Chapter 122: Meeting Mo Wenjian Again
Chen Luo was flying in the air on leaves. The giant white python seemed to have intelligence. After missing its attack, it immediately fled. Its huge body shuttled through the forest, knocking countless trees upside down and causing gravel to fly everywhere.
After the mummy old ghost broke the evil spirit of the Yinmulin, the effect of the maze disappeared. Chen Luo and the white giant python chased and fled, and soon they were out of the range of the Yinmulin.
"This python is faster than the giant ape, given its huge body."
Chen Luo stepped on the leaves, his figure blending into the mountain wind, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. The trees, grass, and rocks on the ground quickly retreated, and the giant python in front also noticed the pursuer behind, and kept sweeping away the gravel and trees with its tail, trying to block Chen Luo's progress.
'The wind has changed.'
'There is spiritual energy gathering in the snake demon's body, and it may counterattack.'
"Use the Fire Spell to attack the left side. There is an enemy!"
Three thoughts emerged in the external brain. These three thoughts came from the brain of the wind-attributed Qi-refining master, which was sensing the surrounding environment. There were also two brains of the foundation-building cultivators, who were paying attention to the actions of the snake demon, and the last one was the brain of the casual cultivator Wan Ming.
This guy has a very keen sense of hostility. When Chen Luo tried to kill him, his palm was injured by his instinctive resistance. Now, after being absorbed by Chen Luo, this keen sense has also been brought to his brain.
bass!
Chen Luo stretched out one hand and put the two fingers of his right hand together.
The spiritual energy circulated to the palm of his hand, and the hot energy instantly turned into magic and blasted to the side. The hot flame turned into a long dragon, distorting the surrounding air.
boom!!
There was a loud explosion, and a heat wave rose to the sky. The scorching fire energy blew up the entire area, burning trees and splashing rocks. A figure rolled out from the nearby woods in an extremely embarrassed manner. The man was wearing a blue-gray outfit, carrying a glass-colored sword on his back, with dishevelled hair, and looked extremely embarrassed.
"Mo Wenjian?"
The moment the figure rolled out, Chen Luo recognized this guy at a glance.
This sword cultivator was the genius sword cultivator who had carried out the first mission with him. Chen Luo still remembered his immature words clearly. It was just that the scene was too chaotic during the first mission, and Chen Luo never saw him again after he rushed out. He thought he had followed the old path of his sword cultivator senior brother, but he didn't expect that he could escape the disaster because of him.
Now it seems that he has betrayed the immortal sect.
Surrendered to the enemy.
The blue-gray clothes he was wearing were exactly the attire of the inner disciples of the Nine Poison Valley.
"How did you find me?"
Mo Wenjian's face looked a little ugly. He couldn't understand how Chen Luo found him. After joining the Nine Poison Valley, he changed his training method. Now, in addition to the burst of sword intent, he also mastered several magical powers.
Don't think that he is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. In a real fight, he is not afraid of the tenth level of Qi Refining. Of course, he is only confident of three sword strikes. After three sword strikes, he will run away, otherwise the attack and defense will change, and the tenth level of Qi Refining will be able to hang him up and beat him.
"Of course I saw that you are a waste who just broke through the seventh level of Qi Refining." Chen Luo said condescendingly with the same expression as Mo Wenjian did at the beginning.
"Nonsense. I entered the late stage of Qi Refining in a year and a half. Even in the Nine Poison Valley, no one would say that I practice slowly." Mo Wenjian was dissatisfied. However, his voice became quieter as he spoke, because he found that he could not see Chen Luo's cultivation clearly.
This situation will only occur when one is three small realms higher.
He has reached the tenth level of Qi Refining?
This is impossible!
Mo Wenjian just felt that he must be seeing things. He was already a genius with natural spiritual roots. How could there be someone in this world who could cultivate faster than him!
While the two were talking, the giant white python running in front of them finally gathered its energy. The huge python suddenly turned around and opened its mouth to spray at them.
The storm filled the sky and sprayed dense wind blades from the snake's mouth, forming a fan-shaped area and flattening the ground.
The two people who were talking quickly dispersed. Mo Wenjian displayed his body skills and kept changing in the air like a leaf. The dense wind swept past his body but could never hurt him.
Chen Luo’s way of dealing with it was even simpler.
The moment the wind energy blades rolled over, he opened the brains of the two foundation-building cultivators on the Wudao Peak. One of their brains had wind attribute in its spiritual root, so his perception was sharper, and he could directly observe the weak points of these wind energy blades from the perspective of a foundation-building cultivator.
'The middle part is weak and the spiritual power is chaotic.'
Chen Luo shifted half a step and transferred his spiritual energy to his index finger, gently scattering a wind blade. Then he took another step and shattered the wind blade using the same method.
