In late autumn, the capital of Yunzhou fell, and the situation in the north of Fengguo was precarious. The horse thieves on the grassland were still rampant, and wherever they went, there was a white field. The warriors of Luoyun City in Yunzhou defended the city and resisted stubbornly when the horse thieves broke into the city, but they could not stop the iron hooves like a torrent, and finally died in battle. The whole city was engulfed in a sea of fire, and the raging flames seemed to burn everything to ashes. Tuwahar rode on the horseback, watching all this with his only remaining one eye, and the dark bottom of his eyes reflected the sea of fire in front of him. "Go, take the sword of that warrior." Tuwahar pointed to the long sword still tightly held in the hand of a dead warrior on the broken street in front. If there were people in the martial arts world who were still here, they would definitely recognize it at a glance. This is a famous peerless magic weapon called Yueying Lanshuang! The subordinates took the sword with a poetic name from the burning street and handed it to their leader. "The Feng people's weapon forging technology is really amazing. This is another weapon that meets the requirements of the immortal..." Tuwahar stroked the famous sword, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. That night, the horse thieves camped outside the city to gather strength for the next city.
Bathed in the night, Tuwahar came out of the tent, holding the Yueying Lanshuang that he had just obtained today, and walked into a tent that was a little far away from the camp. He bent over, and a respectful look appeared on his face. It was hard to imagine that the chief of the grassland tribe would show such an expression. ???.biQuPai. "Immortal, today I have obtained another weapon that meets your requirements." Soon, a calm voice came out: "Bring it in." In the tent, an old man wearing a yellow robe, with disheveled hair and a strange temperament was sitting in meditation. After Tuwahar entered, he didn't even dare to raise his head. He humbly presented the long sword with both hands, as if he was offering it. The old monster in yellow robe took the long sword, fumbled it a little, and then showed a satisfied smile: "Yes, it is indeed another prototype of a magic weapon. If it is slightly refined with spiritual power and engraved with array patterns, it may be called a low-quality magic weapon." "Tell me, what do you want to exchange? Talisman or Qi and Blood Pill?" Tuwahar didn't quite understand the first sentence of the old monster in yellow robe. It should be something that only those who practice immortality can understand. However, he was obviously clear about the latter sentence. Whether it was talismans or Qi and Blood Pills, they played a considerable role in his unification of most of the grassland tribes in the past few years. "Sir, this time I want to exchange for the method of cultivating immortality!" Tuwahar said humbly, with a strong desire in his eyes. Although he was an ordinary man, he also felt extremely eager for the mysterious means. The old monster in yellow robe frowned and said calmly: "I have said that you do not have spiritual roots, and there is no hope for you to become an immortal in this life. Besides, you are so old, even if you can practice Taoism, you can't go far." "It is better to find a superior martial art of mortals to practice, and cooperate with the blood and qi pill I gave you, maybe you can achieve something else." A trace of loss flashed in Tuwahar's eyes, and he said unwillingly: "Shangxian, if you don't have the so-called spiritual roots, you really can't practice Taoism?" "Well, in this regard, the way of heaven is fair." The old monster in yellow robe said indifferently. Spiritual roots are something that is born in the void, and there is no regular sign. No matter whether you are born noble or not, you don't have it, and the way of heaven will not treat you differently because of your status.
Maybe a country boy from a rural farmer's family may have spiritual roots. Of course, there has always been a saying in the world of immortal cultivation that the offspring born from the union of immortal cultivators are more likely to have spiritual roots. However, this is only a rumor after all, and has not been confirmed or proven. But even so, the immortal cultivation families in the immortal cultivation world have chosen to stay in their own way and rarely come into contact with the mortal world, because they are worried that their descendants will fall in love with mortals. In order to maintain the prosperity of the family, they must seize the possibility that descendants with spiritual roots and qualifications can be born frequently, even if it is some illusory possibility. 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 critical factor. To put it bluntly, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. For immortal cultivators, they can live for hundreds of years, fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and master various magical spells. In terms of life level, they are actually very different from mortals. Tuwahar lowered his head silently after hearing this, but he still said with some expectation: "Shangxian, I still want to learn the method of cultivating immortals. Maybe my descendants in the future will have this spiritual root qualification?" If there are no too many accidents, he will successfully take over the north of Fengguo. This is the most outstanding achievement created by the grassland tribes in history. By then, he can also establish a country. His descendants can at least reproduce smoothly for more than ten generations, if not for eternity. If there are really people in the future who have the qualifications of cultivating immortals, it will be a blessing. The old monster in yellow robe can understand Tuwahar's thoughts to some extent. He sighed, nodded in the end, and said: "Okay, if you collect two more prototypes of such magic tools, I will teach you the method of cultivating immortals." Upon hearing this, Tuvahar's eyes flashed 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, you are not allowed to reveal my existence under any circumstances, do you understand?" In response to this, Tuwahar nodded repeatedly, put his hand on his heart, and without asking why, he promised loyally: "Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely do what you say!" "Well, you can go." Following the words of the expulsion order, Tuvahar bowed respectfully and exited the camp. 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 Feng Kingdom is almost under control. As expected, the royal family of the Feng 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. Xiaocuiling 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 did he want to become the founding monarch and create a strong family fortune for future generations, but he also wanted 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 was destined not to see such a scene, and he only hoped that his descendants would 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?" Tuwahar closed his one eye and murmured softly. ...
