Chapter 121 The Prototype of the Magical Instrument

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 Mist Frost 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 great leader of the grassland tribe would show such an expression.

"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 told you that you don't have spiritual roots, and there is no hope for you to become an immortal in this life. Besides, you are already this old, even if you can practice Taoism, you can't go far."

"It's better to find a superior martial art for mortals to practice, and cooperate with the blood and qi pills I gave you, maybe you can achieve something else."

A hint of disappointment 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 are 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 yet been confirmed and verified.

But even so, the immortal cultivation families in the world of immortal cultivation have chosen to stay within their own boundaries 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 there will be descendants with spiritual roots from time to time, 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 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 people in the future who really have the qualifications of cultivating immortals, it will be a blessing.

The old monster in yellow robe can more or less understand Tuwahar's idea. 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."

Hearing this, Tuwahar's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, revealing a strong ecstasy.

"No problem, thank you for your kindness!"

The old monster in yellow robe waved his hand and added: "Remember, don't send your troops into Xiaocui Ridge!"

"Also, you are not allowed to expose my existence under any circumstances, understand?"

In response, Tuwahar nodded repeatedly, put his hand on his heart, and did not ask why, and promised very loyally: "Please rest assured, Immortal, I will definitely do what you say!"

"Well, you can go."

Accompanied by the words of the expulsion order, Tuwahar bowed respectfully and left the tent.

After walking out, he looked at the full moon in the sky, and a look of confidence appeared in his one eye.

Next, he will slow down the pace of breaking the city again. He plans to allocate part of the troops to hunt down warriors in Fengguo and collect this special weapon.

For him, Fengguo is almost under his control. As expected, the royal family of Fengguo is also ready to move south.

From now on, he and Fengguo will rule the north and south of this area respectively, with Xiaocui Ridge as the boundary.

Xiaocui Ridge is a very dangerous mountain range, with various risks everywhere between the mountains, and it is very difficult to march and fight.

And the immortal also reminded that the troops must not be allowed to invade Xiaocui Ridge.

He not only wants to become the founding monarch and fight for a strong family business for his descendants, but also wants his descendants to have the opportunity to become immortals.

Once a cultivator can be born among his descendants, he will have a ticket to enter the mysterious world of immortal cultivation.

Nothing will be different!

He is destined not to see such a scene, and he only hopes that his descendants will not leave such regrets as himself.

"I will be a legend on the grassland. From ancient times to now, who can match me in this achievement?"

Tuwahar closed his one eye and whispered softly.