Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

But Wang Fu didn't want to believe that Li Qingping really crossed a realm and broke through in an instant. This was too unreasonable.

Unless the other party was in the Nascent Soul Realm and had been hiding his cultivation before, showing weakness to the enemy, but this possibility was almost non-existent. Not to mention that the Li family only had one Nascent Soul cultivator, and Li Qingping's aura looked completely stable. It was impossible to achieve it in just a few years.

Then, there was only one possibility left.

That was the weapon spirit hidden in the dark, taking action.

This weapon spirit could make a severely injured late Jindan suddenly leap to the Nascent Soul. It was too incredible. How powerful was its own realm?

Thinking of this, Wang Fu didn't want to stay here any longer. He moved his feet immediately, and his figure flashed, turning into a sword-like and thunder-like escape light, heading towards the exit restriction.

At the same time, he activated his skills and used the Xuanlei Sword Light to slash at the light curtain set up by Duan Xiao. As for Wenren Zixin, he could not care about her. The weapon spirit was so powerful that Wang Fu did not dare to hesitate.

"Want to escape? How can you succeed in front of me!"

However, with a sneer, a majestic force descended from the sky, and a sword light of dozens of feet suddenly crossed in front of the forbidden door. Then, the water light surged like a wave and overturned towards Wang Fu.

Wang Fu dared not take it head-on, and he used all his strength to activate the Xuanlei Sword Escape. With a "swoosh", he retreated dozens of feet away. Feng Geng of the Feng family and Wenren Zixin, who were lying on the ground and sleeping, were directly submerged by the surging waves.

"Hahaha... Wang Fu, you have come to this day. I am now in the Nascent Soul stage. Killing you is like killing a chicken. Come and die for me!" Li Qingping stood high in the sky, covered with rosy clouds, and the water light became a wheel, floating behind him, just like the momentum of an old ancestor.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingping waved his hand, and hundreds of sword lights condensed from water light appeared in front of him. The cold light was fluttering, and the terrifying aura was far beyond the Golden Core Great Perfection. Then he raised his hand and pressed it, and hundreds of sword lights made a "clang" sound, and then blasted towards Wang Fu on the ground.

The area was so wide that it covered a range of dozens of feet.

Seeing this, Wang Fu's face was extremely gloomy, and the extremely strong aura made his eyelids twitch wildly.

He immediately pinched his fingers and cast a seal into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner above his head. The next moment, a black skull several feet in size appeared, and a grim ghost aura swept over.

It was the resentful demon.

Although it was unknown whether the resentful demon could block the attack of Li Qingping, who had the power of the Nascent Soul, now he could only try his best.

"Go!"

Wang Fu shouted in a low voice, raised his hand and pointed, the demon roared and rushed towards the hundreds of sword lights. At the same time, Wang Fu used his sword and shield to protect himself. Lightning flashed under his feet. He made up his mind that if the demon was defeated, he would use the black thunder sword to avoid the sword light.

But at the moment when the demon flew away, a "chi chi chi" sound came from Wang Fu's waist. It was the little red bird that was awakened by such a big noise. It came to Wang Fu's shoulder and looked at the terrifying power sweeping in the air. A pair of small eyes flashed and brightened, and it was the red thunder that emerged.

Then it opened its mouth in a playful way and called Wang Fu a "chi chi chi" sound.

After Wang Fu understood the meaning, his brows immediately frowned.

"Are you saying that all this is an illusion?"

The little red bird nodded quickly.

"Roar!"

Wang Fu looked up, not quite understanding, but just happened to see the resentful demon passing through the many sword lights without any hindrance, roaring and killing Li Qingping in mid-air.

The next moment, it swallowed Li Qingping in a look of astonishment.

"Ah... Impossible!"

In an instant, with a shrill and terrified scream, the arrogant Bishui Zhenren, who was still invincible a moment ago, lost his breath. His soul was swallowed by the resentful demon, and his body fell from a high altitude and hit the ground heavily, making a dull "dong" sound.

The water light spreading in the hall dissipated, as if it had never appeared. Wang Fu then discovered that Feng Geng and Wenren Zixin, who were previously covered by the waves, were still sleeping intact, with a long breath, and they did not look like they were annihilated by the waves.

"Is this... an illusion?" Wang Fu's eyes were a little unbelievable, and his heart tightened.

"Chijiji..." The little red bird nodded like pecking at rice.

"It's the spirit!" Wang Fu was furious. He raised his hand and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner fell into his palm. Then he waved it and collected the evil spirit.

