I Am a Late Bloomer In the World of Immortality Chapter 612

Chapter 612 High-level Talisman, Shengya Mountain's revenge on the Wei family (4k8, please subscribe)

The voice fell.

Feng Yuxiang's face was slightly stiff.

If you throw away the halo of Feng Han's daughter, she is indeed not good enough in front of Wei Tu, but outside, she is also a dignified Jindan True Monarch, and is well-received and admired by others.

 It was a bit embarrassing to be rejected so easily by Wei Tu.

However, neither she nor her father Feng Han was surprised by the result.

Although the alliance of interests is more firmly bound by marriage, not every monk will accept it happily.

"This little girl has no such blessing. Elder Wei, there is no need to see anyone outside." Feng Han looked as usual, waved Feng Yuxiang away, and laughed a few times.

 With these words, the two of them did not remain silent.

 Then, Feng Han thought for a moment, took another black jade slip from his sleeve, and handed it to Wei Tu.

 “This thing is?”

Wei Tu was surprised and did not reach out to pick it up in a hurry. Instead, he motioned for Feng Han to elaborate first.

It was not difficult for him to guess that this thing should be a meeting gift given to him by Feng Han after his attempt to marry him failed.

 So, if this thing is bad, he will not be satisfied.

 “Rebel” to Feng Han, he was under tremendous pressure and could not sell himself at a lower price.

"As the saying goes, you should do what you like. Feng knew that when Elder Wei was in the Luqiu clan, he had the ability to make talismans and refine elixirs."

“Feng doesn't know much about alchemy. But a few years ago, Feng obtained a high-level talisman-making method from a powerful enemy... This time I borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha and gave them to Elder Wei.”

Feng Han didn't mind either, smiled slightly, and replied.

 “How to make high-level talismans?”

Hearing this, Wei Tu's heart moved.

 The higher the level of skills and immortal arts, the more scarce they become. The method of making a talisman that could be called a high-level talisman by Feng Han, a senior member of the Jishan Sect, was definitely not simple.

 Its value should be enough to be used as a greeting gift for him.

 “Golden Cauldron Talisman?”

Wei Tu took the black jade slip, and after a quick glance of his consciousness, a bit of joy appeared on his face.

This joy was not something he was pretending to show, but a real surprise from his heart.

This "Golden Cauldron Talisman" has three production methods, and the talismans under each production method are of different levels.

 The first heavy golden cauldron talisman is ranked at the top level of the fourth level, comparable to the full blow of a master in the late Yuan Ying period.

 The second heavy golden cauldron talisman is the top-level fourth-level talisman, which is comparable to the full blow of a powerful quasi-god transformation.

 And the third golden tripod talisman...

  It is in the fifth level, and it is quite the transformation of a god.

It's just that if you want to draw this three-layer golden tripod talisman, you need at least fifth-level spiritual ink and talisman paper.

 So, from Wei Tu's point of view, the three-fold golden tripod talisman is somewhat out of reach for him now, and seems a bit useless.

But even so, the value of the first two layers of golden tripod talismans is already extremely precious.

 Especially for him.

  After all, unlike ordinary talisman masters, he has a golden and purple destiny, and has a very high success rate in making talismans.

This method of making spiritual talismans will not just become a useless model hanging in the courtyard for him, but will become a magical method that his Nascent Soul level relies on and a sharp tool for making money.

“It's a pity that there is only the talisman making method, but there is no fourth-grade high-quality talisman paper and spiritual ink...”

 After pocketing the method of making the Golden Cauldron Talisman, Wei Tu was not satisfied. He sighed and continued to open his mouth.

This talisman-making method is extremely precious to him, but as a gift for Feng Han to win over him, it is a bit "light".

 Knowledge-type wealth is replicable.

Now, as far as Feng Han is concerned, all he has taken out is a jade slip and no hard goods in terms of resources.

Hearing this, Feng Han secretly scolded Wei Tu for being greedy and a little shameless, but in his heart, he also felt that Wei Tu's loyalty after his rebellion was somewhat credible.

If Wei Tu was not greedy for profit, how could he switch to his command? Accompany him to do this beheading business.

"Don't worry! Feng has already prepared ten pieces of fourth-grade high-grade talisman paper and spiritual ink. As soon as Elder Wei accepts this jade slip, he will transfer it to Elder Wei's house."

Feng Han chuckled and said with a smile on his face.

