Family Cultivation: I can upgrade my magic weapon

The monk looked shocked and realized that he had kicked the iron plate. He quickly picked up the magic weapon and turned around to escape to the other side.

Let's go, can we go?

Chen Qingyun's expression was cold, and he threw it in his hand, and the golden mesh spread out in the air, projecting a force of suppression and restraint, covering the monk in one fell swoop.

"Ah! Don't kill me."

Trapped by the gold mesh, the man had no way to escape and could only beg for mercy, his eyes darting around as he thought about countermeasures.

Chen Qingyun made a false grip with his palms and tightened the golden wire mesh, tightly restraining the opponent.

The Ziyang Sword in the air slid forward and hung on the opponent's forehead. The sharp sword energy made the opponent's face turn pale, and he only felt a stinging pain on his skin.

"If you have anything else to say, tell me."

Chen Qingyun spoke coldly, looking down at the man on the ground, and realized that something was wrong with this matter.

Judging from the other party's hurried movements, he was willing to use the magical talisman to escape. It seemed that there was something that scared him so much that he didn't choose his way out.

Chen Qingyun saw the clues, and cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He secretly thought that he had just escaped from a ruthless man, how could he meet another one now, how could he be so unlucky.

Not daring to hide anything, he quickly shouted: "It's Nangong Wuwang, it's Nangong Wuwang who wants to kill me!"

"I just told you... yes, I was presumptuous, junior! Misunderstanding, this is purely a misunderstanding!"

Chen Qingyun frowned a little tighter when he heard this.

The monk in front of him is obviously from the Xing Sect. Nangong Wuwang wants to kill his fellow disciple. What is going on?

Chen Qingyun looked down coldly.

"Why did he want to kill you?"

The Ziyang Sword in the air moved a little closer, which made the man tremble in fear. Out of his instinct of fear of death, he quickly said in an undisguised voice: "It's the Essence Wood, he's robbing the Essence Wood!"

Spirit wood.

Chen Qingyun was secretly surprised.

He has seen and used the soul-nourishing wood before. It has the effect of nourishing the soul.

The effect of spirit wood is even better. It is the ancient ancestor of soul nourishing wood and can improve the strength of the soul.

This is a very pure soul-like spirit essence. It is only born in places where the wood element aura is very strong. The requirements for the growth environment are no less than those of wood-born beads.

A piece of soul wood the size of a finger can advance the soul essence of a Zifu monk to the golden elixir stage, increasing its strength by at least five times.

Such a treasure can be called a priceless treasure, its value even exceeds that of Snow Spirit Fairy Dew, and it will not be circulated in the market.

If he could obtain it, it would be enough to make up for the soul consumed in refining the two clones of Bahuang and Jiuyou.

Moreover, the strength of the soul can be further improved, and several more clones can be refined to greatly increase the strength.

This is the blessing that comes to your door.

Chen Qingyun suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and with a thought in his mind, he was about to kill this person and search for it to see who had the soul wood.

Saying it with your mouth is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.

"Senior, wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Feeling Chen Qingyun's murderous intention, the man hurriedly explained: "The spirit is not with me. It really is not with me. I can swear a poisonous oath to prove it!"

The man said with an almost crying tone, a dignified late-stage cultivator from the Purple Mansion, who was scared into such a bear shape, had no backbone.

When Chen Qingyun saw this, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

It seems that if you want to obtain the Soul Wood, you will inevitably have to fight with Nangong Hopeless.

"Senior, please let me go. Nangong Wuwang's methods are vicious. If we stay here for a long time, we may not be able to escape his vicious hands. It's better to leave as soon as possible!"

The man begged for mercy again, with a strong sense of urgency in his tone, as if he was about to encounter some terrifying existence at the next moment, and his body began to tremble.

On the surface, he looked like this, humble and flexible, but secretly he was secretly activating the two Yin Fire Thunders in the storage bag.

As long as Chen Qingyun is soft-hearted and removes the shackles of the golden mesh, he will immediately send two Yin Fire Thunders to entertain him.

These two Yin Fire Thunders were obtained by killing three Kirigakure Island monks recently. In terms of sneak attacks, they are very good.

Noticing the fearful look on the man's face, Chen Qingyun remained calm and could faintly hear the sound of fighting coming from a distance.

If what the other party said is true, then the soul is probably still in the fighting stage.

It's not impossible to grab food from a tiger's mouth. When you see an exciting opportunity, you still have to grab it.

The hanging Ziyang Sword suddenly thrust out, and in the roar of the man's eyes widening, there was only an audible sound, and the opponent's head was immediately pierced.

Immediately afterwards, the golden wire mesh shrank rapidly, and with the sound of bones squeezing, no one could be seen in front of him, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

Chen Qingyun made a move with his palm, and the golden mesh unfolded, shaking off the bloodstained and broken meat on it, and a storage bag on the ground also flew into his hand.

After continuous training here and participating in various fighting battles, Chen Qingyun's heart was as solid as stone, and he became more decisive and merciless in his attacks.

Killing a living monk from the sect was something he was used to, without any hesitation or mercy.

After erasing the consciousness on the storage bag, he used the Xuanwu Puppet to explore and rummage through the storage bag. He made sure that he did not see the spirit wood. It seemed that this object was indeed not in this person's hands.

The two Yin Fire Thunders in the bag made Chen Qingyun narrow his eyes.

"It's Yin Fire Thunder again."

If he had been merciful just now and allowed the other party a way to survive, then what would greet him the next moment would be these two Yin Fire Thunders.

A spark popped up from his fingertips and fell to the ground, destroying the corpse and destroying all traces.

Chen Qingyun sneaked all the puppets into the ground, and a purple spirit robe appeared in his hand, covering his body and breath, and sneaked towards the direction where the battle came from.

The grass and trees turned against each other, the flowers and grass withered, and the ground was full of broken branches and leaves.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, and there were already five corpses lying on the ground.

Judging from their clothes, there were three disciples of Xingzong and two casual cultivators, and none of their bodies was intact.

The originally fertile land was burned black, and even many insects living here were not spared and died tragically.

Although there were corpses on the ground, there were still survivors.

At this time, there were three people in the field, each occupying one side in a three-legged tripod posture.

The three people seemed to be fighting each other, but in fact, if you look closely, you can tell at a glance that two of them have reached a consensus, and their eyes are fixed on a man who is on fire and has a cold expression not far away.

Behind the man, a red ring is suspended in the air, burning with blazing flames.

Nine fire dragons coiled and floated in the ring, revealing a majesty that looked down on all living things.

Nine Fire Dragon Ring, who else could possess such a treasure except Nangong Wuwang of Xingzong?

Looking at the two people opposite Nangong Wuwang, one had a cold face, a thin figure, and a fierce look like an eagle, with a black centipede-like poisonous insect standing on his shoulder.

The other one looked to be in his fifties or sixties, dressed in Lingbaoshan clothes, and his aura was not concealed at all, reaching the peak of the Purple Mansion realm.

These two people were Han Wu and Taoist Qian.