Chapter 612 High-Level Talisman, Shengya Mountain's Revenge on the Wei Family (4k8, Please Subscribe)

The voice fell.

Feng Yuxiang's face froze slightly.

If she ignored the halo of being Feng Han's daughter, she was indeed not good enough in front of Wei Tu, but outside, she was also a dignified Jindan Zhenjun, who was treated with courtesy and admiration by others.

It was inevitable that she felt a little embarrassed to be easily rejected by Wei Tu.

However, neither she nor her father Feng Han was surprised by this result.

Although the alliance of interests is more solid when bound by marriage, not every cultivator will accept it happily.

"This is my daughter's blessing. Elder Wei, there is no need to be so polite." Feng Han looked normal, waved his hand to let Feng Yuxiang leave, and laughed a few times.

After this, the two of them did not feel awkward.

Then, Feng Han thought for a moment, took out another black jade slip from his sleeve, and handed it to Wei Tu.

"What is this?"

Wei Tu was surprised, and did not rush to reach out to take it, but motioned Feng Han to explain in detail first.

It was not difficult for him to guess that this item should be a gift from Feng Han after his failed attempt to form a marriage alliance with him.

Therefore, he would not be satisfied if this item was not good enough.

He was under tremendous pressure after "betraying" Feng Han, and he could not sell himself at a low price.

"As the saying goes, give people what they like. Feng knows that when Elder Wei was in the Luqiu clan, he had the ability to make talismans and refine pills."

"I don't know much about refining pills. But Feng had obtained a method for making high-level talismans from a great enemy a few years ago... This time, I will give it to Elder Wei."

Feng Han did not mind, smiled slightly, and replied.

"High-level talisman making method?"

Hearing this, Wei Tu's heart moved.

The higher the level of skills and immortal arts, the more scarce they are. The talisman making method that can be called a high-level talisman by Feng Han, a high-level leader of the Jishan Sect, is definitely not simple.

Its value should be enough to be his gift.

"Golden Tripod Talisman?"

Wei Tu took the black jade slip, and after a spiritual sense scanned it, a bit of joy appeared on his face.

This joy was not pretended, but a real surprise from the heart.

This "Golden Tripod Talisman" has three methods of making, and the talismans under each method are of different levels.

The first level of Golden Tripod Talisman is ranked as the fourth-level upper grade, comparable to the full-strength attack of a late-stage Yuanying master.

The second level of Golden Tripod Talisman is the fourth-level top-level talisman, comparable to the full-strength attack of a quasi-God-transforming strongman.

And the third level of Golden Tripod Talisman...

is ranked in the fifth level, equivalent to the attack of a God-transforming strongman.

However, to draw this triple Golden Tripod Talisman, at least the fifth-level spiritual ink and talisman paper are required.

Therefore, in Wei Tu's view, this triple Golden Tripod Talisman is somewhat unattainable for him now, and seems a bit useless.

But even so, the value of the first two layers of the Golden Tripod Talisman is already extremely precious.

Especially for him.

After all, unlike ordinary talisman masters, he has a golden and purple fate, and has a very high success rate in making talismans.

This method of making spiritual talismans will not only become a model hanging in the doorway, but will become a magical means that he relies on at the Nascent Soul level, as well as a tool for making money.

"It's a pity that there is only a talisman making method, but no fourth-level top-grade talisman paper and spiritual ink..."

After taking the method of making the Golden Tripod Talisman, Wei Tu was not satisfied. He sighed and continued to ask for more.

This talisman making method is extremely precious to him, but as a gift for Feng Han to win him over, it is a bit "light".

Knowledge-type wealth is replicable.

Now, for Feng Han, what he took out is only a jade slip, and there is no hard goods in terms of resources.

Hearing this, Feng Han cursed Wei Tu for his greed and shamelessness, but in his heart, he also felt that Wei Tu's loyalty after his betrayal was somewhat credible.

If Wei Tu was not greedy for profit, how could he switch to his side? Accompany him to do this beheading business.

"Don't worry! Feng has already prepared ten sets of fourth-grade top-grade talisman paper and spiritual ink. I will send them to Elder Wei's residence as soon as he accepts this jade slip."

Feng Han laughed and said with a smile on his face.

