The golden sword talisman that Lin Mucheng gave to Fang Ling was almost Fang Ling's most powerful self-defense item now. Just now, Fang Ling even thought of borrowing this golden sword talisman to kill the corpse and the lord together.

However, unexpectedly, the golden sword talisman and the lord's short sword full of yin energy collided and became two pieces.

"Boy, just relying on a talisman, I want to fight with my Xuanyin sword! Now, die for me!" As the Lord spoke, he pinched his fingers, and the short sword slashed towards Fang Ling as fast as lightning.

Just when the sword was three feet away from him, Fang Ling felt a cold breath that instantly covered his whole body, and he could not move at all.

I could only watch the short knife divide himself into two sections.

Fang Ling felt that death was so close to him!

The Lord did not care about Fang Ling's death at all. This boy dared to attack him. It was a great sin and he had more than death! He even had an idea in his mind, that is, if he let this boy die so simply, was he too compassionate?

"puff"

The moment the thought of the Lord arose, he felt a chill in his chest and abdomen. In his last consciousness, he saw a hole appearing in his chest.

A black palm emerged from the hole.

The Lord is not unfamiliar with this dark palm.

He tried hard to turn his head to make sure of his judgment, but his head could no longer be twisted.

As the corpse-refining hand exerted force, the Lord's body was divided into two pieces.

Fang Ling was not happy at the death of this confidant enemy. At this moment, he stared at the black short sword that had already been cut in front of him.

Could it be that I was so unlucky that I killed the Lord and died under his knife?

The sword light was as fast as lightning, and under the gloomy aura, Fang Ling could not move at all!

Death is Fang Ling’s only way at this moment!

"Dang"

A crisp sound of gold and iron collision sounded in Fang Ling's ears. Accompanied by this sound, the Xuanyin sword fell at Fang Ling's feet.

Fang Ling moved his body with difficulty, and at this moment he felt that his whole body was covered in sweat.

This is the real moment of life and death!

The black corpse was standing quietly beside Fang Ling. With the light of light, Fang Ling could even see a look of disbelief in the eyes of the dead Lord.

After taking a few quick breaths, Fang Ling threw the fear hidden in his heart behind his head and reached out to pick up the black knife.

This black knife was not too heavy. When he touched it, he felt like he was about to freeze. Fang Ling was originally going to observe the black knife, but after only a few breaths, he couldn't stand the coldness of the black knife.

He put the black knife into the small Qiankun bag a little reluctantly, and Fang Ling picked up the golden sword talisman again.

The golden sword talisman that has become two pieces has no spiritual energy, and it looks no different from ordinary yellow paper.

Fang Ling sighed and carefully treasured it.

The decayed smell made Fang Ling focus on refining the corpse again. Thinking of the purpose of this time, Fang Ling began to search the cave.

Although the outside of the cave is not big, there is a unique cave inside, which is very wide. At the deepest point, twelve black coffins are lined up in a circle.

Fang Ling looked at it and found that the eleven corpses in the coffin were intact.

It is not negligent at the moment. It uses the same method to refine the eleven corpses.

As the twelve corpses above the seventh level appeared in the cave, the rotten smell became stronger. However, when faced with these twelve corpses, Fang Ling felt a sense of joy. With these twelve corpses, even if he met a monk at the seventh level of Qi training, he was sure to compete.

"receive!"

The thought flashed in his mind, and Fang Ling directly took twelve coffins and ten corpses into the smoke and dust map of the western suburbs. Fang Ling placed the other two corpses at the entrance of the cave for warning.

The burning torch illuminated the cave like daylight, illuminating Shen Mufeng's shriveled and frightened body. Although ninety percent of the Nine Turns into the Dao Dan was fake, Fang Ling was still preparing to search.

"The Vajra Palm and the Giant Spirit Hand are not much different from the Spectral Sword technique, so it is useless to practice it!"

"Hen Mufeng is quite a bit of money!"

"Huh! What is this?" Fang Ling took a jade talisman and looked carefully. The jade talisman was only the size of a palm, with many words the size of a fly head written on it.

After staring at these words, Fang Ling's face showed a hint of ecstasy: the recipe for the Nine Turns into Dao Pill!

The discovery of this pill recipe made Fang Ling very excited. You should know that the most important thing he is to break through the seventh level of Qi training. With the ninth turn into the Taoist elixir, breaking through the bottleneck of the seventh level is a natural result.

Thinking about the content of the pill recipe, Fang Ling pondered for a moment and then turned his gaze on Shen Mufeng.

Although he was not very clear about this guy's origin, there was one thing that Shen Mufeng did not lie to him. There was really a Nine-Turn Dao Pill in his hands.

He remembered the alchemy technique on the jade pendant in his heart. Fang Ling exerted force with both hands, and the jade pendant turned into a ball of jade powder and fell on the ground.

Fang Ling got a big surprise from Shen Mufeng, which made him look forward to what he got from the strange Lord. After a while of searching, Fang Ling found a small Qiankun bag from the Lord.

This Qiankun bag is twice as big as the Qiankun bag given to Fang Ling by Lin Mucheng, and it is as big as a house.

