"However, I also want to learn some dragon skills. The white turtle shouted, jumping up and down.

However, the scimitar responded, "You have only claws, no fingers, and you can't learn." ”

This made the white turtle very angry, feeling that his divine beast appearance had been insulted, and immediately gave the little scimitar a 'burst'.

Xuantian waited for the two guys to stop messing around before moving forward again.

"What's that?" "Shortly after departure, the little scimitar made a soft sound.

This time, it was not the puppets waiting ahead. It's a dilapidated dojo.

Just like the dirt road, this dilapidated dojo is made of yellow mud, and you can smell the smell of earth when you get closer.

Walking inside, you will see dust everywhere, as if no one has set foot here for a long time, giving people a sense of oldness, time returning to the past.

"Oh my God! there's such a building on the dirt road. The little scimitar shook and was extremely excited.

This is definitely a big discovery, different from what was imagined. It's not just a road, it's more like a habitat for some of the biggest names of yesteryear.

The white turtle is also very excited, such a complete and ancient dojo is absolutely extinct outside.

"Will there be a terrible treasure left here?" Of course, this is what impresses it the most.

The little scimitar jumped up, full of energy. The two guys' minds came together, and they rushed into the dojo, which was not a big building, only the size of half a football field, and the two guys were 'running' in it, and suddenly the dust was flying.

"Stop, let me go in first. ”

"You gave me back, I found out first. ”

Immediately there was an argument between the two guys. Xuantian walked in and found that the dojo was very empty, except for a small hut in the corner, and the door was locked.

The tortoise and the little scimitar quarreled in front of the door of the hut, and they both wanted to enter the hut first, so they pulled each other.

Don't look at the small scimitar that is usually sick, the blade body is full of cracks, and there is no vitality at all. But when I got here, I seemed to be full of energy and changed as a person.

However, in the end, it was the white turtle that won, kicking the scimitar into the air, and then rushing into the mud hut like a fly.

Soon, the screams of this guy were heard from inside.

Xuantian was different, and felt that something had happened to the white turtle inside, so he immediately took a step, one hundred meters in a step, and quickly rushed into the cabin.

"What's wrong?" he asked, and as soon as he entered, he spotted the white tortoise.

"It's so miserable, there is no treasure left here. The white turtle wailed, and just now it was also screaming for this.

Xuantian had a dark face, and he thought that something big had happened! The result was a false alarm.

"Bang!"

The white turtle's head blossomed, and he was severely knocked by Xuantian, which was regarded as punishment.

"Hmph! You ran faster than me, and you didn't get a fart. The little scimitar teased, and at this moment he also entered the small mud house.

"This dojo of the pit man makes me excited in vain. The white turtle cursed, his eyes squinted, but suddenly lit up, and said, "What is this?"

It approached, dug up something in the corner where the dust had accumulated, and after removing the dust, it was found to be an incense burner.

"In my once godly intuition, this was nothing more than an ordinary incense burner, of no use. The scimitar said, showing disdain.

The white turtle ignored it and quietly watched the incense burner, only to see that there were still three pillars of old incense that had not been burned on it, exuding a trace of fresh smell.

"No, this is the legendary Dao incense, which has the effect of calming the mind and protecting the soul. It exclaimed, a look of surprise.

"What? You said this thing was the divine incense that the monk longed for when he advanced?" the little scimitar exclaimed, and jumped up with a "poof!"

"Yes, that's it. The white turtle was surprised, then looked at Xuantian and looked at him.

"Is there something wrong?" Xuantian wondered.

"Your kid's realm has reached the peak of the overlord level, and with the help of divine incense at this moment, it is the best time to break through the realm. The white turtle said, but then frowned again.

"I'm afraid, the realm is not so easy to break through! I failed three times back then, even with the help of divine incense. On the side, the little scimitar sneered.

"This guy is hateful, but he has a point. Without the help of natural treasures, even if the divine fragrance calms your mind like a lake, there is still a risk of failure. The white turtle said, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

There are very few heavenly and earthly treasures that can help monks break through from the overlord realm to the level of the mountain master, and they are all priceless and marketable when placed outside, and ordinary people can't be useful.

If you want to say that there is a white turtle, there is, but it is a branch of a thousand-year-old treasure tree, which is very precious, and it is a little reluctant.

"Isn't it possible to use ten thousand-year-old elixirs?" asked Xuantian.

"No, I'll tell you in such a sentence! The medicinal power of a hundred thousand-year-old elixirs is equivalent to a two-thousand-year-old elixir, now you understand!" Bai Gui said, and then gave an example of the branch of the treasure tree he obtained, which was a thousand-year-old treasure tree on the surface, but actually had the medicinal age of five years ago.

This tree has become a sperm, and it is very difficult to intercept such a small section of branches at the beginning, which is already a lot of effort for the white turtle to feed.