In the storm, the man did not retreat but advanced, and used his fingers to continuously smash the air blades that threatened him. Mo Wenjian was secretly proud of himself as he avoided the wind blades in mid-air. His skill of "moving with the wind" was an exclusive magical power of wind spiritual root cultivators, which could avoid the enemy's attack with the least amount of strength. It was the most favorite magical power of sword cultivators, and he learned it as soon as he entered the sect. Every time he fought, he used this skill to save strength and make the final blow to kill.
But when he looked down, he was completely dumbfounded.
In his eyes, Chen Luo was like teleporting. He used one finger to continuously smash the incoming wind blades, and then his figure kept changing, and each time he appeared, he would move forward a lot. In just a short while, he was almost at the python's mouth.
"Is this wind blade just for show?"
A thought flashed through the puzzled Mo Wenjian's mind, and then he stopped his movements and tried to transfer his spiritual power to his index finger, imitating Chen Luo and pointing it at the wind blade.
call out.
A bloody cut was left on the fingertip. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the finger would have been gone.
"Sharp Metal Technique."
When he reached the python's mouth, Chen Luo took out his new magic sword and lightly wiped the blade. The python also reacted, it quickly restrained its evil spirit and wanted to retreat, but Chen Luo was faster than it, and the magic sword with the sharp metal technique pierced its jaw, and blood spurted out on the spot.
“It can’t be wasted.”
Chen Luo quickly took out a porcelain bottle and put the gushing blood into it. This porcelain bottle was used by him to store elixirs, which was just right for storing blood and essence, and it could also isolate the loss of spiritual energy.
The white python, feeling the pain, swept across and slammed its head against the ground, creating a huge lotus-shaped pit.
Then a 'ripping' sound was heard.
The python's body trembled, the ground shook, and then there was no movement.
"Dead?"
Mo Wenjian flew down and stood by with a look of disbelief on his face. This was a demon beast at the Perfect Qi Refining Stage. In a normal fight, at least three Qi Refiners of the same level would be needed to kill it.
“Run away.”
Chen Luo drew out his magic sword. After all the trouble just now, the new magic sword he received from the sect had cracks on it, and it was probably about to be scrapped.
He stepped forward and patted it gently with his hand, and the area touched by his palm actually sank in. Mo Wenjian then realized that what was left in front of him was just a snake skin. He pushed aside the shed skin area and quickly stepped forward, and found that the real body of the python had escaped underground by shedding its skin.
This white python was indeed much more intelligent than the giant ape. After realizing that something was wrong, it immediately shed its skin and ran away. Although it looked a little embarrassed, it was able to save its life.
"Tell me, why did you change your family?"
Chen Luo put away the snake skin and began to ask Mo Wenjian about his experience.
"I'm poor. I can't learn top-level sword skills in the Shenhu Immortal Sect. I asked my master about the foundation-building techniques, and he said that it requires 30,000 merit points to practice. With so many merit points, I would have to work for the sect for at least 30 years to afford them. I don't want to waste 30 years." Mo Wenjian didn't hold back and directly stated his choice.
He wanted to build a foundation and even wanted to achieve the golden elixir.
But there are not so many spirit stones.
In the Shenhu Xianmen, everything has a clearly marked price. This is the rule set by the founder.
After more than half a year, the two met again.
Their identities also changed a lot. Mo Wenjian joined the Nine Poison Valley, and Chen Luo became a garrison disciple with an empty title. To some extent, they all abandoned the Shenhu Immortal Sect.
"People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. It's understandable."
If it were Chen Luo himself, he would not want to waste these thirty years. The sooner a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm breaks through, the higher his chances of success will be. After thirty years, what are the chances of success in building a foundation?
"You came here this time for the foundation-building spiritual object, right?" Mo Wenjian suddenly asked.
"You too, don't you?"
Chen Luo nodded. There was nothing to hide.
"It's best not to go there. The foundation-building spiritual creatures here are raised in the Nine Poison Valley." Mo Wenjian hesitated for a moment and reminded Chen Luo.
"Over there, there are foundation-building monks."
“I sensed it.”
Chen Luo sighed. This was why he didn't go there.
When he entered the valley, the two foundation-building brains in his mind had already reminded him.
The control of the three major sects over foundation building was beyond imagination. The foundation building spiritual objects born in places like Mushan City had been distributed long ago. Only cultivators like Zhou Tianyang who had no foundation and relied on the Loose Cultivator Alliance would think of taking advantage, because they could not contact and did not know the division of interests between the three major sects.
"Let's go. Be careful. I'll fight you again after I build my foundation."
Mo Wenjian packed up his magic sword and left without looking back.
(End of this chapter)
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