I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

"An injured alien refining void?"

Wei Tu was surprised. He never expected that Jiang Huanchen actually held such important information in his hands.

And, just at this moment, tell him.

Of course, he did not doubt Jiang Huanchen too much about this - this information was important, but he also had to see if there was a suitable candidate for the Void Refining Cultivator who could kill this alien Void Refiner and give Jiang Huanchen the benefits he wanted.

Otherwise, if you talk about this "secret" casually, you may not get a reward, but may be killed.

“But the value of Tianchen Pill is not necessarily lower than that of an alien’s Lianxu Pill…” Wei Tu asked indifferently.

A spiritual medicine that can break through the Void Refinement Realm cannot be compared with a genuine Void Refinement Realm cultivator.

However, it is possible that even if all the "spiritual objects" on the body of a dead Void-Refining Monk were added together, it would not be enough to exchange for a Tianchen Pill.

Not to mention, what Jiang Huanchen provided was only the information that this cultivator was injured.

"I understand what Senior Wei said."

"But the value of this alien race's refining emptiness... is different from that of ordinary refining emptiness... He is a refining emptiness cultivator from the Huamu tribe. The Huamu tribe was a large tribe in the Wanlin Lakes that rivaled the Liuyun tribe thousands of years ago. The tribe has produced powerful fusion masters."

Jiang Huanchen became anxious and pointed out the value of this information.

It seemed that he was not afraid at all that Wei Tu would take action against him after knowing the "inside story" of this intelligence.

I have great faith in Wei Tu's character.

"The Flower-Eyed Tribe?" Upon hearing this, Wei Tu raised his eyebrows slightly and finally took this information seriously.

It was nothing. When he was lurking in Dingyuan Immortal City, he accidentally heard some things about the Huamu Clan and knew that what Jiang Huanchen said was "not simple".

Thousands of years ago, the Huamu tribe was at the peak of its history. There were many strong men in the tribe, and there were even one or two great masters.

But... suddenly, this clan declined overnight, and the strong ones above the God Transformation level died or disappeared.

Having lost the protection of the strong within the tribe, it goes without saying that the Huamu tribe suffered a tragic fate. In less than a few decades, they were completely wiped out and became part of the history of the spiritual world.

Regarding this strange thing——

All the tribes in the Wanlin Lakes have their own guesses.

But without exception, everyone thought that the biggest possibility was that the Huamu tribe had offended a powerful person, and was exterminated by this powerful person overnight.

Such things are not uncommon in the history of the spiritual world.

Since the beginning of the history of the spiritual world, countless ethnic groups have been destroyed one after another.

The flower-eyed tribe is not the first, nor the last.

Only truly powerful clans like the Three Overlords and the Ten Spirit Clans can always stand at the top of the spirit world and sit at the poker table.

and so--

After Jiang Huanchen said that the injured alien cultivator was a cultivator from the Huamu tribe, the meaning behind it became self-evident.

——It is very likely that he is carrying the relics of the powerful Huamu tribe.

It would be more than enough to exchange this relic for a pill of "Tianchen Pill".

"Has the specific realm of the Huamu tribe's refining emptiness ever been mentioned in the memory of the alien race's soul?"

After thinking about it, Wei Tu asked.

If you have the treasure, you are a fool not to seize it, especially when facing the Huamu tribe, a foreign race that was once the enemy of the human race.

However, he also knew the principle of "rob if you can, take if you can't", so he would not put himself in danger.

"Forget it, you don't have to say more. Anyway, you have to go through this sooner or later." Wei Tu shook his head, and his huge spiritual consciousness penetrated his body and descended in front of Jiang Huanchen.

In an instant, Jiang Huanchen knew the feeling of divine power like prison.

Cold sweat broke out on his back and his heart was pounding. He knew that this was a necessary measure to gain Wei Tu's trust, so he gritted his teeth, nodded heavily, and agreed to Wei Tu's "soul search".

The next moment, the blood-winged mole flew out from Wei Tu's sleeve, spitting out a pink phantom mist that covered Jiang Huanchen's body.

This pink phantom mist, like the pink phantom mist used to deal with the mountain ghost tribe, has a hallucinogenic effect.

The difference is that the Mountain Ghost Clan's Lianxu still has a certain resistance to it, but Jiang Huanchen... has none at all.

After being trapped in the pink illusion mist, it revealed everything it had - all the information about the Huamu tribe's Lianxu that it had obtained from searching the soul of the alien after capturing the alien's deity.

