Chapter 121 The Prototype of the Magical Weapon
At the end of autumn, the city of Yunzhou fell, and the situation in the northern part of Feng Kingdom was precarious.
The horse thieves in the grassland are still wreaking havoc crazily, and there is a white field wherever they go.
The warriors of Luoyun City in Yunzhou, when the horse thieves broke into the city, held on to the city and resisted tenaciously. However, they could not stop the torrent of iron hoofs and finally died in the battle.
The entire city was plunged into a sea of fire, and the raging flames seemed to burn everything to ashes.
Tuvahar was riding on horseback, and he looked at all this with his only remaining eye. The dark eyes reflected the sea of fire in front of him.
"Go and get that warrior's sword." Tuvahar pointed to the long sword still tightly clutched in the hand of a dead warrior on the dilapidated street ahead.
If anyone in the world is still here, they will definitely recognize it at a glance. This is a famous and unique magic weapon named Yueying Lanshuang!
The subordinates took the sword with a poetic name from the burning street and handed it to their leader.
"The skills of the Maple people in forging weapons are indeed great, and this is actually another weapon that meets the requirements of the Immortal." Tuvahar stroked the famous sword, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
That night, the horse thieves camped outside the city to recharge their batteries for the next city.
Bathing in the night, Tuvahar emerged from the tent, holding the Yueying Lanshuang he had just received today in his hand, and walked to a tent some distance away from the camp.
He bent over, with a respectful expression on his face. It was hard to imagine that the leader of the grassland tribe would show such an expression.
"Shangxian, today I received another weapon that meets your requirements."
Soon, a calm voice came out: "Bring it in."
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Inside the camp, an old man wearing a yellow robe, disheveled hair, and a strange temperament was sitting inside meditating.
After Tuvahar entered, he didn’t even dare to raise his head. He humbly presented the long sword with both hands, as if offering an offering.
The old man in yellow robe took the long sword, fumbled with it for a while, and then showed a satisfied smile:
"Yes, it is indeed the prototype of another magic weapon. With a little more use of spirit, After refining it with force and engraving it with formation patterns, it might be considered an inferior magic weapon."
"Tell me, what do you want to change? A talisman or a blood pill?"
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Tuvahar didn't quite understand the first words of the old monster in yellow robes. It was probably something that only those among them who were cultivating immortals could understand.
But in the last sentence, he obviously knew that both the talisman and the Qi and Blood Pill played a considerable role in his unification of most of the grassland tribes in the past few years.
"Shangxian, this time I want to exchange for the method of cultivating immortals!" Tuvahar said humbly, with deep desire hidden in his eyes.
Although he is an ordinary person, he also feels extremely eager for that mysterious method.
The old monster in yellow robe frowned, and he said calmly: "I have told you that you do not have spiritual roots, and there is no hope for you in this life and the path to immortality. Besides, you are already so old, even if you can You can’t go far even if you practice Taoism.”
"It's better to find a good mortal martial arts to practice, and cooperate with the Qi and Blood Pill I gave you, maybe you can achieve something else."
A hint of loss flashed in Tuvahar's eyes, and he said unwillingly : "Exalted Immortal, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality without the so-called spiritual roots?"
"Well, in this regard, heaven is fair." The old monster in yellow robe said indifferently.
The birth of things like spiritual roots is ethereal, with no rules or signs at all.
Whether you are of noble birth or not, if you don’t have it, you don’t have it. Heaven will not treat you differently because of your status.
Maybe a country boy from a rural farmer's family might have spiritual roots.
Of course, there is a saying that has been circulating in the world of immortality cultivators. The offspring born from the union of immortality cultivators and immortal cultivators are more likely to have spiritual roots.
However, this is just a rumor after all and has not yet been confirmed and confirmed.
But even so, those cultivating families in the world of cultivating immortals have chosen to remain self-contained and rarely have contact with ordinary people, just because they are worried that their descendants will be emotional towards mortals. In order to maintain the prosperity of the family, they must seize even the illusory possibilities that offspring with spiritual roots can be born from time to time.
So this is why it is difficult to see real immortal cultivators in the mortal world. In addition to the thin spiritual energy, this is also a very key factor.
To put it bluntly, there is a difference between immortals and mortals.
For immortal cultivators, they can live for hundreds of years, can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and master various magical spells. In terms of life level, they are actually very different from ordinary people.
Hearing this, Tuvahar lowered his head silently, but he still said with some hope: "Shangxian, I still want the method of cultivating immortals. Maybe my descendants will have this kind of spirit." Where are the qualifications? "
If there are not too many surprises, he will successfully take over the northern part of the Maple Kingdom. This is the pinnacle of great achievements created by the grassland tribes in history.
By then he will be able to establish a country, and his descendants will be able to reproduce smoothly for at least ten generations, not to mention lasting for eternity. If someone in the future generations really has the qualifications to cultivate immortality, it will be considered a blessing.
The yellow-robed old monster could somewhat understand Tuvahar's thoughts. He sighed, finally nodded, and said:
"Okay, you collect two more. With such a prototype of a magic weapon, I will teach you the method of cultivating immortals.”
Hearing this, Tuvahar’s eyes shone with light, revealing deep ecstasy.
“No problem, thank you for your great kindness!”
The old monster in yellow robe waved his hand and added: "Remember, never send your troops into Xiaocuiling!"
"Also, do not reveal my existence under any circumstances. Do you understand?"
In response, Tuwahar nodded repeatedly, put his hand on his heart, and without asking why, he promised loyally: "Please rest assured, what you said, I will definitely do it!”
“Well, you can go.”
With the words of the expulsion order, Tuvahar bowed respectfully and exited the tent.
After walking out, he looked at the full moon in the sky, with a look of confidence in his one eye.
Next, he will slow down the pace of destroying the city again. He plans to allocate part of his troops to hunt down warriors in Maple Kingdom and collect this special weapon.
For him, the Maple Kingdom is almost under control. As expected, the royal family of the Maple Kingdom is also preparing to move south.
From now on, he and Feng Kingdom will rule the north and south of this area respectively with Xiaocuiling as the boundary.
Xiaocui Ridge is a very dangerous mountain range. There are various dangers in the high mountains and ridges, making it very difficult to march and fight.
Moreover, the Immortal also reminded that soldiers and horses must not be allowed to invade Xiaocuiling.
Not only does he want to become the founding monarch and create a strong family fortune for future generations, but he also wants to give his descendants the opportunity to become immortals.
Once a cultivator is born among his descendants, they will have a ticket to enter the mysterious world of cultivating immortals.
Nothing will ever be different!
He is destined not to see such a scene. He only hopes that his descendants will not have such regrets.
"I will be a legend in the grassland. Who can compare with me in this achievement from ancient times to the present?"
Tuvahar closed his one eye and murmured softly.
(End of this chapter)