Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 636

Family cultivation, my mobile phone has passed through the fifth floor of Chapter 636, Immortal Artifact [Death Bell]

The ruined hall, above the endless ruins, is surging with evil spirits, and the energy of destruction is blooming.

Jiao Yu'er knelt on the ground and surrendered.

This surrender surprised him.

He thought that this noble girl would fight to the end with blood and would rather die than give in, but he did not expect to give in so easily, which seemed a little unexpected.

But what he said later surprised him even more.

The so-called eight holy clans have such a status.

Status, some embarrassing, some ridiculous.

Lu Xuanji said, "Is that really the case?"

Qi Ling said: "It's true. In the Feiyu world, the undead are the real masters. As for other monks, they are only qualified to be slaves, and they are not qualified to be slaves. The difference. Back then, my master, the master of death, why did he encounter it? Many powerful enemies fell under siege. It was because my master was not willing to be a slave."

"The master wants to ascend to the Immortal Realm, but how can that existence tolerate my master's ascension, so my master finally perishes!"

"Now I recognize you as the master, and I hope you can avenge my master's revenge. Just looking at the situation in front of you, you have no choice... You are very dangerous, and you don't even have the qualifications to be a servant!"

Talking about the communication with the spiritual sense, there is a Taoist art, which is the method of refining the immortal artifact [Death Bell].

At the same time, one after another information is also passed. There is another picture.

The battle that year was extremely tragic. Although the Lord of Death killed many powerful enemies, he was also seriously injured, and he was killed soon after. But before sitting, using the last mana, he arranged a supreme formation and began to cultivate the grade of [Death Bell].

In this secret realm, the corpses of monks who died in battle, as well as broken spiritual treasures, underground spiritual veins, etc., are all smelted into it to improve their grades.

After a long time, [Death Bell] broke the shackles and entered the realm of immortals.

Deliberately leaking a hint of breath, thus attracting some arrogance, so the fairy weapon chooses the owner.

Immortal artifacts are very powerful, and the artifact spirits born are also powerful in combat, but they need mana to nourish the immortal artifact. Without mana nourishment for a long time, the artifact spirit of the immortal artifact will fail, and most of them will fall into a deep sleep to reduce their own wear and tear.

Unless the master is extremely powerful, has sufficient and powerful mana, and cultivates magical treasures, the artifact spirit can always be in a state of awakening.

For Immortal Artifacts, it is very important to find a powerful Tianjiao as the master.

In the early stage, he can protect the master; in the later stage, when the master is strong, he can continue to refine the immortal artifact and improve the grade of the immortal artifact.

Lu Xuanji urged the magic trick, and a trace of divine soul merged into the fairy weapon, further integrated into the tool spirit, and began to initially refine the fairy weapon.

Time is passing, refining is constantly improving, and the control of immortal artifact is strengthening, and gradually controls 1% of the authority. This is mainly because the cultivation base is too weak. With the improvement of the cultivation base, the control of the fairy will also improve.

At this moment, he exhausted the mana of his whole body, and he could only activate a trace of the power of the fairy weapon.

Even if it only recovers a little power, it can be invincible with the realm, and even save its life in the hands of the strong.

If the Immortal Artifact is completely revived, it can even fight hundreds of tricks with the monks on the ninth floor of the robbery.

It's just that such a comprehensive recovery, and the lack of mana support from the top powerhouses, will damage the origin of the immortal artifact, which will cause the immortal artifact to be damaged and the artifact spirit to fall asleep. It can be said that as long as the moment of crisis is not reached, the Immortal Artifact will not fully recover. One day, Lu Xuanji's cultivation base will be strong enough to fully revive the Immortal Artifact and burst into peak power.

Having a powerful immortal weapon is equivalent to having a powerful guardian, as long as you don't die.

As long as it's not too bad luck, it can easily grow to the realm of combining Dao, or even the realm of transcending tribulation.

Inside the [Death Bell], there is also inscribed a volume of scriptures called "Death Immortal Sutra", which is the exercise left by the Lord of Death.

Frequent observation of scriptures can enhance the understanding of the Dao and improve one's own Dao heart.

Lu Xuanji asked, "Senior, what's your name?"

The tool spirit said: "The master comprehends the avenue of death, you can call me [Ming]."

"Ming, I know!"

Lu Xuanji said.

Ming said: "You will instill your mana into my body, and I will take a look at the purity of your mana!"

Lu Xuanji nodded, and suddenly a huge mana was input into the [Death Bell].

When the mana was exhausted, the [Death Bell] only slightly emitted a ray of light.

