You Practice Immortality, I Farm

Chapter 894 The sword talisman falling into the hands of Yuanying

"Guo Daoyou, don't think so much, just enjoy the moment."

"Come on, let's get drunk today if we have wine."

Lu Xuan picked up the cup in his hand and raised it towards Guo Bingqiu from a distance.

Since he had another track, he didn't know how to comfort the other person, so he had to stay by his side and have a drink.

"What Lu Daoyou said makes sense, and Mr. Guo is in trouble."

Guo Bingqiu laughed and his mood improved instantly.

"Speaking of which, in the next few decades, I will probably stay in the cave for most of my time. If I can't practice, I might want to ask Fellow Daoist Lu for advice on how to cultivate spiritual plants."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Guo, even if you come over and ask, Lu will tell you everything he knows."

Lu Xuan expressed his stance with a smile.

He knew in his heart that the other party was just joking to liven up the atmosphere and did not take it seriously.

After all, in the practice of various arts, the status of a spiritual planter is not very high. Compared with weapon refining, alchemy, talisman making, formations, etc., it is far behind.

Furthermore, no matter what, Guo Bingqiu is still a monk in the late stage of alchemy. It is basically impossible for him to drop everything, ignore his practice, and learn to cultivate spiritual plants from scratch.

He believed that the other party would do everything possible to search for a panacea to heal the injury, and when his strength was restored, he would definitely start looking for chance treasures again.

He would rather take risks and explore secret realms, fight against heaven and earth, and compete with monsters, monks, etc. for the slim chance.

I will definitely not put my hope in cultivating spiritual plants.

The two chatted for a while, and Lu Xuan asked the other party some details about Falling into the Demon Cave to understand the cause of his injury.

Although there is a high probability that I will not enter it, it is still good to gain some knowledge.

When other monks came to visit, Lu Xuan found an excuse to leave and returned to the cave.

He looked at the many spiritual plants all over the mountains and plains, and thought of Guo Bingqiu's experience, and was filled with emotion.

Back then, he had joined forces with a group of real people to hunt down evil spirits and obtained the high-level treasures used as rewards in Tianxing Cave. He was so high-spirited when he came back.

It seems that from now on, there is hope for Yuan Ying and hope for the great road.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a big reversal in just a few years.

Not to mention getting a great opportunity, he almost lost his life.

"It is true that you can get chance treasures by exploring secret realms, but if you fail once, the price you pay can destroy a monk's path, which is unbearable."

"The stability is far inferior to that of a spiritual planter."

As for opportunities, there is no comparison.

Lu Xuan thought secretly in his heart.

He entered a large house and took out a large number of spiritual seeds from a blazing pure white flame and several crystal ice souls.

A thin layer of spiritual soil emerges from the palm of the hand, covering the spiritual seed. If you focus on it, you can instantly learn detailed information about the spiritual seed.

"Both the Blazing Fruit and the Bingluo Fruit have been successfully improved. Both in terms of taste and effect, they are better than the previous varieties."

"The third-grade spiritual fruit is a pretty good treasure even for a foundation-building monk."

As early as a few years ago, Lu Xuan had specifically induced and stimulated the spiritual seeds of the Ice and Fire Spirit Fruits.

He has hundreds of years of ice soul, pure Yang true fire and other corresponding treasures in his hand, plus he has mastered the seed condensation method of two kinds of spiritual fruits, so he doesn't have to worry about not having enough spiritual seeds for experiments.

After several rounds of induction and stimulation, mutant species were screened out again and again, and a new variety was finally successfully improved.

…

Deep in the Thunder Sea, a vast ruins stretch for more than a thousand miles.

Thunder was raging inside, and thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket fell crazily, as if overcoming a catastrophe. In an abandoned palace below, a fierce battle was taking place.

The two monks who had reached the realm of pill formation looked at each other, and more than a dozen dark sword talismans flew out in front of one of them. Thousands of sword energy burst out, carrying endless Yin energy, and rolled towards a Nascent Soul monk dozens of feet away.

The other person sprayed a mouthful of blood on a blood-red broken blade. The broken blade gushed out with rich blood, and he looked at it in a trance.

"The mantis' arm blocks the car."

Monk Nascent Soul is a handsome young man with deep eyes that are as dazzling as stars.

Looking at the actions of the two opponents, his face was expressionless.

Then, a pure white flying sword covered with frost shot out with lightning, and with the roar of the dragon, it transformed into a snow-white dragon that was ten feet long.

The body of the dragon was filled with cold air, and everything it passed was frozen into a thick layer of ice.

At the same time, a wisp of deep purple flames spurted out from the young man's mouth. The flames burned quietly without feeling any heat, but in the eyes of the two pill-forming monks, it was like a ghost that was urging people to die.

Looking down at his chest, a cluster of dark purple flames appeared silently on each side.

In this stunned moment, the snow-white dragon passed through the endless cold sword energy and directly penetrated the two bodies.

As soon as the two dark yellow auras flew out of their heads, they were tainted with a trace of deep purple flames and turned into nothingness in an instant.

The young man waved, and the two storage bags flew to him.

The restrictions on the storage bag were useless to him, and he easily took out all the treasures inside.

"It's really a fifth-grade sword talisman."

Among the many treasures, he saw two dark talismans at a glance.

The talisman is shaped like the tip of a sword, with a dark light flowing on the surface. Thousands of tiny fish-like sword energies are swimming inside, and a faint yin energy is lingering. When held in the hand, there is a strange feeling of coldness and sharpness.

"What sword talisman is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

The young man frowned.

He accidentally passed through this realm and entered the Leiji Cave, hoping to obtain a treasure.

But not long after he succeeded, he encountered the two monks who had perfected the alchemy.

The two of them were so daring and so confident in their ability to escape that they even used secret techniques to try to steal the treasure from him.

But he still underestimated the strength of the Yuanying monk. After being found by him, he completely eliminated the two of them in a few encounters.

However, the sword talisman inspired by the two at the last moment aroused the young man's interest.

"In all the worlds, it is not uncommon for someone to be able to refine a fifth-grade sword talisman."

Sword talismans are the most powerful among all talismans, but they are also the most difficult to refine. It requires a talisman-making monk to be proficient in both swordsmanship and talismanism.

Due to the special nature of sword energy, the refining efficiency is much lower than that of ordinary talismans.

According to his understanding, there are not many forces that can refine a large number of fifth-grade sword talismans.

"That old guy Jian Huanzhen once showed off to me some of the fifth-grade sword talismans in his hand, but there was no such type that contained strong Yin energy."

"He thought he was the best monk in the world in terms of sword talismans, but he didn't expect to encounter a fifth-grade sword talisman that he never had here."

A faint smile appeared on the young man's face, and his eyes twinkled like stars, making the surrounding area instantly brighter.

The sword he was talking about was really a Nascent Soul Lord, an elder of the Dongxuan Sword Sect, who was proficient in making talismans. The two had known each other for hundreds of years and had a deep friendship.

"Take it back and let him see it, otherwise he will always brag and recall the history of developing new sword talismans."

When he thought of his old friend's embarrassed face when he saw this sword talisman, the young man was particularly looking forward to it.

(End of chapter)