Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 3 Spiritual Root Awakening, Eighth Level of Qi Practice

"He's still a child!" Xue Xin shouted.

"He shouldn't have come."

The old man was silent for a long time before asking in a trembling voice:
"Why did you kill him? With his cultivation base, he can't withstand the erosion of the Nether Fragrance, and the memory of tonight will also disappear."

Xue Leng looked at the corpse in his hand, sighed and said:
"So my hands were stained with blood again, but there was no turning back, the debt was too heavy, and no one is born to like to kill."

The old man held a storage bag in one hand and a small palm-sized shield magic weapon in the other, and did not speak.

"Old man, pack up everything quickly, we should leave."

The old man remained silent, just staring blankly at Wang Xiaowu's body.

Xue Leng stood for a while, seeing that the old man stopped talking, smiled slightly, and put the corpse in his hand into the storage bag.

Without saying much, they quietly walked out of the house, and the two passed by.

Passing the old man who was stunned in place, Xue Leng walked forward slowly, looked at the blood on his hand, shook his head lightly, and said in his heart:
"Shuanglinggen's aptitude is not bad, let's go on the road to Huangquan, if you can continue the fairy fate in the next life, Xue will definitely take care of him."

By the time the two of them detoured to avoid the others and returned home, it was almost midnight.

There was no words all the way, after returning to the bedroom, Xue Leng walked to the bed, stretched out his hands and lifted the bed up forcefully.

Afterwards, he slowly stretched out his left foot, and lightly tapped the floor a few times.

"Boom~"

A dark and deep secret path was revealed along the way.

"call."

Looking at the hole under the bed, Xue Leng let out a rather carefree breath.

Immediately, he clapped his hands again, shaking off the dust on his hands lightly.

After finishing all this, he turned his head to look at Xue Xin behind him, and said with a smile on his face:

"Old man, please give me two more drops of blood essence. With these two corpses, I will definitely be able to break through the bottleneck in the late stage of Qi training tonight."

"Leng'er, to be honest, in the past few years, if it weren't for some of your subconscious little habits, I would still be the same as when I was a child, I almost...almost..."

The old man stared at Xue Leng motionlessly, with a hint of hope brewing in his cloudy eyes, mixed with a little panic.

"Old man, don't think about it. Tomorrow, as long as you pass the entrance examination, everything will be fine."

Hearing this, Xue Leng stretched out his hand to take down the old man's storage bag, and calmly said a few words of relief, but there was quite a stir in his heart.

He wasn't shocked by the old man's suspicion, and he was even mentally prepared.

Because no matter how similar an outsider pretends to be, it is impossible to deceive the relatives who get along day and night.

What really shocked him was that his words and deeds were exactly the same as the original native "Xue Leng"!
how can that be!

Xue Leng was Xue Leng after all, his mind fluctuated for a moment, and then he regained his composure.

After all, there are still important things to do tonight, and there will be plenty of time to deal with these side issues later.

【Name: Xue Leng】

[Spiritual Roots: Water, Wood, Metal (mutation in progress)]

[Life span: 26/95 years old]

【Boundary: Sixth Level of Qi Training】

[Cultivation method: Mingshui Jue]

[Skill: Yin Deficiency Finger (Perfect)]

[Talent: Scarlet Pact (Blood Extraction 0.7)]

"It seems that after refining three more blood essence pills, the spiritual root will usher in a real qualitative change."

Feeling a glance at the panel in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Xue Leng walked briskly into the underground secret room.

The old man was still as usual, silently guarding outside, and set up a small defensive formation.

"Tread~step~"

Not long after, the underground secret passage came to an end, and after passing through the stone gate, a stone room with a square meter of Zhang Xu appeared in front of him.

A few glare stones are dotted on the pitch-black stone wall. Although it is still dim, it can barely see.

Such an environment may be somewhat uncomfortable for outsiders.

But Xue Liang didn't feel any discomfort, and even the pores all over his body exuded a pleasant atmosphere.

After stretching comfortably, he started to move.

Skillfully placed the two fresh corpses on the stone bed.

Xue Leng's eyes were fixed, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were put together, and he shouted in a muffled voice:
"Deficient finger, disease!"

Before he finished speaking, a dark-colored spiritual light flowed from his fingertips, and rushed towards Wang Laoliu's neck quickly.

Like a vicious poisonous snake, it sucked greedily.

In just a few breaths, the other party's bloated and fat body became shriveled, like a dried corpse that had been exposed to the sun!
Seeing that the time was almost up, Xue Leng quickly buckled the storage bag with his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, a small scarlet cauldron shook out and landed firmly on the stone bed.

"lead!"

There was another low shout, and because of drinking the blood, the Xuanyin aura, which had turned bright red, rushed into the blood cauldron with a "swoosh".

"call."

Xue Leng let out a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and nodded slightly.

He is still very satisfied with the spell of Yin Deficiency Finger.

Both the power and the applicability are impeccable, and this is the only low-level spell he has practiced in the past three years.

Now it has already reached the level of proficiency, even compared to some ordinary second-level spells, it is not bad.

You know, second-level spells can only be practiced by foundation-building monks!

Take a break.

As for Wang Xiaowu's corpse, he didn't waste it either, and quickly prepared it in the same way.

An hour later.

Xue Leng sat cross-legged on the stone bed stiffly, staring quietly at the blood cauldron in his hand.

No, to be precise, they are the two scarlet pills in the cauldron, Jingxue Pill.

He has refined this pill no less than ten times, and the success rate has reached an astonishing [-]%.

Even, if it wasn't for being too nervous the first two times, there would be no such thing as failure at all.

From this we can see how evil this pill formula is.

a long time.

"Success or failure depends on one stroke, I hope you will not let me down."

Xue Leng took a deep look at the panel in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and swallowed the two pills in the cauldron without hesitation.

"Guru~"

A strange smell mixed with a strong smell of blood exploded from the mouth.

The dizziness that pierced through the sky was suppressed by him before it dissipated.

"Heh~"

After hiccupping, Xue Leng took out another small medicine bottle, which was the last essence blood pill left before.

Ready to take this opportunity together.

Three hours later.

Xue Leng twisted his stiff neck, ignoring to check his own condition, so impatiently immersed his mind into the sea of ​​consciousness.

【Name: Xue Leng】

[Spiritual Root: Blood Spiritual Root]

[Life span: 26/105 years old]

[Boundary: Qi training level 8]

[Cultivation method: Mingshui Jue]

[Skill: Yin Deficiency Finger (Perfect)]

[Talent: Scarlet Pact (Blood Extraction 1)]

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