"Ten points?" After hearing this, Wei Tu was overjoyed and quickly congratulated Feng Han and expressed his position that if the Lord of Hall Luo made any move, he would notify the Gongde Hall as soon as possible.

 Next, Wei Tu and Feng Han, who had agreed on their interests, stopped talking about official matters and switched to private matters.

 The two sides have been drinking happily for a long time, just like they have been friends for thousands of years.

 The next day.

Wei Tu was sent out of the Hall of Merit by Feng Han and his daughter.

 After leaving the Hall of Merit, the drunkenness on his face instantly dissipated, and he regained his previous calmness.

“Now, let's wait for Sect Leader Zhu and Palace Master Luo to act and invite Feng Han to the stage.”

 He squinted his eyes and thought silently.

 Now, the referee of the internal fight, "Sect Leader Zhu", has sided with Palace Master Luo, and it is only a matter of time before Feng Han is defeated.

“I just don't know how many golden tripod talismans I can draw before this.” Wei Tu touched the storage bag on his waist.

  He planned to draw the "Golden Cauldron Talisman" as successfully as possible before the war started, so as to increase the conventional means at his disposal.

Now, although he is comparable to the top Nascent Soul experts in the world, this is based on the use of his body refining skills and the killer "Xuanling Golden Chain" in his hand.

Even if the former is exposed, there is no risk. There are very few monks in the same camp who will think of targeting or murdering their teammates because they are too "proud".

 But the latter is different.

 The "Xuanling Gold Chain" is of such high quality that Venerable Han Yue will covet it after seeing it.

Therefore, during this period, increasing the power of his conventional means became a must for him.

Among his several magical powers, "Little Big Dipper Divine Art" only has the first half of the technique, so he initially wanted to further practice the "Blood Demon Coffin" and use this unique skill of the Jin family passed down to him by Mrs. Jin to enhance his power. strength.

However, although "Blood Demon's Coffin" is good, it is still inferior to "Golden Cauldron Talisman".

 After all, magic spells can be done quickly.

With his attainments in talismans, it only took him a few years to thoroughly study a golden tripod talisman and successfully draw it.

the other side.

 Da Cang Xiuxian Realm.

As the last tribulation thunder streaked through the black sky, the faces of the cultivators on the Shengya Mountain who were dozens of miles away suddenly showed a look of surprise.

 “It's done! Master Ding is done!”

“In our Holy Cliff Mountain, after four thousand years, the Reverend Transformation God was finally born again.”

The practitioners were discussing and excited.

 In the Da Cang Immortal Realm, it has been a long time since a god-forming venerable was born.

 Nowadays, it is unique to Shengya Mountain.

 It can be expected that with such top-notch combat power, Shengyashan's voice in the world of Da Cang Cultivation will definitely increase accordingly.

Similarly, the resources allocated to them, the higher-ups of Nascent Soul, will also increase greatly as a result.

 This is the luck of their generation.

However, among these Yuanying monks, there was a white-robed monk with a handsome face, but his face showed a look of loneliness, and he was a bit out of place here.

This white-robed monk is Situ Yang.

A hundred years ago, he fought with Wei Tu at Dijian Mountain, and Wei Tu destroyed the "Falun of All Heavens", which severely damaged the origin of his spiritual body. In an instant, he was reduced from the genius of Yuanying in Shengya Mountain to an ordinary Yuanying. List.

However, this is not the whole reason for his lonely look.

  The more important reason is that his master, the headmaster of Shengya Mountain, "Lian Shourang", died in the secret territory of Zunwang Palace thirty years ago.

At that time, his master Lian Shourang entered the secret realm of Zunwang Palace together with his master "Ding Lezheng".

Now, one of them has become a god, and the other is dying. As a direct disciple, how can he not feel the same and feel extremely lonely for the passing of his master.

“Don't worry! The master will help you avenge your master's revenge. Taoist Fu people cannot escape from the palm of the master's hand.”

At this moment, a vague and vague sound suddenly came from Situ Yang's ears.

Hearing this, Situ Yang was immediately overjoyed. He quickly bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Master." As far as he knew, according to Master Ding Lezheng's search for the soul of Master Jiuli: his life and death enemy Wei Tu, It is very likely that he is the disciple of Master Chilong and the younger brother of Taoist Fu.

Now, the master Ding Le is avenging his master. When looking for Taoist Fu, how can he let go of the clue of "Wei Tu".

