Longevity begins with whale hunting

Poof!

When the head exploded, it was instantly frozen in midair.

But it was useless. The divine rune master was completely dead, and every thought was wiped out.

On the sand sea.

"Sure enough... it is impossible to plunder the inheritance. There must be some restrictions in this inheritance. Once it is touched, it will die."

Bai Xuan's mind moved, and the two thousand second-tribulation divine thoughts rolled back.

If it is so easy to get the corresponding inheritance, why do you need to practice?

However, Bai Xuan did not lose.

This was just a casual thing. He had obtained a lot of secret information and had a deeper understanding of the Divine Court, so he knew how to find this line of inheritance.

When he searched the soul just now, he saw that the other party was almost full of blood debts. What kind of behavior is to torture virgins to death, suck the blood of warriors, and slaughter a small tribe overnight... and so on.

Divine rune masters have to practice asceticism almost since childhood, and they are not even allowed to speak. Many divine rune masters have deep psychological accumulation and become extremely sick. Once they grow up, they will fight back.

"This corpse cannot be left behind."

Since Bai Xuan had taken action, he had to leave it clean.

As soon as he concentrated his mind, the terrifying divine consciousness was like a storm, sweeping in all directions!

As long as it was not condensed, the speed of divine consciousness was close to the speed of light.

Bai Xuan's divine consciousness was in perfect form, and no matter how far it flew, it would hardly disintegrate. In an instant, he caught a huge demon scorpion thousands of miles away.

This giant scorpion was sleeping at the bottom of the yellow sand, with six golden lines on its back. Its aura was terrifying, and it had already stepped into the Pure Yang realm, and it had walked a long distance.

Bai Xuan's divine consciousness swept through and shot into its brain in an instant. The giant scorpion suddenly opened its eyes and struggled fiercely.

When the giant scorpion moved, it smashed everything within a hundred miles underground. With a swing of its six huge sharp scorpion tails, even a few mountains could be easily blasted into dust.

However, its spiritual power naturally could not compare with Bai Xuan. After only a few dozen breaths, the spiritual power of the giant scorpion was defeated step by step, and was finally attacked by Bai Xuan's thousands of second-level thoughts, and occupied its main position with a bang.

This six-tailed demon giant scorpion, with only six eyes slightly lit up, suddenly broke through the sand, and in just a moment, it rushed out with a bang, like a small mountain!

This giant scorpion lay respectfully on the sand dune, with its blade feet like pillars. With a slight breath, the air holes on the blade feet rolled up a strong wind, sweeping across the vast sand dune.

"It is still in the outside world that I can exert my cultivation."

Bai Xuan was satisfied.

On Yun Island, no matter how strong his spiritual power was, he basically comprehended the essence of Tao and manipulated the Dao domain to attack the opponent.

To be like this, the spiritual power swept out, up to the sky and into the earth, omnipotent, and a command would make the demons surrender.

That is absolutely impossible.

But now, he just swept past casually and subdued this pure yang god and demon. One thought can make people live, and one thought can make people die.

"However, although this soul-stealing technique is extremely domineering, it is also limited. It takes two thousand thoughts to possess a body, and it is impossible to subdue many puppets even if you go all out."

"It is estimated that you need to practice this "Thousand Souls Seizing and Soul-Dividing Secret Book" to a very high level before you can use only a few hundred thoughts to seize a puppet, or even transform other people's thoughts into your own, and spread them continuously."

Bai Xuan's thoughts just turned, and the six-tailed giant scorpion demon flicked its six tails, splitting the sand dunes within a radius of a hundred miles, leaving traces of battle.

It bit the next one fiercely, swallowing a river of gravel and the body of the divine script master into its stomach.

"Go."

Bai Xuan's eyes moved, and the six-tailed giant scorpion demon hissed and fled into the sand.

...

Sule tribe

Less than half a day had passed, and there was still a panic atmosphere here. Moreover, for some reason, a terrifying vibration came from afar. Although it was very weak when it came here, it still caused a lot of panic.

After all, such a terrifying vibration spread to the dunes hundreds of miles away, it was probably the work of the Divine Scribe Master, which made many tribesmen feel scared.

How could they know that it was the six-tailed demon scorpion that made the move, tearing the surrounding dunes at will, creating a battle relic.

Under the Sala tree.

Bai Xuan opened his eyes, thought for a moment, but stood up and walked towards the central tent.

In the blink of an eye, he had traveled hundreds of miles back and forth and settled the matter, but this was insignificant. The most important thing was how to get his inheritance.

