Chapter 195: Fighting to the Death at the 5th Level of Foundation Building

Chapter 195: Fighting to the Death at the 5th Level of Foundation Building

Chapter 195: Fighting to the Death at the Fifth Level of Foundation Building (Monthly Ticket Plus)

Wang Yu did not expect Qingyang to be such a wonderful person. To be precise, he had only met him twice. Telling him what happened was nothing more than an agreement after exchanging information during their first meeting.

He spoke in such detail that his sincerity was evident.

Now he has promised to lend him the treasure. Regardless of whether it is true or not, just by the decisive tone of his response, we can tell that he is a good person.

In that case, he doesn't need to think about it anymore.

“Brother Dao, after the incident in Dongjijing was resolved, most of the foreign cultivators left, but some stayed.

"A second-level Huangjing iron mine under Guiling City was occupied by a group of casual cultivators from Youzhou who were in the early stage of Jindan. They gathered together and set up a camp, intending to become bandits and rob the cultivators.

"There is also a second-level Jade Thunder Banana Garden 1,800 miles to the north, which is also occupied by a casual cultivator in the early stage of Jindan. These two places were ruled by the city lords of successive generations after Guiling City was established."

In other words, these are all unregistered private properties.

Whoever can become the Lord of Guiling City will own it. In previous years, it has been ruled by the younger generation of the Zhuo family. Wang Yu is lucky, so the city just belongs to him temporarily.

When his term of office is over, he still has to return it in full to Guifang Zhuo. The banana plantation harvests once every ten years and is not included in his periodic income.

Citrine ore is brittle in texture and is mostly used as auxiliary material in various processes. It is difficult to mine and is sold once every twelve years, so it is not included in his periodic income.

It's purely private property and he has to find a way to solve it himself.

Having said that, Wang Yu’s meaning was self-evident. Qingyang also understood it and looked embarrassed at the moment.

"Brother Wang, it's not that I don't want to help you.

"I have just condensed the golden elixir not long ago. Firstly, I have not yet refined my own magic weapon, and secondly, I have not yet cultivated my own magical power. It seems that I have the power of the golden elixir, but in fact, I only have an empty realm."

What he said was sincere. If a Jindan cultivator wanted to unleash the magical power, both his innate magic weapon and his magical powers were indispensable. Only when he had both could he be a complete Jindan cultivator.

As far as he knew, the reason why the two Jindan cultivators joined the [Fire Demon Sect] was to learn of their innate magical power.

Supernatural powers are different from spells. Although they are divided into different grades, once they are engraved on the golden elixir and transformed into innate supernatural powers, they have the potential to grow!
Nascent Soul and even the God Transformation Realm all use magical skills. The higher the realm, the stronger the power of the magical skills will be. It can be called a perfect method of protecting the Dao, and the requirements for practicing are also varied.

For a moment, he didn't dare to force it.

Seeing that Wang Yu understood, Qingyang felt a little embarrassed. He said tentatively.

"If Brother Wang has a trump card to deal with Jindan cultivators, Qingyang may be able to help. My magical powers cannot be cultivated in a short time, but there is a top-grade magic weapon among the relics left by my ancestor. I can also bring out its full power."

Wang Yu: “…”

I understand. He shouldn't think too directly of Qingyang. Even though the other party's character was noble in the magic environment, his previous rejection was just a test.

Seeing that he was about to give up, she tried to seduce him again.

Wang Yu took a deep breath.

"I have a 50% chance of winning this battle. I have a Level 3 evil corpse here, which is very suitable for ganging up on me. With the help of Brother Qingyang, my chances will be raised to 80%.

"As for the spoils, we'll split them fifty-fifty. If you use your best trump card, you'll get another two points... How do you think?"

Sure enough, Qingyang was waiting for him to talk about the reward.

Upon hearing this, they immediately clapped and cheered.

"Very good, Brother Wang, you have a wise plan, and I will lend a helping hand!"