Before the battle with Wei Tu, he had no intention of killing Wei Tu, and even promised Zhao Yu'e that as long as Wei Tu surrendered, he would let Wei Tu live.

 But after Wei Tu crippled him...

 No matter how open-minded he is, it is difficult for him to understand Wei Tu.

"You come with me." Ding Lezheng, who was on the clouds, saw Situ Yang's appearance and felt relieved. After all, only "the teacher is kind and the disciple is filial" can Shengya Mountain continue to be passed down.

 This is the foundation of Shengya Mountain besides strength.

After finishing speaking, Ding Lezheng flicked his sleeves and robes, and after catching Situ Yang on his own escape light, he immediately started to use escape techniques and rushed to Ying Ding's headquarters.

 As for the previous gentleman's agreement?

Ding Lezheng didn't care at all. It was just a temporary promise he made to delay time and prevent Shengyashan from being retaliated by the "Fudao people".

Now that he has successfully transformed into a god, no one can stop him in the world of immortal cultivation.

This promise is no less than a piece of waste paper.

 It takes less than half an hour.

Ding Lezheng arrived at the Yingding Department of Kangguo. He released his spiritual consciousness and began to search for the whereabouts of Wei Tu.

However, Ding Lezheng was stunned when he found it.

There is no trace of Wei Tu in the Divine Master's Mansion with the "retreat sign" hanging high, and even Wei Tu's son and daughter are missing one person at the moment.

“Is it a temporary departure, or is there another reason?”

Ding Le was frowning. He grabbed forward with his right hand and grabbed several Wei family monks in the Divine Master's Mansion into the clouds.

 He did not interrogate these Wei family monks, but with a flash of consciousness, he directly started searching for their souls.

But it is a pity that the memories of these Wei family monks about Wei Tu, Wei Yan and others are really very few, and nothing was found at all.

 “Wei Xiuwen…”

Ding Le's face turned cold. At this moment, he didn't care whether he was alerting the enemy or not. He teleported directly to Wei Xiuwen, who was practicing in seclusion in the house, and started searching for his soul.

This time, Ding Lezheng got a little more information than last time. He knew that Wei Tu suddenly decided to move the Wei family cultivators twenty years ago.

However, no matter how hard Ding Lezheng searched, it was difficult to find the specific destination of the migration of Wei Tu's people in Wei Xiuwen's memory.

"This memory has been cut off by Wei Tu. This boy is worthy of being a member of the devil's path."

 After searching for the soul for a moment, Ding Lezheng dropped Wei Xiuwen who was sucked in his palm and said with a cold expression.

He did not expect that Wei Tu would be so decisive. Shortly after the secret realm of Zunwang Palace was closed, he would flee with his blood relatives and even leave his only son and grandson as an abandoned son for the cultivators of Shengya Mountain. Numb and careless.

This made him have to suspect that Wei Tu was Taoist Fu himself.

 Otherwise, why did it respond so quickly?

After thinking for a moment, Ding Shouzheng looked at the few Wei monks he had captured with a cold expression. He pointed at the few Wei monks who first turned into a puddle of flesh, and then gradually condensed out of them. A ball of bright red blood.

“Look for me!” Ding Shouzheng made a secret with one hand and injected a magic secret into the blood essence.

The next moment, the bright red blood turned into a **** arrow and began to circle nearby.

 “What? The blood-drawing secret technique is useless?”

 Seeing this scene, Situ Yang's face suddenly showed a look of astonishment.

At this time, although his master Ding Lezheng did not tell him what he was upset about, he could guess a lot based on his Yuan Ying Ancestor's knowledge.

 It's nothing more than Wei Tu's escape and his whereabouts are unknown.

However, what made him unbelievable was that even his master, Ding Lezheng, a dignified god-transforming venerable, could hardly find the whereabouts of Wei Tu even if he used the secret art of blood seduction.

The blood-drawing secret technique used by the Master of Transformation has a range that spans several countries and even covers the entire world of immortality.

“Is it possible that Wei Tu escaped to another world of immortal cultivation?”

Situ Yang had this idea in his mind.

It's just that when Ding Le was angry at this moment, he didn't dare to say a single word.

 Time passes slowly.

A quarter of an hour.

 Two quarters of an hour…

 The blood-colored arrows condensed by Ding Lezheng are still coiling over the Ying Ding Department and have not been pursued.

 “Go to Jingshui Pavilion!”

