undead warrior

Chapter 403 For the glory of the sect
"Crack!"

There was a heart-shattering crisp sound. It was the sound of bones breaking. Nie Qilin was trampled down by a foot. When the evil monster war spirit slowly raised its foot, it had turned into a shriveled corpse without any nutrients.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. They rubbed their eyes and watched in disbelief. The war spirit instantly killed the war beast. This is an extremely rare scene.

"it is good!"

Following the applause of an elder, soaring applause followed.

Mo Wentian's opponent had a very bad expression on his face, watching him kick the mummy off the martial arts arena, and then put away the evil monster battle spirit.

What was even more irritating was that Mo Wentian raised his hand and hooked his fingers at him, meaning to come here if you are not convinced.

"I'll kill you!"

The disciple of Zhetianzong let out a strange cry, a long spear appeared in his hand, and rushed towards Mo Wentian like crazy.

"Whoa..."

The sound of the chain shaking sounded, and the Suiyue Knife had already protruded from Mo Wentian's palm, his eyes narrowed, his pupils became pitch black, and he watched the opponent approaching coldly.

"The sea of ​​bitterness knows no bounds..."

The other party roared loudly, black waves formed by profound force came towards Mo Wentian, but Mo Wentian was not afraid, and stabbed forward fiercely with both hands raised.

"Slaughter the world!"

Countless blades flew out following this stab, piercing the ocean waves formed by the opponent's profound energy, riddled with holes.It's not over yet, Mo Wentian kicked the ground fiercely, and rushed towards the opponent.

"Burst Slash!"

A roar came out of his mouth, and the blade of the blade emitted a terrifying black profound force. The disciples of Zhetianzong hurriedly used their best defensive combat skills.

But he shouldn't defend himself. Facing Mo Wentian's attack, the best way is to distance himself. Perhaps that way he can escape his life. If he gets closer, he can only have a tragic end waiting for him.

"Crack!"

"Boom..."

The crisp sound of the spear being chopped off and the muffled sound of the flesh exploding were heard almost at the same time. The Shrouding Heaven Sect disciple who was hit by the knife was blown to pieces, and the minced meat and blood covered the entire martial arts arena, forming a poignant picture.

"Wuwei domineering..."

I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and then the shouting became a series, and people were unwilling to watch the exchange of moves one by one. They wanted to see this kind of explosive and cruel scene, and they were all excited.

But it was the disciples of Lingxiaozong who were shouting excitedly, and the disciples of Zhetianzong couldn't believe what happened before them. The person who was killed was famous in Zhetianzong, but he was killed instantly, which made them unacceptable.

"Bastard, what cultivation level are you?" the sword barbarian roared violently.

Mo Wentian flicked the blood on the saber, put away the Suiyue Dao, and answered with his head raised, "Fifth layer of cracked air, if you don't believe me, check it out?"

"Then you are definitely over a hundred years old, what is so sacred?"

Mo Wentian yelled in disdain on purpose, "Cut, do you want to bet? If I don't turn [-], what will you pay?"

With such confidence, Dao Manzi had nothing to say. If he really wanted to check but did not violate the rules, there would be no room for his old face.

He changed the subject very simply, pointed to the small hill where the disciples of the Zhetian Sect had set up the formation, and said, "If you can break through this formation and rescue the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect from the formation, you will win the formation competition."

"Pfft!"

An elder couldn't help laughing out loud, and then the laughter became continuous, and the knife barbarian asked angrily.

"What's so funny? That's the Godly Trapped Formation, and there are endless changes in it. If you have the ability to break the formation!"

The elders were about to laugh and cry, and the elder who made the equipment was laughing out of breath and said to Dao Manzi, "You don't die, do you know who he is?"

Dao Manzi asked in puzzlement, "Isn't your boss Ling Xiao a deacon?"

The Elder Refiner wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and explained to him, "He is indeed a member of the Lingxiao Sect, but he has another identity, he is the younger brother of Zhentuzi! If I remember correctly, the Sleepy God Formation is the formation diagram Zizi evolved from the Prisoner Dragon Formation, did it spread?"

Dao Manzi was dumbfounded, his mouth was wide open and he didn't know what to say, Zhentuzi was famous, and the Zhetianzong people also knew his name.

It was useless to say anything, seeing that Mo Wentian had already flown over the small hill, landed directly into the formation, and dragged the people inside out again, as if there was no Godly Trapped Formation there at all.

"Snapped!"

Dao Manzi slapped his forehead heavily, realizing that he had been fooled.He also understands one thing like everyone else, the formation mage does not need to be a weapon refiner, but the weapon refiner must have some understanding of the formation method, otherwise it is impossible to refine a good weapon, and I am afraid that it will lose even more than the weapon refiner. .

"Let me tell you another news, he is a divine refiner!"

It turned out that the Great Elder, who is usually casual and smiling, said this sentence. He has been fighting openly and secretly with the Zhetianzong people for a long time, and he also wanted to see how the sword barbarian was hit.

Sure enough, when he heard the news, Dao Manzi's eyes almost popped out, causing everyone in the Lingxiao Sect to roar with laughter.

Being ridiculed by so many people, the sword barbarian was trembling with anger, and he was asking for embarrassment when he compared it to refining weapons, so he had no choice but to say.

"Then let's compare alchemy."

As soon as the words fell, a handsome young man stepped out and bowed his hands to the elders of Ling Xiaozong.

"Hu Zong, the eighth-rank alchemist, has seen you all!"

The laughter of the elders of the Lingxiao Sect stopped abruptly, followed by the barbarian's unbridled laughter. This laughter was like a slap on the faces of everyone in the Lingxiao Sect.

Eighth grade alchemist!

