The magic weapon of the immortal cultivation world is divided into two levels: spiritual treasure and treasure weapon, and then there is the legendary immortal weapon.

In addition, Lingbao and treasure are divided into four small levels: lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, and best grade, and the gap between each level is very huge.

The broken knife in Wang Feng's hand, although it was only a broken treasure, was enough to compete with the high-grade spirit treasure in terms of its hardness.

This made Wang Feng a little excited, because his physical body was very powerful, enough to compare with the middle-grade spirit treasures, so some middle-grade spirit treasures were useless to him at all, and the value of the high-grade spirit treasures was too high, even the martial king was rarely able to possess them, let alone him.

Now, he had a broken knife comparable to a top-grade spirit treasure, which was enough to take his strength to the next level.

"Boy, in fact, the real preciousness of this broken knife is not its hardness, but the way it contains that immortal realm powerhouse, if you can comprehend it, it will be of great help to you to promote to the True King realm in the future. Elder Shu said.

"How do you comprehend this?" Wang Feng suddenly looked expectant.

How powerful should the sword path of an immortal realm powerhouse be, even if he learns a few furs, it is enough to greatly increase his strength.

After all, these powerhouses of the Immortal Realm are at least ancient giants who have lived for a thousand years, and their strength is too terrifying, they are simply close to immortals.

"Conceive this knife with your spiritual sense every day, and refine this knife with true yuan, after a long time, you will naturally have some understanding. Elder Shu said.

"How long will it take?" Wang Feng couldn't help but ask.

"A month at the least, a hundred years at the longest. Elder Shu said.

"You always say that it depends on your personal understanding. And use this to fool me. Wang Feng pursed his lips when he heard this.

He is still very confident in his understanding, and he must be able to comprehend it in a few years at most.

Present. Wang Feng put away the broken knife and began to think about what was next.

After the fierce battle not long ago, the disciples of the Sword Gate and the Rakshasa Gate all died, but as for the disciples of the Xianyun Gate and the Haoqi Gate, Wang Feng did not know the situation.

In addition to them, there is also Huang Tianhua, who does not know his whereabouts, and Mr. Jiu, who escaped.

"This Mr. Nine has been promoted to the True Spirit Realm. If you want to get out of here, there are only two ways. One is to self-destruct a supernatural power seed and let his cultivation fall back to the second-layer realm of supernatural powers. Another is to get the inheritance of the Jiuqu San people. ”

"I don't think he would be so willing to self-destruct the Divine Power Seed, after all, their family's efforts over the years were to enter the Jiuqu Immortal Valley and obtain the inheritance of the Jiuqu Sanren. Recreate the glory of their family. ”

"If you self-destruct a supernatural seed. That is, he lost his wife and his soldiers, and it was in vain that their family spent a lot of money to cultivate him, and he couldn't afford this loss, and their family couldn't afford it. ”

......

Wang Feng's eyes flickered, and he secretly sorted out the clue in his heart, he felt that he still had a chance to kill Mr. Nine.

That's right, it's to extinguish the mouth.

Because once Mr. Nine escapes, the other party will definitely take revenge on him. And to several true kings, say a qiē in this.

Sword Gate and Rakshasa Gate, Wang Feng is not afraid. Because it is impossible for their master to deal with him personally. After all, these two major sects have a great cause, and if their sect master dares to deal with Wang Feng, then the master of the Shenwu Sect will also deal with the disciples of the Sword Sect. In this way, it will only hurt both sides, and no one can afford this kind of consequences.

What really made Wang Feng jealous was the Shi King, he killed Shi Jie, the son of the Shi King, and he had already formed an undying hatred, and the other party would definitely kill him at any cost.

Moreover, King Shi is a lone strong man, and he has no scruples at all, after killing Wang Feng, it is a big deal to stay away from the Iron and Blood Empire, and the master of the Shenwu Sect can't help him.

"I hope this Mr. Nine is very greedy, so that I can have a chance to kill him. Wang Feng secretly sneered.

Immediately, Wang Feng walked not far away, glanced at Zhao Yuhan's corpse on the ground, sighed, shook his head and said: "Speaking of which, there is no grudge between you and me, as the saying goes, people die like a lamp goes out, let it go away with the wind." For the sake of being from the Han Kingdom, I won't let you throw your body into the wilderness. ”

After that, Wang Feng blasted out with a palm, and a big crater was blasted out on the ground not far away.

"The aura here is strong, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and it is also a treasure land. I hope you don't look down on anyone in your next life, because all people are created equal, and when you look down on others, maybe one day you will be surpassed by them. ”

Wang Feng picked up Zhao Yuhan's corpse, gently put it into the big pit, and then waved his hand to cover up the pile of dirt next to it.

A small low tomb suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wang Feng then found a boulder, cut it into a tombstone with a broken knife, and then carved it like a sword.

"The old man, the tomb of Zhao Yuhan...... Wang Feng, standing. ”

When the last word was engraved, Wang Feng sighed and turned to leave.

Zhao Yuhan, a woman, has a great impact on Wang Feng. A few years ago, it was because of Zhao Yuhan's oppression that Wang Feng constantly forced himself to cultivate, and then he had a series of adventures, and finally reached his current realm.

