Immortality begins with whale hunting

Chapter 194 Controlling the Scorpion and Destroying the Corpse and All Traces

puff!
When the head exploded, it was instantly stopped in mid-air.

But it was no longer useful, the divine scripter was completely dead, and every thought had been wiped out.

On the sand sea.

"Sure enough... it is impossible to plunder the inheritance. There must be certain restrictions set in this inheritance. Once it is touched, you will die."

Bai Xuan's divine thoughts moved, and the two thousand second calamity divine thoughts rolled back.

If you can get the corresponding inheritance so easily, then why do you need to practice?
However, Bai Xuan was not at a loss either.

This was just something he did casually. He had already obtained a lot of secret information and had a deeper understanding of the Divine Court, so he knew how to find this inheritance.

When he was searching for souls just now, he saw that the other party was almost riddled with blood debts. They tortured virgins to death, drained the blood of warriors, slaughtered a small tribe in one night... and so on.

Almost from a young age, divine writers must practice asceticism and are not even allowed to speak. Many divine writers have deep psychological accumulation and become extremely morbid. Once they grow up, they will retaliate.

The leader frowned immediately. He didn't recognize the person coming and immediately held down the sword at his waist.

He bit down hard again, swallowing a river of gravel and the body of the divine scribe into his belly.

The girl apprentice was looking anxious and worried when suddenly the big tent was lifted open and a figure walked in directly.

On the Cloud Island, no matter how strong his spiritual sense is, he can basically comprehend the Tao Yun and control the Tao realm to attack his opponents.

Jimenez was startled, but he was a little happy when he saw the person coming and said.

Since Bai Xuan took action, he naturally had to keep his hands clean.

"However, although this soul-stealing technique is extremely overbearing, it is also limited. One possession requires two thousand thoughts. Even if you try your best, you won't be able to conquer many puppets."

"Ascetic?"

This giant scorpion was sleeping at the bottom of the yellow sand. There were six golden threads on its back.

The giant scorpion moved and smashed everything within a hundred miles underground. The six huge sharp-edged scorpion tails could easily blast even a few mountain peaks into sand with one swing.

As soon as Bai Xuan's eyes moved, the six-tailed giant scorpion demon neighed, escaped into the sand and left.

"Only in the outside world can I bring out my full potential."

In the blink of an eye, he had traveled hundreds of miles to settle the matter, but this was insignificant. The most important thing was how to obtain his inheritance.

Bai Xuan's spiritual thoughts swept away and shot into his skull in an instant. The giant scorpion suddenly opened its eyes and struggled ferociously.

This six-tailed monster giant scorpion, with its six eyes shining slightly, suddenly broke through the sand and rushed out. Within a moment, it rushed out like a small mountain!
This giant scorpion was lying respectfully on the sand dune, its blade feet were like pillars, and with a slight breath, the air holes on the blade feet were blown up by the strong wind, sweeping over the majestic sand dunes.

"I can't keep this body."

To be like this, the divine thoughts sweep out, from heaven to earth, and are omnipotent. With a command, the demons surrender.

Little did they know that it was the six-tailed scorpion that took action and tore apart the surrounding sand dunes at will, creating a battle relic.

After all, for such a terrifying shock to spread hundreds of miles across the sand dunes, it was probably the Divine Script Master who took action, and it even frightened many tribesmen.

Bai Xuan was satisfied.

The leader's voice was deep.

"Go."

Bai Xuan's thought just changed, and the six-tailed giant scorpion demon suddenly split the sand dunes with a radius of hundreds of miles with a flick of its six tails, leaving traces of the battle.

However, its spiritual thoughts were naturally incomparable to Bai Xuan's. After dozens of breaths, the giant scorpion's spiritual thoughts were defeated step by step. Finally, it was attacked by Bai Xuan's thousands of second-level thoughts. With a bang, it occupied the area. its primary position.

But now, he swept across it at will and subdued this pure Yang demon. One thought made people live and the other thought caused death.

As soon as he concentrated, in an instant, the terrifying consciousness was like a storm, sweeping in all directions!

"Jimenez, pack your bags now and go directly to Crescent City to escape...remember, become a more powerful divine scribe!"

Sule tribe.

"Who are you?"

"It is estimated that one has to cultivate this "Secret Book of Thousand Souls Seizing Souls and Dividing Souls" to an extremely high level to be able to seize a puppet with just a few hundred thoughts, and even transform other people's thoughts into one's own, and spread them continuously. Come."