His main purpose was to get back the source of resources, so it didn't matter if he gave up some more spoils. Qingyang was willing to take the risk because he must be short of resources to refine his own magic weapon.

The founder of Shui Mo Sect has a history of thousands of years. The magic weapons and inheritance are intact, but the elixirs and magic pills placed casually are likely to have decayed.

After all, no matter whether it is a storage bag or a Qiankun Ring, the time in the inner space is fluid. It is fine for a short period of time, but it needs to be preserved by some method for a long time.

"Then get ready and set off at 9:00 p.m. tomorrow."

"it is good--"

After the matter was settled, Wang Yu gave Qingyang a copy of the information in his hand. It was not too detailed, but it recorded all the magical powers and magic weapons that the other party possessed.

When monks fight each other, intelligence can play a big role.

Being prepared and being unprepared are two completely different concepts. Sometimes a piece of information can determine victory or defeat. After all, there are countless rare treasures in the world of cultivation, and they will always find a way to restrain you.

The most typical battle in history was about a Jindan genius who mastered the power of calling the wind, but was killed by a child who had established his foundation using a rare treasure, the Wind-Fixing Bead. After his death, he became a laughing stock and was taken as a warning by countless people.

After arranging and deploying the personnel that need to be mobilized tomorrow, Wang Yu called out Xueyu. This big guy was also about to break through, so it was just right for him to go with him.

At the first treasure exchange meeting, he was not far from a breakthrough. It took him more than half a year to sacrifice and refine the evil corpse, but his cultivation did not fall behind. At this time, seven hundred and ninety-nine drops of true essence in his body had already condensed.

"Xueyu, eat this Frost Spirit Pill and break through."

"Ow~"

Inside the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a three-tailed snow fox coiled up with its head raised. Its aura began to increase. Wang Yu also smiled faintly, and his martial arts technique circulated through a large circle.

His whole body shook as he successfully crossed the watershed of eight hundred drops of true essence and officially entered the fifth level of foundation building.

In order to break through the sixth level of foundation building, one needs 1,400 drops of true essence. This time it will take longer. It will take at least sixteen and a half years just by placing the bar.

But if you add in his already impressive cultivation speed and the top-grade Ice Spirit Pill, it would take at most seven or eight years, or maybe five or six years if it's faster.

By then, the late stage of foundation building will be the real arduous process. Just thinking about the requirement of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine drops of true essence is like there is a natural chasm blocking the way ahead.

Inside the hall, Xue Yuhua took longer, and only succeeded in breaking through in the evening, becoming a spiritual beast at the third level of foundation building, and the power of its ice-attributed magic was slightly enhanced.

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Huangjing Iron Mine.

A dragnet has been laid, with people from the City Lord's Mansion hiding in every direction. Their goal is not to besiege or stop the enemy, but to provide Wang Yu with the enemy's escape direction.

He didn't want anyone to escape and expose the information about his Taiyin evil corpse.

At this moment, he and Qingyang Zhenren were hiding behind a low hill, discussing tactics.

"Brother Daoist, the person occupying this place is called [Flame-Spitting Immortal], who is proficient in the art of fire, has a low-grade magic weapon, the Scarlet Snake Sword, and his innate magical power is [Three Pills Spitting Flame]."

Speaking of which, Wang Yu also learned the art of breathing flames, but it was far inferior to supernatural powers.

It had helped him a lot during his Qi training period and was considered a superior group attack technique.

Jindan cultivators possess two magical realms.

One is the Samadhi True Fire.

The heart's main fire, the kidney's ministerial fire, and the bladder's common fire, when these three fires come together, they form the true man's samadhi.

The Three-Pill Flame-Spitting Divine Power of this True Man Tu Yan is based on the magical state of this realm. It transforms the root energy of the internal organs into fire pills, the power of which is comparable to the strange flames of heaven and earth.