Shaoqing, Ding Lezheng gave up the idea of ​​using the blood-drawing secret technique to track down the whereabouts of Wei Tu. His cold eyes flashed slightly, and after leaving these words to Situ Yang, he instantly escaped together and headed towards Yuping Mountain where Jingshui Pavilion is located. And went.

 “Kou Hongying disappeared too?”

“Cao Mi is missing too?”

“Jingshui Pavilion and some core disciples of Ningyue Palace suddenly disappeared?”

 Half a day later, Ding Lezheng stopped. He sorted out the information in his mind and had to confirm one thing.

That is, Wei Tu and the monks who were close to Wei Tu, such as Kou Hongying and others, fled during his retreat.

As for the whereabouts of these people, even if he went to search the mountains and seas at this moment, it would be difficult to find out.

 “Where can he escape to?”

Ding Le was frowning and looking in the direction of the "Devil Sea" at the northern end.

 In the north of the Demonic Sea, there is an exotic place called "Great Yan Xiuxian Realm".

This cultivation world is adjacent to the Da Cang Cultivation World. It is the most accessible foreign land for monks from the Da Cang Cultivation World.

 If you have the Nascent Soul realm, you can try to venture out.

The ancestors of the gods in Shengya Mountain have also traveled to the Great Yan Xiuxian Realm and have corresponding records about this foreign land.

Nowadays, it seems that only Wei Tu and others who fled to the foreign land of Great Yan Xiuxian Realm can explain why he, a dignified god-transforming venerable, has difficulty sensing his specific whereabouts using the secret technique of blood entrainment.

"Since there are records of the Great Yan Cultivation World in Shengya Mountain, then... there may also be records of the Great Yan Cultivation World in the Wanyinmen and the Golden Ghost King..."

Ding Le was thinking secretly.

 As for the overseas world of immortality on the other side of the Chiming Sea...

He didn't think too much about it. After all, as a Linhai sect, Shengyashan had much better information on the overseas immortal world than Wei Tu and other “devil people”.

Shengyashan has never crossed to the overseas world of immortality on the other side. How can Wei Tu and others have such ability?

"Master is going to the Great Yan Immortal Realm. You stay in Kang State and take good care of Wei Tu's relatives."

 After thinking for a moment, Ding Lezheng made a decision.

 To cut weeds, we need to remove the roots!

Even though the Da Cang Immortal Realm is far away from the Great Yan Immortal Realm, with his divine escape speed, he should still be able to reach it within three to five years.

As long as we can get rid of the troubles of Wei Tu, what does a mere ten years mean?

 Let's not talk about ten years, even a hundred years, he can afford to waste it.

Furthermore, the blessings Wei Tu gained in the "Demon Suppression Hall" of the King's Palace were worthy of the hard work he, a god-forming venerable, had to do.

Moreover, the Great Yan Immortal Realm is a more prosperous place than the Da Cang Immortal Realm. Just to find a way to leave the human world and ascend to the upper world, he also has to go to the Great Yan Immortal Realm.

After saying this, Ding Lezheng did not wait for Situ Yang's reply, but disappeared into the light and disappeared on the spot.

 A few days after Ding Lezheng left.

 Wei Xiuwen, whose soul was being searched by Ding Le, slowly woke up. He glanced at the prison where he was and the only son Wei Changshou who was unconscious next door, and he understood everything immediately.

 Knowing that this is Shengyashan's revenge.

However, Wei Xiuwen did not have a look of panic on his face, but looked calm.

 As early as when his biological father Wei Tu asked him to leave, he was already prepared to be imprisoned or die.

Now, the father and son are just imprisoned here without fear of their lives, which is enough for him to be happy about it.

“Don't worry about longevity, your grandpa will definitely come back to save you and me. Even if he can't be saved, with your grandpa's temperament, he will definitely avenge you and me.”

Wei Xiuwen looked at the sleeping Wei Changshou, with a look of kindness on his face, and whispered.

 To this day, from a mortal to the current Jindan True Monarch, he has an almost superstitious worship of his biological father Wei Tu.

 He believed everything his biological father Wei Tu said.

 Even if...it is against the Lord Transformation of God.

“Back then, you and I, together with your grandfather, smuggled themselves from the State of Zheng to the State of Kang… When you grew up, you stayed in the State of Kang…”

Wei Xiuwen recalled the past with a smile on his face.

 (End of this chapter)

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