Bai Xuan's mind wandered around him perfectly, and his spiritual thoughts would hardly dissipate no matter how far they flew. In an instant, he captured a huge demon scorpion thousands of miles away.

In the central tent.

"Yes, father."

That is absolutely impossible.

Less than half a day has passed, and there is still an atmosphere of panic here. What's more, for some reason, a terrifying shock came from a distant place. Although it was extremely weak when it reached here, it still caused a lot of panic.

Under the Salo tree.

Bai Xuan opened his eyes, thought for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the central tent.

"It's the Dervish! Father, this is the man who saved us on the sand dunes and killed the three-tailed scorpion."

As long as it is not solidified, the speed of spiritual consciousness is close to the speed of light.

This disaster will cause heavy losses to the tribe, but there is no other way but to obey. His only way is to let his little daughter grow up as soon as possible. Only in this way can he escape the fate of being ruled.

……

The leader lowered his eyes and looked at Bai Xuan cautiously. He knew about this kind of people, but he did not think that Bai Xuan had the ability to deal with the divine script master.

"I have a way. I know a divine scribe who can solve this problem, but it requires paying a certain price. He is a money-grubbing person."

Bai Xuan said calmly.

"You know a divine scribe..."

The leader was surprised and his tone changed.

"You invite him to come over and let me talk to the divine scribe."

Bai Xuan said calmly.

……

A few days passed in a hurry.

Three hundred miles away.

"It has been found out... Mu Yue was swallowed by a six-tailed scorpion in the end. He only condensed one divine inscription and was unable to fight against an enemy of this level."

A man whose whole body was shrouded in the brilliance of divine writings said calmly.

In front of him was a mass of filth that had turned into dust. There were some undigested gold and silver utensils in it that had been smelted into a ball by the six-tailed scorpion's stomach acid, and some traces of the original state could barely be seen.

When Bai Xuan takes action, he naturally takes care of both ends. The Divine Court rules this endless sea of ​​sand, and any death of a divine scriptor will be traced by powerful beings.

However, the result of the investigation was this piece of feces.

"Useless things."

Another divine scribe was extremely cruel, "It's such a shame to be killed by a demon."

"It's not necessarily a demon, maybe it's another divine scribe. It's just that the body was devoured by the demon... Anyway, as long as we can communicate."

The leader of the divine scriptor said in a low voice.

Actually. I don’t know how many divine writers there are. It is very common for them to compete with each other for treasures, influence tribes, and intercept and kill each other.

As long as it is not found out, Shenting will not bother to take care of it.

These low-level divine arts masters live and die in a matter of thoughts, who would care?
"Let's go."

The divine scriptor moved and said, "Lord Ribbon is about to come to New Moon City. This is a supreme honor that cannot be missed."

"This lord can easily reward us with a drop of true silver holy water, which can promote us to a higher level."

"Yes."

Another divine scribe also showed a look of longing.

The spiritual cultivation of the divine writing master naturally requires extremely hard work, tempering the will and polishing the thoughts bit by bit.

But unlike the "Immortal Thunder Tribulation Sutra", when they were about to break through, they did not overcome the calamity and break through, but absorbed this "true silver energy" to strengthen themselves and break through a certain limit.

The gas turns into mist, the mist turns into water, the water turns into crystals, and the crystals are refined into gods!
They are all just fog-level divine scripters. If they can get a drop of true silver holy water, it will be enough to increase their strength to a terrifying level in one breath, and they can sweep through them at will among the same level.

now.

The two divine script masters didn't bother to care about the dead divine script master at all. They moved and disappeared here.

As for the tribes within thousands of miles...

In their eyes, the tribesmen were even more like ants. Who would care about searching?
……

Sule tribe.

"I have been practicing in the past few days and my improvement has been quite rapid."

Bai Xuan opened his eyes.

The two inheritances he chose are not particularly core types. Unlike the "True Understanding of Water and Fire" or "The Sutra of Immortal Thunder Tribulation", they may not be able to be perfected in hundreds of years.

It is a technique of application. As long as the level is reached, the speed of understanding is not slow.

If even the cultivation of Bai Xuan's spiritual thoughts is difficult and difficult, then can a genius still master it?

With a twitch, Bai Xuan separated out a series of spiritual thoughts. As soon as the second-level thoughts moved, they split open in an instant, and more were separated.

Wow!
The thought of two calamities was divided into sixteen pieces in one breath, and then the electric light on it weakened and turned into a faint light.

"One minute and sixteen. With this hand, I can control more servants who are much weaker than me, and control an army of terrifying monsters by myself."

