C1197 Weirdo
C1197 Weirdo
When Bai Xiaobei saw that the desert scorpion had returned and its body was still outside, he was shocked. Naturally, he became furious and took out the Low Grade Flying Sword that the Martial Uncle had given him and chopped down.
"Ka!"
The Low Grade Flying Sword's attack hitting its tail did not have the effect that Bai Xiaobei wanted to see. Bai Xiaobei immediately retracted the Flying Sword and stood on top of the blue Paper Crane.
The Desert Scorpion was infuriated. The intense pain made it go crazy. There was a wound on its tail, and black blood and venom continuously flowed out. Even falling on the sand had a corrosive effect.
The angry scorpion was very powerful, and could not see that Bai Xiaobei and the Paper Crane, who were ten meters above, were actually relying on their extremely strong sense of smell to dig their way into a sand nest.
Soon, a bright yellow snake was dragged out by the desert scorpion. The serpent bit into the desert scorpion's tail, while the desert scorpion crazily waved its claws.
The snake was dismembered, but its head still bit down. It didn't say anything, so it obviously didn't die. It started to fight even if I died.
After a while, the poisonous snake bit off the tail of the frenzied scorpion and cut itself into many pieces. The frenzied desert scorpion also lost its tail and slowly crawled into the nest of the poisonous snake.
Bai Xiaobei wiped off his cold sweat and decided not to add insult to injury by chopping this scorpion. More importantly, Bai Xiaobei was scared by this angry scorpion.
The pitiful Bai Xiaobei had no choice but to leave the place where he had plowed through a lot of sand and found a relatively normal place to continue ploughing.
At this time, Bai Xiaobei became more cautious, a weak light surrounded his body, and this was a spirit rune that his Martial Uncle had given him. It would last for six hours, and would be able to resist for a bit, but as to how far his defense had reached, Bai Xiaobei did not know.
After all, it was better than not to have any. Perhaps, he could even block the Desert Snake or Desert Scorpion's attack once. That was more than enough. He would have time to escape.
The Earth Shaking Arts had been upgraded, and after five hours of hard work, it finally reached the third level, the Earth Shaking Arts was, after all, the Five Elements Spirit Plant Arts that were the easiest to cultivate in.
Among the Earth Shaking Arts, Earth Shaking Arts was the simplest. Next was the Spirit Rain Arts and the sharp sword arts. The Spirit Rain Arts could be upgraded as long as one practiced it as often as the Earth Shaking Arts, but they all required a certain level of comprehension and affinity.
The sharp sword techniques, on the other hand, required increasingly terrifying pain. This sort of pain began with physical pain, and the higher one's level was, the more painful it would be to the soul.
Very few people had succeeded in cultivating the Healing Arts and Healing Arts. Bai Xiaobei had cultivated the Spirit-burning Arts before, but in the end, he simply did not know where to go.
"Crack!"
Bai Xiaobei felt the familiar sound of the Earth Shaking Arts, it was the sound of something hard being hit, he immediately took out the Earth Spinning Spirit hoe and started digging.
Very quickly, a palm-sized white colored material appeared in Bai Xiaobei's line of sight. Bai Xiaobei was instantly disappointed, it was actually a piece of White Iron Essence Wood, the spirit energy inside had already completely dissipated, and it was completely useless.
As the Earth Shaking Arts levelled up, its range increased, and its depth increased. More importantly, its speed increased by at least one fold, allowing Bai Xiaobei's speed of cultivation to increase once again.
After levelling up, the energy consumption would naturally increase, and now, Bai Xiaobei needed to use his Spirit Stone to cultivate once in less than two hours.
"Crack!"
Bai Xiaobei didn't say anything further and directly dug with his head lowered. He had already made preparations to come across a trash object and treat it as the Earth Shaking Arts of the fourth level.
The object that appeared in the end made Bai Xiaobei curious, a thumb-sized, extremely exquisite Flying Sword, entirely made from Daze Golden Sand, was this really a toy? Jewelry?
Bai Xiaobei had never seen such a small toy, so it was naturally impossible that this was definitely a Flying Sword. What use was a Flying Sword like this?
After looking through it for a while, Bai Xiaobei still could not see what it was. With such a fine and detailed Daze Golden Sand accessory, he reckoned that it could probably sell for Spirit Stone s.
Suddenly, Bai Xiaobei felt the surrounding sand quickly gathering, and very quickly, a spinning vortex appeared in front of Bai Xiaobei, the range increasing quickly.
"Be good, I'll repair you when we get back!"
Bai Xiaobei quickly continued using the blue Paper Crane. The blue Paper Crane that he had used multiple times already showed signs of crumbling, so he could only use it once or twice.
Beneath him, the flowing sand stopped. A huge black hole appeared, and a Shadow covered in blood-colored cloth walked out.
As the Shadow walked out, Bai Xiaobei couldn't help but swallow his saliva. The black hole instantly disappeared, and the blood-colored Shadow slowly raised its head to look at Bai Xiaobei.
"Plop!"
A terrifying aura instantly made Bai Xiaobei lose his resistance. The blue Paper Crane and Bai Xiaobei fell down immediately, until their faces were swollen but because of the soft sand, they were not injured.
The small sword that Bai Xiaobei was holding onto was automatically sent flying into the blood colored Shadow's head. Bai Xiaobei saw it very clearly and was very sure that what he had seen was the mouth.
In space.
"Damn, it's the Rogue Immortal!"