People die like lights going out, and even said that from the moment he left the Han Kingdom, Wang Feng had no grudge against Zhao Yuhan.

She's just a passerby in his life, maybe years later, he will smile when he thinks about it.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Not far away, Sun Yun opened his eyes, his face full of joy.

After refining a thousand-year-old ginseng plant, his strength increased greatly, and now he was enough to compete with Huang Tianhua and Zhao Feiyun.

This made him very excited, this time he came to the Nine Songs Immortal Valley, and his harvest was too great. Not only has his strength increased greatly, but even his promotion to the True Spirit Realm has been guaranteed, and his future is bright.

However, Sun Yun knew very well that this qiē was obtained with Wang Feng, so he was very grateful to Wang Feng in his heart.

"Let's go!" Wang Feng nodded at him, and then stepped into the air and left the medicine garden.

Sun Yun hurriedly followed.

......

In a cave, Mr. Nine in a black robe. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a look of resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

"Wang!

Mr. Nine's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists. Gnash one's teeth.

He had already recovered from his injuries, but it was useless, because he couldn't beat Wang Feng at all, and he couldn't get the key to the Land of Inheritance.

If he didn't get the inheritance of the Jiuqu Sanren, after he went out, he would just be an ordinary True Spirit level powerhouse.

Their music family has been passed down for more than a thousand years, although since the Jiuqu dispersion. There has never been a powerhouse at the level of a true king, but there have still been a lot of powerhouses at the level of a true monarch, and there will be no shortage of powerhouses at the level of true spirits.

"No, I can't. I must get the inheritance of my ancestors, I can't just go out. ”

"We have worked hard for more than a thousand years, and we finally sent me in, if we fail again. I'm afraid that our composer will not be able to prosper anymore. ”

Mr. Nine gritted his teeth. There was a look of determination in his eyes.

"Wang Feng, I don't believe that you are not interested in the inheritance of your ancestors, but I also have to guard against you, hum!" Mr. Nine snorted coldly and walked out of the cave.

He had reached the realm of true spirits, and his spiritual sense was very powerful, and he flew at low altitude for most of the day, and soon found someone.

This is a young man in a white robe. He was under siege by a group of Bloodtooth Wolves with Divine Powers, but he was fast. The blood-toothed wolves were quickly slain by him.

And the clothes of this white-robed young man did not even have a little blood sticked.

Such strength is definitely not worse than geniuses such as Zhao Feiyun and Huang Tianhua.

Mr. Nine couldn't help but squint his eyes, and then he fell from the sky and exclaimed: "You are worthy of being the killer that the Blood Cloud Building focuses on cultivating, your talent is no worse than the geniuses of the five major sects." ”

The white-robed young man looked at Mr. Nine in the sky, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "True Spirit Realm!"

"How do you know my identity?" said the white-robed young man coldly.

His figure, however, had slowly retreated, and was about to disappear into the woods. After all, except for a genius of the anti-heaven level like Wang Feng, very few people can do a leapfrog battle.

"You don't have to run away, if I wanted to kill you, I could have taken the opportunity to sneak up on you just now. Mr. Nine said lightly, just standing in mid-air, motionless.

When the white-robed young man heard this, he couldn't help but stop, but he didn't approach Mr. Nine, but said coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

He seemed cold and short-spoken.

Mr. Nine didn't care, because he knew that the killers cultivated by the Blood Cloud Building were all like this, after all, a killer would talk too much, and he would only make mistakes.

"I'm here just to tell you a piece of news. Mr. Nine said.

"What's the news?" said the white-robed young man coldly.

Mr. Nine took a deep breath, and then said: "There is a demon among the inner disciples of the Shenwu Sect this time, called Wang Feng, he killed six disciples of the Sword Gate and the Rakshasa Gate not long ago, as well as Shi Jie, the son of the Stone King, and now he wants to kill me and destroy my mouth, if I don't get out alive, I hope you can tell the news to all the True King seniors outside." ”

The white-robed young man's eyelids jumped, obviously shocked by the news, but he had been trained strictly, so he could still maintain his composure, and said coldly: "How can I believe that what you said is true, and I have no grievances with him, why should I help you offend him." ”

"Because my family and I know a few places where you Blood Cloud Building trains killers, and also know a few of your strongholds, if you don't help me, you should know the consequences. Mr. Nine snorted coldly.

The white-robed young man's eyes narrowed, and his murderous aura was extremely cold, if he didn't know that he was not Mr. Nine's opponent, I am afraid that he would have already killed the person in front of him.

Never, no one dared to threaten the killer of the Blood Cloud Tower.

"Okay, I promise you. The white-robed young man finally said coldly, and then disappeared into the woods.

Mr. Nine smiled slightly, with the white-robed young man to pass on his message, even if he was killed by Wang Feng, Wang Feng didn't want to live long.

"Wang Feng, it's time to meet you again. Mr. Nine snorted coldly and flew into the distance.

Next to the medicine garden, there is a small tomb, which is alone here.

Suddenly, a pale palm stained with dirt burst out of the grave. (To be continued......)