Although Lu Ping thought that one Blood Shura could only condense one complete mini spirit meridian, he still hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong. But what exactly is going on?"
Linglong's anger had not dissipated, and she naturally said unhappily, "Who asked you to be so weak? If you had the cultivation of the Dharma stage, your body could at least condense half of the mini spirit meridian just now!"
This was already the second time that Linglong had complained about Lu Ping's low level of cultivation, and Lu Ping could only listen. The power of a spirit treasure could only be unleashed in the hands of a Dharma adept. Normally, a late Core Forging adept who could use a spirit treasure was already considered an elite. Like Lu Ping, who could unleash 70% to 80% of the power of a spirit treasure, even some early Dharma adepts with weaker forces might not be able to do so.
It seemed that he really needed to increase his level of cultivation. It was just that he had only trained for a little more than a hundred years, and he was already at the ninth level of the Core Forging stage. There was still a long way to go from the ninth level of the Core Forging stage to the peak of the Core Forging stage, and advancing from the peak of the Core Forging stage to the Dharma stage was as difficult as ascending to the heavens. The amount of effort needed to advance from the peak of the Core Forging stage to the Dharma stage might be equal to the amount of time he had spent on training. Even so, advancing to the Dharma stage with a little more than two hundred years of cultivation was still an unattainable height in the world of cultivation.
Lu Ping temporarily put aside his thoughts and said to Linglong with a smile, "It's not that the amount of spirit meridian that Linglong can condense is too little, but that these Mara are too weak. A few Mara equivalent to a late Core Forging stage can only condense half of a mini spirit meridian at most. This is too weak."
Lu Ping paused, then continued, "Even the Blood Shura and the Blood Demon are too weak. Even if I advance to the Dharma stage, I can only condense two mini spirit meridian …"
Linglong interrupted Lu Ping angrily and said, "Even if you advance to the Dharma stage, the Spirit Meridian that you can condense from the Blood Demon's body is at most a miniature Spirit Meridian."
Lu Ping was stunned and said, "Why? Didn't you just say that you can condense one from the Blood Asura now? If you wait until I advance to the Dharma stage …"
Linglong let out a cold snort and said in embarrassment, "It's not because of you. It's because of Linglong's true body."
Seeing that Lu Ping was a little stunned, Linglong continued to explain, "Right now, Linglong is only a spiritual treasure that has gone through the first Thunder Trial. At most, her true body can condense one mini spirit meridian. No matter how many Mara there are, it won't be enough."
"If you can help Linglong go through the second Thunder Trial and become a Second Tribulation spiritual treasure, then Linglong's true body can condense one small spirit meridian. If it has gone through the third Thunder Trial, as long as there are enough Mara corpses, Linglong can condense a medium spirit meridian."
Lu Ping was a little excited and then asked, "What if you continue to grow and become a Pure Yang magic weapon?"
Linglong seemed to hate her master's ambition and said grumpily, "Who knows? If you have the ability, ask Ape Taoist. It is said that all the magic weapons that can condense spirit meridian are passed down from Ape Taoist's Spiritual Iron. At the beginning of the world, it is said that Ape Taoist used his own Spiritual Iron to determine the spirit meridian of the world. And the Spiritual Iron is said to be a Pure Yang magic weapon. The Spiritual Iron is ranked fourth among the great magic weapons of the beginning of the world, second only to Peng Daoren's Seven Treasures Thunder Calabash, Jiao Daoren's Spiritual Sword, and Ape Taoist's Furnace of Fate."
"Determine the spirit meridian of the world?"
Lu Ping looked at Linglong in a daze, as if he had just realized that Linglong also had such a powerful bloodline. He said, "Doesn't that mean you can also become a Spiritual Iron in the future?"
Linglong couldn't remember how many times she had rolled her eyes. "We are just imitations. We want to become a Pure Yang magic weapon like the Spiritual Iron. Even we don't know. Anyway, after the Seventh Patriarch of the world of the beginning of the world, have you heard of anyone who upgraded their magic weapon to a Pure Yang magic weapon?"
Linglong paused, feeling that Lu Ping had not been shocked enough. She added, "There is also a Seven-Treasure Thunder Calabash in your Core Space, which is a scourge. When other Spiritual Treasures face the Thunder Tribulation, they can be abandoned by their masters even if they can't pass it. It rarely hurts the people who help the Spiritual Treasure pass the Thunder Tribulation. Although the Seven-Treasure Thunder Calabash is powerful, it itself is a target that attracts thunder. In history, it has implicated many of its masters in the Thunder Tribulation."
Lu Ping subconsciously used his divine thoughts to penetrate the Core Space. At this time, he found that the Seven-Treasure Thunder Calabash was obediently revolving around his Jindan, as if it had heard what Linglong said. It seemed to be a little more tranquil than usual.
Lu Ping sighed inwardly. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or worried. He could only say, "The cart will cross the mountain when it comes to the mountain. Let's take one step at a time!" Several days later, Lu Ping finally got rid of several waves of Mara's attacks in the vast grassland. He once again came to the small town where he had just entered the Western Wilderness. Linglong also gradually gathered enough Spiritual Qi to condense two small spirit meridians.
This small town had not been affected by Mara's attacks, but it was already in a state of panic. Many of the small town's cultivators spontaneously organized themselves. At the same time, many cultivators sent by other sects formed an alliance with the Western Wilderness Palace in preparation to resist Mara's attack.