"Why did a scum directly meet with the Rogue Immortal?"
"How can I block a Rogue Immortal whose body has problems?"
"I'm afraid the bodies will be cold by the time we get there."
"Great destiny!"
"..."
"Sword Pill!"
The tiny Flying Sword made Bai Xiaobei remember a legendary name. There was a type of Magical Treasure Flying Sword in the Ancient Cultivator, called [Sword Pill]!
The blood-colored bandage quickly turned into a blood-colored headband, and the Shadow that was wrapped in the blood-colored bandage also appeared. An old man with disheveled hair that made him look like an evil spirit.
Bai Xiaobei's storage bag automatically flew into the old man's hands that were as thin as a chicken's paw. What scared Bai Xiaobei was that all the things inside had been poured out.
Spirit Stone, Spirit Ghost, spirit medicine, spiritual plants, Spirit Ghost liquid, even some random things.
There were still tens of thousands of Spirit Stone, and that was all for Bai Xiaobei. In the end, under Bai Xiaobei's shocked gaze, the Spirit Stone started to burn up intensely, even the spirit herbs and spirit plants inside were the same.
The Spirit Stone was gone, so were the spirit herbs and spirit plants. Bai Xiaobei's heart felt as if it was twisted by a knife, all of these things were his, he had turned into a ball of liquid the size of his palm.
"Kacha, kacha" the old man swallowed the palm-sized liquid with his mouth wide open. His voice sounded like the bones of his mouth that would break at any time, but Bai Xiaobei knew that this old man who looked extremely weak was a terrifying cultivator.
As the palm-sized liquid was swallowed, the old man seemed to have recovered some of his vitality. He let out a long sigh, and his murky white eyes revealed a trace of satisfaction.
The Spirit Ghost let the old man take a look at it and threw it away. The old man frowned as he swallowed the few Spirit Pill s, and when the old man took the Spirit Ghost liquid in his hand, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Power of Soul!"
In an instant, the old man got excited. These were the six bottles that Bai Xiaobei did not have the time to sell, he did not expect to hear this unfamiliar name from the old man's mouth.
The old man's voice was as hard as steel rubbing against each other, Bai Xiaobei could not help but reveal a pained expression, his ears feeling as though there was something stinging them.
The old man's actions surprised Bai Xiaobei. One must know that even Ghost Face Flower s could not be eaten directly.
"Good, not bad, as expected of a Power of Soul."
As the old man consumed the six drops of Spirit Ghost Liquid, his voice became a little better, as if he had listened to a little better, and his entire body was filled with vitality.
"Brat, where did the Power of Soul come from? Is there anything else? "
The old man scanned with his divine sense and knew that there was nothing else on Bai Xiaobei's body. A weak and weak cultivator actually had such a precious thing, which gave the old man hope of recovery.
Bai Xiaobei immediately shook his head: "No, no."
The old man nodded slightly and suddenly asked, "Where did you get it from?"
As if the voice had come from the depths of his heart, Bai Xiaobei directly said without any defenses in his heart, "It was refined by myself."
After he finished speaking, Bai Xiaobei was stunned. It was simply impossible for him to say such words, so how did he say them out? Was he affected by the old man?
The old man was also in a daze. Perhaps it was because he had been down here for too many years that he was unable to understand this information. In the end, the old man understood and asked again: "How was it made?"
Bai Xiaobei knew that he wouldn't be able to fool this old man. After hesitating for a while, he picked up a Low Grade Spirit Ghost and released a Spirit Energy.
"Extraction of Power of Soul!"
The old man couldn't help but come to Bai Xiaobei's side. His chicken talon-like hand trembled as he placed it on Bai Xiaobei's fingers that were filled with Power of Soul.
In an instant, the old man revealed an extremely comfortable expression, and the Power of Soul on Bai Xiaobei's finger was instantly extracted cleanly.
"What luck. Luckily, the cultivation technique I chose was [Spirit Gathering World]. I actually met someone who could refine Power of Soul directly, hahaha …"
The world turned around as Bai Xiaobei and the old man appeared in a golden hall.
Bai Xiaobei's head struck against a pillar, his swollen face immediately blossomed. Clutching his nose, Bai Xiaobei stood up with a bitter face as he looked at the old man.
When the old man saw the uneasiness in Bai Xiaobei's eyes, he said embarrassedly: "I haven't moved for eight hundred years, I'm a little unaccustomed to it, and I'm a little not used to teleporting."
Teleport? Was it the Teleportation? Bai Xiaobei almost fainted. Not moving for 800 years? Was this old man a legendary super expert?
"Where is this place?"
When Bai Xiaobei saw the brilliant golden hall, he was extremely surprised. It was his first time seeing such a luxurious place, it was too beautiful.
The old man looked at Bai Xiaobei and said: "The Great Hall of the Great Desert's Sword Sect, the Great Swamp Golden Hall!"
"The Golden Hall of the Great Swamp …"
could not help but retort with such a coarse name. Suddenly, Bai Xiaobei crawled on the ground, only then did he realize that even the floor was made from Daze Golden Sand.
The old man continued: "No need to be curious, the entire hall is made by Daze Golden Sand and this is a gigantic treasure. However, the Artifact Spirit is already destroyed and needs to be reformed."
A piece of Daze Golden Sand the size of a thumb was worth a hundred gold, how much was this hall? In an instant, Bai Xiaobei could sense just how powerful the Great Desert's Sword Sect was all those years ago.
"And who are you?"