There were a lot of things piled up in the Qiankun bag in a mess.

Fang Ling looked through it and found that in addition to some of the clothes and gold, what really attracted his attention were several small bottles of pills, a long jade piece and several books.

I took out a small bottle casually and saw three small words "Pangjin Pills" written on it. I pulled out the bottle cap and poured out one, and a spicy smell came to my nose.

What is the effect of this medicine?

Fang Ling didn't dare to treat himself as Shennong, so he looked carefully and put the pills into the small jade bottle.

The other bottles are written with the Golden Essence Pill and the Jade Spirit Pill!

Putting down the jade bottle, Fang Ling picked up the long jade block. There was no trace of it on the jade block, but a faint halo appeared under the fire.

Could it be that this is the jade slip used by monks to record things?

Fang Ling's thoughts flashed, so he followed the method of reading the jade slip from his memory and used his own heart to sense the jade slip: "Xuanyin Taisu Jue".

After reading the contents of the jade slip, Fang Ling fell into deep thoughts.

This jade slip records the magic formulas in the first three layers of the Xuanyin Taisu Art.

By refining the "Xuanyin Taisu Jue" to the third level, you can achieve the golden elixir.

Fang Ling is practicing Peiyuan Gong now, that is, to cultivate the foundation building, and this set of Xuanyin Taisu Art is obviously several points higher than Peiyuan Gong!

Fang Ling was moved, but in the end he suppressed this kind of eagerness.

He has already practiced the fourth level of the Yuan Purification. If he overturned and practiced the Xuanyin Taisu Art again, he would be half the result with twice the effort. What's more, in another half a year, it would be the time for each immortal sect to select disciples, and he must not miss it.

"It's good to let Sister Ying practice this set of magic tricks!"

After talking to himself, Fang Ling began to look through other books again.

After more than an hour, Fang Ling, who put down the book, looked at the Lord who had become two halves with complicated eyes!

This gaze is surprised, unbelievable, and even more admirable...

Regardless of past and present, Fang Ling is a proud person. It is not easy to make him admire someone from the bottom of his heart.

But the Lord in front of him who was lying in a pool of blood, no, should be called him Wang Cheng now, but Fang Ling was deeply impressed.

"The Record of the Conquering the Dao" is not a secret record of the secret magic method, but a record of the experience of becoming an immortal and seeking the Dao by Wang Chengxian.

This records Wang Chengxian's journey of seeking Taoism. He has low qualifications and has not yet broken through the seventh level of Qi training until now. However, with decades of dedicated research, especially after occasionally obtaining the Xuanyin Sword of a dying monk, Wang Chengxian has taken a path that no one else has taken.

Blood training treasure craft!

According to Wang Chengxing, a person himself is a treasure trove, and outside of a person is also a treasure trove. It is best to use his own treasure trove, but if he cannot use his own treasure trove, then borrow the treasure trove outside of his body!

Fang Ling was already very impressed by this theory, but what made Fang Ling even more admire was that Wang Chengxian had found a path to blood refining.

This path is about the blood refining method he discovered, allowing the magic weapon to establish a connection between flesh and blood and flesh between people, thereby achieving the purpose of controlling the magic weapon.

In the eyes of normal practitioners, this way of practicing magic weapons is a kind of evil way. After all, if you don’t practice it yourself, your lifespan will not last long. After a hundred years, you will be a piece of loess. Those who practice Taoism do not take this method at all.

However, it has given those who are of ordinary qualifications and cannot advance to the seventh level of Qi training in their entire lives to have the hope of using magic weapons.

Before Wang Cheng died, his cultivation level was still at the sixth level of Qi training, but he commanded the Xuanyin sword that had been refining blood for many years, and he could at least compete with the cultivators at the eighth level of Qi training.

This is a person who breaks the rules!

Fang Ling didn't regret killing this person! Because his own life is more important.

But a person who can walk out of his own path will always be admirable!

He bowed to Wang Chengxian's corpse, and Fang Ling dug a hole outside the cave with the Jinghong Sword and buried Wang Chengxian's corpse.

He waved his hand and took out the Xuanyin sword from the storage bag, and Fang Ling carefully played with it. It was because of this short sword that Wang Chengxian had embarked on a different path of spiritual refining, but when he achieved the path of spiritual refining, Wang Chengxian also paid the price!

The extremely cold Xuanyin Sword was invaded by the yin energy of the Xuanyin Sword when Wang Chengsheng was performing blood refining. Only by sucking human blood every day can he relieve the cold poison.

Although Wang Chengxian mentioned in the Record of the Presentation and Seeking the Dao that he had found a way to prevent this kind of yin energy from invading, Fang Ling was still a little worried.

He didn't want to suck blood and keep warm like Wang Chengxian, but this Xuanyin sword deeply attracted him.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling put away the Xuanyin Knife first and took out a bottle of python balls. According to the records of the presentation and seeking Taoism, this medicine is of great benefit to the fourth to sixth levels of Qi training.

Wang Chengxian used the power of this medicine to cultivate from the fourth level to the sixth level!

Fang Ling naturally won’t let this good medicine go!
Chapter completed!