Meng Wan was too lazy to pay attention to this flatterer. After returning to Suzaku Valley, she went into seclusion and used the power of the sea of blood to refine her spiritual weapon.
There are only ten days left before Duobao Pavilion opens.
Relying on slow and steady methods to practice is nothing but a waste of time, and is far less effective than the improvement gained from refining spiritual tools.
Meng Wan threw the Blood Soul Orb, Blood Demon Orb, Blood-colored Long Sword, and some things that had been successfully transformed into blood weapons into the sea of blood. To save trouble, she also threw in the blood weapons captured from Yuan Wu, Yue'e and others.
In the depths of the sea of blood, dozens of blood-stained weapons of various shapes were constantly floating up and down in the sea of blood.
With every breath, a large amount of blood and water constantly rubs, squeezes and collides with these blood vessels.
Some weaker blood vessels could not withstand such strong pressure and exploded with a "bang", scattering into countless fragments, which were then washed into a ball by the blood and continued to be washed and cleansed.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
As time went on, more and more blood vessels could not withstand the heavy pressure and exploded one after another.
In the end, only seven or eight blood weapons, including the Blood Soul Orb, Blood Demon Orb, Blood-colored Long Sword, Yuanwu's sickle, and so on, survived this ordeal.
Meng Wan then used the blood refining method to gradually integrate the essence extracted from those broken blood vessels into those surviving blood vessels.
The smelting had just been completed by one-tenth, and ten days had passed in a hurry. It was time to set off for Duobao Pavilion.
Meng Wan stopped refining the spiritual weapon, stood up, and headed towards the sixth peak.
When she arrived, Qingling had been waiting for a long time.
When she saw Meng Wan, a cold light flashed in her eyes and she greeted her lightly.
"Junior Sister Meng."
"Hello, Senior Sister Qingling."
Meng Wan greeted with a smile, not caring at all about Qing Ling's cold attitude, and stood aside waiting respectfully.
Not long after, a beam of blood shot out from the top of the peak and landed in front of the two men in the blink of an eye.
The blood light dissipated, revealing a man with an upright figure, handsome appearance and a slightly evil look. It was none other than the Holy Son of Blood, Xue Wuya.
He was dressed in a blood-red brocade robe embroidered with intricate dark patterns, and there was an innate arrogance between his brows that made people dare not look directly at him.
"Let's go."
Xue Wuya spoke indifferently, without any extra greetings, he turned around and walked in one direction.
Meng Wan and Qing Ling hurried to follow.
"The Duobao Pavilion is about to open. We need to go to a secret place first and pass through the teleportation array to enter the first floor of the Duobao Pavilion."
Xue Wuya explained as they walked, "There are many treasures in the Duobao Pavilion. Each one must rely on his own ability to obtain them. When the time comes, you will inevitably have to fight with the best of other sects."
Along the way, Xue Wuya briefly explained the rules and precautions in Duobao Pavilion, as well as the treasures that might appear there.
Although his tone was calm, his words revealed unquestionable majesty.
"Remember, after entering the Duobao Pavilion, you must obey the instructions of this Saint Son and do not be greedy for temporary gains."
Xue Wuya paused, his eyes sweeping over Meng Wan and Qing Ling, a warning in them.
Meng Wan and Qing Ling both nodded respectfully.
When they reached a valley, Xue Wuya suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the valley below, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"This is the entrance to the secret realm."
The three of them crossed the valley and the view suddenly opened up.
In the open space, an ancient teleportation array stood quietly, emitting a faint spiritual light.
There were already quite a few cultivators near the teleportation array, but judging from their appearance, they seemed to be disciples of small sects rather than members of the seven major sects.
At this moment, several figures flew over from a distance and landed next to the teleportation array in the blink of an eye.
"Xue Wuya, you're here quite early."
The person who spoke was wearing black tights and was surrounded by a thick yin energy. He was none other than the Holy Son of the Ghost Path.
Beside him was a female cultivator in an enchanting red dress, with a hint of charm between her eyebrows and eyes. She was none other than the Holy Son of the Demonic Dao.
Seeing this, Xue Wuya sneered.
"It's not too late for you two."
He glanced at the two of them, with a barely perceptible chill in his tone.
The Holy Son of the Ghost Path laughed, his voice was sharp and piercing, and his eyes looked at Meng Wan for a moment.
"I heard that you recently recruited a good subordinate. Today is a good opportunity to meet him."
The Demon Dao Saint covered his mouth and chuckled, glancing at Meng Wan and Qing Ling with seductive eyes, but his words were like honey soaked in poison.
"The Blood Saint is so lucky! These two little beauties have skin as white as snow. They are truly pitiful to me.
Could it be that the Blood Saint, out of sympathy for women, brought them to the Treasure Pavilion to see the treasures instead of competing for them?"
The Holy Son of the Ghost Path laughed, and the sound was sharp and piercing, as uncomfortable as fingernails scratching against stone.
"Xue Wuya, have you forgotten the lesson from the last treasure hunt? Bringing along two burdens, aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistake and returning empty-handed?"
Xue Wuya's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "You two are worrying too much. However, I advise you to stop plotting against them, lest you bring trouble upon yourselves."
The Demon Dao Saint chuckled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Blood Saint, you are too confident."
The Holy Son of the Ghost Path also snorted coldly, and the yin energy around him became even stronger.
"In Duobao Pavilion, everyone depends on their own ability. It's still uncertain who will win."
The two sides seemed to be exchanging pleasantries, but in fact there were undercurrents.
"Oh, then let's wait and see."
Xue Wuya waved his sleeves and was the first to step onto the teleportation array.
Meng Wan lowered her head and glanced at the Demon Dao Saint Son calmly with the corner of her eyes, and keenly caught a hint of something strange.
In addition to the strong demonic aura on the body of this demon saint, there was also a trace of blood energy, which showed that he had also practiced the blood path technique.
At the same time, she noticed that the aura of the Ghost Path Saint was also a bit mixed.
In addition to the cold and ghostly aura, there are some inexplicable things mixed in, making it obscure and difficult to understand.
These saints seemed to be dissatisfied with the practice of a single sect and began to try to integrate the power of other sects.
At this moment, several figures flew over from a distance and landed next to the teleportation array in the blink of an eye.
The leading female cultivator was wearing a dark green robe and was surrounded by a poisonous aura. She was Xue Wuya's ally, Lu Shao, the Saint of the Poison School.
Lu Shao nodded to Xue Wuya, which was considered a greeting.
She did not approach Xue Wuya, but found an inconspicuous corner and sat down cross-legged.
Following Lu Shao, the Holy Son of Gu Dao and the Holy Son of Li Dao also came together.
The Holy Son of Gu Dao Liu is a pretty boy with a feminine appearance. He coughs every three steps and looks very frail.
The Holy Son of Strength is just the opposite of him. She has a rosy complexion, a tall stature, and looks like she has endless energy.
With the arrival of the Saint Son of the Gu Dao School and the Saint Son of the Li Dao School, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
The scene was silent and no one dared to make any noise.
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