"Is there no other way than the treasure of heaven and earth?" asked Xuantian, looking at the little scimitar.

"Don't look at me, maybe there used to be, but I've eaten it all. The little scimitar said, a complete foodie.

"There are other ways to do it, and that is the essence blood of some strong people. This thing is also a treasure, comparable to a miracle elixir. The white turtle muttered, feeling that it was in vain, how could you get such a thing with kung fu at this time.

The next moment, however, it was stunned, with a look of disbelief on its face.

Xuantian took out a claw covered with green scales from the Mud Pill Palace, the length of a battle, the weight of 10,000 catties, and threw it heavily on the ground, causing the dojo to shake, and said, "Is this thing okay?"

"Where did you get this? Why haven't I seen you take it out? "The white turtle is staggering.

"When I fell from the sky, I obtained it in a treasure land, which is the size of a house. It's just that today, this thing seems to be a little smaller than usual. Xuantian muttered, not understanding the reason why this claw had become smaller.

"This thing is the body of a 'fairy', and you actually picked it up. The corners of the white turtle's mouth twitched, admiring Xuantian's good luck.

However, at this moment, the little claws suddenly moved, and the green scales on them raised slightly.

"Oh my God, this thing still has a connection to the body. It's a good thing you took it out now, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. The white turtle was in a cold sweat, and it was inevitable that he would think of the scene of being chased and killed by the immortals, and at this moment there was an urge to strangle Xuantian.

"Anyway, immortals can regenerate flesh and blood, and they are not bad for such a claw. Xuantian muttered, disapproving.

"You're naïve. Don't think that everyone has a treasure like you and can repair it on their own!" the white turtle cursed. Although the figure above the king can regenerate flesh and blood with the power of the realm, it will consume essence blood.

"With the loss of such a claw, that immortal needs to swallow at least dozens of thousand-year-old elixirs to make up for it. The little scimitar interjected, looking at the little paw greedily.

In addition to being able to devour heaven and earth treasures, the essence of this flesh and blood can be absorbed.

"But now that this claw is dealt with, it won't be a big deal. The white turtle muttered, and then pulled out a small grinding plate.

"Phew!"

The light bloomed, and the green-scaled claws turned into a ray of light and entered the small millstone. Then, the white turtle began to grind.

"Young man, I have something to discuss with you. In the process, the little scimitar found Xuantian.

"What's the matter?" Xuantian was curious.

"After this immortal's body is ground into blood essence, can you divide me in half?" the little scimitar prayed.

"Isn't this guy you only able to absorb the treasures of heaven and earth?" Xuantian was surprised.

"Of course not. If the old man needs it, he can absorb the human body. The little scimitar said, but as soon as the words fell, he was knocked away by Xuantian.

"A broken knife, and I want to eat people. Xuantian shook his head and returned to the small mud house, waiting for the white turtle to finish.

Three hours later, the white turtle was finally done, and walked out of the hut with a palm-sized box in his hand.

"Such a big claw, only so little?" Xuantian's eyes almost fell to the ground, it was too little, and there was only a thin layer of blood-red powder inside the small box.

"Stinky boy, you know, this is blood essence. The essence in the blood, how can there be more. After speaking, the white turtle gave the box to Xuantian, and then lit a stick of divine incense in the small mud house.

In the following days, Xuantian had been entrenched in a small mud hut and began to try to improve his realm.

With the help of Shenxiang, his heart was as calm as a lake, without the slightest ripple, and he achieved a realm that other monks could hardly have.

At the same time, the blood in his body was boiling, and countless essences turned into colorful glow and flowed through the meridians, rushing towards his abdomen.

Such a scene is like a hundred rivers and a sea in the east, converging in one point.

This process is undoubtedly shocking, Xuantian's body seems to be a machine in motion, constantly rumbling, like a boiling copper furnace.

During this period, the scimitar kept coming to peek.

"Wow, the blood is vigorous, the physique is amazing, this kid is really extraordinary. It exclaimed, admiring Xuantian's physical body.

However, as a day passed, Xuantian's advancement continued, and there was no sign of stopping.

"Is this kid's body so terrifying, and he needs so much heaven and earth essence?" the little scimitar peeked again, jealous in his heart.

"The greater the capacity of the body, the stronger the strength. The white turtle praised, but at the same time worried, afraid that those essence blood would not be enough.

Fortunately, two hours later, there was a loud "boom!" in the small mud house, and a terrifying air flow erupted, and with it, there was also a coercion of the Ridge Lord Realm.

"Good fellow, it really succeeded. The white turtle exclaimed, happy for Xuantian.

"I just don't know, is there any essence blood left?" The little scimitar thought about this for the first time, and then hurried into the mud hut.