In the quiet quiet room, an emaciated teenager sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, looking quite happy.

Suddenly—

"Huh!" The young man's body moved, and he disappeared in place, and in the small quiet room, more than a dozen afterimages like light smoke suddenly appeared.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" With a series of slight noises of clothes and wind, the small room was suddenly filled with this afterimage, and it was completely impossible to see where the young man's figure was.

After a few breaths, the remnants of the Dao Dao were disillusioned at the same time, and the young man's figure appeared in place again, as if he had never left......

Chen Yuxiang opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction. What this demon immortal golden body brought to the physical body was an all-round change, at this time, not only was his physical body stronger than steel, but his speed and agility had been greatly improved.

What made him even more satisfied was that all his senses were countless times sharper than before, and at this time, he could clearly feel the small changes around him without exuding his divine sense.

Yellow leaves fell from the spirit tree, the autumn wind swept away a speck of dust from the eaves, and the night mist wet the wings of autumn insects...... These details, which were completely imperceptible in the past, were clearly captured by his senses.

This discovery made Chen Yuxiang very happy. After all, the Divine Sense Scanning requires mental energy, while the Senses do not have such a problem. Moreover, in certain circumstances, the function of the senses is irreplaceable by the divine sense.

At this time, Chen Yuxiang's strength, speed, explosiveness, agility, and ability to resist blows have reached an extremely high level, coupled with the powerful divine consciousness that was already extremely perverted, as well as the level of aura control that existed in the Mahayana period, at this time, he was extremely confident in his future in Wudang Mountain.

On Wudang Mountain, strength is respected, and Chen Yuxiang feels that his strength is already good. And here, stronger strength means more sect points. And the more sect points, you can exchange for more spirit stones.

Only with enough spirit stones can he buy those expensive thousand-year-old spirit grasses in Wanbao Pavilion, and he can refine those thousand-year-old melting spirit pills, thus laying a better foundation for Qing'er's cultivation in this world.

For Qing'er's thousand-year-old melting elixir, the more points of this sect, the better. Naturally, in order to get more sect points, the stronger your strength is, the better.

"Senior, thank you!" Chen Yuxiang said silently in his heart.

At this time, in his heart, there was no resentment towards the mysterious existence who helped him. With this two-fold demon immortal golden body, he not only ensured his right to speak in opponents of the same level, laid a foundation for himself to plunder points in the future, but more importantly, shortened the time required for his cultivation before Jiedan. After all, at this time, the body no longer needs spiritual power refining, and the cultivation speed that is forty percent more than in the past is also a big boost for oneself.

"Phew!"

Exhaling heavily, Chen Yuxiang stood up, stretched out his hand, and the second light cluster turned into spiritual power and collapsed, and the items inside also flew into Chen Yuxiang's hands.

It was an extremely ordinary ring, dark in color, without the slightest mana fluctuation on it, just like those ordinary crafts in mortal shops.

The ring looked very worn, and Chen Yuxiang looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see anything unusual about the ring. The material of the ring seems to be the ice silver most commonly used by mortals. However, since it was obtained from that mysterious space, Chen Yuxiang naturally did not think that it was an ordinary item.

There is a simple pattern on the ring, but it is no longer clear what it depicts because the ring is so worn.

"Strange, what the hell is this?"

Chen Yuxiang scratched his head, thought for a moment, put the ring into his palm, and shook his five fingers suddenly!

"Ahh

When I let go of my five fingers, I saw that the palm was dripping with blood, and the seemingly ordinary worn-out ring was not held into mud by myself, but my palm was pierced by the ring and the flesh and blood were blurred.

At this time, even if Chen Yuxiang is stupid, he knows that this ring is absolutely extraordinary. With this two-fold demon fairy golden body, with the strength of his body, even an ordinary low-level magic weapon is estimated to be able to be caught into waste by his own grasp. This ring looks ordinary, not only does it not have the slightest deformation under the full force of oneself, but it can also make oneself injured, which is definitely special!

"This magic weapon is really strange!" Chen Yuxiang stared straight at this simple ring, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.

He understood at least one thing now, this thing must be a magic weapon, and the strength of this magic weapon is quite large. At the very least, it has surpassed the hardness of low-level magic weapons.

However, what is this magic weapon for? Chen Yuxiang looked at the worn-out ring, and his heart was also full of doubts.

"Huh?!" Chen Yuxiang's expression changed suddenly.

The flesh and blood of his palm are blurred, but this injury is nothing to himself, but-

The blood flowing from the palm of his hand did not coagulate, but it was extremely strange to decrease!

Drops of blood poured out of the palms, and disappeared in a very strange way!

According to the recovery ability of your body, the wound should heal immediately, but what is going on now?

Chen Yuxiang quickly released his divine sense, swept towards the ring, and saw a drop of blood turn into an extremely thin thread of blood, burrowing into the ring. The blood-colored thread was a few points as thin as it was difficult to spot with the sharpness of his senses now. As the blood-colored threads poured in, the blurred pattern on the worn ring seemed to be a little more obvious, but it was still impossible to make out what was depicted.

"What the hell!" Chen Yuxiang shook his big hand, trying to shake off the strange ring. Unexpectedly, the ring seemed to be stuck to it, and suddenly—

"Boom!"

A powerful devouring force erupted from the ring, and Chen Yuxiang felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, all flowing towards the wound in his palm. At the wound, a thin blood arrow shot out, and was absorbed by the strange ring.

"Damn, do you want to suck me dry?" Chen Yuxiang was in a hurry, his palm shook again and again, and the spiritual power in his body was also fully mobilized to his right hand, desperately trying to pop out this strange ring. Helplessly, the strange ring was tightly attached to his palm like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the speed of absorbing the blood in Chen Yuxiang's body was getting faster and faster.

One breath, two breaths......

As more and more blood was absorbed by the ring, the strange patterns on the ring gradually appeared, as if it were a dragon in the clouds. However, Chen Yuxiang didn't care about the change of the ring for a long time, he just wanted to save his life, and shook his right hand desperately, wanting to throw the ring out, which looked quite ridiculous.

After a few breaths, Chen Yuxiang stopped his senseless resistance, sat down on the ground in despair, and said again and again in his heart: "Senior!

There was silence in the sea of knowledge, and the cold and seductive female voice did not sound.

Chen Yuxiang sighed in his heart, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Senior, senior, since you gave me such a great creation, and now you want to take my life, this, why bother!"

As more and more blood entered the ring, Chen Yuxiang's consciousness gradually became a little dizzy. He sat helplessly on the ground, waiting straight for the moment when the bleeding would end.

Monks, after all, are human beings, and if they bleed too much, they will also die.

More than a dozen breaths passed, and Chen Yuxiang felt that his eyelids were also a little heavy. He struggled to keep his eyes open and try to keep himself awake. Qing'er's figure appeared in front of him, and he kept telling himself, persevere, you must persevere!

But even at this moment, he didn't dare to complain a little about that being in his heart. He vaguely felt that the being had no ill will towards him. As long as you persevere, then this may be another great creation for yourself!

It's actually easy to stop the bleeding, as long as you swing your sword and cut off your right hand, it will naturally stop all this, but Chen Yuxiang didn't do that. Now, if he was gambling with his life, he was gambling that the mysterious being had good intentions towards him.

His only basis was a little bit of his own intuition.

If you win the bet, it is a creation. And if you lose, you lose your life!