Unrivaled in Immortality

Wang Yong chose a direction and walked forward. During the journey, he encountered some spiritual materials. Based on the principle that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, Wang Yong collected them all.

Along the way, although he saw some spiritual materials, he never saw a human figure. However, Wang Yong was not in a hurry. After all, the opening of the secret realm would last for at least a month, and he still had plenty of time.

Besides, there were quite a few people coming in this time, and he would meet them sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Wang Yong simply concentrated on looking for spiritual materials.

Most of the spiritual materials here are third-grade spiritual materials, and even the guardian monsters are rarely seen.

In the outside world, basically as long as there are spiritual materials, there will be monsters occupying them, and it will become extremely difficult for people to collect spiritual materials.

And Wang Yong also encountered a few third-grade spiritual materials here, but there were no monsters guarding them, which almost made Wang Yong think that there were no monsters here.

At this time, Wang Yong heard the sound of fighting.

Wang Yong rushed over following the sound and saw a group of people besieging a tusk pig.

The tusk pig had dark skin and was unusually strong. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the pair of fangs protruding outward. The fangs were extremely sharp and could even fight against the magic weapon of a cultivator present. Wang Yong was amazed.

This tusk pig had the strength of the late stage of Qi Condensation, while the four cultivators only had the strength of the middle stage of Qi Condensation. However, they were still able to fight the tusk pig on equal terms. This was thanks to the magic weapon in the hands of their leader. If there were no magic weapons, these people would definitely not be so relaxed.

Wang Yong watched for a while, and the two sides still had no winner. Then Wang Yong changed his mind and decided to use a few people to test the power of the sea of ​​blood.

Wang Yong urged the sea of ​​blood, and a blood stream as thick as a forearm gradually moved towards the battlefield.

When approaching the battlefield, it suddenly turned into a hazy blood mist that enveloped the four people and the monster.

Those people didn't notice it at first, and they finally reacted when the blood mist became thicker. Just when they wanted to withdraw, Wang Yong controlled the blood mist and it began to penetrate into their bodies.

The blood mist that entered their bodies began to absorb their blood and grow stronger. These people screamed miserably for a while, and the tusk pigs over there were also tortured to death by the blood mist.

Wang Yong was very satisfied with this effect.

Gradually, the screams weakened, and the scene in the field at this time was a thin blood mist around, and the blood mist around the bodies of those monks was very thick. The tusk pigs had been refined because of Wang Yong's special care, leaving only two sharp tusks, which was also the most valuable thing on the tusk pigs.

Then Wang Yong controlled the blood mist to speed up the refining speed, but this active acceleration consumed a lot of spiritual power.

When the cultivation reaches the foundation-building stage, the consumption of spiritual power will take a very long time if there is no spiritual material, elixir or active operation of the technique to recover. At this time, Wang Yong can't care so much. After all, this is in the secret realm, so it's better to fight quickly.

With Wang Yong's participation, the blood mist refines blood faster. In a short time, several people disappeared. Wang Yong cleaned up the battlefield and harvested a pair of tusks of tusk pigs, a third-grade magic weapon, and a third-grade top-grade spiritual material, and then left.

On the way, he checked the harvest this time. The biggest harvest was still a magic weapon. Although it was only at the third-grade level, it could still be sold for a lot of spiritual stones. The other was the sea of ​​blood and corpses. At this moment, the sea of ​​blood was as thick as a thigh, but it was still a long way from the small success.

The cultivation of the sea of ​​blood and corpses is also divided into entry, small success, great success, and perfection.

Getting started is like when Wang Yong first condensed the blood-colored thread. The small success is to grow it to be as thick as a stream. The great success is based on the big river as a reference. As for perfection, it is to turn the river into a sea.

After the great success of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, the sea of ​​corpses can be bred in it.

Wang Yong always felt that this technique was too abnormal and was not like the technique of the foundation-building period at all.

But Wang Yong did not have a deep understanding of this technique now, and all this was just his guess.

Wang Yong continued to move forward, and in a short while, Wang Yong heard the movement again.

Wang Yong suddenly felt that his luck was too good. He met two waves of people in a short time.

Wang Yong rushed in the direction of the sound.

At this time, the royal family and the people of Jubao Pavilion also started their own herbal medicine collection.

Because of their large number, other casual cultivators did not dare to touch them at all. As long as they saw them from a distance, they would leave quickly and would not be in the same area with them.

Wang Yong also rushed to the place where the noise occurred at this time.

The battle was over. There were countless corpses of monsters and humans lying on the ground. It was obvious that a great battle had just taken place here.

Wang Yong also recognized this monster. It was a fire wolf that lived in groups. It had red hair all over its body. The most eye-catching thing was its fiery red wolf tails, which were the main raw material for making some talisman pens.

Wang Yong used his spiritual sense to scan the fire wolves in front of him. There were exactly twenty of them. There were also six dead human cultivators, and the remaining ten were all injured.

From a deep pit in the field, it can be seen that the movement that just happened was caused by this attack.

The highest cultivation among these people was only in the late stage of Qi Condensation. Wang Yong had already regarded these flesh and blood as his own possessions.

But Wang Yong was not in a hurry to show up, because he just found out that there was a group of people hiding in the dark, but the highest level of their cultivation was only at the peak of Qi Condensation. If Wang Yong wanted to be the one who got the upper hand, he had to be patient, otherwise it would be bad if he scared the group away.

At this time, the group finally couldn't bear it anymore and came out.

There were four of them, all wearing black clothes and masks, but Wang Yong, who had divine sense, could see their true faces with just a glance of divine sense.

The leader walked and clapped his hands and said, "Not bad, not bad, it's a pity that you met me this time."

The remaining few people had just finished a battle and had not had time to feel the joy of the harvest. Seeing this situation, they all looked ugly.

At this time, a man took a step forward, clasped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, you take these wolf corpses, can you spare us?"

"Spare you? Killing you will be more useful to us." The black-clothed masked man said, and blood-colored spiritual energy surged around him. The people on the opposite side saw this and their faces changed drastically. They knew that they were doomed this time, because these people were all blood monks.

Everyone also prepared for the battle. Wang Yong looked at those blood monks and had some guesses. These people should be members of the Blood Bat Demon Sect. It seems that this trip to the secret realm is going to be lively.