I got the underworld gift pack

Wait until there is only Fengcheng City Lord left in the hall.Then there was a sneer on his face.

"This Xu Chuan is really surprising. But I am sure to get the blood of the wild ancient beast."

Obtaining the bloodline of wild ancient beasts will make his morality skyrocket, even comparable to Emperor Xia's level, how can he give up?

The cultivation of monsters, the more difficult it is to get to the top, the more help from foreign objects is needed. Obtaining the blood of wild and ancient beasts can even allow him to ascend through the sky and become a fairy in the upper realm. That is what every cultivator really desires .

"No one can stop me. The Emperor Xia himself is not in the Xia Dynasty recently, so Xu Chuan will definitely not give the treasure to the Emperor Xia, and it is still in his hands?"

The Lord of Fengcheng had murderous intent in his eyes. He flipped his palm, and a strange token appeared in his hand. On the surface of the token, there was the simple handwriting "Crane Wind", and on the back was a bird spirit.

"Gu Zong..."

He was arraigned.

……

Time passed, the first month when Xu Chuan was attacked and pierced through the dantian by the nine-headed demon snake.In the sky above Dingzhou Fucheng, a golden light shrouded a cave palace, as if forming a strange scene.

There are people offering prayers below.That's where Duke Xiansheng is.

"Young Lord was injured by the monster for us."

"That golden light is protected by Emperor Xia."

"Your Majesty will be safe and sound."

In Xu's mansion, Xu Dingyuan brought the Xu family up and down, and even Necromancer was waiting.

It is certain that Xu Chuan is not dead, but no one was summoned, and he did not show up. What are you doing?

Many people speculated that Xu Chuan must be seriously injured and dying, still struggling.

In the cave palace.

One month has passed in the outside world, and ninety months have passed in the stone box, that is, nearly seven and a half years. During these seven and a half years, Xu Chuan has been immersed in the sword world of golden blood.

On this day, the sword light on Xu Chuan's body gradually became almost perfect from being surrounded by chaos...

Chapter 36 Reputation Skyrockets

The perfect sword light seems to form a space of its own.

Twelve layers of artistic conception!

Xu Chuan almost forgot everything and was completely immersed in the kendo of this drop of golden blood.

This Immortal Slaying Sword was obtained by the nine-headed demon snake from a desperate place. When it was obtained, not a single blade of grass would grow within a thousand feet, and all living things would be extinct. Because it was a broken sword, the spirit of the magic weapon had long since dissipated, so it was impossible to recognize its owner, but the sword alone "Instinct Sword Intent" is extremely terrifying!Once the Zhanxian Duanjian is released, it will never stop until it kills the enemy. The nine-headed demon snake even killed a deadly enemy with this Zhanxian Duanjian!

He has three avatars, and the avatars are ready to die at any time, and they are ready to die at any time, and they are not prepared to take back the treasures they carry.If Xu Chuan had only one dantian, with the sharpness of the Immortal Sword, he really couldn't stop it, and he would be crippled in an instant.

However, Xu Chuan has nine dantians, and the loss of one has no effect on him at all.

What's more, the nine-headed demon snake didn't expect that the most precious thing about this sword is not the broken sword itself, but a drop of golden blood on the sword!

This drop of golden blood is the blood of an immortal whose kendo artistic conception reached the level of "holy". When this immortal fell, the immortal blood dripped on his broken sword, and the artistic conception contained was like a lighthouse in the vast sea. Xu Chuan pointed out the way forward.

Although Xu Chuan practiced for a short period of time, his prestige value has increased, and his understanding has already reached an unimaginable level. In addition, he has accumulated many treasures.

At this moment, Xu Chuan really saw that the ultimate direction of Jian Xinhua's various kendos was his unique "Geshi" artistic conception kendo.

Perfect, perfect.

He saw the past life, saw the present life, saw the common people under the rotation of the heavenly law, and the comprehension practitioners who were arrogant in the face of the mundane, and panicked in the face of the catastrophe.