Ming opened his mouth and said: "Yes, your mana tastes very good, it is quite beneficial to the evolution of my body, and the purity of mana is also good. Unfortunately, the cultivation base is too low, and the amount of mana is a little low. You still have to improve your cultivation quickly. For, this is good for you and good for me."

"I won't say more about other things. Remember to instill mana every year to nourish my body. I want to go into a deep sleep and reduce wear and tear. Don't wake me up easily unless there is a major event!"

After speaking, Ming fell silent.

"Is it a fairy artifact?"

Lu Xuanji felt the artifact spirit, the artifact spirit contained enormous power, like a living cultivator, born powerful.

The power of the tool spirit is subject to the body.

If the body is strong, the spirit is also strong; if the body is weak, the spirit is also weak.

Many monks can continue to cultivate and strengthen their cultivation.

However, it is impossible to improve the cultivation base through cultivation. Only in the process of upgrading the body, the spirit of the tool is being improved.

Feeling the Thirty-Three Days of Treasures, this set of magical treasures seems to be composed of thirty-three magical treasures, but in essence there is only one artifact spirit. It's just that the artifact is still very weak now, and it is only equivalent to a child in terms of IQ and emotional intelligence. On the body of the tool spirit, it is just a hazy light group, which has not been completely transformed.

But [Death Bell] is an immortal weapon, but the spirit of the tool directly transforms into a ghost dragon.

"It's time to get out of here!"

Lu Xuanji thought about it.

At this moment, the figure flashed, and the clone turned into the main body again. Lu Xuanji said, "Xue'er, it's not safe here. Let's leave quickly!"

Shi Xue frowned slightly and said, "Can we hold on for a few more days? Even if the rest of the major repairers get the information, it will take three days to arrive, and we still have time!"

Along the way, the two gained countless benefits, all kinds of treasures, all kinds of broken pieces of magic weapons, it can be said that they have made a fortune.

With so many adventures, Shi Xue did not set it up.

Lu Xuanji said, "No, it's not safe here! My intuition tells me that if we stay here, we'll all die. I've been able to save myself from danger all the time because of my intuition!"

Shi Xue nodded slightly.

The two of them flickered and left here.

At the moment when the two left here, the big bell appeared in the void and directly included this relic into the body.

This relic is a cave opened up by the Lord of Death. The cave is huge in area, rich in spiritual energy, and has many resources. It is a supremely blessed place for cultivation. Before leaving, he naturally wanted the secret realm of the sword, and packed them all away.

Soon the ruins disappeared.

About a day later, the void was distorting and a huge eighth-grade beehive descended here, with a conspicuous clan emblem on it, which was the battleship of the undead. Then the void was twisting again, and a red beehive came to suppress the world. This was the battleship of the Jade Demon Race.

Then, one after another, the hive warships came one after another.

The monks who were staying around all evacuated one after another, and they became affected by Chiyu.

The eighth-grade honeycomb is a battleship against the powerhouses, representing invincibility and invincibility in the Feiyu world, as well as endless destruction. Every time the eighth-rank beehive battleship comes, a terrifying war breaks out, and a powerful enemy is destroyed.

The monks present are all shrewd people, and they don't want to be affected by the war and die.

Being a spectator is dangerous.

Such a method of death can be a little aggrieved and aggrieved.

"Gone?"

"How could this be? What happened?"

"The relic of the Lord of Death has been born, and it is in this location."

Among the hive battleships, a stream of spiritual thoughts are surging, communicating with each other, there is shock, and there is a trace of anger, the void is distorted and collapsed.

"I want to see, it's the beast who packed up the ruins and took it away."

In the black beehive battleship, there was a terrifying figure, and a great master of the Dao urged the mirror. On the mirror, the profound meaning of time was flowing, time was flowing backwards, and pictures appeared. But only half of the calculation is backward, that is, it is impossible to continue the calculation, and the picture disappears with it.

"Someone has a secret technique that hides the secret and cannot restore all this."

The monk sighed slightly.

"Is it them?"

"do not know!"

The hive battleship was silent.

The relic of the Lord of Death is quite dangerous, but it is also a great treasure. If it is harvested into the clan, it can enhance the background of the clan.

Just the trail disappeared.

The undead powerhouse, looking at the eight saints, flashed a trace of doubt.

The eight saints are inferior to the undead in status, and are essentially slaves. It's really not easy to do it until there are not enough reasons and excuses.

It seems a little unwilling to continue to check.

After a day of inspection, he had no choice but to evacuate.

The eight saints also evacuated.

