Mortal Cultivator

Along the way, the wind howled through the barren desert, raising dust all over the sky; the rain poured down, ruthlessly hitting the tired bodies of the travelers.

The steep peaks towered into the clouds, requiring great physical strength and courage to climb over; the deep canyons were filled with mist, hiding all kinds of unknown dangers.

However, despite the difficulties, those brave people never gave up their mission to purify the magic crystal.

As time went by, their efforts gradually paid off. The magic crystal, which originally emitted a strange black light and exuded endless evil aura, began to show some subtle and magical changes.

Its surface gradually emerged with faint golden lines, which were like mysterious runes, flashing a weak but warm light.

Then, the black evil spirit was slowly forced out from the inside of the magic crystal, just like darkness retreating step by step when encountering light.

When the last trace of evil spirit was completely expelled, the entire magic crystal suddenly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating everything around it.

At first, the thick evil aura shrouding the surface of the magic crystal only weakened slightly, but as time went on, this terrifying aura slowly dissipated like the ebb tide.

When the last trace of evil aura disappeared, a new, restrained but extremely deep energy fluctuation quietly emerged.

This energy fluctuation was not as blatant and rampant as the previous evil aura, but was like a deep and bottomless pool, quietly exuding its unique charm.

At the same time, the original inky black color of the magic crystal gradually changed. It was no longer the pure darkness, but evolved into a deep and mysterious tone, just like the vast starry sky after nightfall.

From a distance, the magic crystal seemed to have become a vast night sky, which seemed to contain countless mysteries and wonders that had not yet been revealed, making people want to explore it in depth.

Purifying the magic crystal was just a beginning, and there were more difficult tasks waiting for Wang Lu to complete. That was to find some other auxiliary materials necessary for refining the Taoist weapon. To this end, Wang Lu began to carefully look through the precious collections he had accumulated over the years. However, after a careful search, he found that his existing collections alone could not fully meet the needs of all materials for refining Taoist instruments.

So, Wang Lu embarked on the road of visiting old friends without hesitation. This journey was full of difficulties and obstacles. Sometimes, he needed to cross the dense and deep jungle and fight a desperate battle with ferocious beasts; sometimes, he had to climb

When all the preliminary preparations were perfectly completed, Wang Lu stood in his quiet and deep cave filled with mysterious atmosphere. He looked solemn and stared at the huge and simple alchemy furnace in front of him with concentration. The alchemy furnace was dark purple throughout, and it was engraved with dense runes and patterns, as if it contained endless mysteries.

Wang Lu took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, slowly stretched out his right hand, gently waved his sleeves, a flash of light flashed, and the lid of the alchemy furnace opened automatically. Then, with an extremely cautious attitude, he took out the carefully purified magic crystals from the neatly placed jade box beside him. These magic crystals exuded a weak but heart-pounding magic fluctuation, and each one was crystal clear, like the most precious gem in the world.

Wang Lu gently placed the magic crystals into the alchemy furnace, and then picked up various rare materials next to it, and put them into the alchemy furnace one by one in a specific order and proportion. The whole process was as smooth and natural as flowing water, but the delicate operation and precise grasp of timing required were unimaginable for ordinary people.

After completing the material placement, Wang Lu quickly retracted his hands and began to quickly form hand seals. His ten fingers fluttered in the air like a smart butterfly, and each hand seal had a unique rhythm and energy fluctuation. At the same time, he closed his lips and muttered something. It was an ancient and obscure refining spell, with a low and melodious voice, as if it had traveled through time and space and came from ancient times.

As Wang Lu continued to chant the spell and change his hand seals, the alchemy furnace was gradually covered by a layer of faint light. The light was very weak at first, but it became stronger and stronger as time went by, and finally illuminated the entire cave as bright as day. In the light, you can vaguely see that the magic crystals and materials are undergoing wonderful changes...

As the obscure but mysterious spell slowly sounded, the alchemy furnace began to gradually rise with blazing flames. This flame is not an ordinary red, but a dreamlike colorful color, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple complement each other, as if bringing together the gorgeous light of the whole world.

