Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

At the same time!

On the border of the Northern Cang Mountains, there is a huge fairy city with people coming and going.

This scene!

But it was clearly seen by a group of mysterious monks on a small hill ten miles away from the fairy city.

At this moment...

Suddenly, a sword light came at an incredible speed, cutting through the void.

The sword light flashed!

On the deserted hill, a bunch of enchanting blood flowers bloomed in an instant.

The blood flowers fell!

The smell of blood was everywhere!

The sword light dissipated, and an ancient long sword emerged, and then the long sword burst out a warm sword light, spreading like a lake.

In an instant, the storage bag on the body lying in the pool of blood fell off by itself and sank into the sword light.

The next breath.

The ancient long sword shone brightly.

When I looked again, the ancient long sword had disappeared, as if the previous scene was an illusion.

But the corpses before him proved that this was not an illusion.

At this moment, without the suppression of the terrifying long sword, the sharp sword energy that permeated this area burst out in vain.

Bang!

The sword light burst out, and this small hillside turned into white in an instant.

Nothing was left!

Not only here!

In the depths of the Qingmu Mountains, and somewhere outside the fairy city on the edge of the Qingmu Mountains...

Almost at the same time, an identical ancient long sword flashed out of thin air!

The sword light burst out!

Many Jindan cultivators of the Spirit Beast Sect were left alive.

In the end, only a faint smell of blood was permeating.

But this insignificant detail attracted the attention of a young cultivator who was on the road.

The young man who was a casual cultivator in the Qi training period suddenly stopped...

He sniffed slightly with his nose.

"Is there a smell of blood?"

"And it has a little fragrance. Is it not a Jindan Zhenren?

It is a third-level demon beast?"

Zhao Wei's eyes fell on the small hill in front of him on the right, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, the world of immortal cultivation is too dangerous!

Once you are affected by the battle between high-level cultivators, you will definitely die without a burial place.

If it were in the past, he would definitely avoid it and run away without looking back.

But now he hesitated!

It is because there is no spiritual energy fluctuation in the direction where the blood smell came from.

Obviously.

Is he not leaving?

Or is he cleaning the battlefield?

However, Zhao Wei is inclined to the former.

After all, it won't take long to clean the battlefield!

Zhao Wei, who has been in the world of immortal cultivation for seven or eight years, is very clear about this.

And he also knows that there is a high possibility that there will be some spiritual objects left on the small hill that the other party doesn't like?

The other party doesn't like it!

It doesn't mean that he, a young cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, doesn't like it!

Even if it's just a few drops of spiritual blood?

That's a big profit.

Whether it is the blood of monsters?

Or the blood of Jindan cultivators?

Those are all valuable spiritual objects, which can at least be exchanged for a large amount of spiritual stones, enough for him to improve his cultivation by one or two levels.

This point.

Zhao Wei is very confident in his sense of smell.

He can practice safely until now, and his sensitive sense of smell can be said to account for a large part of the credit.

However, the opportunities in the past were small ones.

They are definitely not as good as this opportunity.

As he thought about it.

Many thoughts emerged in his mind.

"Fight!"

"If you don't take the opportunity in front of you, how can you talk about the future immortal path?"

"Besides, there is a high probability that there is no danger!"

Thinking of this.

Zhao Wei, a small casual cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, showed a determined look in his eyes.

Then he walked carefully in the direction where the blood smell came from.

After a while...

Zhao Wei followed the smell of blood and came to the small hillside. Suddenly, he seemed to be in a sea of ​​swords, and his skin was extremely painful, as if countless fine needles were piercing him.

Seeing this.

He subconsciously took a step back, and said with lingering fear:

"So pure! Such a sharp sword energy!"

"I don't know how much power this scattered sword energy has dissipated, but it still can't let people get close!"

However, when Zhao Wei saw the blank land in front of him, a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes, and he murmured in his heart:

"Sure enough! Opportunities are not so easy to come by!"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave the hillside filled with the smell of blood...

Suddenly, Zhao Wei paused, as if he thought of something.

And a trace of joy appeared in his eyes.

"No!"

"It's not that there is no opportunity."

"The sharp sword energy gathered together can definitely be a killer!"

"And if the blood energy scattered on this hillside is collected, it may be gathered into one or two drops of spiritual blood."

"Even if it can't reach the level of third-level spiritual blood!

Second-level spiritual blood is definitely not a problem!"

Thinking of this.

Zhao Wei no longer hesitated and immediately took action.

If he was a little late...

Whether it was the sword energy?

Or the blood energy? They were all dissipating, and his loss would be even greater!

He cast a series of spells, and his meager mana was being consumed very quickly.