At this moment, in a cave a million miles away, Lu Xuanji is counting the harvest.

A part of the ruins has been decomposed and integrated into the thirty-three caves, and the essence of the caves is improving.

If you are not worried about the ruins, it will affect the development of the cave, and the speed of integration will be faster.

Just integrating part of it, the area of ​​the cave has expanded a lot.

Card it!

Card it!

At this moment, Lu Xuanji felt a whim, the energy in his body was surging, and his cultivation broke the shackles.

The huge spiritual energy is integrated into the body, and the cultivation base is climbing steadily, directly entering the fourth level of virtual refining.

The cultivation base continued to advance, continued to improve, and only stopped after the five-layer promotion of Dao Refinement.

After a long time, the breath on the body stopped and stabilized at the fifth level of virtual refining.

"With the immortal artifacts, the suppression of Feiyu World on me has disappeared. I am no longer an extraterritorial demon, but an authentic Feiyu World cultivator. At this moment, I am the son of luck in Feiyu World, and the worst is also a powerful dragon set. !"

Lu Xuanji felt the qi of heaven and earth, and his expression was a little strange.

He is a monk in the Zifu world, and he has the life imprint of the Zifu world on his body. When he enters the Feiyu world, he will be suppressed and rejected by the origin of the world, which will cause various disasters. It can only mobilize the secret art to seal most of the cultivation bases, and use the thirty-three-day treasure, chaotic energy.

Once the cultivation base at the peak moment is exposed, he will encounter doom and die in minutes.

But after refining the Immortal Artifact [Death Bell], the aura of an extraterrestrial demon on his body was completely covered by the Immortal Artifact, and there was no trace of strangeness. He was completely a local monk in Feiyu World.

It can stimulate the cultivation of the peak moment, and there is no need to worry about being excluded and suppressed by the world.

Also because of obtaining the Immortal Artifact, the air luck on the body has increased a lot, and the child of air luck that is dragged by the Feiyu World is the worst one.

At this moment, the cave house made a slight noise, and Shi Xue's retreat ended.

I saw her face was ruddy, her long golden hair was flying, and her body was slightly ups and downs, exuding a trace of excitement and joy, and she said joyfully: "Husband, after taking the blood **** flower this time, I have purified the blood of the stars, and the blood concentration has increased by one. Grade. Even the Proving Dao Refinement has increased by one layer, and there is a probability of more than two layers of Proving Dao Refinement!"

"congratulation!"

Lu Xuanji said with a smile, "This time I have gained even more. Thanks to the back-feeding of that secret treasure, my cultivation has risen to the ninth level of God Transformation."

Shi Xue said: "I thought I was improving fast, but I'm still not as good as my husband. It seems that my husband is the real son of luck. Under the catastrophe, many monks are extremely dangerous, but for my husband, it is soaring into the sky. Opportunity."

Lu Xuanji smiled and said, "Xiaoxue can't be careless, she still needs to be cautious."

Shi Xue said: "Husband, we are not short of resources now. Why don't we continue to retreat and practice hard, digest some of the resources we have harvested this time, and transform my strength. If you don't enter the realm of refinement, you will never leave."

"Alright!"

Lu Xuanji nodded and said, "I happen to be proficient in alchemy, and I can refine some holy medicines into elixirs to enhance our bloodline potential!"

Thinking of this, I took out the pill furnace and took out a lot of medicinal materials to start pill refining.

Medicine pills are mainly to improve blood vessels and improve cultivation.

In the Zifu world, it is mainly a world dominated by the human race. The human race is extremely despised by the bloodline. The king is not proud of the bloodline, only the descendants of the king are proud of the bloodline.

Many human monks have a very bad view of blood. The same trend also affects other races.

In the Zifu world, most of the monks focus on the Dao comprehension, comprehend the Dao to improve their cultivation, constantly delete the scriptures of their predecessors, create their own scriptures, and walk out of their own invincible path.

But in the Feiyu world, it is a world of blood.

Those with powerful bloodlines are valued; cultivators with low bloodline levels are despised.

Many cultivators focus on excavating the potential of the bloodline and convert the potential of the bloodline into cultivation. When the bloodline shackles appear, it is to take elixir, elixir, etc., to improve the bloodline level.

Then continue to tap the potential of the bloodline and convert the potential of the bloodline into cultivation.

After refining many medicinal pills, Shi Xue entered the retreat.

Lu Xuanji also entered the retreat, but only left a phantom clone, and the deity disappeared.