"Ten sets?" Hearing this, Wei Tu was overjoyed and hurriedly congratulated Feng Han, and stated that if Palace Master Luo made any move, he would notify the Merit Hall as soon as possible.

Next, Wei Tu and Feng Han, who had reached an agreement on the benefits, stopped talking about official business and talked about private matters instead.

The two sides were like friends for thousands of years, drinking happily until dawn.

...

The next day.

Wei Tu was sent out of the Merit Hall by Feng Han and his daughter.

After leaving the Merit Hall, the drunkenness on his face instantly disappeared, and he regained his previous calmness.

"Now, we just have to wait for Sect Master Zhu and Hall Master Luo to act and invite Feng Han to enter."

He narrowed his eyes and thought silently.

Now, the referee of the internal fight, "Sect Master Zhu", has stood on the side of Hall Master Luo, and it is only a matter of time before Feng Han is defeated.

"I just don't know how many Golden Tripod Talismans I can draw before that." Wei Tu touched the storage bag on his waist.

He planned to successfully draw as many "Golden Tripod Talismans" as possible before the battle started, so as to increase his conventional means.

Now, although he can be comparable to the top Nascent Soul masters in the world, this is based on the premise of using his body refining skills and the killer "Xuanling Gold Chain" in his hand.

The former is fine even if it is exposed, and few cultivators in the same camp will think of targeting and killing their teammates because they are too "proud".

But the latter is different.

The grade of the "Xuanling Gold Chain" is so high that even Venerable Han Yue would covet it after seeing it.

Therefore, during this period, increasing the power of his conventional means became a must for him.

Among his several magical powers, "Little Big Dipper Divine Art" only has the first half of the technique, so he initially wanted to further practice the "Blood Demon Coffin" and use this unique skill of the Jin family passed down to him by Mrs. Jin to enhance his power. strength.

However, although "The Blood Demon's Coffin" is good, it is still inferior to "The Golden Cauldron Talisman".

After all, magic talismans can be achieved quickly.

With his attainments in talismans, it only took him a few years to thoroughly study a golden cauldron talisman and successfully draw it.

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the other side.

Da Cang cultivates the world of immortality.

As the last tribulation thunder streaked across the black sky, the faces of the cultivators on Shengya Mountain who were dozens of miles away suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"It's done! Master Ding is done!"

"In our Holy Cliff Mountain, after four thousand years, Lord Transformation of God has finally been born again."

All the practitioners were discussing and excited.

In the Da Cang Xiu Xian world, it has been a long time since a god-forming venerable was born.

Today, it is unique to Shengya Mountain.

What can be expected is that with such top-notch combat power, Shengyashan's voice in the world of Da Cang Cultivation will definitely increase accordingly.

And similarly, the resources allocated to them, the higher-ups of Nascent Soul, will also increase greatly as a result.

This is the luck of their generation.

However, among these Nascent Soul monks, there was a white-robed monk with a handsome face, but his face showed a lonely look, and he was a little out of place here.

This white-robed monk is Situ Yang.

A hundred years ago, he had a battle with Wei Tu at Dijian Mountain, and Wei Tu destroyed the "Falun of All Heavens", causing severe damage to the origin of his spiritual body. He instantly fell from the Yuanying genius of Shengya Mountain to an ordinary Yuanying. List.

However, this is not the whole reason for his lonely look.

The more important reason is that his master, the leader of Shengya Mountain, "Lian Shourang", died in the secret territory of Zunwang Palace thirty years ago.

At that time, his master Lian Shourang entered the secret realm of the royal palace together with his master "Ding Lezheng".

Nowadays, one of them has become a god, and the other is destined to die. As a direct disciple, how can he not feel the same and feel extremely lonely for the passing of his master.

"Don't worry! The master will avenge your master's revenge for you. Taoist Fu cannot escape from the master's hand."

At this moment, a faint and ethereal sound suddenly came from Situ Yang's ears.

Hearing this, Situ Yang was immediately overjoyed. He quickly bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Master."

As far as he knew, according to Master Ding Lezheng's soul search of Master Jiuli: His life and death enemy Wei Tu was most likely a disciple of Master Chilong and the junior brother of Master Fu.

Now, Master Ding Le is avenging his master. When looking for Taoist Fu, how can he let go of the clue "Wei Tu".

