Mortal Cultivator

An hour passed, and Wang Lu looked at the sea on the terrace, seeming to be thinking about something.

"roar!!!!!"

A loud noise brought Wang Lu back to reality. A thing thousands of feet tall jumped out of the water, let out a strange roar, and pushed its head toward the Wanbao. However, the giant ship shook slightly and continued sailing without any damage.

"Desolate beast?"

Wang Lu squinted at the huge monster that sank back to the bottom of the sea. He had heard of this kind of thing. There was the boundless sea outside the Blackwater Mountains, but what stopped the monks from going to other continents was not the long journey, but the large number of monsters in the sea. The wild beast is something more terrifying than the monster beast.

Demonic beasts will turn into human forms when their cultivation level is high, and it is said that these desolate beasts will not be able to transform even if they reach the god transformation stage. Judging from the aura of the desolate beast just now, it is thicker than the aura on Shuiyun. I am afraid that it has already It is the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

After being treated like this by the wild beast, Wang Lu did not stay in a daze outside and returned to the room.

"In more than a month, we will reach the Sword Valley Strait on this map. According to Huo Qi, there is a place where you can train your body."

Wang Lu took out a map with various locations marked on it. After condensing the Bleeding Seed, external force was needed to temper the body, and the Sword Valley Strait had the external force he needed.

…

The years pass.

Two months passed quickly.

Wang Lu felt that the Wanbao had stopped, so he stood up and walked outside. Shui Yun and Shui Ling'er also left their respective rooms, and the three of them walked out of the cabin together.

The terrace outside was already full of monks. As soon as the formation was opened, a group of people rushed out like a scourge.

"The ship has been parked for a year, and we won't wait until we return home late!"

A voice sounded, and the group of monks rushed faster.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! This is the place where the leader of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Sect and the Soul Chief fell. The inheritance of the two people must be here... If they can inherit it arbitrarily, they will definitely be invincible in the world. Come on!"

Some monks shouted excitedly, causing some low-level monks to feel as if they had taken acacia pills, and there was a commotion all over their bodies.

The monks with a slightly higher level of cultivation were not so rude. Some of the alchemy monks had not yet left the boat. They were looking at the strait one by one, as if they were choosing a direction, because the strait did not run straight through, and there were many cracks, just like spider threads. The one in the middle is quite huge and conspicuous.

Wang Lu and the other three were naturally waiting and watching.

There is a strange scenery in front of the Wanbao. It is a huge canyon. The walls of the canyon are made of sea water. The sea water is divided in the middle and cannot be closed for some unknown reason.

At this moment, Huo Qifei came over and Wang Lu said hello. Seeing the three people marveling at the strait, Huo Qifei answered for them:

"To talk about the origin of this place, we have to talk about a demon three thousand years ago, the Soul Chief."

"This Soul Leader is also a legend. He was originally a low-level monk. After being killed by a demon cultivator, he became a brat in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. He should have stayed in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner for two years before losing his mind."

"But this genius, a genius, took advantage of his intelligence to create a technique of his own, and swallowed up the entire imp in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Later, even the owner of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was devoured..."

"So far, it's nothing, but this son seems to have lost his humanity in the soul banner. After turning into a god, he actually started killing monks. If there are only one or two people, no one is willing to provoke him, but this soul chief can kill an entire city, so the cultivators Because of the rapid growth, his technique can actually swallow people's souls to strengthen himself. "

"It can be said that everyone in the entire continent is in danger. In the end, the ancestor of the largest sect in Yun Shangtian, the Sky-Destroying Sword Sect, was born. He fought with the Soul Chief with the peak level of god transformation. Since then, there has been no news from the two..."

Having said this, Huo Qi paused for a moment before speaking again:

"Um... Actually, no one knows the cultivation level of these two people. Do you think this place could have been created by a monk who transformed into a god?"

Huo Qi asked back.

Shuiyun on the side frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said: "Impossible, there is no way that a monk who transforms into gods can have such great power!"

The three people on the side also thought so. Seeing Shuiyun, the Nascent Soul monk, say this, they became even more convinced.

"So is there any inheritance here?"

Wang Lu asked, he was more concerned about this.

"Hehehe... Who can say for sure, but this place has been searched all over by the monks of the Tianzhan Sword Sect. Even if there is one, it is gone. Otherwise, the monks may have been stationed here."

While several people were talking, another monk came out of the cabin.

A cold gaze glanced at Wang Lu. Wang Lu felt the gaze and turned around to see Jin Yu and an old man walking out of the cabin. The old man's cultivation was a bit more powerful than Shui Yun.

However, the two of them did not stop, and soon left the Wanbao and flew towards the strait.

"Don't be afraid, that person is also in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but his cultivation is a little more mature than mine."

Shuiyun said, if he was not so crazy in the past, but now he has a long lifespan and can use many more methods than ordinary Nascent Soul monks, even if he has a thousand years of lifespan and uses some forbidden skills to kill A monk of the same level is not necessarily impossible.

"Senior Shuiyun, I have a small favor for you to do." Huo Qi suddenly said. Regarding Shuiyun who had already achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, he had already changed his name to "senior". This is the case in the world of cultivation. Everything is based on strength.

"You don't have to be like this, Fellow Daoist Huo. Just say whatever you want." Shuiyun saw Huo Qi being so respectful and said quickly.

"Haha... It's not a big deal. It's just that I have obtained a gold-forming elixir from my family. I want to form the elixir here. My uncle has something to do and I want to ask a few fellow Taoists to help protect the law..."

Huo Qi said embarrassedly, and naturally they would not refuse, and soon they came to an open space at the strait.

…

Several people sat down on different places and began to protect the law. Huo Qi first meditated for a day before taking out a pill, which was slightly golden.

Wang Lu was on the side, and when he saw the quality of the golden pill, he suddenly said: "Senior Huo, can you show it to me first?"

"Take it, I'm not in a hurry."

Huo Qi waved his hand and the pill flew to Wang Lu. He knew that Wang Lu was an alchemist, so he naturally didn't say much and generously handed the pill to Wang Lu.

Shui Ling'er on the side looked at it blankly, confused.

Soon Wang Lu returned the pill to Huo Qi. After studying it just now, this golden pill should be of high quality, and the price is not comparable to that of low quality, which can also be said to be a world of difference. The quality of the high quality is something that cannot be bought with spirit stones, and can only be obtained through barter. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are not the same kind of pills.

He didn't just look at the quality, he also looked at the medicinal properties and the structure of the pill. Although it was hazy, he had a general idea.

"7th grade pill?"

Wang Lu murmured, feeling that the grade was more than 7th grade, or in other words, if he wanted to refine a top-grade pill, it would have reached the difficulty of the 8th grade. Although he had reached the 8th grade alchemist, it would be difficult to refine it.