Such a strange and beautiful flame, the high temperature it emits is beyond imagination. Just get closer, you can feel an extremely hot heat wave coming towards you, and even the surrounding air seems to be unable to withstand such a high temperature, and there are slight signs of distortion.

Wang Lu, standing in front of the alchemy furnace, was concentrating on controlling the flame. His eyes were fixed on the fire, and he dared not be distracted or slack. He kept making seals with his hands and cast a series of spells. Each spell was accurately placed on the flame, and its temperature and strength were adjusted slightly. Sometimes the fire was increased to make the temperature rise suddenly, and sometimes the fire was reduced to make the temperature drop slightly. Everything seemed so easy, but only Wang Lu knew that the slightest carelessness might lead to the failure of this alchemy.

Under high-temperature smelting, the magic crystal and other materials gradually merged together and began to undergo wonderful changes. From time to time, strange sounds came from the furnace, as if the materials were cheering and welcoming the birth of a new form. Wang Lu's eyes revealed tension and expectation. He kept adjusting the input of spiritual power to ensure the smooth progress of the refining process.

However, just when the refining was about to be completed, an accident suddenly occurred. The energy fluctuations in the alchemy furnace suddenly went out of control, and a powerful impact force burst out from the furnace, almost blowing Wang Lu away. Wang Lu was shocked, but he quickly calmed down and realized that it was a trace of evil power left in the magic crystal that was causing trouble.

Without any hesitation, Wang Lu immediately cast a powerful sealing spell to forcibly suppress the evil power of the magic crystal. He ignored the consumption of his own spiritual power and injected more spiritual power into the alchemy furnace, trying to stabilize the refining process again.

With Wang Lu's unremitting efforts, the energy fluctuations in the alchemy furnace finally gradually stabilized. The materials continued to merge, and slowly, a prototype of a Taoist instrument emitting dazzling light slowly emerged in the furnace. Wang Lu was overjoyed, but he knew that he could not relax at this time, and he still needed to warm and refine the Taoist instrument in the end.

Wang Lu injected a ray of his spiritual consciousness into the prototype of the Taoist instrument and began to establish a close connection with it. With his own spiritual power and spiritual consciousness as a guide, he guided the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to continuously flow into the Taoist instrument, nourishing every inch of its structure.

As time went by, the light of the Dao weapon became brighter and brighter, and its shape gradually became clearer. This is a Dao weapon in the shape of a long sword. The sword body is crystal clear, as if it is made of the purest crystal, but there are dark lines of magic crystal inside, like a stream of mysterious power flowing through it. The hilt is inlaid with various rare gems, emitting a dazzling light, reflecting each other with the sword body.

Finally, after 49 days of refining, nurturing and refining, the Dao weapon was completed. Wang Lu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of fatigue but unconcealed excitement. He stretched out his hand and gently moved, and the long sword Dao weapon flew out of the alchemy furnace and fell into his hands.

Wang Lu held the long sword and immediately felt a powerful force connected to his body and mind. He gently swung the long sword, and saw a sharp sword energy instantly cut out, leaving a deep mark on the wall of the cave. The power contained in this sword energy made Wang Lu secretly amazed.

This Dao weapon made of magic crystal not only has a powerful power beyond ordinary magic weapons, but also has some unique properties. It can absorb and transform the enemy's attack power for its own use, and can also see through the opponent's weaknesses, giving Wang Lu great help in battle.

Wang Lu knew that the birth of this Dao weapon would cause a big sensation in the world of immortal cultivation. But he also understood that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility. He will take this Dao weapon and continue to explore the road of immortal cultivation, protect the peace and tranquility of the Jiuzhou continent, and fight one thrilling battle after another with the evil forces in the world...

In the valley, Wang Lu was facing a huge magic crystal emitting a cold light. This magic crystal was obtained from the ruins of the extraterritorial gods, and it contains powerful magic that can subvert the world. Wang Lu knew that if he could tame it and refine it into a peerless magic weapon, it would surely add a powerful help to this continent to resist the coming catastrophe.