Before the fight with Wei Tu, he had no murderous intention towards Wei Tu, and even promised Zhao Yu'e that as long as Wei Tu surrendered, he would let Wei Tu live.

But after Wei Tu crippled him...

No matter how open-minded he is, it will be difficult for him to forgive Wei Tu.

"You come with me." Ding Lezheng, who was on the clouds, saw Situ Yang's appearance and felt relieved. After all, only "the teacher is kind and the disciple is filial" can Shengya Mountain continue to pass on.

This is the foundation of Shengya Mountain besides its strength.

After finishing speaking, Ding Lezheng flicked his sleeves and robe, and after catching Situ Yang on his own escape light, he immediately started to use escape techniques and rushed to Ying Ding's headquarters.

As for the previous gentleman’s agreement?

Ding Lezheng didn't care at all, it was just a temporary promise he made to delay time and prevent Shengya Mountain from being retaliated by the "Fu Taoist".

Now that he has successfully transformed into a god, no one in the world of immortal cultivation can stop him.

This promise is no less than a piece of waste paper.

It takes less than half an hour.

Ding Lezheng rushed to the Yingding Department of Kangguo. He released his spiritual consciousness and began to search for the whereabouts of Wei Tu.

However, Ding Lezheng was stunned when he looked for it.

There was no trace of Wei Tu in the divine master's mansion with the "retreat sign" hanging high, and even Wei Tu's son and daughter were missing one person at the moment.

"Is it a temporary departure, or is there another reason?"

Ding Lezheng frowned, grabbed forward with his right hand, and grabbed several Wei family monks in the Master's Mansion into the clouds.

He did not interrogate these Wei family monks, but with a flash of consciousness, he directly started searching for their souls.

But it is a pity that the memories of these Wei family monks about Wei Tu, Wei Yan and others are really very few, and nothing was found at all.

"Wei Xiuwen..."

Ding Le's face turned cold. At this moment, he didn't care whether he was alerting the enemy or not. He teleported directly to Wei Xiuwen, who was practicing in seclusion in the mansion, and started searching for his soul.

This time, Ding Lezheng got a little more information than last time, and he knew that Wei Tu suddenly decided to move to the Wei family cultivators twenty years ago.

However, no matter how hard Ding Lezheng searched, it was difficult to find in Wei Xiuwen's memory the specific destination of the migration of Wei Tu's tribe.

"This memory has been cut off by Wei Tu. This boy is worthy of being a member of the devil's path."

After searching for the soul for a while, Ding Lezheng dropped Wei Xiuwen who was sucked in his palm and said with a cold expression.

He did not expect that Wei Tu would be so decisive. Shortly after the secret realm of Zunwang Palace was closed, he would flee with his blood relatives and even leave his only son and grandson as an abandoned son for the cultivators of Shengya Mountain. Numb and careless.

This made him have to suspect that Wei Tu was Taoist Fu himself.

Otherwise, why did it respond so quickly?

After thinking for a moment, Ding Shouzheng looked at the few Wei monks he had captured with a cold expression. He pointed at the few Wei monks who first turned into a puddle of flesh, and then gradually condensed out of them. A ball of bright red blood.

"Find it for me!" Ding Shouzheng made a secret with one hand and injected a magic secret into the blood essence.

The next moment, the bright red blood turned into a bloody arrow and began to circle nearby.

"What? The blood-drawing secret technique is useless?"

Seeing this scene, Situ Yang's face suddenly showed a look of astonishment.

At this time, although his master Ding Lezheng didn't tell him what he was upset about, he could guess a lot based on his Yuan Ying Ancestor's knowledge.

It's nothing more than Wei Tu fleeing and his whereabouts are unknown.

However, what made him unbelievable was that his master, Ding Lezheng, a dignified god-transforming venerable, could hardly find the whereabouts of Wei Tu even when he used the secret technique of drawing blood.

The blood-drawing secret technique used by the Master of Transformation has a range that can span several countries and even cover the entire world of immortality.

"Is it possible that Wei Tu escaped to another world of immortal cultivation?"

This thought came to Situ Yang's mind.

However, when Ding Le was angry at this moment, he did not dare to say a single word.

Time passes slowly.

A quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour...

The blood-colored arrows that Ding Lezheng had condensed were still hovering over Ying Ding, and they were not pursued.

"Go to Jingshui Pavilion!"