This time, the strength of Mara's attack had clearly exceeded the expectations of all the cultivators in the Western Wilderness. It could be said that the strength of his attack had swept through the entire Western Wilderness. There were already several demon clans that were quite powerful in the Western Wilderness that had been exterminated. One of the three royal clans, the Hanging Eyes White Fronted Tiger Clan, had their lair captured by Mara. It was unknown how many of their bloodline would survive. Otherwise, the Hanging Eyes White Fronted Tiger Clan would most likely become extinct. The other two royal clans, the Heavenly Horse Clan and the Golden Roc Clan, were also unable to fend for themselves.
After Lu Ping entered the small town, he met many familiar faces of the cultivators that he had met at the river source that day. It seemed that they had also broken through Mara's ambush from the depths of the grasslands and had come to this small town to temporarily rest and reorganize.
In the small town, the opening of the river source this time had long been an uproar. Ma Chenxi's death was no longer a secret. The battle with Xie Tianyang, Li Tong, and Ma Chenxi had established the reputation of Lu Ping from the Northern Sea. At the same time, he had killed Lei Laoliu and snatched the Flood Dragon Blood Stone, which made his reputation even more legendary.
Other matters such as the appearance of the Green Sea Snake, the descent of the four mid Dharma adepts of the Tenma people to the river source and their pursuit of Li Tong of the Koi clan, Zhang Zhiming of the Western Wilderness Palace, and Xie Tianyang of the Purple Sun Palace were also described in detail.
Li Tong and Zhang Zhiming both had the support of the Koi clan and the Western Wilderness Palace, but they had suffered some losses at the hands of the two mid Dharma adepts of the Tenma people before they were rescued by the Dharma adepts of their respective forces, Laozu.
Xie Tianyang, on the other hand, was miserable. The Purple Sun Palace was famous, but it was far away from the Western Wilderness. Xie Tianyang's abilities were displayed to the fullest under the pressure of Ma Li Laozu of the Tenma people. It was said that he had already been caught by Ma Li Laozu three times, but he had escaped from him three times.
In the end, although Xie Tianyang was in a sorry state, every time he managed to escape from Ma Li Laozu, his reputation grew. On the other hand, Ma Li Laozu, a veteran mid Dharma adept, was in an even more difficult position. Now, he had almost become the laughing stock of the Western Wilderness. Even if he managed to capture Xie Tianyang, it would probably be difficult for him to salvage the reputation of his clan. However, he could not stop now, and the two of them were still wandering around the grasslands of the Western Wilderness.
However, it was said that the news had already reached the Purple Sun Palace, and there were already great powers of the Purple Sun Palace rushing towards the Western Wilderness to receive Xie Tianyang. Now, everyone was discussing whether Xie Tianyang could hold on until the great powers of the Purple Sun Palace arrived.
Lu Ping had only been in the small town for half a day, and he had already understood most of the many things that had happened in the Western Wilderness. However, he did not expect that the situation in the Western Wilderness would suddenly become so complicated because of the River Source and the Disaster of Mara. Moreover, he had undoubtedly played a role in stirring up the various forces that had stirred up the situation.
There was a teleportation portal in the small town, and this was also the reason why the practitioners who had gathered in the small town had the courage to fight with Mara. After all, if things went south, they could just abandon the small town and use the teleportation portal to escape. The reason why they wanted to fight with Mara was because the Disaster of Mara was a catastrophe for the entire world of practitioners, and it could not be avoided even if they wanted to. The practitioners in the world of practitioners were aware of this as well.
It was just that Lu Ping could not use this teleportation portal to escape. He knew that the place where the teleportation portal was opened was often the most heavily guarded place. Every practitioner who used the teleportation portal would be subjected to many tests, such as formations, rare treasures, and high level tests. With his current magical ability to deceive everyone, he could deceive most practitioners when they were not paying attention, but if he wanted to pass the test of the teleportation portal, he did not have the confidence to do so.
And at this time, his reputation was ridiculously high. Just the two Flood Dragon Blood Stones on him were enough to attract several Dharma adepts to besiege him to death. Now, in the situation where rumors were flying everywhere, there were various versions of the cause of Ma Chenxi's death, and many of them were splashing dirty water on him. However, this dirty water did not wrong him at all, and he did not think that when the time came, these people would give him a chance to refute.
There would always be xenophobic hearts. Now, there were already many people who were indignant. A practitioner from the barren land of the North Sea, who knew what kind of dogsh * t luck he had, to actually obtain such a great reputation and benefits. Where would these heroes of the Central Plains and the Western Wilderness be placed in!
Right now, Lu Ping suspected that once his identity was exposed, he was afraid that there would be no need for the Tenma people or the high level practitioners from other sects and clans to come forward. These practitioners around him would immediately surround him and beat him to death.
And now, he was resting in the small town for a day or two. These few days of rushing about and fighting not only caused Lu Ping's True Yuan to not be able to fully recover, but more importantly, his mental exhaustion needed to be alleviated, not to mention the hidden danger of consuming the Yuan Burst Pill.
Lu Ping leisurely wandered in the small town. At this time, because the atmosphere of the war was getting closer, the market of this small town was even more prosperous. Lu Ping picked and picked a lot of spirit herbs from the market. Speaking of which, Lu Ping himself had not opened the Na Chuan Cauldron for many years, he did not know if his alchemy skills had become rusty.
"Zhi zhi —"
Hmm?
Lu Ping had just bought a rare 3000 years old spirit herb from a street stall at the price of a 1000 years old spirit herb, when he heard a somewhat familiar sound, and Lu Ping could clearly feel that this sound seemed to be directed at him.
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