Cutting out a Saint Emperor Seal, Wang Xu made persistent efforts and cut out another treasure medicine in the source stone.

This is a soul reviving grass, which can be refined into a big pill called the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, which can live the dead if taken down, and the flesh and bones can be saved as long as there is a breath.

A Soul Rejuvenation Grass can probably practice twelve Soul Rejuvenation Pills, this treasure medicine Wang Xu is not going to sell, he plans to hand it over to the alchemist of the Holy Land to refine a furnace of Soul Rejuvenation Pill.

According to the proportion of contributions, if he sacrifices the Soul Rejuvenation Grass, he can get one-third of the elixir, that is, four Soul Rejuvenation Pills.

These four Soul Rejuvenation Pills, if used well, are four lives, which is more cost-effective than simply selling the treasure medicine.

"This drop of blood..."Wang Xu put away the treasure medicine and set his eyes on the last source stone.

A drop of blood sealed in the source stone, whose blood it was, and what was the use, even Wang Xu couldn't see it.

However, this drop of blood made him feel very uncomfortable, and when he looked at it with the eyes of heaven, he had the illusion of being targeted by a fierce beast.

"The blood of a saint is said to be able to suppress the sky, could it be that this is a drop of the blood of a saint realm powerhouse, or even a quasi-emperor?" Wang Xu only thought of the saint and the quasi-emperor, as for the emperor, the emperor's blood has its own heavenly dao law pattern, but it will not be like this.

"Cut it out and take a look, if it doesn't work, sell it to the sect, it is said that some sect arrays must be painted with holy blood to exert the maximum power, and a drop of holy blood is no less valuable than a fifth-order divine weapon."

The higher the strength, the more resources need to be spent.

The resources for cultivating a saint are ten thousand times that of cultivating a fifth-order emperor, a drop of holy blood can suppress a holy emperor, and whether it is refining treasures or arranging arrays, there is a demand for holy blood.

Click!!

With a single sword, he cut through the source stone sealed with the holy blood, and the infinite holy power rose to the sky.

Before Wang Xu could react, this drop of holy blood that came out of the predicament turned into golden light and fled away, looking like he was actually about to escape.

"Where to go!"

Wang Xu hurriedly chased after him, and chased to the main hall of the outer gate, only to see a pair of big hands poking out from outside, and grabbed the holy blood in his hand, no matter how hard the holy blood struggled, he couldn't fly out.

"Where did you get the Holy Blood?"

With the sound of questions, Luo Lao walked in from outside, pinching the holy blood cut out by Wang Xu with two fingers.

Wang Xu laughed and said, "Elder Luo, this drop of blood was cut out of the source stone by me, my luck is good, right?" ”

"I'd rather you didn't cut anything." Luo Lao is not happy and worried, gambling stones are the same as gambling, you will lose when you go in, and you will understand if you lose, but you will not play next time.

I'm afraid that if I go in, I won, and I feel that I am this piece of material, and I will definitely fall into it if I come and go.

"Uh..." Wang Xu was speechless, smiled humbly, and said: "Old Luo, I still have a soul reviving grass here, you can send this drop of holy blood to the sect, help me exchange for four soul reviving pills, and some healing holy pills back." ”

Luo Lao took the Soul Restoration Grass, Wang Xu didn't say the origin of the Soul Restoration Grass, and Luo Lao didn't ask, for him, since Wang Xu is the Holy Son, he naturally has the opportunity of the Holy Son, and it is not beautiful to ask back and forth.

Accepting the Soul Restoration Grass and Holy Blood, Luo Lao coughed lightly and returned to the point: "Holy Son, I have already brought the people who have taken refuge in the Holy Son Peak, they are now outside, have you summoned them?" ”

"Let them come in, after meeting them, I just happened to go to Shizun's." After Wang Xu said this, he changed into his Holy Son suit and sat on the chair of the Holy Son Temple.

Luo Lao turned around and left, and soon went and returned, bringing more than 100 young heroes.

Wang Xu saw at a glance that most of these young and handsome men were inner disciples, and a few were from the outer gate, and their cultivation was all at the 2nd and 3rd levels.

There is no one of the true disciples, which is inevitable, no matter how bad the true disciples are in the future, they can also mix with the elders of the outer sect, or send out to be a town guard.

Unless Wang Xu comes out of retreat this time and can defeat the remaining ten reserve holy sons and establish his identity as the heir of the holy lord, it will not be enough to attract these people to take refuge.

The former Holy Son, why are there so many irons around him, because he has already passed the test, if it weren't for Wang Xu's intervention, he would already be one hundred percent the next Lord of the Holy Land.