Bai Xuan thought and restrained himself.

Now, with a single thought, he can seize the bodies of the entire Sule tribe and turn them into puppets easily.

However, this hand must not be moved lightly. The divine text master is also a practitioner of spiritual thoughts, with ancient and powerful inheritance. Such a crude method can be recognized at a glance, and it is useless even if it is used.

"At most, you can control some demons. There are countless ancient and powerful demons in the sand sea of ​​this world. You can go deep into them and conquer them one by one. This is also a fortune."

Bai Xuan thought in his heart.

For example, the six-tailed demon scorpion he conquered is worth a lot of money, and can be exchanged for at least a few hundred points.

now.

The area around the market has become much deserted, and about half of the people have left.

In the past few days, he has established a foothold here. When the divine scribe arrived, almost most of the people passing by had already fled.

As an ordinary ascetic monk, he was the only one who never left. He was also met several times by the tribal leader to discuss the plan of how to deal with the divine scribe.

Just now.

"Sir Bai Xi, the leader wants you to come over. The master of divine script is here."

A scimitar warrior hurried over and said quickly.

Bai Xuan stood up and entered the newly built tent in just a moment.

In the middle of the camp, the leader was sweating profusely and receiving a divine scribe.

This divine scribe is quite handsome, with ten fingers covered with crystal clear gem rings of various colors, and a dozen jade necklaces of different sizes hanging around his neck. The whole figure seems to be wrapped in jewels, and his eyebrows are now Quite dissatisfied.

"Who knows me? Ascetic monk? Just kidding, who would know these poor people? If you can't tell me the reason for inviting me here..."

The divine scribe was stroking his very prominent belly and complaining.

But as soon as he saw Bai Xuan come in, holding a green pearl in his palm, he immediately jumped up, his expression of dissatisfaction disappeared, and a faint light appeared in his eyes, shooting out ten feet away.

"The six-tailed scorpion's poison-proof beads!"

"This is a meeting gift for you, Priest Luo Ya. I am Bai Xi. You should be familiar with me."

Bai Xuan said calmly.

"That's right, very familiar."

Roja was ecstatic, took the green pearl from Bai Xuan's hand, played with it carefully, and exhaled with satisfaction after a moment.

"Very well, that idiot Mu Yue actually came to trouble my friend. I will let him know the majesty of the eternal commandments."

He was so good that he changed his names. The leader next to him was stunned for a moment, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"As long as you like this bead."

Bai Xuan smiled flatly.

Luo Ya, the divine inscription master who looks quite rich, is both a Qi-level divine inscription master and Mu Yue, but he has already condensed three divine inscriptions, so his strength is not the same.

Roja was born in a poor tribe and was very greedy for money. As long as he had enough treasures, even a low-status slave could ask him to do work. Although his conduct could not be said to be superior, he was still very good and had not committed any evil deeds such as killing and killing at will.

Bai Xuan searched Mu Yue's memories. The secrets of inheritance related to the Divine Court were naturally difficult to obtain, but the hobbies, bad habits, and interpersonal relationships of each of the divine writers he knew in the New Moon City. ...everything is available.

As for the scorpion bead, of course he took it from his pet casually. This kind of thing could be taken away at will for him, but for a Qi-level divine scripter, it was rare.

Demons at the pure Yang level can only be suppressed by at least a mist divine scripter.

"Very good, very good. I have made you a friend."

Luo Ya happily put away the scorpion bead.

Naturally, he did not hesitate at all. Such scorpion beads are often dropped by scorpions when they shed their shells. One of them is extremely valuable, and can be exchanged for at least three rays of true silver energy.

It's really easy to protect a tribe for this.

Of course, Bai Xuan's purpose was not to protect a tribe, but to call a divine scripter to stay temporarily for a few days.

Only three days.

"You want to become a divine scribe?"

Luo Ya has been successfully bought by Bai Xuan with a few small things, such as a black crystal in the depths of the desert, or a giant centipede that sheds its skin twelve times. These things are naturally nothing to Bai Xuan, but To Roja, every piece is precious.

He was lying lazily on the cashmere blanket, stroking the huge centipede on his arm, and said, "As for other things, I just do it as I please. But becoming a divine scribe... this is not what I said. Forget it, let me test your mental will."

hum!
His spiritual thought was immediately withdrawn, and he collided with Bai Xuan's dim thought, and immediately showed a look of surprise.

"You have such a strong spirit and will, and you only have one more way to go."

(End of this chapter)