Wang Lu stared at the magic crystal with his eyes, thinking to himself: "Although this magic crystal has powerful magic power, the evil aura in it is also extremely strong. If you are not careful, it will backfire." He took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and injected spiritual skills into the magic crystal, trying to sort out the magic power inside it first. However, the magic crystal seemed to have sensed his intention, and suddenly burst out with a strong resistance. The black magic power wrapped around Wang Lu like tentacles.

"Humph, want to trap me? It's not that easy!" Wang Lu snorted coldly, and the spiritual power around him burst out instantly, shattering all those magic tentacles. But he also understood that this was just a small test of the magic crystal, and the next refining process would definitely be more difficult. He took out various rare materials that had been prepared long ago from the storage bag. These materials were collected by him in dangerous places all over the Jiuzhou Continent after untold hardships. Each one has a unique spiritual power attribute and is the key to refining the Demon Hunting Sword.

Wang Lu placed the materials neatly one by one, then danced with his hands and muttered something. The materials slowly rose up and slowly spun around the magic crystal, gradually forming a spiritual vortex. Fine beads of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead, but his eyes became more determined. With the continuous infusion of spiritual power, the magic crystal's resistance seemed to weaken.

But at this moment, the magic crystal suddenly released a powerful spiritual impact, which went straight to Wang Lu's sea of ​​consciousness. Wang Lu felt a sharp pain in his head, as if there were thousands of needles piercing him. "Oh no, this magic crystal can actually attack the sea of ​​consciousness!" He was shocked, but years of practice made him calm down quickly. He concentrated his mind and built a solid defense line in the sea of ​​consciousness. At the same time, he divided a part of his spiritual power and turned it into a spiritual blade, heading towards the spiritual impact.

After a hard fight, Wang Lu finally succeeded in resisting the magic crystal's mental attack. He did not dare to slack off and accelerated the output of spiritual power. The materials rotating around the magic crystal began to gradually merge into the magic crystal, and the light of the magic crystal gradually changed from the original dark to deep purple-black, and a layer of strange lines appeared on the surface, as if telling its unwillingness and struggle.

After several days of sleepless nights, Wang Lu finally ushered in the critical moment of refining - shaping the sword embryo. He raised his hands high, shouted loudly, and the spiritual power of his whole body surged towards the magic crystal like a tide. Under the wrapping of spiritual power, the magic crystal slowly stretched and deformed, one end gradually became sharp, and the other end formed the shape of a hilt. Wang Lu flicked his fingers, and a stream of sword energy was injected into the sword embryo, making it tougher and sharper.

After the sword embryo was initially formed, Wang Lu did not stop, and he immediately began the final process of engraving runes. This step is crucial, and the engraving of runes will directly determine the quality and power of the demon hunting sword. His eyes were focused, and the spiritual formula in his hand kept changing. Ancient and mysterious runes flickered on the sword and were slowly imprinted. The engraving of each rune was like a deep conversation with the magic crystal. Wang Lu needed to use powerful spiritual power and firm will to suppress the resistance of the magic crystal and ensure that the rune was perfectly integrated into it.

As the last rune was engraved, the Demon Hunting Sword burst into a dazzling light and soared into the sky. The powerful magic fluctuations contained in the light caused the surrounding space to distort slightly. Wang Lu stretched out his hand and the Demon Hunting Sword fell into his hand. At this time, the Demon Hunting Sword was as black as ink, but it was also shone with a trace of purple light. A gem emitting a faint blue light was inlaid on the hilt, which was the key material used to stabilize the power of the magic crystal. The runes engraved on the sword flashed with mysterious light, as if telling its extraordinaryness.

Wang Lu gently waved the Demon Hunting Sword, and a sword energy cut through the void, and a hill in the distance was instantly cut off in half. "Good sword! With this sword, I can fight those evil demons from outside the domain!" He was overjoyed, but he also understood that although this Demon Hunting Sword was extremely powerful, it still needed to be further adjusted with him before it could exert its true strongest power.

