Immortal weapon refiner

Chapter 121 The prototype of the magic weapon
At the end of autumn, the city of Yunzhou fell, and the situation in the northern part of Feng Kingdom was precarious.

The horse thieves are still wreaking havoc in the grassland, and there is a white field wherever they go.

When the horse thieves broke into the city, the warriors of Luoyun City in Yunzhou held on to the city and resisted tenaciously. However, they could not stop the torrent of iron hoofs and finally died in the battle.

The entire city was plunged into a sea of ​​fire, and the raging flames seemed to burn everything to ashes.

Tuwahar was riding on horseback. He looked at all this with his only remaining eye. The dark eyes reflected the sea of ​​​​fire in front of him.

"Go and get that warrior's sword." Tuvahar pointed to the long sword still tightly clutched in the hand of a dead warrior on the dilapidated street ahead.

If there are people in the world who are still here, they will definitely recognize it at a glance. This is a famous and unique magic weapon named Yueying Lanshuang!
The subordinates took the sword with a poetic name from the burning street and handed it to their leader.

"The skills of the Maple people in forging weapons are indeed great. This is another weapon that meets the requirements of the Immortal." Tuvahar stroked the famous sword with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

That night, the horse thieves camped outside the city to recharge their batteries for the next city.

Bathed in the night, Tuvahar emerged from the tent, holding the Yueying Lanshuang that he had just received today in his hand, and walked to a tent some distance away from the camp.

He bent over, with a respectful look on his face. It was hard to imagine that the leader of the grassland tribe would show such an expression.

"Shangxian, today I received another weapon that meets your requirements."

Soon, a calm voice came out: "Bring it in."

Inside the camp, an old man wearing a yellow robe, disheveled hair, and a strange temperament was sitting inside meditating.

After Tuvahar entered, he didn't even dare to raise his head. He humbly presented the sword with both hands, as if offering an offering.

The old monster in yellow robe took the sword and fumbled with it for a while before showing a satisfied smile:

"Yes, it is indeed a prototype of a magic weapon. If it is refined with a little spiritual power and engraved with formation patterns, it may be called a low-quality magic weapon."

"Tell me, what do you want to change? Talisman or Qi and Blood Pill?"

Tuvahar didn't quite understand the first words of the old monster in yellow robes. It was probably something that only those among them who were cultivating immortals could understand.

But in the latter sentence, he obviously knew that both the talisman and the Qi and Blood Pill had played a considerable role in his unification of most of the grassland tribes in the past few years.

"Shangxian, this time I want to exchange for the method of cultivating immortals!" Tuvahar said humbly, with deep desire hidden in his eyes.

Although he is an ordinary person, he still feels extremely eager for that mysterious method.

The old weirdo in yellow robe frowned, and he said calmly: "I have said before, you do not have spiritual roots, and there is no hope for you in this life and the path to immortality. Besides, you are so old, even if you can practice Taoism, you will not be able to go far. Far."

"It's better to find a good mortal martial arts to practice, and cooperate with the Qi and Blood Pill I gave you. Maybe you can achieve something else."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Tuvahar's eyes, and he said unwillingly: "Exalted Immortal, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality without the so-called spiritual roots?"

"Well, in this regard, God is fair." The old monster in yellow robe said indifferently.

The birth of things like spiritual roots is ethereal, with no rules or signs at all.

Regardless of whether you are born into a noble family or not, God will not treat you differently because of your status.

Maybe a country boy from a rural farmer's family might have spiritual roots.

Of course, there is a saying that has been circulating in the world of immortal cultivators that the offspring born from the union of immortal cultivators and cultivators are more likely to have spiritual roots.

However, this is just a rumor after all and has not yet been confirmed and confirmed.

But even so, those cultivating families in the world of cultivating immortals have chosen to remain self-contained and rarely have contact with ordinary people, just because they are worried that their descendants will be sentimental towards mortals.In order to maintain the prosperity of the family, they must seize even the illusory possibilities that offspring with spiritual roots can be born from time to time.

So this is why it is difficult to see real immortal cultivators in the mortal world. In addition to the thin spiritual energy, this is also a very key factor.

To put it bluntly, there is a difference between immortals and mortals.

For immortal cultivators, they can live for hundreds of years, can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and master various magical spells. In terms of life level, they are actually very different from ordinary people.

Hearing this, Tuwahar lowered his head silently, but he still said with some hope: "Exalted Immortal, I still want the method of cultivating immortals. Maybe my descendants will have this kind of spiritual root qualification?"

If there aren't too many surprises, he will successfully take over the northern part of the Maple Kingdom. This is the pinnacle of great achievements created by the grassland tribes in history.

By then he will be able to establish a country, and his descendants will be able to reproduce smoothly for at least ten generations, not to mention lasting for eternity. If some of the descendants really have the qualifications to cultivate immortality, it will be considered a blessing.

The yellow-robed old monster could somewhat understand Tuvahar's thoughts. He sighed, finally nodded, and said:

"Okay, if you collect two more prototypes of these magical weapons, I will teach you the method of cultivating immortals."

Upon hearing this, Tuvahar's eyes flashed with light, revealing deep ecstasy.

"No problem, thank you for your great kindness!"

The old monster in yellow robe waved his hand and added: "Remember, never send your troops into Xiaocuiling!"

"Also, you are not allowed to reveal my existence under any circumstances, do you understand?"

In response to this, Tuwahar nodded repeatedly, put his hand on his heart, and without asking why, he promised loyally: "Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely do what you say!"

"Well, you can go."

Following the words of the expulsion order, Tuvahar bowed respectfully and exited the camp.

After walking out, he looked at the full moon in the sky, with a look of confidence in his one eye.

Next, he will slow down the pace of destroying the city again. He plans to allocate part of his troops to hunt down warriors in Maple Kingdom and collect this special weapon.

For him, the Feng Kingdom is almost under control. As expected, the royal family of the Feng Kingdom is also preparing to move south.

From now on, he and Feng Kingdom will rule the north and south of this area respectively with Xiaocuiling as the boundary.

Xiaocuiling is a very dangerous mountain range. There are various dangers in the high mountains and ridges, making it very difficult to march and fight.

Moreover, the Immortal also reminded that soldiers and horses must not be allowed to invade Xiaocuiling.

Not only did he want to become the founding monarch and create a strong family fortune for future generations, but he also wanted to give his descendants the opportunity to become immortals.

Once a cultivator is born among his descendants, they will have a ticket to enter the mysterious world of cultivating immortals.

Nothing will ever be different!

He was destined not to see such a scene, and he only hoped that his descendants would not have such regrets.

"I will be a legend in the grassland. Who can compare with me in this achievement from ancient times to the present?"

Tuvahar closed his one eye and murmured softly.

(End of this chapter)