the expressions of all the nine young men in Wanjiandongtian changed.
Just after the battle, one person on their side died, and he was killed instantly!
Mu Bei looked at the nine young men and said, "Come together, you are too weak."
The faces of several young people in Wanjiandongtian turned cold.
Whoosh whoosh!
Except for Qi Lu who remained motionless with her arms folded around her, the other eight people stepped out together and each drew their sharp swords and struck.
The eight people together, each person's sword style is very fierce, and the energy and blood of the half-step Yuan Dao level roar.
Mu Bei swung the Liaoyun Sword, dozens of sword shadows intertwined into a sword disk, and cut off the neck of one of them with a pop.
"Construct the Seven-Star Sword Formation!"
Someone shouted.
The seven people formed a seven-star sword formation in an instant. In an instant, their sword styles surged and they attacked Mubei from seven different directions. The sword styles blocked all corners.
Mu Beimian didn't change his expression, he stared at a certain direction and stabbed out with his sword, instantly shattering the seven-star sword array, and then chopped off one of the people's heads with a sword.
The Seven-Star Sword Formation was impressive, but for him, who was practicing the Youtian Formation Code, it was just a trick.
"How can it be?!"
The remaining six people were horrified. They formed a seven-star sword formation, and their combat power increased dramatically. They were almost invincible under Yuan Dao, but Mu Bei instantly defeated the formation.
Moreover, he also killed one person!
They were in shock and horror, but Mu Bei's sword had struck again, and the sharp sword style enveloped the six of them.
"ah!"
In the blink of an eye, screams rang out, and one of them was stabbed through the throat and died tragically in an instant.
Then, puff puff puff, four waves of blood spattered, and four more people were killed.
The last person was frightened and couldn't help but retreat.
Mu Bei stabbed him sharply, piercing the man's forehead.
The silver-robed middle-aged man's face was extremely gloomy. Just for a moment, nine of the top ten disciples of the outer sect were killed by Mu Bei!
Qi Lu's eyes finally showed a cold light, and she lowered her folded hands and looked at Mu Bei coldly: "You are very arrogant!"
"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight!"
Mu Bei pointed his sword at Qi Lu.
Qi Lu's eyes were cold, she stepped forward and punched him.
A simple punch, like a mountain pressing down, the momentum is terrifying.
Mu Bei held the sword in his right hand and punched it with his left hand.
boom!
The two fists collided, causing a violent muffled sound.
The two of them retreated at the same time, Qi Lu drew his swords together, and in an instant, dozens of sword energy shot out.