Zhengxian Road

Chapter 142 Level [-] Crocodile
Xu Guang's face was extremely ugly, and he didn't care about the kindness of the two people's words. He opened his mouth with a livid face, and a red sword light flew out of his mouth.

It was actually the natal magic weapon that Xu Guang had cultivated for hundreds of years.

As soon as this treasure came out, the temperature in the whole space seemed to increase a few degrees, and the foreheads of the foundation-building disciples behind them were sweating.

"The Lieyang Sword! It turned out to be the Lieyang Sword. It turns out that this is the second uncle's natal magic weapon!"

Xu Huaqing had never seen Xu Guang's talisman, but he had heard the legend of the "Fire Sun Sword", so he yelled out excitedly.

I saw that Lieyang sword reached the sky above the chain within a breath, and then the light on the sword body shone, and then it blasted towards the chain at lightning speed.

"Hmph, just because you are only at the early stage of the golden core, it is a daydream that you want to break the chain of this "spiritual cage"!"

At this moment, a low-pitched voice sounded in everyone's ears, with a hint of sarcasm.

It seems that in order to echo the content of the voice just now, under the repeated attacks of Xu Guang's "Lieyang Sword", the chain is still intact.

"He Fangxiao is young, how dare you pretend to be a ghost? Why don't you show up quickly!"

Seeing that his own talisman couldn't resist the chain, Xu Guang was also impatient, but the voice just now shocked him in his heart!

After entering this mysterious space, he had already scanned it with his spiritual sense, and found no other living beings except for a few of them.

"Hmph! You don't need to work so hard. From your perspective, you are not worthy of seeing the old man's real body."

It was still the same voice just now, but it was a little cold and arrogant.

I heard that the other party looked down on me completely.Xu Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, but the livid color on his face softened a bit.

"Fellow daoist, why bother to make a fuss. It seems that fellow daoist can't act at will or be trapped, it's better to come out, let's think of a way together."

As soon as his words came out, the original voice fell silent for a long time.

But Xu Guang was not in a hurry at all, but secretly released all his spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, the originally quiet island shook instantly. Xu Guang was better as a Golden Core cultivator, and the other three Xu family members almost lost their balance.

The black mountain in the east of the island suddenly turned, and then turned towards Xu Guang and the others.

Slowly, the mountain began to slide down from the top of the mountain with boulders, and gradually a pair of eyes appeared from the mountain, accompanied by an astonishing evil spirit spreading from the mountain...

"What is that!" The woman in green managed to stabilize her figure, and when she saw the "eyes" clearly, she was even more horrified.

"Monster beast? No... Impossible, how could it be so big." The face of the middle-aged man in the purple robe was also full of disbelief.

After the ground shaking just now, they quickly thought that the "island" under their feet might be the body of the unknown monster in front of them.

Thinking about it this way is too scary!

Suddenly, a miniature monster spirit appeared on the mountain peak, and then looked at the few people in front of them playfully.

An invincible demonic aura emanated from the miniature monster spirit.Judging from the demonic aura on it, it clearly has a mid-stage Gold Core cultivation.

Even Xu Guang was shocked. Although he also guessed that the monsters in this island were not trivial, he did not expect that their cultivation was even better than his own.

Especially that mini spirit turned out to be a snapping turtle... This is too outrageous!
As we all know, monsters absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and they can also cultivate and advance.

Just as monks have different spiritual root aptitudes, monsters have huge differences in the difficulty of cultivating and advancing due to their different bloodlines.

Taking a monster like Huofeng with ancient bloodlines as an example, it only takes a few hundred years from its birth to its transformation stage.

You must know that the lifespan of monster races is generally much longer than that of humans. For them, a hundred years is as simple as a night of sleep.

But more monsters, not to mention hundreds of years, even if they have practiced for thousands of years, they will not be able to cross the threshold of the transformation stage.

And in this process, they have already exhausted their lifespan and can only sit down.

After all, not all the monster races have a long lifespan. In other words, because of the difference in blood, unless there is a special opportunity, most of the monster races will only reach the third rank in their lifetime.

But snapping turtles don't have any long-standing bloodlines. On the contrary, the bloodlines of this monster are ridiculously low.

Regardless of whether Xu Guang or the three monks in the late stage of Foundation Establishment are well-informed, it is rare to see a second-rank snapping turtle, let alone a third-rank one that is so outrageous.

Several people's faces were full of surprise, and even Xu Guang released his spiritual consciousness again, looking up and down at the monster in front of him, it was indeed in the middle stage of Jindan.

"Don't worry about it, my ancestor is indeed an eighth-level demon cultivator." The snapping turtle shook his head and said in a low voice.

Then with a flash of inspiration, the miniature soul actually began to change directly, and the whole body also exuded a strange aura.

The aura subsided, and an ugly-looking strong man appeared in front of everyone, but there was clearly a turtle shell on the back of his body.

"Fellow Daoist's body is really a snapping turtle?" Although seeing is believing, Xu Guang's expression at this time is still unbelievable.

"Hmph, of course."

"That's really amazing. It seems that Fellow Daoist is either endowed with extraordinary talent, or has some kind of immortal destiny."

In the face of an eighth-level monster clan, even Xu Guang did not dare to be careless in the slightest. The other three monks in the late stage of foundation establishment quickly respected and saluted.

Although it is said that the two races are not in harmony, they sometimes cooperate for the sake of profit.

"You don't need to inquire about the old man's life experience by beating around the bush. To tell you the truth, I don't have any chance. It's just a coincidence that I took a pill by mistake."

The ugly man tilted his head, looked at Xu Guang and said with a half-smile.

Everyone only knows that among the monster clan, the blood of snapping turtles belongs to the lowest level, only slightly stronger than those shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

The lifespan of a monster is different from that of a monk. It does not increase with the growth of cultivation, but according to the race. Many monsters have a fixed lifespan as soon as they are born.

Unless you can break through to a higher level of cultivation and overcome the shackles of blood.

Of course, this is an ideal state. In the world of cultivating immortals where the jungle eats the jungle, people often fight for food sources and territory. It is good to live to half of their natural life span. Naturally, there is no chance to advance.

However, the snapping turtle in front of him is different, because it accidentally ate a longevity pill of the owner here, it was fined and imprisoned here.

In this enclosed space, the snapping turtle is completely isolated from the outside world, with no natural enemies and no danger, plus the lifespan increased by the elixir, so it can practice safely.

Therefore, although the blood aptitude is poor, it is compensated by these factors, and finally the snapping turtle in the middle of the golden core is achieved in front of him!
And the snapping turtles at this time are no longer just the snapping turtles with low blood.

After being promoted to the eighth level, the snapping turtle has also become smarter, so it is not reconciled to being imprisoned here all the time, and always wants to escape.

However, the spiritual cage in front of him could not be broken, and the previous owner never appeared again.

Because the key chain of the spirit cage is locked on its head, naturally there is no way to untie it by yourself.

Moreover, the snapping turtle's blood is already low, so even if its cultivation base is greatly increased, there is no way to obtain more powerful supernatural powers from the blood.

Just when the snapping turtle felt that it could only be trapped to death in this life, the three family children brought by Xu Guang were teleported here.

"Oh, it turns out that Fellow Daoist has been trapped here, do you know where this is?"

After Xu Guang saluted the ugly man in front of him, he began to ask the ugly man for news.

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