Then, Wang Fu looked up at the white jade throne on the ninety-nine steps behind the "Eye of the Spiritual Spring". He saw an illusory old figure sitting on the throne.

This figure had white hair and beard, and was dressed in white. He sat upright on the throne with a solemn and dignified look.

Seeing Wang Fu's gaze, the old man slowly opened his mouth, raised the corner of his mouth, and uttered a somewhat hoarse voice:

"I didn't expect that your spirit beast could see through the illusion I set up. Not bad."

"I am the leader of Tianhuan Sect. My previous actions were a test for you. Although you may have taken shortcuts, you still broke my illusion."

"I think you are both talented and kind. Although my Tianhuan Sect has been lonely for tens of thousands of years, there are still many resources and treasures left. I wonder if you are willing to join my Tianhuan Sect. If you are willing, you will be the current leader of my Tianhuan Sect and have the right to use all the treasures and resources left by me."

After the old man finished speaking, he stared at Wang Fu, with a kind and gentle smile on his face, which made people feel more intimate.

However, Wang Fu was unmoved. He had the Wanhun Banner on his head, which had shrunk to the size of a foot. The flying sword in his dantian was ready to go. He sneered:

"Senior is the first person to say that I have a good talent. Maybe the senior doesn't see it. I'm just a Five Elements Spiritual Root, so I can't afford the words "good talent."

"And, if I'm not mistaken, the senior himself is also an illusion."

"Haha... what I said is right, I have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and this place is just a shadow." The old man laughed, and then said, "As for my talent, haha... With my Using the mixed spiritual roots of the Five Elements to form a golden elixir, and still cultivating to the current level, doesn’t this just mean that I have extraordinary talent?”

"What's more, my little friend has been very cautious since entering this palace. He has no arrogance as an oriole, and his character is the only one I have seen in my life. With this, I can't bear the word 'good talent', so the immortal cultivators in this world But no one can afford it.”

After Wang Fu heard this, although he still looked calm on the surface, his heart sank. As expected, the weapon spirit had already noticed his true strength.

As for the information about the Tianhuan Sect's master, resources and treasures, etc., Wang Fu basically didn't believe it. In contrast, he was more willing to believe Wen Ren Qingcang's words. The other party was a weapon spirit. .

However, its strength needs to be studied.

After all, the other party was able to use illusions to elevate the seriously injured Li Qingping to the realm of the Nascent Soul. Not only did he fail to see through it, but even Li Qingping, who was the carrier of the illusion, believed it without a doubt. Then the other party used illusions to elevate his practice to the realm of the Nascent Soul, deceiving him. It is not impossible for Wenren Qingqingcang and the others.

"Senior, you are so complimentary." Wang Fu cupped his hands calmly.

"In that case, I would like to ask you, are you willing to enter my Heavenly Fantasy Sect?" The old man was still sitting on the white jade throne, stroking his beard and smiling.

Wang Fu planned to see what the other party was planning. He pretended to ponder, then nodded slightly and said:

"Seniors have already said it to this point. It would be a bit ungrateful for me to refuse again."

"Haha... OK!" The old man laughed heartily, and then waved his hand, and a white jade bead slowly flew out and landed three feet away in front of Wang Fu, "This is the most precious treasure of our sect, the 'Tian Huan Bead' , including the treasures I left behind and a large amount of cultivation resources, since I have agreed to take on this important task, this bead will belong to me. "

"My little friend, you only need to let the spiritual beast on your shoulder use the 'Red Sky Divine Thunder' to break through the restrictions of the 'Tian Huan Bead', and you can refine the bead and obtain the treasures and resources inside."

"After the 'Tianhuan Pearl' is refined, I will be the 132nd sect leader of this sect. Although I am only an afterimage, I can see that the Tianhuan sect can continue to exist tens of thousands of years later. , and there will be no regrets in dying.”

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly sighed.

Wang Fu's expression changed, and he took a closer look. He saw that the white jade bead was about the size of a baby's fist, with mysterious lines all over its body. In some places, the lines were heavily ravaged, and there were many hollows. The bead was suspended three feet away, slowly. It was spinning slowly and exuding a mysterious halo. Wang Fu just stared at it for a few breaths and felt that his mind was attracted to it.

The three-color divine thunder flashed in his mind, and then he returned to normal.

He raised his head, looked at the old man with white hair and white beard, and said calmly:

"Red Sky Divine Thunder? Could it be that senior saw it wrong?"