Heaven is ruthless.

The mood is different.

Only a sword that contains artistic conception and will has infinite toughness and infinite possibilities.

The will of the living beings is to create infinite possibilities from the impossible.

"This is my way of swordsmanship, artistic conception No. 12, but it is still far from the real thirteenth level of Dzogchen, where is the difference?"

Xu Chuan felt that he was close to "consummation". Even as a legendary level swordsmanship artistic conception, the twelfth level of artistic conception is now comparable to ordinary artistic conception.

Just a little bit.

But what is this little bit?

"The comprehension of the golden blood comes violently, and it will gradually recede. If you can't comprehend it this time, it will be difficult if you have another chance." Xu Chuan can feel that with time, such things as epiphany will dissipate.

"Is my comprehension not enough?"

It is too difficult to achieve a perfect artistic conception. There are only a few monks with a perfect artistic conception in the entire Xia Dynasty, and the legend of a perfect artistic conception is even more legendary.

It took thousands of years for the cultivator of Huashen to achieve it, how long has Xu Chuan practiced?

On this point, Xu Chuan felt in the stone box for more than seven years, time is still flowing, the time outside is passing day by day, and the time in the stone box is speeding up ninety times.

In a blink of an eye, the outside world has passed half a year.

In the past half a year, the outside world has returned to calm, and the turmoil that Xianshenggong Hou Xu Chuan was attacked by the nine-headed demon snake has long since subsided.

But the golden light above the Dingzhou mansion, and the palaces and caves in it all proved the battle that day.

Xu Fuzhong.

Su Qing, Miaoyin, Xu Lang and others have all lived in Xu's house in Dingzhou.

"My aunt has no news yet." In Xu's mansion, a middle-aged woman was walking down the corridor, looking up at the golden light in the sky. She had just brought soup to Mrs. Su Qing.

All the maids passing by saluted her respectfully.Calling Aunt Lianxing.

She is Lian Xing, and she is also a chief executive of the Duke's Mansion. After more than 20 years, she is now nearly forty years old. Qi is not even congenital, so the traces of time are naturally more obvious.

For more than 20 years, as long as she can see Lord Hou, she feels at ease. Lian Xing has never expected any status, and she is very satisfied now.

"I believe that my uncle will survive this disaster safely." There was a firm light in her eyes.

"Shh."

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in Xu's residence.

Everything is at a standstill.

No matter what people were doing in the entire Xu Mansion courtyard, no matter if they were monks or ordinary people, they all fell into a stillness.

A middle-aged monk in a green robe appeared in the courtyard.

Stroll in.

This courtyard is the courtyard of Mrs. Duke Su Qing, and Mrs. Miaoyin's courtyard is in another place.

"Regardless of whether Xu Chuan is dead or not, this lady is his most cherished one. The condition owed to Gu Zong is over." The middle-aged monk thought to himself.

Xu Chuan has two wives, one is Princess Miaoyin, who is the youngest daughter of Emperor Xia, so of course he can't move.The other is easy to say.

In the room, Xu Lang and Xia Bing were accompanying Su Qing. Suddenly Xu Lang raised his eyelids and looked at the door. The door opened without wind, and a middle-aged monk walked in.

"You are?" Xu Lang and Xia Bing frowned.On the contrary, Su Qing just looked indifferently at the middle-aged monk who suddenly appeared.

"Who am I? You don't need to ask any more questions. Duke Xiansheng is a prince of the imperial court with an honorable status. I won't hurt you either." The middle-aged monk smiled.

"Those who come are not kind, and those who are kind don't come. Your Excellency came here uninvited. You must have a plan. You don't need to go around in circles, just say it." Xu Lang looked at the monk and said.

The middle-aged monk smiled.

"The tiger father has no dogs, but Xu Chuan has a good son." As he spoke, his eyes swept away.