In the following days, Wang Lu took the Demon Hunting Sword to practice in various places on the Jiuzhou Continent. He fought against various evil things, constantly familiarized himself with the characteristics of the Demon Hunting Sword, and also used the spiritual power obtained in the battle to further nourish the blade. In every battle, the Demon Hunting Sword was like a hungry beast, greedily devouring the evil breath around it, and the light of the sword became stronger and stronger.

Once, on an ancient battlefield, Wang Lu encountered a group of undead spirits eroded by the evil forces from outside the domain. These undead spirits were numerous and powerful, and they rushed towards Wang Lu with their fangs and claws. Wang Lu was not in a hurry. He held the Demon Hunting Sword tightly, and the spiritual power in his body surged out and injected into the sword body. The Demon Hunting Sword hummed instantly, as if it felt the coming of the war and was excited.

Wang Lu rushed into the group of undead with his sword. Wherever the Demon Hunting Sword passed, the undead disappeared like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. Its powerful magic directly dispelled the evil power in the undead's body, and at the same time absorbed the purified spiritual power. Wang Lu was like a fish in water in the battle. The Demon Hunting Sword seemed to become a part of his body in his hand. The man and the sword were one, and the power was infinite.

However, the power of the Demon Hunting Sword also attracted the covetousness of some greedy people. During a rest in the town, a group of men in black took advantage of the night to sneak into Wang Lu's residence, trying to steal the Demon Hunting Sword. Wang Lu was not panicked after noticing the movement. He gently grasped the Demon Hunting Sword, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if he was also angry about the master's experience.

When the man in black rushed into the room, Wang Lu acted instantly. The Demon Hunting Sword drew a cold light in the darkness, and instantly repelled the leading man in black. Seeing this, the other men in black cast various spells to attack. Wang Lu used his skills to deal with them in the small room. The Demon Hunting Sword flew up and down in his hand. Each sword blocked the enemy's attack just right and gave them a fierce counterattack.

At the critical moment of the battle, Wang Lu shouted and injected all his spiritual power into the Demon Hunting Sword. The Demon Hunting Sword shone brightly, and a powerful sword energy spread out from Wang Lu as the center. The men in black were hit by the sword energy and fell to the ground. Wang Lu looked at the men in black on the ground and was secretly alert in his heart: "The reputation of this Demon Hunting Sword has spread, and there will definitely be more troubles in the future. However, I will not be afraid. With the Demon Hunting Sword, I will be able to protect the peace of this continent."

As time went on, Wang Lu and the Demon Hunting Sword cooperated more and more tacitly. But he also gradually discovered that after the Demon Hunting Sword absorbed a lot of evil power, the internal magic balance seemed to have some subtle changes. Sometimes, when the battle was fierce, the Demon Hunting Sword would suddenly burst out with an uncontrollable magic fluctuation, almost putting Wang Lu in danger.

Wang Lu knew that if he could not solve this problem, he would be injured by the Demon Hunting Sword sooner or later. So he decided to embark on a journey to find a solution to the balance of the magic power of the Demon Hunting Sword. He asked around and read various ancient books, and finally found a clue in an ancient relic. The records in the relic mentioned that in the depths of the distant South China Sea, there was a mysterious island, on which grew a kind of fairy grass called Lingxin Grass. This grass has the magical effect of purifying and reconciling magic power, and may help the Demon Hunting Sword restore its balance.

Wang Lu set out for the South China Sea without hesitation. On the South China Sea, he encountered various powerful sea beasts blocking him. But with the powerful power of the Demon Hunting Sword and his own superb swordsmanship, he overcame all obstacles and finally found the mysterious island.

The island was filled with rich spiritual energy, and all kinds of rare spiritual herbs and flowers could be seen everywhere. Wang Lu searched for the spiritual heart grass everywhere, and finally found a spiritual heart grass emitting soft light in the center of the island. Just as he was about to pick the spiritual heart grass, a huge spiritual turtle guarding the spiritual heart grass woke up. The spiritual turtle spoke in human language: "This grass is what I protect. If you want to take it, you must pass me first."

