Xunchi and Xunchi harmonize each other to create the supreme immortal clan

The hundred arts of cultivating immortals inherited and mastered by monks are divided into nine levels, which correspond to the nine levels of cultivation of monks.

In addition, each level is divided into four levels: low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade, and top-grade.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is well known that if Jindan monks want to break through the Nascent Soul, they need to survive a special catastrophe - the inner demon catastrophe.

It can be said that only when you truly become a Yuanying monk can you officially enter the door to immortality.

This is a qualitative leap!

The same is true for magic weapons.

Whether it is a natal magic weapon cultivated by a monk or an ordinary magic weapon refined, if you want to reach the fourth level and above, you need to go through a tribulation.

Therefore, magical weapons of the fourth level and above also have a special name - spiritual weapons.

However, the natal magic weapon is rather special. It breaks through the Nascent Soul together with the golden elixir monk when he transcends the tribulation and breaks through the Nascent Soul.

The refined magic weapon needs to rely on its own strength to survive the tribulation without external help.

Other than that, there is no difference in the results between the two.

After surviving the thunder tribulation, the fourth-level magic weapon will gradually develop spirituality, and this spirituality is also called the 'weapon spirit'.

Thinking of this, Pei Hongjing suddenly realized something, looked at Xiaotangyuan and said:

"Why! ? Isn't that what you look like?"

"But why did you become disabled?"

As soon as Pei Hongjing's words came out of his mouth, Xiao Tangyuan immediately felt like he had stepped on a wire, and he was so angry that his hair was boiling all over.

"What did you say! ? You are now disabled! Your whole family is disabled!"

Xiao Tang Yuan retorted dissatisfied.

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener did.

When Pei Hongyi, who was innocently affected, heard this sentence, he raised his eyes slightly and touched his face without leaving any trace.

"How can you compare me with those inferior spiritual weapons! ? I'm not like those scraps."

The tone was full of strong accusations and dissatisfaction.

On the other side, the soul shadow whose true identity was exposed also showed a hint of surprise. He didn't expect that in such a remote place, there would be someone who could accurately tell his identity.

"This little light ball of yours is quite knowledgeable!"

The white-haired old man said with approval.

"Yes, I am the weapon spirit of the Xuan Yu Pot. You can just call me Xuan Lao."

The white-haired old man moved his eyes away from Pei Hongyi and looked at the small glutinous rice balls on Pei Hongjing's head.

"It seems that, like me, you are the spirit of a broken fourth-level spiritual weapon!"

After all, in his impression, only those broken spiritual weapons whose origins were damaged by lightning tribulations and whose transformation was incomplete would show such an image.

As for why he thinks Xiao Tangyuan is a fourth-level weapon spirit?

The reason is simple. The spiritual energy is thin, and the cultivation level of the two monks who came with Xiao Tangyuan is only at the Qi training stage. Supporting the manifestation of the fourth-level weapon spirit is already the limit.

"Broken, broken weapon spirit!!"

The white-haired old man's unintentional words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, instantly exploding in Xiao Tangyuan's ears.

Jing Jing said he didn't care, at least he could be considered half of his nominal master, but you stinky old man didn't care. What is it that ridicules Him like this?

It’s unbearable, even if you’re familiar with it, I can’t bear it, but my aunt can’t bear it anymore!!

"You inferior, inferior weapon spirit has humiliated me so much. I will make you into a toilet and become a real rag!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying spiritual pressure surged out instantly, attacking Mr. Xuan like a tiger descending a mountain.

Mr. Xuan was shocked. Before he could activate his spiritual energy to protect himself, he was directly hit by that spiritual pressure. Fly out.

If he hadn't relied on the altar below for support, I'm afraid he would have fallen to pieces.

Damn it, he made a mistake.

"Seniors calm down, seniors calm down, and juniors talk wild words. I don’t know the power of heaven from seniors, so seniors please don’t be the same as juniors!"

"senior..."

Anger arose in his heart. Xiao Tangyuan just wanted to vent his anger and didn't give the other party any time to defend himself.

He activated the power within his body and condensed a golden giant palm several feet long, which he shot straight towards Mr. Xuan.

The spiritual energy above his head fluctuated so horribly that Mr. Xuan didn't know that the disaster was imminent. He immediately fled to the altar without hesitation and activated the protective formation.

A layer of golden light was seen condensing rapidly, covering the entire altar, and countless runes appeared and flickered on it.

Seeing this, Xiao Tangyuan smiled contemptuously, and used his giant palm to slap down hard. He heard a"bang", and in the blink of an eye, the formation fell into pieces.

Then, in the stone room, there was a miserable and shrill wail that lasted for a long time.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"Senior, senior, stop fighting, stop fighting..."

"ah..."

A quarter of an hour later,

"Phew~ It feels much better!"

The little glutinous rice ball shook his big palm, exhaled a sullen breath, put a smile on his face again, and rested his head leisurely on Pei Hongjing again.

Looking at the beaten old man in front of him, Pei Hongjing's mouth twitched. I couldn't help but shudder.

I saw that the originally kind and kind face was now as if it had been stung by a demon bee. It was not only bruised and purple, but also swollen, and the lips were as thick as sausages. He looked so old. Version of 'Taiyi Zhenren'.

(You beat me to compete, you beat me to compete...I don’t know where the hair crown on his head fell, and the clothes he was wearing were torn into strips.

If someone told Pei Hongjing now that the old man in front of him was a new breed of pig demon in the world of immortality, he would definitely believe it.

Carefully turning his eyes upward, Pei Hongjing suddenly felt sympathy for the old man as he felt the little glutinous rice balls on his head.

Isn't it because Xiao Tangyuan was criticized a lot by him and had accumulated a lot of anger, so he took this opportunity to burst out, right?

The more Pei Hongjing thought about it, the more it seemed possible.