"It is suspected that... he has become a living dead, and his realm is estimated to be no lower than the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm. There is a 30% chance that he is in the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm, and a 70% chance that he is in the late stage of the Void Refining Realm..."

Wei Tu's eyes flickered as he sorted out the specific information he had obtained.

After completely mastering this information, it also solved a doubt in his mind in disguise - how the alien race's deification was obtained, and the first-hand information about the Huamu tribe's refining emptiness.

After all, no matter how injured Lianxu was, he wouldn't be unable to deal with a mere Huashen.

But the result was so unexpected.

Although Lianxu of the Huamu tribe, who had become a "living dead", still possessed the strength of Lianxu, he was not as smart and flexible as Chu. He was managed to escape successfully by the alien race's "faked death method".

"This cultivator became a living dead, which is probably related to the fact that the Huamu tribe was exterminated overnight..."

"I just don't know if he is carrying any treasures of the Huamu tribe."

Wei Tu's eyes flashed slightly and he thought secretly.

"Senior Wei, what I said is true. I wonder if this Tianchen Pill..."

At this time, Jiang Huanchen just woke up. He looked at Wei Tu, who had a thoughtful look on his face, swallowed, and walked forward carefully to ask.

"Tianchen Pill?" Wei Tu came back to his senses. He frowned and did not give Jiang Huanchen a definite answer immediately.

Logically speaking——

Since the alien god could escape from under the nose of Lianxu of the Huamu tribe, then it would not be too difficult for him, a strong man of the same realm.

The risk of this trip should be extremely low.

If he cooperates with the existing means at his disposal, it is foreseeable that getting this big leak is basically a foregone conclusion.

But...all this is just assumption.

He would not rashly act so pretentiously without any practical experience.

"We'll talk about it after we get the treasure from that place."

Wei Tu glanced at Jiang Huanchen and said lightly.

After hearing this, Jiang Huanchen felt very disappointed, but he also knew that no one would do such a losing business, so he immediately echoed and said that Wei Tu was the main focus of the matter and he was not in a hurry.

"In that case..."

"You two, stay in my Qiankun bag for now. I will set you free after this matter is settled."

Then, a cold light flashed in Wei Tu's eyes, and he said this extremely overbearing sentence again.

He didn't want Jiang Huanchen to leak this "secret" or sell it to a second Void Refining cultivator.

Secondly, the place where they are now is still quite a distance away from the border of the Divine Fire Fairyland. Letting Jiang Huanchen and Ma Youdao return alone would undoubtedly endanger their lives.

But if he was asked to be a good man and deliver the gift in person...

Wei Tu did not forget that he had just killed Lianxu, a member of the Mountain Ghost Clan. No matter how brave he was, he would not dare to show up in the border area of ​​the Divine Fire Fairyland in a short time.

In this regard.

Jiang Huanchen and Ma Youdao had no objection. They looked at each other and did not dare to raise any objection. They nodded repeatedly and let Wei Tu put them into his Qiankun bag without any resistance.

"The Cloud Swamp..."

"It should be right there."

At this time, Wei Tu did not hesitate. After comparing the map in his mind with the memory of the alien god, his eyes flashed, he flicked his sleeves, turned into a rainbow light, and disappeared into the sky.

……

Half a month later.

A large swamp located in the wild.

Wei Tu hid in the void, with a green light flickering between his eyebrows, and he peeped into the underground cave below through layers of space.

It's just a pity.

Perhaps the silt in this "Cloud Swamp" was too thick. After spying for half a day with the help of the [Hun'e Evil Eye], he could only barely see some outlines of the underground cave, and it was difficult to see deeper places.

Not to mention, I want to take a look at the Huamu tribe's foundation in refining emptiness.

"To investigate or not?" Wei Tu frowned slightly, a look of hesitation on his face.

He never fights a battle without preparation.

In the past, he might have been reckless in taking risks, but that was because the resources were too precious and could not be replicated. Once he lost them, it would be difficult for him to obtain them again at his stage at that time.

Most of the time, he is cautious.

Without detailed information, I would not easily take risks.

"hold on……"

Wei Tu was patient and with a flash of light, he found a cave near the swamp at random. After setting up a concealment formation, he began to retreat.

Although his strength is not weak at this moment, he can be further improved in a short period of time!
The key to improvement lies in two aspects.

First, the secret sword talisman.

This was related to the fact that he had broken through to the "great success" of the initial stage of refining emptiness, and the magic power in his body had been purified by the "Yu Xin Zhi".

