Chenxing Sword Ground-level Fourth-Grade, the blade of the sword spreads like a green gel, once it encounters resistance and pressure, the huge force contained in it will explode violently.

The brute ape's fists erupted with a dark red light mist, forming a thick layer, and the sword blade was not afraid at all, and the torrent of fist power slammed on the huge sword surface that widened to the size of a door panel.

The brute ape roared violently, and his fists rained down.

Yi Hong's old ancestor's arm became more and more numb, and he gradually couldn't bear it, and his magic weapon talisman came out in succession, and they all flew away in the chaotic fist light.

The ancestor shot thirty zhang backwards, and hurriedly recited the magic trick.

The valley was full of strong winds, and the vast yellow clouds in the sky gathered, suddenly turning into countless wooden swords, slashing fiercely with the momentum of ten thousand swords piercing the heart.

The brute ape has one arm and roars angrily.

"Boom~"

The Demon Qi of the Protective Body burst into flames, and the Gang Wind and Evil Clouds erupted.

The Great Wilderness Ape is a full-attribute true spirit, and the wood attack of Yihong Ancestor has no advantage to take advantage of.

Thousands of wooden swords snapped, penetrating only a very small amount, piercing into the thick fur layer of the ape.

The eyes of the barbarian ape spewed anger, and the power of his fist was even worse, and the ancestor of Yihong stumbled several times, and his sword moves slowed down, showing the appearance of defeat.

"Whew"

Yihong Ancestor spouts spirit core.

The brute ape jumped up high, clasped his fist in the air, and struck hard like a mountain, and the blood-colored fist light smashed on the small spirit core.

"Boom...!"

The high cliffs on both sides of the valley directly set off a hundred feet.

The brute ape was covered in blood, and his fur was torn off in the east and west, while the ancestor of Yihong fell far away and kicked his legs.

The brute ape staggered a few steps, and his wheel arm swung his fist, smashing into Yihong Ancestor, who barely opened his eyelids.

Flesh and blood are turned into mud, body and soul are destroyed!

The ape sat on the ground and gasped for breath, retracting into human form.

Xue Tong didn't care about cleaning the wound, copied the rotten meat and magic weapons on the ground into the storage bag, and left in a hurry.

……

"Kui Wood Wolf, Lou Jin Dog, the rumors are true, the old thief really got the Changsheng card of the Xugong Palace."

"No wonder the Wood Sword Spell and the Chenxing Sword Blade are so strong!" Xue Tong checked Yihong's ancestor's storage artifact, talked to himself, and counted the spoils.

One fourth-grade magic weapon at the prefecture level, four third-grade magic weapons, 60 million spirit stones, and nine boxes of seven-grade pills.

Xue Tong sneaked back to Xiashan Garden and recuperated for a few days, waiting for the tattered skin and rotten flesh on the surface of his body to no longer be so scary, so that Yan Sihai Zhuge Jing released the news: "The ancestor of Yihongmeng died in the hands of Xue Yuan, Xue Yuan's divine skills possessed him, and he already had the power to capture the martial saint, but the Fahai spiritual pressure was hidden deep and not known to outsiders. ”

Yan Sihai Zhuge Jing saw Yihong's ancestor name and many Yihong League exercises, and couldn't help but believe it, the truth was revealed, Xue Tong hid the spiritual pressure, and deceived everyone's feelings.

The others did not see the physical evidence, and they were half-convinced and suspicious that Yi Hongmeng refuted the rumors, and slowly believed it.

The news spread quickly, and no one dared to fight Xue Tong and the idea of the Xiashan Spirit Pavilion again.

Xue Tong killed two enemies in a row and laid the foundation.

Leng Xun quietly left Yihongmeng and disappeared; Jiang Lingyan shrank his head and didn't come out, and Shenglingzhuang Medicine Village no longer had its previous momentum.

Leng Xun instructed the sect master who defected to Xiashan to be a traitor, and because he inquired about Hou Qingdan's whereabouts, he was exposed, and he showed his head to the public to set an example.

Only Hou Qingdan asked Xue Tong about the details of Yihong's ancestor's death.

Xue Tong did not reveal the truth about killing the enemy, and said a set of pre-conceived statements.

……

Xue Tong only kept the Chenxing Sword, sold the new magic weapon, and asked for the four-grade quenching clay.

The Hunt Heaven and the Brute God Fist need to be improved.

The fist gloves have been raised to the fourth grade, they can be stretched and contracted freely, and the big hands of the brute ape can also be worn, and the power of the iron fist should not be comparable to the bare hands!