The second is that the golden elixir is indestructible.

A cultivator who has cultivated to this level can, even if he dies, escape with the protection of his golden elixir. If he has mastered the art of stealing souls, he can even be reborn in a shell, which is only inferior to the Nascent Soul's possession of another's body.

When one reaches the third level of cultivation, the possibility of death is greatly reduced.

But if you are in a special area, the effect of the immortal golden elixir in protecting your soul will not be so useful. To save your life, you still have to rely on your Nascent Soul.

In short, Wang Yu made targeted preparations to deal with various situations.

"I have taken note of what Brother Wang said. Let's talk about how to fight later."

"how to spell?"

Wang Yu couldn't help but show a strange look on his face. He looked at the Taiyin evil corpse wrapped in a black robe beside him and said with great energy.

"Beat them to death! Let the evil corpse make the first move, and then you will know what to do."

Inside the Huangjing Iron Mine.

A group of casual Qi-cultivating practitioners gathered together, and one of them was a Flame-Tu Zhenren who had not even established a foundation. He was holding a flaming whip and whipping the air from time to time, making crackling sounds.

He felt impatient as he watched his men digging carefully in the mine.

"Hurry up! Move quickly. Use your fingernails to scrape the stone. Don't use your shitty magic tools. If you damage my treasures, I'll beat you to death."

Obviously, they said they were gathering people to set up a stronghold, but in fact they just captured a group of miners. After the news spread, how could there be any people who would come to join them after building a foundation?

The miners secretly revealed their resentful eyes and whispered to each other: "Be patient, he won't be so proud for too long. This country bumpkin from Youzhou doesn't even know whose things he is taking away."

"That's right. I finally managed to get out of Dongjijing alive, but I was captured by this old bastard. I hope the Lord of Guiling City can ask for help as soon as possible."

"At worst, we can ask people from Zilong Mountain or Shuimo Sect to come."

"Alas...it's been several years."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

They are not stupid. There has been no movement for so long that hope has long been lost. They are just swearing at each other and venting their negative emotions.

At this moment, someone suddenly shuddered and his gums trembled.

"Why does it feel like the weather is getting colder?"

"I see that you are not very good at cultivation. Even in winter, you, a cultivator, feel cold?"

"No, it's snowing."

"So what if it snows..."

"And freezing rain and sleet?"

"Fuck you..."

Suddenly, the hot-tempered man in the late stage of Qi training shuddered and could not utter any more vicious attacks.

"Something's wrong." Tuyan Zhenren floated in the air, frowned as he felt the freezing rain and heavy snow that carried his true energy, and sneered.

“I was wondering who it was. Has the City Lord Gui Ling, who has been hiding for years, finally shown up? I really didn’t call him the wrong name, Gui Ling—hahahaha!!”

Wang Yu and the three-tailed snow fox stood openly in the distant sky, only a hundred meters above the ground, with endless icy fog under their feet.

"This city lord has important matters to attend to and cannot take care of you. You old thief, do you really think I can't deal with you?"

"hehe--"

Tuyan Zhenren's expression was full of contempt, but in fact his huge spiritual awareness had already been completely dispersed. He only found some young monks in the early stage of Qi training hiding in a far place.

He did not let his guard down, because he knew that Wang Yu only had the strength to build a foundation, and he would not dare to cause trouble for him alone.

"Whatever tricks you have, show them to me. If you want to launch a sneak attack, forget it."

Wang Yu's mind moved, and the snow jade flew around to the right. More than ten fox claws made of ice spikes attacked the Flame-Tu Zhenren.

"Little tricks."

His figure barely moved, he just opened his arms.

Raging red flames gushed out from it and turned into a sea of ​​fire. All the Ice Fox Claws' instant formations were completely ineffective.

At that time, the ground was surging like water waves.

The Taiyin evil corpse jumped out!

"I thought you had some clever plan, but it's just rubbish."

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