Chapter 137 The End of the Hero
Seeing Tuvahar agree so happily made Li Qinggao take a look at him, thinking that he was worthy of being an unparalleled hero in the grassland.
“Did you get these talismans from the immortal cultivators? Where did the immortal cultivator behind you go?”
As Li Qing spoke, he put Tuwahar on He took out the two remaining unused talismans.
They were a wind talisman and a golden shield talisman. He took these two talismans as his own without any ceremony.
"Many years ago, I rescued a strange man wearing a yellow robe on the grassland."
Among the various tribes in the grassland, not everyone can become a horse thief to rob food and grass.
Must be the strongest and best riding warrior in the tribe!
It was a pity that Tuwahar failed to become a warrior of the tribe that year and could only stay in the tribe to herd cattle.
Later, when he was grazing cattle and sheep, he accidentally rescued a strange man in a yellow robe, and the whole story began from here.
With the help of the weird man in yellow robe, he not only became a horse thief, but also became the leader of the tribe's horse thieves in just two years.
He plundered grain and grass wantonly and led his men on expeditions east and west. Everywhere he passed was a white land barren of grass.
Until that day he collected a piece of ink gold, and the yellow-robed weirdo whom he rescued asked him to collect more of this ore.
So there was a night attack by horse thieves on the Wuli Army barracks at the border fortress of Wangyuan City. It was from that time on that this immortal cultivator in yellow robes began to target the entire Maple Kingdom.
“Later, the Huangpao Immortal Master left. He said that the spiritual energy here was too thin and was not suitable for practice.”
Tuvahar said in a very sad tone. In such a short time, he had finished reviewing his life.
It was really like a dream. His life was so magnificent, but for that cultivator, it was just a short period of scenery on his life journey.
With the casual help of an immortal cultivator, a man from the grassland who cannot even be considered a tribal horse thief can sit directly on the dragon throne and establish an unparalleled legacy.
Although this is inseparable from Tuvahar's own talent and strategy, the most important thing is still the existence of the immortal cultivator.
This is why Tuwahar is so obsessed with wanting his descendants to become immortal cultivators, and he will destroy his own foundation in exchange for a secret to cultivating immortals!
In his opinion, the inheritance of the throne is important, but being able to become an immortal cultivator is even more important.
After listening to the prairie hero's story, Li Qing's expression did not change at all. He asked calmly: "You said before that these were the prototypes of the artifact?"
"No. That’s right, that yellow-robed immortal master asked me to collect those peerless magic weapons in the martial arts world. I used the collected peerless magic weapons in exchange for talismans, Qi and Blood Pills, and a book of techniques for cultivating immortals!”
< br>There was nothing much in front of him, but when he heard the words "cultivation techniques for cultivating immortals", even Li Qing couldn't help but tremble, and his breathing gradually became faster.
"Where is the exercise book?" Li Qing asked quickly.
Although he has become a human master, no matter how powerful he is, he is still just a mortal warrior.
As for the so-called immortal cultivator, it would be fine if he didn’t know about it before, but now that he knows about it, Li Qing will definitely find out about it.
This life is still so long. If we don’t experience more scenery, wouldn’t it be a waste of time!
Furthermore, Li Qing was very concerned about the word "rudimentary instrument".
The immortal cultivator actually made the peerless magic weapon he refined into a prototype of a magic weapon!
Then Li Qing once again thought about how every time he forged a weapon, no matter how hard he tried, the quality would only remain at the level of a mortal weapon.
Sure enough, there is an even more powerful magical weapon above this!
As a blacksmith, Li Qing could never remain indifferent to these.
"In a secret room in my palace." Tuwahar answered truthfully. Hearing this, Li Qing couldn't help but want to kill the other party with a knife, and then rushed to the other party's palace to search for the book of immortality cultivation techniques.
But he finally endured it and continued to ask: "What is the real purpose of sending more than 10,000 cavalry into Xiaocuiling?"
Tuwahar was also a little surprised. This young man The martial arts master actually guessed that he had other motives for sending troops to Xiaocuiling.
"Haha, when the Huangpao Immortal Master was here, he ordered me in every possible way not to send troops into Xiaocuiling."
"I had a guess at that time. In Xiaocuiling, there should be There are other immortal cultivators, and they are more powerful than the Huangpao Immortal Master!"
"Now that I know there is a being more powerful than him, of course I have to look for it, maybe! Can those more powerful immortal cultivators allow me to enter the path of immortality?”
"Perhaps the so-called theory of spiritual roots for cultivating immortals was simply compiled by the old monster in yellow robe because he was a waste and could not lead me to the path of immortality."
At this time, Tuvahar's eyes flashed. There was a hint of resentment, and he even called the immortal cultivator an old monster in yellow robes.
In his opinion, if the old monster in yellow robe had not left the palace, he would not have suffered such a disaster today.
Now that so many warriors are besieging us, it is all because the other party wants to collect the so-called prototypes of magic weapons and strange ores.
As the saying goes, it is probably like him.
"The theory of spiritual roots? What is the theory of spiritual roots?!" Li Qing once again interrogated a very critical piece of information.
Later, Tuwahar also happily answered the argument that spiritual roots are needed to cultivate immortality. Without spiritual roots, you are destined to be unable to step into the path of immortality in this life, even if you have the skills to cultivate immortality!
"Hahaha, the so-called spiritual roots are illusory, one in a million! So what if you get my share of the technique, maybe you are destined to be like me and can only stare at the Tongtian Immortal Dao!"< br>
"Hahahaha! Haha cough cough"
When he said this, Tuvahar seemed to see the young master in front of him, and he would also look at the road to immortality that was right in front of him. Instead of stepping on it, I feel distressed and anxious.
Cultivation of immortality is not only about cultivating mystical powers and Taoist methods, but also about immortality!
Who doesn’t want to live longer?
Li Qing didn't care about Tuvahar's mocking tone. Now that he had learned so much important information, this trip to the palace was well worth it.
After making sure that he had nothing else to ask, he simply wiped the opponent's neck with the Dragon Dragon Dagger.
The snow-silver sword cut Tuvahar's neck without any hindrance, and a handful of blood gushed out. At this point, this hero left an indelible mark on the entire era. The grassland man finally died in the lakeside garden of the palace on his fiftieth birthday.
After finishing all this, Li Qing slowly stood up.
“Huh!”
“I didn’t expect to know so many secrets. This world is broader and more exciting than I imagined”
< br>Li Qing let out a sigh of relief. He was definitely going to explore the so-called world of cultivating immortals.
Of course, if he really has no spiritual roots and has no chance of becoming an immortal, then he will admit it.
Anyway, I can still refine weapons to increase my lifespan, and I can also live for a long time. At that time, it would be quite good to live freely in the human world.
After comforting himself in advance, Li Qing picked up the Qinghong Sword and the Demon Sword Red Lotus and walked towards the main hall of the palace.
While walking, he was still reciting the word "bedroom" in his mind.
(End of this chapter)