Xu Lang couldn't move or speak.

Xia Bing's face changed.She had seen this scene before. When Xu Chuan broke down the Young Master's Hall, his eyes swept away, and the monks in the entire hall couldn't move.

"you are?"

"Madam, come with me." The middle-aged monk looked at Su Qing.

Su Qing didn't speak.

The middle-aged monk shook his head and sighed, his gaze was like looking at an ant.

"Aren't you afraid of the imperial court?" Xia Bing said.

"The imperial court? I just borrowed my wife's two steps to speak, how could the imperial court convict me." The middle-aged monk said, he raised his palm.

But his palm just moved,

Suddenly, a bone-piercing cold enveloped him.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged monk's face changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look.I saw a figure in the courtyard outside the room at some point, that figure was dressed in white clothes like snow, holding a delicate short knife in his hand, standing there like a gentle and elegant jade.

"Father." Xia Bing said happily.

"Uncle." Xu Lang was able to move again and spoke.

Su Qing's face remained indifferent.

The middle-aged monk looked at the figure in the courtyard fearfully, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes, and said in surprise:

"Xia Wuzheng? Have you become a Nascent Soul?"

"Just passed the catastrophe." The figure in white nodded.

"Do you know who I am?" the middle-aged monk said in a deep voice.

"Besides Taoist Priest Guanyun, who else would do such a dirty job?" Xia Wuzheng said.

Taoist Guanyun smiled: "The old man was defeated in Dingzhou to compete for the position of state shepherd. Since then, he has been at ease in the world. I didn't expect to be recognized by others. You know it's me, and you dare to show up? I heard that you got the ancient god tablet , the way of artistic conception is advancing by leaps and bounds, but I am "Qingfeng" artistic conception, you want to stop me?"

It is obviously embarrassing to lose in the battle for the state shepherd's position, but he said it seems very honorable, because losing the state shepherd's position and not dying is itself a symbol of strength.

"Satisfactory artistic conception?" Xia Wuzheng looked over.

boom.

without the slightest sign,

A huge crack opened directly on the ground in the courtyard, and the crack was like a knife mark.

The moment the crack appeared.

Taoist Guan Yun's face changed, and he quickly raised his palm.

"Boom~~" Daoist Guan Yun clapped out his palm, like a cloud dragon slicing across the sky, causing howls of gusts of wind, and twists and turns of real energy storms.

"Bang!" Like an explosion, there was a loud noise in the courtyard, Daoist Guan Yun's hand was so fast that it was almost blurred, and a red light could be seen vaguely.

But invisibly, there seemed to be a faster knife light falling, and the knife was invisible, only cracks appeared on the ground.

The two did not dodge in the slightest, and directly collided with each other.

"Pfft!" A deep and slight voice sounded.

"Wow~~" A pool of blood suddenly appeared in the room, and the blood mist drifted away.

The figure of Taoist Priest Guanyun disappeared.

"Okay, what a Xia Wuzheng. How long has it been since you reached Consummation and survived the Nascent Soul Tribulation. From now on, there will be another Consummated strong man in the world, but you want to kill me? It's not enough, haha."

The voice came from the courtyard, but Xia Wuzheng just watched it coldly.

"The one who escaped was fast. He didn't die when he failed to compete for the state shepherd's position back then, that's because he escaped quickly."

……

This is a trivial matter that happened in Xu's residence, few people know about it.So what if the monks know about the ordinary military guards of the imperial court?

another place.

The city lord of Fengcheng looked at the spirit monster in front of him.

"Failed?"

The ghost said: "Whether Xu Chuan dies or not, all the treasures will definitely be handed over to his wife and heirs, so it is best to catch his wife. This time I failed. If I want to succeed [-]%, I have to pay a big price. The city lord You have to think about it."

The lord of Fengcheng had an ugly expression on his face. Gu Zong was greedy when doing business.

"let me think again."

"it is good."

……