With the identity of the quasi-holy master, the former holy son can get the refuge of the elders, and in the eyes of everyone, it is certain whether Wang Xu can sit firmly in his position.

"There are three or two big cats and small cats, it seems that if you want the true disciples to join me, you have to do a fight with the ten reserve saints." Wang Xu glanced at it and found that there were many people with potential, but none of them could be called the pride of heaven.

The greatest achievement of these people in the future is only the position of the elder of the inner gate, if you are lucky, one or two will become the peak master, and if you are unlucky, you will be in the mess.

As for the Sage, to be honest, Wang Xu didn't see from these people that there was anyone who had the potential to become a Sage.

It may be a bit too much to say this, but if you don't have it, you can't even make his eyes shine, and that's what this group of people will achieve in the future.

Wang Xu was disappointed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he gave everyone a few words of encouragement, and gave them some cultivation resources, so he sent them away.

Seeing Wang Xu's faint expression, Luo Lao waited for everyone to leave, and then said: "These people are actually not bad, if there is your support from the Holy Son, it will be no problem to be promoted to the true inheritance in the future, and become the emperor and the ancestor." ”

Wang Xu didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly.

How is it enough to become an emperor and be an ancestor, now that the world of great controversy has begun, the world will soon return to the time when saints are all over the place, and the quasi-emperor is not as good as a dog.

In less than ten years, the three major divine bodies will be promoted to the True Inheritance, beating the disciples of the Third Order True Transmission like dogs.

You must know that in this era, there are not only three major gods, but a great era of arrogance.

Thirty years later, when this group of Tianjiao grows up, I am afraid that those outer deacons and ordinary inner door elders will be hammered to death by this group of Tianjiao.

The people in front of them, before the big era, may still have some things to look forward to.

Until now, it is just cannon fodder, and for Wang Xu, he can do odd jobs at most, not enough to conspire with great things.

"Holy Son, if this group of people can't do it, there are a few new disciples in this generation who are very promising."

The third generation of the First Demon Holy Land, the latest generation of disciples, most of them are between 16 and 20 years old, that is, the years when Tianjiao was born.

In those years, there were hundreds of people who possessed divine bodies and holy bodies, and there were countless Tianjiao who were inferior to each other.

In the Origin Demon Holy Land alone, there are more than a dozen people with seventh-order root bones, and the new generation of saints is expected to be in the future, and further down, there are even more people with fifth- and sixth-order root bones.

"Tell me about it." Wang Xu is interested, and it must be extraordinary for Luo Lao to say that he is a promising disciple.

"Among the outer disciples, there are three disciples, Xiao Sheng, Zhang Meng, and Sun Hao, each of whom is extraordinary, and each of them is eye-catching, if according to the previous standards, each has the posture of a holy lord. Among the inner disciples, there are even more such people, even if there are three major divine bodies in the sky, they still can't hide the light of some people. These people, in addition to not having a divine body, have talent and understanding, which are not necessarily worse than the three major divine bodies, and can be described as green leaves under the red flower. ”

Luo Lao spoke slowly, and even called the names of seven or eight people, each of whom had the posture of a holy lord, and his performance in his youth was even better than that of a contemporary holy lord.

Wang Xu listened intently and secretly wrote down the names of these people.

After listening, he found that among these people, there was no one named Ye Han, and he couldn't help but ask, "Old Luo, have you ever heard of an outer disciple named Ye Han?" ”

"I've heard of this guy." Luo Lao looked regretful and said, "This Ye Han's performance on the Endless Heaven Ladder is remarkable, and he even broke your record of nine thousand layers that year. It's a pity that Ye Han only has a third-order root bone, so he is not considered a waste, but this qualification..."

Luo Lao didn't say the rest of the words, Wang Xu himself understood.

It's nothing more than ordinary qualifications, difficult to become a road, not worth cultivating and so on.

However, these people are destined to look away, Ye Han is a hidden dragon, not to mention that he is a human, he is a dog, and he will also be the supreme among dogs in the future, unlimited.

"Holy Son Wang Xu, the twenty-year period has passed, are you ready?"

Before Wang Xu could ask any more, the sound of laughter came from outside.

Turning his head to look at Luo Lao, Luo Lao's body bowed, and he said softly: "It's one of the top ten reserve saints, the iron-armed madman Xie Bi'an, I'm afraid the purpose of looking for you is..."

"Challenge me." Wang Xu was not flustered, and sneered: "Just take him to sacrifice the flag!" ”