From the waste of spiritual roots to the practice of asking the devil

With peace of mind for the time being, Wang Yu opened his storage bag and put all the Xuan Jing Flowers in one place. Suddenly, he had four more shares for late stage Qi training monks.

The number of first-order Xuanjing flowers reached 700.

The number of second-order Xuanjing flowers reached fifty.

He preserved it with the method of sealing pills, and after preparing to break through the sixth level of Qi training, he used the effect of this flower to quickly break through the bottleneck and complete the second spiritual refining.

This would actually be inconvenient to use.

The essence of Xuanjinghua is to wash and concentrate spiritual power. The more you wash it, the less it will be. Now that he has accumulated more than half of his spiritual power, the more he uses it, the farther he will be from breaking through, so he waits to break through to the sixth level of Qi training.

After completing the second spirit refining in one breath, you can continuously break through in a short period of time and reach the seventh level of Qi training. At that time, you can take all the Xuanjing flowers to transform the spiritual power into liquid true essence.

Now that he has abundant combat power, it is difficult to find an enemy in the realm of Qi training. He has to improve his realm by one or two levels, and his spiritual power reserves can also be supported by top-quality elixirs.

"Trouble solved, it's time to explore the ruins of this underground palace."

With a thought in Wang Yu's mind, he replaced Xuanyin's hand with the Corpse Demon Secret Technique and checked how long it would take for it to be perfected.

[Place Column 3: Xuanyin Hand]

"Xuan Yin Hand (0/100): practice nine times a day, and you can achieve it in ten years."

The second-level high-grade magic actually takes ten years!

You must know that the various high-grade spells that Wang Yu has deployed so far, although they are first-level, only lasted for three months at most. Suddenly ten years came, which really made him unable to hold back.

After thinking for a moment, he honestly put the Corpse Demon Secret Technique up again.

This secret technique is related to the happiness of the lower body. Like the "Cold Blood Technique", it is the first thing to be placed.

Now that the secret method has been perfected, the severed limbs have been reconnected. While gaining great strength, they have to endure the corresponding side effects.

The body is like an ancient corpse.

The body is cold, the emotions are not visible, the body sense is lost, the second brother is unable to move, and occasionally has bloodthirsty thoughts of killing, the sacrifice is quite big!

It was conservatively estimated that it would take twenty years to recover. Therefore, he did not want to remove the corpse demon's secret technique unless necessary.

As for the Xuanyin Hand, since there is Yin Marrow Liquid to help, you can try to practice it yourself first and save a portion of the materials for refining the "Han Chi Pill".

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After burning a stick of incense, Wang Yu did not rush to the [Ningyue Palace] at the top. Instead, he stopped at the second highest level of the stairs and found the Sutra Storage Pavilion at the ruins of the ancient sect.

Any opportunity created by chance is not as attractive as the top-quality foundation-building elixir in his eyes, and he doesn’t know if it is available here.

Due to the fight with Su Qingshan and the other four, he was delayed for some time. There were already disciples from Gu Du Peak here, a total of three of them, all seventh-level Qi-training monks.

The Ksitigarbha Sutra Pavilion is a three-story attic with cornices and brackets. The corners of the arches are carved with carvings of various rare and exotic animals, and simple rusty bronze bells are hung.

Six purple dragon-patterned pillars at the door support a long corridor.

There was a reclining chair, with a corpse in a gray robe with moon patterns lying on it, holding a palm-sized teapot in his hand, as if drinking tea.

The legendary palace guard died in such a strange way, which shows that the incident happened suddenly, and there was no room for resistance. He died in the blink of an eye, which shows how strong the enemy is.

The problem is, along the way, he didn't find any corpses, except this one...

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the three fellow disciples on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

They were standing in front of a black stone tablet, also secretly observing Wang Yu. The association made Wang Yu feel awe-inspiring.

There was no sign that the corpse had been moved. They were obviously waiting for a stunned young man. Wang Yu couldn't help but laugh silently when he noticed it. He swept his sleeves and stepped straight into the Scripture Collection Pavilion.

As expected, the three people looked disappointed.

Wang Yu stepped forward and said with a smile: "I wonder what the three of you are observing? Is there anything to gain?"

"snort!"

"What does it have to do with you?"

One person made rude remarks and unabashedly discriminated against Wang Yu.

"Hey, Junior Brother Wang, don't worry about it.

"Brother Zhang is filled with anger, not directed at you. Let's take a look at this ancient magic text together."

At this time, another monk wearing emerald green robes and a jasper crown, playing with two jade gallbladders in his hand, spoke. First, he eased the conflict, and then invited him to read the inscription.

Wang Yu looked past the crowd and cast his gaze on the black stone tablet. It was indeed recorded in the blood characters of ancient magic script, which was consistent with the font of the mysterious silk script he got from Xu Jiaojiao.

The so-called [Ancient Magic Text] is said to be a type of character that is closer to the avenue of heaven and earth and possesses mysterious power. This "blood character" is only one of the most widely spread.

No one can understand the blood talisman records that appear now.

Wang Yu had wanted to investigate, but he never had the time to do it. He originally wanted to entrust it to the alchemist association, but Nai He and Zhao Shang had reached the point where they were desperate.

Unexpectedly, I saw it again in this underground palace ruins.

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"Since there is a blood-character monument, this underground palace must have been left by the demonic seniors, which is not good news for us."

They know very well about the nature of demons, and there must be a lot of dangers hidden in this underground palace.

Wang Yu thought: "You three, do you know which ancient demon sects in the Scarlet Yuan Demon Realm match the appearance of this place?"

At this time, the disgusted person spoke again, and said disdainfully:

"The Demon Dao Sect iterates so quickly.

"With the size of this underground palace, the most it can accommodate is the Yijie Dan Sect. Even if you are knowledgeable about the past and present, you can't even guess what realm it is, let alone searching it from the ancient history of the Demon Realm."

Wang Yu's face suddenly darkened, again and again! There was no one around, and murderous intent suddenly arose.

"Brother Zhang..."

The people who wanted to make peace were about to speak, but they felt the temperature suddenly drop. A large amount of frost spread out from Wang Yu. The three people's expressions changed and they wanted to retreat.

Wang Yu punched the cultivator surnamed Zhang. Because he was reading the inscription, the distance was too close. The second-level divine power corpse arm hit the white ring of air waves.

They didn't expect Wang Yu to take action suddenly. As the saying goes, with a sharp weapon, the killing intention arises.

Su Qingshan and the other four were killed by him head-on, so why should he be afraid of three seventh-level Qi training cultivators? Liu Jinxian was not there at the right time, and the disciples of Gudu Peak were scattered throughout the underground palace, which was a good opportunity to weaken her power.

In the blink of an eye.

The cultivator surnamed Zhang was blown into pieces. The remaining two people were horrified and ran towards the door of the Sutra Pavilion without any will to resist.

They were obviously shocked and finally understood why Liu Jinxian treated Wang Yu with courtesy.

——— Strength!

"Hmph."

He drew out the ice-patterned sword and slashed at the silent man. The ice sword quickly grew to three feet long. He used the mental formula and ice sword technique together, and the coldness surged.

At the critical moment, the man slapped his chest and spit out blood.

A centipede-like poisonous insect flew out, quickly grew larger, and wrapped around its owner, trying to defend against the ice sword with its carapace.

The two of them were deadlocked for only a moment, and Wang Yu's left fist pressed the sword body horizontally, and the poison and the man were beaten into a meat pie.

The power advantage was undoubtedly revealed.

The last person was horrified and almost cried:

"Wang Yu, I didn't offend you, why are you so embarrassed!"