Four-grade quenching is hard to find, but fortunately, Xue Tong is not in a hurry for a while, and he will collect it slowly.

He beat the "country" with his fists, and it was time to enjoy the dividends...

Ten years.

Xiashan Pavilion has become the first-class spiritual shop in Haodu, and the sales volume of Cambrian mountain resources has quadrupled compared with the initial construction.

"Vice Sect Master Xue, Hou Sheng, please go back to the mountain." Chang Zhiqian handed over the newly sent mountain spirit object, and said with a heavy heart.

"What's wrong, Hou Sheng's practice went wrong?"

"Well, I didn't succeed in rushing through the level, my vitality was damaged, and I need to recuperate for a while." Chang Zhiqian sighed.

Hou Qingdan took a large dose of pills to forcibly rush the pass, and the consequences were serious, and he needed to recuperate for twenty or thirty years, and try again after a complete recovery.

Xiashan Wusheng Palace.

Xue Tong has not seen Hou Qingdan for eight years.

Hou Qingdan's face was haggard, and he said gloomily: "Cultivation is a regression, which is frustrating. ”

Xue Tong comforted a few words, meaning that twenty years will be a flick of his fingers, and the coming days will be long, and there is no need to be discouraged.

"The pill is sufficient, there is no strong enemy attack, and the sect is prosperous, so why worry about not succeeding in the middle term?!"

Xue Tong and Hou Qingdan Changsheng behaved intimately, but since he went to Haodu, they have met very little, and now they are remarkable.

Hou Qingdan went out of the customs and summoned more than ten sects such as Miaogao Sect, Xueyuan Sect, and Yinjiao Fang, and told Xue Tong about the purchase of quenched earth.

Almost with the power of the whole sect to collect quenched earth, the benefits of relying on the large sect are completely revealed.

Time is like an arrow, and twenty-six years are a flick of a finger.

In addition to Hou Qingdan's practice, he used the quenched clay that was collected one after another to refine Xue Tong's barbarian god fist to the fourth grade.

Then the palace was closed and rushed again.

Fifteen years later, he bore fruit and was promoted as he wished, and it took two hundred and eighty years from his sanctification.

Monks who have sufficient resources and have not encountered major temptations are unwilling to take risks, and Xue Tong enjoys the dividends of peace and continues to cultivate.

He had never enjoyed such a long period of good times.

Until forty years later, he was promoted to the Heavenly Manda!

It has been 90 years since he destroyed the ancestor of Yihong and laid a great cause in one fell swoop.

The elixir, beast corpse, and quenching weapon that Xue Tong needed did not need to expend his own strength, and he could solve it with spirit stones.

During this period, the spirit pet was upgraded, the sword array was upgraded, and with the addition of Azure Ink Annihilation, the Blood River Dragon Patrol Array was upgraded to the second-grade fourteen swords.

……

"Xue needs to go out to travel, and Xiashan Pavilion will be handed over to you." Xue Tong summoned Yan Sihai and the others and said.

Yan Sihai and others have been stained for 90 years, such as Zhuge Jing, who is already a monk in the middle of the Heavenly Dynasty.

Everyone listened to their words, how could they have any objections, "The strength of the sect has skyrocketed, but the sphere of influence has not expanded, there is no dispute with others, and it is prosperous." Although Vice Sect Master Xue can rest assured, we will definitely take care of it properly. ”

Xue Tong returned to Xiashan to live and bid farewell to Hou Qingdan.

As soon as the high-level monk Wu Qingqing said to me, everything is centered on improving strength and cultivation.

"Be careful, and when the time is right, you will return to the sect as soon as possible." Hou Qingdan knew that Xue Tong's resources at hand were about to be exhausted, and there was not much left of the elixir spirit stone.

"Well, there's news of the Immortal Habitat as well."

Xue Tong rode the eagle eastward, wanting to go to Donglu and refine the heavenly sage.

After more than 100 years of wind and rain, most of them gave birth to the soul of the weapon, which can be quenched and smelted.

……

The east bank of the Yan River.

Xue Tong dressed in an ordinary dress, suppressed Fahai Ling's pressure, and entered the riverside village.

The demon clan occupied seventy percent of the territory of Donglu and had no intention of crossing the river to the west, so the villages along the river were not cleaned up, leaving these middle and low-level monks to fend for themselves.

"The Taoist is going to cross the river?" The village monk asked.

"Passing by, the demons from the east don't come much."

