A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Han Li was extremely annoyed!

This was not because he was temporarily soft-hearted and rescued Senior Brother Wang and was forced to use Luo Yanbu to fight the demon, but because Liu Jing and others did not seize the opportunity to kill the others who were still undergoing transformation. The blood servant in the body. When those three people also transform, then there will be real trouble.

Just now he saw the murderous hand of Senior Brother Wang who was about to kill the ice demon. Considering that he helped him in the battle against Qing Wen, he flashed over and saved him.

Then the demon probably felt that Han Li had ruined his good deeds, so he kept pestering him and taking action frequently, leaving him with no choice but to deal with it. But then he also felt that this ice demon was indeed very troublesome to other sect members, so it was better for him to take action. After all, if another member of the sect dies, there will really be insufficient manpower for the subsequent battles.

Now that he has entangled this demon, he did not expect that the others only watched his fight and did not take the opportunity to attack the other three light cocoons. Wasn't this a great opportunity wasted!

However, he also vaguely guessed that it was probably not that the others didn't know how to seize the opportunity, but that they were afraid of the half-demon transformation of other blood warriors because of the ice demon's strange invisibility and the loss of life at its hands. Therefore, although he knew that the fully transformed Blood Warrior would definitely be more dangerous, he was still hesitant and might have some intention of retreating.

But Han Li came here not just to eradicate the black evil, but also had another predetermined purpose. How could he easily defeat the enemy? And although this half-demonized ice demon killed one person on his side as soon as he emerged from his cocoon, it didn't matter as long as he was careful. Even in Han Li's eyes, this person is not as good as the bald man back then, which makes him even more difficult to deal with.

This demon just made his body transparent and could move very quickly and control some cold energy. Even the so-called invisibility is just the same as his rapid Luo Yanbu, it is just an illusion of moving at high speed. Just because its body is transparent and strange, it is even more difficult to catch and detect.

But this weird movement technique can only show its power on the ground. As long as everyone flies to the sky to distance themselves and casts a wide range of spells, they can force it to appear. After all, the rapid movement of the physical body can still be vicious in short distances, but it cannot keep up with the flight of monks' weapons over long distances.

Liu Jing and other disciples had never experienced this kind of hand-to-hand combat with short blades, so they naturally felt that the opponent was extremely ghostly and difficult to fight against. But Han Li often used this method to fight, so he was naturally very experienced in dealing with it.

Thinking of this, Han Li suddenly swung his silver sword to repel his opponent's sharp claws, suddenly appeared and said loudly;

"Senior Brother Liu, fly to the sky quickly and continue attacking the three Blood Warriors. I won't let the demon in front of you leave and harass you." After Han Li said this, his figure suddenly flashed and disappeared again, but In fact, the silver sword in his hand was so fast that it was invisible, forcing the ice demon to retreat continuously, without any chance to fly off the ground again.

The silver sword in Han Li's hand was the trophy from the Blood Trial. It could withstand the opponent's claws and remain intact. But the same silver sword could not damage the opponent's pair of crampons, which made Han Li secretly amazed.

Liu Jing heard Han Li's words, and after thinking about it for a moment, he understood Han Li's intention, but there was hesitation on his face. He was extremely conflicted in his heart!

Although Liu Jing came from a large family of cultivators, he was kidnapped by evil cultivators when he was young. He lived a dark period of torture and abuse, and even almost lost his life. Later, he was finally rescued by his family, and he became a disciple of Li Huayuan and became successful in his cultivation.

But because of the shadow of what happened in his childhood, Liu Jing naturally hated the evil cultivator extremely. Adhering to the iron-blooded principle of killing anyone on sight, he will not let go of any evil cultivators he knows who practice weird techniques.

The consequences of this not only made him feel happy, but also brought him a huge positive reputation. Even some monks from the Seven Sects with higher cultivation levels than him showed a hint of admiration when they saw him.

Liu Jing looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he gradually became obsessed with this feeling of being respected.

To the extent that he later took the initiative to eradicate evil cultivators everywhere, in fact, most of them were just to enjoy the admiration of others!

Of course, on the surface, Liu Jing was very careful to hide this mentality deep in his heart. In dealing with others, he seemed to be the same iron-blooded "Senior Brother Liu" who was righteous and hateful.

The Black Evil Cult in front of him was definitely the most powerful cult he had ever encountered and the cult that should be eradicated. But equally, the opponent's strength was also the strongest evil cultivator he had ever encountered. He really has no confidence that he can kill the remaining three Blood Warriors just by relying on ordinary magical weapons. A weaker attack will only make the remaining three semi-demonized in advance.