In the central tent.

"Jimenez, pack your bags now and go directly to New Moon City to hide... Remember, become a more powerful Divine Scribe Master!"

The leader's voice was low.

This disaster will cause heavy losses to the tribe, but there is no other way but to obey. His only way is to let his little daughter grow up as soon as possible, only in this way can she get rid of the fate of being ruled.

"Yes, father."

The girl apprentice was anxious and worried, and suddenly the big tent was opened, and a figure walked in directly.

"Who are you?"

The leader frowned immediately. He didn't know the person coming, and immediately pressed the sword at his waist.

"It's the ascetic monk! Father, this is the one who saved us on the sand dunes and killed the three-tailed scorpion."

Jimenez was shocked, but he was a little happy to see the person coming, and he spoke.

"Ascetic monk?"

The leader's eyes sank, and he looked at Bai Xuan cautiously. He knew this kind of people, but he didn't think that Bai Xuan had the ability to deal with the divine script master.

"I have a way. I know a divine scribe who can solve this problem, but it requires paying a certain price. He is a money-grubbing person."

Bai Xuan said calmly.

"You know a divine scribe..."

The leader was surprised and his tone changed.

"You invite him to come over and let me talk to the divine scribe."

Bai Xuan said calmly.

…

A few days passed in a hurry.

Three hundred miles away.

"It has been found out... Mu Yue was devoured by a six-tailed scorpion in the end. He only condensed one divine inscription and was unable to fight against an enemy of this level."

A man whose whole body was shrouded in the brilliance of divine writings said calmly.

In front of him was a mass of filth that had turned into dust. There were some undigested gold and silver utensils in it that had been smelted into a ball by the stomach acid of the six-tailed scorpion, and some traces of the original state could barely be seen.

When Bai Xuan takes action, he naturally takes care of both ends. The Divine Court rules this endless sea of ​​sand, and any death of a divine scriptor will be traced by powerful beings.

However, the result of the investigation was this piece of feces.

"Useless things."

Another divine scribe was extremely cold, "It's such a shame to be killed by a demon."

"It's not necessarily a demon, maybe it's another divine scribe. It's just that the body was devoured by the demon... Anyway, as long as we can communicate."

The leading divine scriptor said in a low voice.

Actually.

I don’t know how many divine writers there are. It is very common for them to compete with each other for treasures, influence tribes, and intercept and kill each other.

As long as it is not found out, Shenting will not bother to take care of it.

These low-level divine writers live and die in a matter of thoughts, who would care?

"Let's go."

The divine scriptor moved and said, "Lord Ribbon is coming to New Moon City soon. This is a supreme honor that cannot be missed."

"This lord can easily reward us with a drop of true silver holy water, which can promote us to a higher level."

"yes."

Another divine scribe also showed a look of longing.

The spiritual cultivation of the divine inscription master naturally requires extremely hard work, tempering the will and polishing the thoughts little by little.

But unlike the "Immortal Thunder Tribulation Sutra", when they were about to break through, they did not overcome the calamity and break through, but absorbed this "true silver energy" to strengthen themselves and break through a certain limit.

The gas turns into mist, the mist turns into water, the water turns into crystals, and the crystals are refined into gods!

They are all just fog-level divine scripters. If they can get a drop of true silver holy water, it will be enough to increase their strength to a terrifying level in one breath, and they can sweep through them at will among the same level.

now.

The two divine script masters didn't bother to care about the dead divine script master at all. They moved and disappeared here.

As for the tribes within thousands of miles...

In their eyes, the tribesmen were even more like ants. Who would care about searching?

…

Sule tribe.

"I have been practicing in the past few days and my improvement has been quite rapid."

Bai Xuan opened his eyes.

The two inheritances he chose are not particularly core types. Unlike the "True Interpretation of Water and Fire" or "The Sutra of Immortal Thunder Tribulation", they may not be able to be perfected in hundreds of years.

It is a technique of application. As long as the level is reached, the speed of understanding is not slow.

If even the cultivation of Bai Xuan's spiritual thoughts is difficult and difficult, then can a genius still master it?

With a twitch, Bai Xuan separated out a series of spiritual thoughts. As soon as the second-level thoughts moved, they split open in an instant and more were separated.

Wow!

The thought of two calamities was divided into sixteen pieces in one breath, and then the electric light on it weakened and turned into a faint light.

"One minute and sixteen. With this hand, I can control more servants who are much weaker than me, and control an army of terrifying monsters by myself."