Shaoqing, Ding Lezheng gave up the idea of ​​using the blood-drawing secret technique to trace the whereabouts of Wei Tu. His cold eyes flashed slightly, and after leaving these words to Situ Yang, he instantly escaped and headed towards Yuping Mountain where Jingshui Pavilion is located. And went.

"Kou Hongying disappeared too?"

"Cao Mi is missing too?"

"Some of the core disciples of Jingshui Pavilion and Ningyue Palace suddenly disappeared?"

Half a day later, Ding Lezheng stopped. He sorted out the information in his mind and had to confirm one thing.

That is, Wei Tu and the monks who were close to Wei Tu, such as Kou Hongying and others, escaped during his retreat.

And the whereabouts of these people, even if he went to search the mountains and seas at this moment, it would be difficult to find out.

"Where could he escape to?"

Ding Le was frowning and looking in the direction of the "Demon Sea" at the northern end.

In the north of the Demonic Sea, there is an exotic place called "Great Flame Cultivation World".

This cultivation world is adjacent to the Da Cang Cultivation World. It is the most accessible foreign land for monks from the Da Cang Cultivation World.

If you have the Nascent Soul realm, you can try to venture out.

The ancestors of the gods in Shengya Mountain have also traveled to the Great Yan Xiuxian Realm and have corresponding records about this foreign land.

Nowadays, it seems that only Wei Tu and others who escaped to the foreign land of Great Yan Xiuxian Realm can explain why he, a majestic god-transforming venerable, has difficulty sensing his specific whereabouts using the blood-inducing secret technique.

"Since there are records of the Great Flame Cultivation World in Shengya Mountain, then... there may also be records of the Great Yan Cultivation World in the Wanyin Sect and the Golden Ghost King..."

Ding Le was thinking secretly.

As for the overseas world of immortality on the other side of the Chiming Sea...

He didn't think too much about it. After all, as a Linhai sect, Shengya Mountain had much better information on the overseas immortal world than Wei Tu and other "devil people".

Shengyashan has never crossed to the overseas world of immortality on the other side. How can Wei Tu and others have such ability?

"Master is going to the Great Yan Immortal Realm. You stay in Kang State and take good care of these relatives of Wei Tu."

After thinking for a moment, Ding Lezheng made a decision.

To cut weeds we need to remove the roots!

Although the Da Cang Immortal Realm is far away from the Great Yan Immortal Realm, with his divine escape speed, he should still be able to reach it within three to five years.

As long as we can get rid of Wei Tu's troubles, what does a mere ten years mean?

Don't talk about ten years, even a hundred years, he can't afford to waste it.

Furthermore, the blessings Wei Tu gained in the "Demon Suppression Hall" of the King's Palace were worthy of the hard work he, a god-forming venerable, had to do.

Moreover, the Great Yan Cultivation World is a more prosperous place than the Da Cang Cultivation World. Just to find a way to leave the human world and ascend to the upper world, he also has to go to the Great Yan Cultivation World.

After saying this, Ding Lezheng did not wait for Situ Yang's reply, he escaped from the light and disappeared on the spot.

…

A few days after Ding Lezheng left.

Wei Xiuwen, whose soul was being searched by Ding Lezheng, slowly woke up. He took a look at the prison cell where he was and the unconscious only son Wei Changshou next door, and suddenly understood everything.

Knowing that this is Shengyashan's revenge has arrived.

However, in this regard, Wei Xiuwen did not have a look of panic on his face, but looked calm.

As early as when his father Wei Tu asked him to leave, he was already prepared to be thrown into jail or die.

Now, the father and son were just imprisoned here without any fear of their lives, which was enough to make him happy.

"Don't worry about longevity. Your grandpa will definitely come back to save you and me. Even if he can't be saved, with your grandpa's temperament, he will definitely avenge you and me."

Wei Xiuwen looked at the sleeping Wei Changshou, with a look of kindness on his face, and whispered.

Nowadays, he has grown from a mortal to the current Jindan True Monarch. He has an almost superstitious worship of his biological father, Wei Tu.

He believed everything his father Wei Tu said.

Even... against the Lord Transformation of God.

"Back then, you, me, and your grandfather smuggled themselves from Zheng to Kang... When you grew up, you stayed in Kang..."

Wei Xiuwen recalled the past with a smile on his face.