In an instant, Zhao Wei's forehead and temples were covered with fine beads of sweat.

Obviously.

Just the sword energy and blood energy that were almost completely dissipated were not something that a small Qi Refining cultivator could easily condense.

Half a day later.

Zhao Wei, whose face was pale, suddenly blushed, but his eyes were extremely bright.

"Finally it's done!"

He looked at the swimming sword thread and a drop of light red spiritual blood that appeared in front of him.

Zhao Wei's face showed an extremely obvious look of joy.

Then his eyes fell on the moving sword thread, and he secretly said with joy:

"This sword thread definitely has the power to kill the Dzogchen Qi Practitioner!"

"Even seniors in the foundation-building stage can probably be a threat?"

"I wonder which senior has such great power?

Just by dissipating the sword energy in the air, it still has such terrifying power? "

Just when he was sighing secretly...

suddenly.

Zhao Wei noticed that the sword thread was showing signs of dissipating, and he immediately ignored it and quickly put it into a jade talisman and took out a spiritual talisman to seal it.

Then, his eyes fell on the drop of light red spiritual blood in front of him.

"Second level spiritual blood!"

"Pity!"

"If we could discover it earlier, we might be able to condense third-level spiritual blood."

Zhao Wei thought with some regret in his heart.

However, when he thought about the almost exhausted mana in his body, he also understood that even he could not condense the more terrifying sword threads and the more precious third-level spiritual blood earlier.

“It’s a good harvest!”

"And the second-level spiritual blood can also be exchanged for cultivation resources at the seventh level of Qi refining."

"You should be satisfied!"

Zhao Wei gave up the unrealistic thoughts, shook his head and thought.

Immediately afterwards.

He put the second-level spiritual blood in front of him into the jade bottle!

Then the little monk didn't even look back and walked away from the hillside in a hurry.

all of these.

Cheng Buzheng had no idea.

Likewise, he never imagined that a junior could actually take advantage of him.

Although he doesn't like it either.

certainly.

This is also the reason why Cheng Buzheng did not come in person.

otherwise.

Dispel the blood!

Purify the traces of the void!

These are all necessary procedures for him to clean the battlefield.

but····

After Cheng Buzheng used the [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword], the four long swords after the spiritual treasure was divided, he was not idle either.

When he reappeared, he had flashed out of thin air on the top of a barren mountain outside [Baiyun Fairy City].

At this time, on the top of the barren mountain...

There were eight or nine monks in black robes gathered together in twos and threes to monitor the Baiyun Immortal City dozens of miles away.

good!

These golden elixir demon cultivators who cover up their appearance are none other than the golden elixir elders of the Ghost Control Sect.

Cheng Buzheng, who appeared out of thin air, glanced at the group of golden elixir demon cultivators and said coldly:

"die!"

In an instant.

The eighty-nine golden elixir demon cultivators who had never reacted to Cheng Buzheng's sudden appearance were suddenly suppressed by terrifying forces.

boom!

Bang bang! !

Before these golden elixir demon cultivators even screamed, they fell to the ground and died sadly.

See this scene.

Cheng Buzheng waved his hand...

Storage bags, ghost towers, and inferior magic weapons... shot out from the bodies of the golden elixir demon cultivators who fell in a pool of blood.

Finally, streaks of light sank into Cheng Buzheng's wide sleeves.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng raised his hand to press down...

Invisible power emerges!

In an instant, a group of golden elixir demon cultivators who fell into a pool of blood turned into coquettish blood flowers!

Looking again, there was only the smell of blood permeating the top of the barren mountain.

Other than that, not a trace remains.

See this.

Cheng Bu Zheng waved his sleeves.

A strong wind swept through.

The smell of blood that permeated the top of the barren mountain completely dissipated and became inaudible.

Just when Cheng Buzheng was erasing the last traces of the demon cultivators left in the world...

A sword light came from the end of the sky and cut through the void.

A chaotic sword light suddenly flashed.

The light fades.

Standing on the top of the barren mountain, a simple long sword appeared in front of Cheng Buzheng.

There are storage bags, spirit beast bags, low-grade magic weapons floating around the sword... and other treasures.

It looks like there are quite a lot of spiritual things.

However.

Cheng Buzheng just glanced at it and waved his hand.

These treasures floating around the ancient sword disappeared.

Before Cheng Buzheng could make any new moves, a chaotic sword light appeared in front of him again.

Another ancient sword emerged from it!

Standing side by side with the long sword from before.

same.

There are also storage bags floating around this sword, as well as magic weapons of different shapes.

However, it's not over yet.

Next breath.

Two more chaotic sword lights suddenly appeared.