You can further draw a "Secret Sword Talisman" of the True Spirit level with greater power.

The second is the magical secret technique that was taken from Lianxu of the Mountain Ghost Clan.

During the half month of his journey, he had been trying to figure out this magical skill every moment and had already gained a certain understanding of it.

Now, all that’s left is further practice.

"As for the Xue's Company in Wanling Immortal City..."

"There's no need to rush into this."

"Mrs. Xue has been waiting for more than ten years. One or two years won't be a problem now."

Wei Tu thought to himself.

Then, he put aside all distracting thoughts, flicked his sleeves, placed the huge rock wall in the cave, and began to multitask. While practicing this magical skill, he began to purify and compress his magic power and try to draw a new secret sword talisman.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, a spring and autumn passed.

There was no change in the Cloudy Swamp. Apart from some spiritual beasts and wild beasts, there was no trace of a single cultivator.

“Done!” Wei Tu picked up the pen and looked at the small silver sword talisman he had carved on the blood-winged mole, a hint of joy showing on his face.

If we say that the previous "Secret Sword Talisman" at the True Spirit level could only pose a certain threat to the early stage of Refining Void.

Now this "Secret Sword Talisman" is enough to have a certain killing power against the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm.

With such power, this talisman is worthy of being called the most famous magical power of Fairy Xuanling.

Of course, this is also because Wei Tu's spiritual awareness has far surpassed that of the cultivators of the same realm. Otherwise, drawing this secret sword talisman that is enough to threaten the middle stage of the Refining Void Realm would be harder than ascending to heaven.

“Now, this is all the magical skill I know... It’s still a little short of perfection.” Wei Tu raised his head and looked at the huge rock wall standing in the cave. His body moved slightly, and he began to make movements similar to the patterns on the rock wall to practice.

A month later.

Strange tattoos similar to those of the Mountain Ghost Clan's Lianxu began to appear on his body.

"Concentrate!" Wei Tu moved his mouth slightly, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood onto his right arm.

The next moment, his right arm began to swell tremendously, becoming dozens of times larger. As the size of the arm increased, the power contained within it also gradually became astonishing.

Any random blow is enough to crush the space and create a terrifying space crack.

"Far stronger than the Mountain Ghost Clan's Lianxu!"

"Sure enough, my estimation was correct. With the support of the sixth-level body refining, this magical secret technique is far more amazing than that of a pure immortal cultivator!"

Wei Tu took a deep breath, raised his huge palm, and tentatively pressed towards the blood-winged mole beside him.

Like him, the Blood-Winged Mok was also learning this magical secret technique during this period of time.

Moreover, because of his terrifying talent as a descendant of the True Spirit, he learned this magical skill only slightly later than him.

Under the giant palm, the blood-winged mole, which was only the size of a palm just now, roared softly, and its size quickly expanded in the wind, becoming several feet in size.

If he raised his paw slightly, the size of his paw would be comparable to Wei Tu's palm.

But what's surprising is.

Obviously Wei Tu's palm was smaller, but the power contained in it seemed to be far greater than that of the Blood-Winged Mok. With a little force, the Blood-Winged Mok, which was dozens of feet in size and looked like a giant beast, was immediately pushed away by this giant palm and slammed into the stone wall of the cave, embedding itself deeply inside.

"Congratulations, master. Congratulations, master, for cultivating such a wonderful magical power." The Blood-Winged Mole changed to its normal size with a "bang", arched its front paws, and congratulated Wei Tu in a crisp voice.

Hearing this, Wei Tu smiled slightly, nodded, and then restored his right arm to its normal shape.

But at this time——

The master and servant suddenly turned their eyes and looked outside the cave in unison.

"A monk is here?"

The Blood-Winged Mote sounded slightly surprised. It sensed with its vast spiritual sense that in this seldom visited "Cloudy Swamp", a group of cultivators with an extraordinary realm and aura suddenly appeared.

"It seems like he came here with a purpose."

"Could it be that... the cultivator from the Huamu tribe who let go was more than just the alien race's God?"

The Blood-Winged Mote was moved and raised a question.

The words fell.

The expression on Wei Tu's face did not change much, he just narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was no other reason. This time when he came to the Yunwu Swamp, he hesitated to go in to find out what was going on because he was afraid that there must be a trap.

Now it seems that his worries were correct.

Even though the Huamu tribe had become the "living dead", the secret cave where they were located was not something that a small alien god could easily escape from. (End of this chapter)