A half-demon person is so difficult to deal with. If the remaining three appear again, they will not be able to handle it at all, and they may very well lose their lives.

If they retreated like this, their trip would have been a total failure. The Black Evil Cult will definitely turn from light to darkness and disappear again. It would completely wipe out the reputation he had built up over the years.

When Liu Jing thought of the sarcastic looks that others looked at him, Liu Jing felt his breath coming out of his chest, feeling extremely depressed and uncomfortable.

Han Li's urging pushed him to the edge of choice.

"Senior Brother Liu, should we retreat first! The strength of the Black Evil Sect is far beyond our expectations. If we don't leave, it will be too late." Senior Brother Wang, who was rescued by Han Li, came over hesitantly and whispered. said. Liu Jing clearly saw cowardice in his evasive eyes.

"Withdraw? After doing this, I will probably have the same image in the eyes of other brothers and sisters!" Liu Jing thought with a wry smile.

"Everyone fly to the sky to protect me. Leave the remaining three Blood Warriors to me!" Liu Jing smiled slightly and said calmly.

At the same time, I silently thought:

"It seems that the only way to use that thing is to use it! Only in this way can we succeed in the battle and keep our reputation from being damaged. Although it is the thing that saves my life."

"Senior Brother Liu, do you want to deal with the remaining Blood Warriors alone?"

Not only Senior Brother Wang in front of him, but also other people nearby had expressions of disbelief on their faces after hearing Liu Jing's words. This expression made Liu Jing feel very painful.

However, on the surface, he still acted as if nothing had happened, and flew the weapon into the air without saying a word. At the same time, he solemnly took out a flaming red jade box from his storage bag.

At this time, Liu Jing had completely returned to his usual calmness and a confident look. This made the others look at each other, gain some confidence in it, and fly into the air as well.

Looking at the jade box in his hand, Liu Jing showed a trace of reluctance on his face, but then his expression suddenly changed and he suddenly slapped the box with both hands.

Suddenly, the entire box shattered inch by inch, revealing a strange talisman wrapped in red light.

There is a fiery red firebird pattern on the talisman. The firebird keeps waving its wings and flying back and forth in the middle of the talisman. It can move freely like a real bird. The bird's eyes even glow with a faint blue light and rotate from time to time.

What's even more shocking is that as soon as the talisman appeared, hot air radiated out in circles, causing the temperature of the space dozens of feet nearby to rise suddenly, making others' mouths go dry!

Song Meng and others, who had just approached, happened to see this amazing talisman appear.

"Fu Bao!" Song Meng shouted as soon as he saw this object.

"No, this is not an ordinary talisman, this... this is a real treasure!" When Senior Brother Wang saw this talisman that looked like a talisman but had strange phenomena, he screamed as if he had seen a ghost. road.

People who knew "Zhenbao" were equally surprised when they heard this.

Although the so-called "real treasure" is also a talisman, it is very different from ordinary talismans and has many distinct differences.

First of all, ordinary talisman has at most one-tenth of the power of the original talisman, which is considered top-notch. The real treasure can contain one-third of the power of the original magic weapon, which is not comparable to ordinary talisman treasures.

Secondly, when a true treasure is born, it must be refined by the blood of the owner of the magic weapon. Only descendants with a specific bloodline can use these true treasures, not just anyone. Otherwise, these true treasures will be automatically destroyed as soon as spiritual energy is injected into them.

With the above advantages, of course real treasures also have great flaws, otherwise all the treasures left by our ancestors would be this kind of real treasures.

The biggest flaw of the real treasure is that although it can contain several times more power than ordinary talismans, it can only be used as a one-time consumable. Once the power is used, it will be fully exerted on the spot, without any discount, and there will be no second chance to use it. Therefore, the practicality is greatly reduced compared to ordinary talismans.

But what really restricts the rareness of such true treasures from being handed down is another extremely harsh condition.

Once a magic weapon is refined into a real treasure through blood, the lost power of the magic weapon will be permanent and cannot be refined to make up for it. This makes some senior monks who know that their time is coming are still unable to do this with the magical treasures that are usually as precious as their lives, and would rather choose to leave a few more talismans for future generations.

Therefore, some monks jokingly said that in the world of immortality, the number of real treasures is much rarer than the number of magical treasures.

Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, it is not far from the truth!