Even if there are only so many in the Xuanshen Realm, the Lingxiao Sect does have an eighth-rank alchemist, it is the master of alchemy, but that guy is old and about to lose his teeth, so how can he compare with young people.

People do know that there are some seventh-rank pills sold in the Tianyun grocery store, but the seventh-rank and eighth-rank pills are an invisible gap, and it is harder to cross the gap than to reach the sky.

When people were worried, Mo Wentian had landed on the ground, and Hu Zong introduced himself to Mo Wentian again.

"Hu Zong, an eighth-rank alchemist, has met Master Wentian. Your Excellency's skills are superb, and I admire you."

He said he admired him, but his expression was arrogant, he didn't take Mo Wentian seriously at all, even though he was excellent in all aspects, compared to alchemy, Hu Zong had that confidence.

Mo Wentian was even more aloof than him, and said flatly, "Eighth-rank alchemist? You look so powerful, you should first refine a pot of elixir."

Hu Zong didn't care about his tone, and returned with a light smile, "Naturally, this needs to be verified. I'll refine a furnace of eighth-grade Chongmai Pill first."

The eighth-grade Chongmai Pill can help those who are strong in the hole attack the meridians and speed up their cultivation. All the elders present were fascinated, but they could only swallow, no matter how good things are, they are not their own. Zong's alchemist!
People watched as Hu Zong took out a very small alchemy stove, took out the herbs in the jade box, carefully cut them into sections and put them in the alchemy stove, and arranged them neatly.

After carefully closing the furnace lid again, Hu Zong sat down cross-legged, holding the alchemy furnace in his hand and started refining. Time passed slowly, and people watched without blinking.

The sun slowly set, dyeing the sky red with colorful clouds. For two and a half hours, countless fine sweats broke out on Hu Zong's forehead, and then he finished his work and slowly put down the alchemy furnace.

Wiping the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, Hu Zong opened the furnace cover with a confident smile, pointing his hand towards the inside of the furnace.

"Everyone, please take a look..."

"Dangdang!"

When people were about to stretch their necks to look in, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and Mo Wentian threw out the big-bellied Black Demon Sky Suppressing Furnace, drawing people's eyes involuntarily.

Hu Zong was secretly annoyed, and reached out his hand to take out the only eight-grade Tongmai Pill from his alchemy furnace, held it up high, and shouted, "Everyone, please take a look..."

"Give me the ingredients for the Longevity Pill!"

Mo Wentian yelled and fixed people's gazes. No one went to look at the Tongmai Pill anymore, they all looked at him in disbelief.

Longevity Pill is a Ninth Grade Pill, and there are only a few known Ninth Grade alchemists, anyway, there is no one in the surrounding star field.

As the elder of Alchemy Peak, Dan Zun was also present at this time, but he yelled at Mo Wentian.

"Nonsense, where can I get you the ingredients for the Longevity Pill in a short time, if you can't compare, don't try to be brave, and lose the face of Ling Xiaozong."

He had a feud with Mo Wentian last time at the auction house, seeing that he was not pleasing to the eye, he finally found an excuse to be sarcastic.

Mo Wentian looked at him contemptuously, "I disgraced Lingxiaozong? Then you still have to be shameless? I am trying to win glory for Lingxiaozong, but you are talking nonsense here. You want to see Lingxiaozong lose. That person deliberately leaked the news of the glorious secret realm Is it you?"

"Presumptuous, this elder is just talking about the matter? How could you refine the Longevity Pill!" Dan Zun was bearded and stared at by Mo Wentian's words.

The contempt on Mo Wentian's face became heavier, and his voice was raised again, "Just because you don't have the ability to refine, doesn't mean others can't. I think you are just jealous of the virtuous and afraid that others will surpass you. Do you want to bet that if I refine it? Wanshoudan, you give me the position of alchemy peak elder. If you don’t dare, just shut up that stinking mouth.”

"you you……"

In public, Mo Wentian blasted wildly, which broke his mind and even provoked him to bet, making Dan Zun put his hands on his chest and was speechless.

He really didn't dare to gamble, he was reluctant to take the position of the elder of the Alchemy Peak, and simply flicked his sleeves and said, "I don't want to play tricks on you, anyway, I don't have the ingredients to refine the longevity pill, so I want to see what you get." What refining."

Most people knew about Dan Zun's character, and this remark attracted countless contemptuous looks, but he was thick-skinned enough, he stood there silently and watched the development of the situation quietly.

It cannot be refined without medicinal herbs. At this time, the Elder Refiner persuaded, "Wentian, let's change to a simple Ninth-Rank Pill! I think the Ninth-Rank Xuanli Pill is pretty good!"

There is some truth to this statement, Xuanli pills are often the best to refine, even for ninth-rank Xuanli pills, it is easy to gather enough herbs.

But Mo Wentian shook his head and said, "I can only refine the Ninth Grade Longevity Pill, and I know that someone has gathered all the herbs. Could it be that they are reluctant to contribute for the glory of the sect?"

His voice was raised, and he put his big hat on first. If he didn't contribute the herbs of Longevity Pill, he would be disregarding Ling Xiaozong's life and death.

Among the elders, an old man trembled, with a bitter expression on his face. He was Ling Wushuang's grandfather, the one who gathered the ingredients for the Longevity Pill.As a descendant of Ling Zhiyuan, he is also his direct disciple.

If he didn't take it out, he was afraid that Mo Wentian's name would be embarrassing, so he would take it out no matter how reluctant he was.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "For the glory of the sect, of course the old man will contribute. Master Wentian will follow."

He took off a storage ring that contained medicinal herbs separately from his finger, and then threw it over. Mo Wentian smiled and stretched out his hand to catch it, took out the medicinal herbs inside and began to pick and choose.

(End of this chapter)