"I haven't seen it for a few years, the mountains and rivers here are poor, and the elixir demon can't look down on it, why are you here?"

"Have you been to the East?" Xue Tong asked.

The monk waved his hand, "If the demon doesn't come, he will already go to the top, who will take the initiative to seek death in the east?"

"How is the monk who crosses the river?" Xue Tong asked.

"In the past few years, there have been fewer and fewer of them, and it is difficult to do business."

"Life is not good, why don't you go to Xilu?"

"I can't talk about good or bad, I can only make a living as a ferryman, what can I do if I go to Xilu, I will just mix."

Xue Tong chatted for a while, said goodbye and left.

In the vast wilderness, there is no one or one demon in sight.

After several days of trekking, it is not far from Ningyang.

The battle of Ningyang fell millions, and the tragic situation seems to still be vivid, with a large cemetery in the northwest of the city, and several tens of thousands of corpse pits.

A hundred miles away, he felt that the ghost aura was gloomy, and Xue Tong summoned the soul beast to accompany him.

The upgrade of the Violent Ape Soul Beast is the slowest, only in the early stage of the Heavenly Man, and the other three are already mid-stage spirit pets, especially the White Tiger, which has been nourished by the ice attribute beast corpse in the Cambrian Mountain Region, and has been promoted by two levels in the past ninety years.

"Someone!" Xue Tong's red eyes stared into the distance.

The team of monks was about to leave, and they spread out in a fan, searching and advancing.

Where are the Terran monks from the demon territory?

Xue Tong suddenly appeared, wanting to ask what was going on.

Unexpectedly, the monks in the rear immediately moved and fired a warning bullet.

It was too far away, and Xue Tong was half a step late after all. The ice beads passed through the monk's brain, and the bullet exploded into the air, and the fire was enough to send a warning for hundreds of miles.

Xue Tongsheng captured the man in front of the team and left quickly.

……

"Before... Spare your life!" In the middle of the monk's master, he trembled and begged for mercy.

"Why are you in the demon cemetery, and why don't your accomplices say a word to warn?"

"The small hired demon patrols the cemetery, and the demon instructs outsiders to immediately warn and kill. The Ningyang Cemetery is regarded as an important resource, patrolling the periphery of the human race, and collecting soul from high-level demon cultivators. ”

"There is no definite number of souls, what if you wait for a coincidence?"

"The demons confiscated our magic weapons, and killed people with only spells and talismans."

The monk's storage bag and sleeve did not have any magic weapons.

"There are a lot of high-level demon cultivators, who is in the cemetery at the moment?"

"The Black Horn King, the Celestial Peak Realm Bull Demon, the high-level demon clan rotates every five years, and how many souls you can absorb depends on luck."

"How long has the Black Horn King been here? Just one person?"

"I have been here for two years, and I have brought ten subordinates, and only the Black Horn King can absorb the soul of the instrument, and the rest of the benefits are equally divided among the subordinates. Those demon cultivators are all their confidants, supervising each other, and they will never swallow the soul of the weapon privately. ”

"How many people are on the Terran patrol?

"Ten teams of 100 people, patrolling more than 800,000 square miles."

"What is the status of the demon clan's territory? The shemale race has lived in peace?" Xue Tong asked again.

"The demon clan hired a small number of people to cultivate, and no longer attacked the northern human territory, it seems to be satisfied." The monk replied.

"How many demons are there in Ningyang?"

"Five million, tens of thousands of hired people."

"The Black Horn King Ningyang's?"

"It is said that Hedu is here, and the Hedu Cemetery and the Ningyang Cemetery are sent by higher-level demon cultivators, and more news is unknown to the younger generations."

"Well, you were captured alive by the deity, and there is no way to go back."

"Seniors spare their lives! The little ones can go away. ”

"For your honest sake, I'll spare your life." Xue Tong recited a few words of the formula.

The monk was stunned for a moment, then he broke out in a cold sweat and fell to the ground convulsing.

When he gradually regained his senses, he only remembered that he was captured, and the person's appearance and everything after that were completely lost.

The monk discerned his direction and hurried for his life.

Xue Tong used the Divine Soul Dao technique to erase a memory of him, and it was also regarded as merciful to his subordinates, and he would not kill innocents indiscriminately.

……

"It seems that we need to kill a lot of demons and gather the soul again!"

Xue Tong knew the bottom of his heart, and deliberately avoided the Terran patrol, sneaked hundreds of miles, and entered the central area of the cemetery.