In the cave, beams of light flashed, Jiao Yu'er's face changed, a drop of sweat fell, and her body trembled slightly, but the sweat soaked her body in an instant, and her body looked weak and moving. Sitting upright on the bed, the mana was flowing like flowing water, activating the secret technique and stripping away the slave imprint of the primordial spirit.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his face became wilted.

But still failed.

A look of despair flashed in Jiao Yu'er's eyes, "Why is this happening, why is this happening? Am I really going to become that monk's slave!"

Not reconciled, of course not reconciled!

In the past, she was a noble girl from the Horned Demon clan, with a high position and power, and she was at the pinnacle of virtual refinement. Life and death are not controlled by oneself, but controlled by others, how can one be reconciled.

These days, he has been using secret techniques to crack the slave seal.

However, it was the first failure.

Several times, she dug a hole directly in the primordial spirit, and even cut off part of the primordial spirit, but it was of no use at all.

That slave mark is perfectly integrated into the primordial spirit, and it is fused with the primordial spirit,

The inspection is also unable to detect it, only she can perceive it extremely.

Under the continuous tossing, the slave seal was not broken, but the injury was not light.

"useless!"

Just here, a breath came, and the words were indifferent: "It is not difficult to break the Nu Yin, as long as you enter the realm of transcending calamity, you can tear the slave imprint with the help of the calamity. Of course, If you can invite a great calamity-transcending expert, and pay a certain price, you can still break the slave mark!"

Jiao Yu'er stood up, looked flustered, and said, "Meet the master..."

"Yes, to be a maid, you must have the attitude of a maid!" Lu Xuanji said with a smile: "Now you feel wronged, but in the future, you will find out that you are my servant, how lucky it is!"

Jiao Yu'er nodded and said, "My concubine understands!"

He sighed in his heart, intending to lie down.

In life, if you encounter something that cannot be resisted, then choose to lie down!

That way, at least, it's a little less tortured.

Lu Xuanji asked: "I don't know some things, can you tell me the situation of the undead, and the situation of the eight saints?"

Jiao Yu'er frowned slightly, but still asked: "Before answering this question, I want to ask, which race are you from, Master?"

In the Feather World, there are as many as tens of thousands of large and small races, and a few of them maintain the shape of a beast or maintain a strange appearance. Most of them look similar, and it is impossible to tell which race they belong to just by their appearance.

Lu Xuanji said, "Human race?"

"Human race, which race is it?"

Jiao Yu'er was slightly stunned, and couldn't think of the information about the human race for a while. After thinking about it carefully, she thought of what the human race was: "It turns out that the master turned out to be the human race. In the Feiyu world, the bloodline is respected, and according to the bloodline level, it is divided into heaven and earth Xuanhuang. The Heaven-level bloodline is the highest, and the yellow-level bloodline is the lowest."

"Heaven-level bloodline, mainly the undead, as well as the eight holy races, the gods, gold, giants, stars and a few other races. But the bloodline of the human race is extremely low, only the middle grade of the yellow level. The bloodline level of the human race is too low , even the qualifications to be slaves are not enough, only worthy of food."

"On the master's body, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I asked about the powerful blood aura, a breath is a hot breath, like a burning sun, the grade is heaven; a blood contains the power of time, which is also heaven. rank; there is also a bloodline, the rank of which is unknown, but it is above these two bloodlines."

"Master's bloodline level is high, how can it be compared with those of the lowly races of the human race! Master, don't joke!"

The first reaction is to not believe it.

The master cannot be a human race, nor can a human race have such a noble bloodline.

Lu Xuanji smiled and said: "I'm a human race, a human race of the eighth level. As for the noble bloodline in me, I'm sorry... These bloodlines are all born the day after tomorrow, they are just incidental to the improvement of my cultivation base. I have never been The bloodline is the glory, but the cultivation is the glory!"

"Cultivation of immortals is itself the transformation of life, the evolution of life again and again, there may be mortals born in mortal bodies, mortals born with mortal blood, but when he reaches the peak of cultivation and stands at the peak of the world of immortality, how can he still be mortal, or blood."

"The blood in my body is transformed from the day after tomorrow. The strength of the blood is not the blood itself, but that I am strong enough!"

Jiao Yu'er was dumbfounded.

Lu Xuanji did not continue to entangle on this topic, but asked: "Yu'er, I just walked out of the mountain, and I don't understand the situation of the undead, the eight saints, and other races. With you, I need you to help me out."

Jiao Yu'er had doubts in her heart, but she still opened her mouth and said, "If the master wants to know, the concubine naturally has to talk about it carefully."

He began to talk about some deep secrets, which outsiders could not know at all. +Bookmark+

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