Mortal Cultivator

Hearing Shui Ling'er's affirmation, Wang Lu was a little undecided.

Although his cultivation had reached the great perfection of Jindan, it was still far behind the foundation of these big sects.

Fortunately, he had been taking the leaves of the Enlightenment Tree for more than 30 years, and some of his own insights made his breakthrough this time not cause an unstable foundation, which could barely be regarded as a result of accumulation.

"Ling'er, you still can't put this sword into the storage bag with it on your back?"

"No, although I am much more familiar with it, forcing it into the storage bag will still cause it to break." Shui Ling'er replied honestly.

Hearing this, Wang Lu pondered in his heart. His space was a little strange, that is, he couldn't put it in if there was a little spiritual intelligence. He even tried to take in ants, but he couldn't.

However, this time there were cultivators from the Zhantian Sword Sect. Before, they could hide a little outside and not be discovered, but it might not be the case inside.

If they meet at that time, it is hard to say whether it will be good or bad. It may be a smile to greet, or it may be to kill and rob the inheritance.

"How about you give me this flying sword for safekeeping, and I'll try to put it away." Wang Lu looked at Shui Ling'er.

"Okay."

Shui Ling'er took the sword off her back and handed it to Wang Lu.

Wang Lu's spiritual sense wrapped around the sword, and with a swoosh, the sword was successfully put into his space.

"This..."

Shui Ling'er was shocked. She had tried this thing countless times, and many storage bags had burst. She knew that there must be a big secret in it, so she didn't ask.

"Now we can go treasure hunting. I still need a ninth-grade spiritual object and an eighth-grade spiritual object. Does the map given by Ning Tianxiong have records of these things?" Wang Lu asked.

He now only needs the two auxiliary medicines of the Broken Infant Pill and the Condensed Mind Pill, but unfortunately he has not heard any news.

"Ning Tianxiong's map doesn't have them, but... I killed two Nascent Soul cultivators on the way here, and there seems to be records of these things in it."

Shui Ling'er obediently took out two storage bags and handed them to Wang Lu.

Wang Lu was stunned, and took the storage bag. There was indeed a map of the secret realm, many spiritual herbs and other spoils in it. He also found two low-grade spiritual weapons.

"They were the first to speak foul language, so I killed them." Shui Ling'er explained.

Hearing this, Wang Lu patted Shui Ling'er on the shoulder with his broad palm: "Well done, people like this should be killed."

"But you are so powerful, what is the inheritance? I don't think you have ever used it."

Wang Lu praised him first, and then asked in confusion.

Shui Ling'er blushed at his praise.

"Well... it's a kind of sword intent, right? Something that can't be explained clearly... But I used the pseudo-spiritual weapon that my grandfather gave me, and I easily killed the two people. I didn't even use the sword on my back. If there was no sword intent blessing, it would definitely not work."

Wang Lu was secretly shocked. When he just looked through the storage bag, there were two low-grade spiritual weapons in it, and Shui Ling'er actually killed two cultivators of the same level with only a pseudo-spiritual weapon.

As for the sword intent, Wang Lu had heard Shui Ling'er mention it many times, but he had never understood it. The sword intent is a kind of heavenly state of mind that sword cultivators cultivate. It is said that the Zhantian Sword Sect does not look at spiritual root qualifications, but only at comprehension.

It is rumored that the founder of the Zhantian Sword Sect was a person without spiritual roots, and he had a master in the Jindan stage, who was particularly caring for his disciples.

He spent his whole life trying to find ways for his disciples to practice, and finally created the first pill in the world of cultivation, the supplementary pill, so that mortals could also practice. In the end, his disciple had the hope of practicing, and he overcame all difficulties to create the first sect in Yunshangtian [Zhantian Sword Sect].

Wang Lu remembered that he had heard a piece of news before, Ning Tianxiong of the Sanxiu League withdrew from the Zhantian Sword Sect because he did not understand the sword intent. So it seems that this thing is really difficult to comprehend, and he can only blame himself for his low comprehension.

Sighing secretly, Wang Lu stopped worrying about it. He took out two identity tokens from the storage bag given by Shui Ling'er, and saw the three characters of Huoyun Sect written on them.

"Who are these two?"

Wang Lu asked in confusion.

"They should be affiliated with the Great Sun Divine Sect." Shui Ling'er seemed to have known about this and answered Wang Lu.

After confirming that they were not from the Zhantian Sword Sect, Wang Lu was relieved and began to look for a place on the map. He determined the direction in a moment.

Hunyuan Miluo Palace.

Wang Lu looked at a trial site marked on the map, which also belonged to the inner part of the secret realm.

"Let's go, let's go to Polo Palace."

Wang Lu transmitted a voice, and the two walked towards the place marked on the map.

The reason for going to this Polo Palace is that there is an eighth-grade spiritual object in it, [Jade Fat Fruit], which is an auxiliary medicine for the Broken Infant Pill. It is a resource that the Huoyun Sect has obtained in the secret realm. Now that Shui Ling'er has killed it, it naturally belongs to them.

It took more than ten days to arrive.

Wang Lu used his spiritual sense to search around, and he was alert and stopped the escape light.

"There is someone, wait a minute."

Wang Lu took Shui Ling'er's hand and flew directly to the woods below.

In the Polo Hall, five fire-robed monks hid themselves, each of them seemed to be waiting for prey to come.

"Second brother, it seems that there was a spiritual sense exploring us just now." One of the fire-robed monks said.

The monk in the middle heard this and was full of disbelief. Although his junior brother's spiritual sense was a little stronger than his, the gap was not so big that his junior brother felt it, but he didn't feel it at all.

He replied: "It's impossible, unless there is a late Nascent Soul cultivator, don't think too much, wait patiently! The person who killed my branch sect will definitely come..."

The hidden people transmitted the message, and listening to the words, they were actually waiting for Wang and Lu.

"There seem to be five monks inside, but they have arranged a concealment formation and each used a concealment magic weapon. I can't tell what their cultivation level is."

Wang Lu frowned and observed outside. Although his spiritual consciousness was powerful, he still couldn't check quietly. He didn't dare to touch the formations of several people. If he was not careful, he would be exposed.

Coming to Yunshangtian, there are already countless Nascent Soul monks who are invincible in the Black Water Mountains, and the strength of each one is even more uneven. This huge gap is even more obvious among the large sects. .

The monks here might also be some kind of tyrannical sect.

Wang Lu was thinking about whether to go or not when he saw a black-robed monk coming here and heading straight towards Boluo Hall. The person Wang Lu knew was the black-robed monk who won the first prize in the secret realm competition.

As soon as the man in black robe approached, five red lights rushed out from the Poluo Hall, and they surrounded the man in black robe without waiting for any reaction.

"Boy, you killed my man and you still dare to come and get the trial treasure. How courageous are you?!"

The leader of the red-robed young man sneered.