There are some low-grade magic weapons and storage bags floating around every long sword!

It stood side by side with two other ancient long swords, floating quietly in front of Cheng Buzheng.

Cheng Buzheng glanced at the many magic weapons in front of him, and sensed the breath of the magic weapon's origin...

Then he thought about it silently in his mind.

"The number of different breaths in the origin of the magic weapon is equal to the number of people!"

"Then there should be no fish that slip through the net."

after deciding···

Cheng Buzheng didn't check the harvest here. He immediately thought about it and took out the invisible power.

The tight storage bags and the magic weapons of different shapes turned into streams of light and disappeared into his other sleeve.

Immediately.

He pointed a little higher in the air.

The four ancient long swords floating in front of him suddenly lit up and approached each other.

An instant later, a simple and noble long sword appeared in front of Cheng Buzheng.

Then the complete [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword] turned into a chaotic sword light and sank into Cheng Buzheng's body.

"Now that I'm out in name, there's no need to go back in a short time!"

Cheng Buzheng stared at the sect deep in the Baiyun Mountains and murmured in his heart.

Then his thoughts changed and he frowned slightly.

"But what's going on with the Ancient Sword Sect?"

"Is it possible that the ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect doesn't know about his relationship with Ye Han?"

"Otherwise, it's time to send the invitations in advance."

"never mind!"

"Go and have a look!"

"If you have the chance, why don't you send Ye Han on his last journey?"

After a long time.

Only then did Cheng Buzheng retract his distant gaze.

Then he had a thought.

A chaotic starlight rose from under his feet, shot straight into the sky, and disappeared.

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This day!

On the edge of the Gujian Mountains, not far away...

In that ancient [Ancient Sword Immortal City], there was an ordinary-looking monk on a busy street, looking around along the street.

As if you are looking for something?

good.

This is Cheng Buzheng who came from the land of Jin.

The current appearance is just a result of the [Zhaotian Change].

With the blessing of this magical power, let alone the Yuanying monk?

Even the Supreme God Transformation couldn't see through his disguise.

Therefore, Cheng Buzheng had no doubt that a certain monk in this world could sense something was wrong?

suddenly.

His footsteps paused, and his eyes fell on the ordinary attic in a remote corner at the end of the street.

"Finally found!"

Immediately afterwards.

Cheng Buqian took out a bamboo hat and put it on his head and walked directly to the attic.

Not long after.

He walked out again.

However, under the black gauze that the bamboo hat fell down, there was a hint of loneliness in Cheng Buzheng's eyes.

He sighed softly and said with regret in his heart:

"Why!"

"I didn't expect Ye Han to have entered Sword Mountain more than a month ago!"

"It's a pity that I couldn't send him on his last journey!"

good.

This was exactly the news Cheng Buzheng bought from that attic.

This loft is also a small information selling organization. Although its power is small and its survivability is weak, it still has some energy in the three-thirds of an acre of [Ancient Sword Immortal City].

Some secret and unimportant information within the Gujian Sect can still be purchased from this intelligence force.

It just so happened that the information Cheng Buzheng needed was just like this.

He also spent a hundred low-grade spiritual stones for this purpose.

This is why he did not hear news about the Ancient Sword Sect Sword Mountain in this fairy city.

Everything was due to a reason, and Ye Han's funeral was carried out in secret.

To this.

Cheng Buzheng was surprised, but also felt that it was normal.

after all.

The Ancient Sword Sect has lost a strong man, and its external deterrence will inevitably decrease.

For Gujianmen, this is naturally not a good thing.

However, it is no secret that Ye Han fell into the Forbidden Sea!

At that time, too many monks from both races witnessed it with their own eyes.

so.

This news cannot be concealed.

In view of these two dilemmas, it is not difficult to understand the choice of Gujianmen.

In the moment of thought.

Cheng Buzheng thought clearly.

Cheng Buzheng, who was strolling on the street, had no intention of shopping anymore.

"That's it!"

"Now that Ye Han's funeral is over, it's time to go to the Endless Sea and give the prepared spiritual objects to my wife."

“At the same time, take care of the chores over there!

After that, you can feel at ease and look for opportunities to break through to the realm of becoming a god. "

"But before that, we need to clear up the hidden dangers."

Think of this.

A cold light flashed in Cheng Bu Zheng's eyes, and at the same time, his steps changed slightly, and he walked directly towards the gate of [Ancient Sword Immortal City].

Not long after.

He then crossed the no-fly zone outside the fairy city.

Immediately afterwards.

Cheng Buzheng had an idea.

In an instant, a mysterious chaotic starlight rose from the soles of his feet and disappeared into the void.

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