Taoist Guyang put away thirty-two iron lotus seeds and exited the Yuyang Hall.

Only Gu Xuan was left in the hall.

"Sixty-four iron lotus seeds are already an opportunity to achieve enlightenment."

“So good luck.”

Thoughts pass by.

Gu Xuan's body gradually faded away and disappeared.

...

Wuwanghai.

Baitou Island.

Eight hundred years ago, the Taoist, who called himself "Qingyuanzi", established a foundation on Baitou Island. A magic sword pressed down on all sides. Five hundred years ago, he even competed with the "Soul-killing Old Man" on Treasure Island for treasures, and won it in battle, and became famous for a while.

All the cultivators from all directions came to join us.

Baitou Island has grown strong and has stood firm in the sea of ​​Wuwang.

This day.

Lu Qingfeng went into seclusion and practiced as usual.

When the magic power is activated, seventy-four spiritual lights flash in the soul, and fluorescent light flows in the mysterious pattern, which illuminates the soul and continuously nourishes the soul.

This soul is different from other monks.

It turned out to be an extremely sharp sword!

Take a closer look.

I only found that there was more than one long sword, but ninety-nine sword weapons arranged and integrated, without distinguishing each other.

However, there were twenty-three sword weapons in it that were slightly dim, and the flashes of spiritual lights could not shine.

But over time.

The seventy-seventh sword weapon is gradually changing, and the spiritual light slowly moves at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye. When the spiritual light completely occupies the seventy-seventh sword weapon-

"It's time for my clone to go further."

Lu Qingfeng finished his work and opened his mouth and spit out a sword light.

When I opened my eyes, there was also a flash of sword energy in my eyes.

All over the body, it was like thousands of sharp swords and thousands of sword energy.

When outsiders looked at it, they thought this was a natural sword bone and an innate sword practice embryo.

"I'm still at the level of refining the fifty-five levels of bans."

"However, compared to when I was just refined more than 700 years ago, I could only control seventy-five sword weapons, and now I have a great increase in strength."

Feeling the strength of the clone, Lu Qingfeng's face was as firm as a sharp sword.

A blink of an eye.

This clone has been in the Chunshen Realm for thousands of years.

Even the original body has been in the Chunshen realm for five hundred years.

"Seven days ago, another group of ancient cultivators arrived."

"It's a pity that hundreds of monks are scattered all over the Jiuzhou of Chunshen. To find them is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Otherwise, I can kill several monks of the Gu Shang Heavenly Court to obtain the word "san"."

Lu Qingfeng shook his head.

Five hundred years.

At his speed, he should have mastered a hundred or even more acquired sans. However, due to the speed of collecting acquired sans, he has only mastered seventy-four acquired sans.

Eighteen of them were obtained from Ao Yin and Ao Pi.

Compared with other Zhendan Zhenren, and even the true soul of the soul like the old man Shuhun, it is already shocking that Lu Qingfeng can master so many acquired sanctum characters in the Golden Pill Realm.

But Lu Qingfeng was not satisfied.

"The speed of refining magic weapons and spiritual pills to exchange for the acquired sans is still a little slower."

"And relying solely on alchemy and weapon refining, if you want to exchange for the word "innate sanitary", you need luck."

Lu Qingfeng pondered.

If you are poor, you will think of change.

According to calculations, Chunshen Realm and Gushang Continent will soon be merged. Before this, the more acquired characters are obtained, the better.

"My cultivation level is already at the level of the Golden Pill."

"The acquired word "san" accelerates the practice of the word "san" and can be promoted to the primordial spirit in about one or two hundred years."

Originally, in the Barbarian God Realm, there were thirty-six layers of abyss luck blessing. It took Lu Qingfeng nine hundred years to condense the nine levels of Gangsha.

Although I have no great luck in this life, I am familiar with it first, and the word "After the Heavenly Spoken" is also used to nourish my soul, saving a lot of water-mixing time, and the speed will undoubtedly increase greatly.

As for the place where the evil spirits are needed to condense evil spirits and refine the spirit, it is no problem for Lu Qingfeng, who is in charge of Baitou Island.

Which of the forces that have the power to control the Yuanshen Zhenyi, does not master many Earthly Evil Yin Veins and Qiantian Gang Qi?

then.

Lu Qingfeng condensed the Gangsha for only five hundred years in this life, achieving the realm of the Golden Elixir in one fell swoop.

In the realm of the Golden Pill, it is no problem to resist the primordial spirit. However, in another one or two hundred years, you can be promoted to the primordial spirit. When you take action at that time, you will be more secure.

Can--

"This group of ancient Shang monks will arrive, and the speed of the ancient Shang tribe continent to merge with the Chunshen Realm will surely accelerate."

"One or two hundred years."

“Too long!”

Lu Qingfeng's eyes turned and fell to the northeast.

The sight of the eyes is exactly where the Dongshanzhou is located.

"Guyang."

"Yushan School."

"If the Yishan School responds, it will be a dragon's pond and tiger's den, and it will be worth it to go for a break."

Thoughts turn, and whisper in a low voice, a Taoist boy came to report to him outside the cave—

"The Gu Yang Zhenyi of the Yishan School asked for a visit!"
Chapter completed!