Bai Xuan thought and restrained himself.

Now, with a single thought, he can seize the bodies of the entire Sule tribe and turn them into puppets easily.

However, this hand should not be moved lightly. The divine text master is also a practitioner of spiritual thoughts, with ancient and powerful inheritance. Such a crude method can be recognized at a glance, and it is useless to use it.

"At most, you can control some demons. There are countless ancient and powerful demons in the sand sea of ​​this world. You can go deep into them and conquer them one by one. This is also a fortune."

Bai Xuan thought in his heart.

For example, the six-tailed demon scorpion he conquered is worth a lot of money, and can be exchanged for at least a few hundred points.

now.

The area around the market has become much deserted, and about half of the people have left.

In the past few days, he has established a foothold here. When the divine scribe arrived, almost most of the people passing by had already fled.

As an ordinary ascetic monk, he was the only one who never left. He was also met several times by the tribal leader to discuss the plan on how to deal with the divine scribe.

Right now.

"Sir Bai Xi, the leader wants you to come over. The master of divine script is here."

A scimitar warrior hurried over and said quickly.

Bai Xuan stood up and entered the newly built tent in just a moment.

In the middle of the camp, the leader was sweating profusely and receiving a divine scribe.

This divine scribe is quite handsome, with ten fingers covered with crystal clear gemstone rings of various colors, and a dozen jade necklaces of different sizes hanging around his neck. The whole figure seems to be wrapped in jewels, and his eyebrows are now Quite dissatisfied.

"Who knows me? Ascetic monk? Just kidding, who would know these poor people? If you can't tell the reason why you invited me here..."

The divine scribe was stroking his very prominent belly and complaining.

But as soon as he saw Bai Xuan come in, holding a green pearl in his palm, he immediately jumped up, his expression of dissatisfaction disappeared, and a faint light appeared in his eyes, shooting out ten feet away.

"The six-tailed scorpion's poison-proof beads!"

"This is a meeting gift for you, Priest Luo Ya. I am Bai Xi. You should be familiar with me."

Bai Xuan said calmly.

"That's right, very familiar."

Roja was ecstatic, took the green pearl from Bai Xuan's hand, played with it carefully, and exhaled with satisfaction after a moment.

"Very well, that idiot Mu Yue actually came to trouble my friend. I will let him know the majesty of the eternal commandments."

He was so good that he changed his names. The leader next to him was stunned for a moment, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"As long as you like this bead."

Bai Xuan smiled flatly.

Luo Ya, the divine inscription master who looks quite rich, is both a Qi-level divine inscription master and Mu Yue, but he has already condensed three divine inscriptions, so his strength is not the same.

Roja was born in a poor tribe and was very greedy for money. As long as he had enough treasures, even a low-status slave could ask him to do work. Although his conduct could not be said to be superior, he was still very good and had not committed any evil deeds such as killing and killing at will.

Bai Xuan searched Mu Yue's memories. The secrets of inheritance related to the Divine Court were naturally difficult to obtain, but the hobbies, bad habits, and interpersonal relationships of each of the divine writers he knew in the New Moon City. ...everything is available.

As for the scorpion bead, of course he took it from his pet casually. This kind of thing could be taken away at will for him, but for a Qi-level divine scripter, it was rare.

Demons at the pure Yang level can only be suppressed by at least a mist divine scripter.

"Very good, very good. I have made you my friend."

Luo Ya happily put away the scorpion bead.

Naturally, he did not hesitate at all. Such scorpion beads are often dropped by scorpions when they shed their shells. One of them is extremely valuable, and can be exchanged for at least three rays of true silver energy.

It's really easy to protect a tribe for this.

Of course, Bai Xuan's purpose was not to protect a tribe, but to call a divine scripter to stay temporarily for a few days.

Only three days.

"You want to become a divine scribe?"

Luo Ya has been successfully bought by Bai Xuan with a few small things, such as a black crystal in the depths of the desert, or a giant centipede that sheds its skin twelve times. These things are naturally nothing to Bai Xuan, but To Roja, every piece is precious.

He was lying lazily on the cashmere blanket, stroking the huge centipede on his arm, and said, "As for other things, I just do it as I please. But becoming a divine scribe... this is not what I said. Forget it, let me test your mental will."

Buzz!

His spiritual thought was immediately withdrawn, and he collided with Bai Xuan's dim thought, and immediately showed a look of surprise.

"You have such a strong spirit and will, and you only have one more way to go."