Wang Lu saluted the spiritual turtle respectfully and said: "Senior Spirit Turtle, I took this grass not for personal gain, but to save the Kyushu Continent. The magic power of the Demon Hunting Sword in my hand is unbalanced because it has absorbed too much evil power. Only the spiritual heart grass can help me repair it." After listening to Wang Lu's words, the spiritual turtle pondered for a moment and said: "Are you serious? If you just want to enhance your own strength, I will never let you take the spiritual heart grass."

Wang Lu raised the Demon Hunting Sword and sent the magic power wave of the Demon Hunting Sword to He showed it to the spirit turtle: "Senior, you see, this Demon Hunting Sword is a little out of control now. If it is not repaired in time, it may bring disaster to the Jiuzhou Continent." After carefully observing the magic fluctuations of the Demon Hunting Sword, the spirit turtle nodded: "Okay, in this case, I will give you the Spirit Heart Grass. But you need to promise me that after using this grass to repair the Demon Hunting Sword, you must protect the Jiuzhou Continent well."

Wang Lu gratefully took the Spirit Heart Grass: "Senior, don't worry, I, Wang Lu, swear on my life that I will not let you down." After getting the Spirit Heart Grass, Wang Lu quickly returned to the land and began to restore the magic balance of the Demon Hunting Sword. He integrated the Spirit Heart Grass into the spiritual power, and then slowly injected it into the Demon Hunting Sword. The spiritual power of the Spirit Heart Grass spread in the Demon Hunting Sword, like a spring breeze, gradually reconciling the violent magic in the Demon Hunting Sword.

After some efforts, the magic of the Demon Hunting Sword finally recovered its balance. Wang Lu swung the Demon Hunting Sword again, and felt that the sword and his spiritual power cooperated more smoothly, and the power was even greater than before.

At this time, the Outer Heavenly God Clan seemed to have noticed the birth of the Demon Hunting Sword, and began to send more evil demons to invade the Jiuzhou Continent, trying to recapture the magic crystal or destroy the Demon Hunting Sword. All parts of the Jiuzhou Continent were in dire straits for a while, and countless lives were destroyed.

After Wang Lu learned the news, he resolutely rushed to the battlefields of various places with the Demon Hunting Sword. He fought side by side with heroes from all walks of life, and the Demon Hunting Sword became a weapon to kill the evil demons from the outside world in his hands. Every time he fought with the Outer Heavenly God Clan, the Demon Hunting Sword played a huge role. Its powerful magic and sharp blade frightened the evil demons from the outside world.

In a decisive battle that determined the fate of the Jiuzhou Continent, Wang Lu faced several powerful demons from the Outer Heavenly God Clan alone. The demons exuded a terrifying evil aura and surrounded Wang Lu. Wang Lu showed no fear. He held the Demon Hunting Sword tightly, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly.

"Today is your doomsday!" Wang Lu shouted and rushed to the demons first. The Demon Hunting Sword turned into a black lightning in his hand, and instantly launched a fierce battle with the demons. The demons used various powerful magical powers to try to suppress Wang Lu, but Wang Lu relied on the power of the Demon Hunting Sword and his superb swordsmanship to resolve the enemy's attacks again and again and deal them a heavy blow.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Wang Lu seized an opportunity and injected all his spiritual power into the Demon Hunting Sword without reservation. The Demon Hunting Sword instantly shone brightly, and a devastating sword energy swept towards the demons. The demons wanted to dodge in fear, but it was too late. After the sword energy hit them, there was a loud noise that shook the earth, and the bodies of the demons gradually dissipated in the sword energy.

After this battle, the Kyushu Continent temporarily returned to peace. Wang Lu became a hero in people's minds with the Demon Hunting Sword. But he knew that this was only a temporary peace, and the Outer God Clan would not give up. He and the Demon Hunting Sword needed to continuously improve their strength to protect this hard-won peace.

So, in the respectful eyes of everyone, Wang Lu turned and left, continuing his path of practice and experience. The Demon Hunting Sword flashed a firm light behind him, as if telling that it would face all future challenges with its master.