Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

Li Haohan listened to his voice and tightly grasped the last spiritual energy bullet in his hand. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of determination.

After taking a look at the enemies below who were ready to attack, he threw down the last spiritual energy bomb in his hand.

The front row on the opposite side was blown away again, and the enemy leader shouted angrily again.

Li Haohan was about to use the second method when someone suddenly tapped his shoulder. He turned around and saw Mu Qingli, whose face was full of surprise. "General Guo, we have used up all our spiritual energy bombs."

Mu Qingli handed him the spiritual energy bullet he had refined: "We can win."

Mu Qingli's voice was very firm, and Li Haohan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed when he heard it.

He didn't have time to say anything more, and distributed the spiritual energy bullets in his hand, catching the opponent off guard.

The enemy leader looked at the chaotic battle group with a frown on his face, but no matter how he shouted, the soldiers were unwilling to move forward.

Mu Qingli glanced at Li Haohan and asked him to proceed according to the original plan.

Li Haohan nodded and asked people to hide at different heights in the canyon. With a shout of "Throw!"

More than two hundred spiritual energy bombs flew towards the enemy, and the sky was like a rain of shells.

No matter how the enemy tried to dodge, they would be hurt by the power of the spiritual energy bombs. The 50,000-strong army suffered heavy casualties, and even the enemy leader in the best condition was inevitably injured.

"Go ahead! Kill him while he's sick!"

With the previous preparation, Li Haohan and his men easily killed all the enemy troops, leaving no one behind.

Li Haohan chopped off the enemy leader's head and shed tears of blood.

Mu Qingli found that everything in front of him gradually became blurred, and a young girl appeared in front of him.

Mu Qingli recognized her at a glance, the role he had just played - Guo Qiaowen.

"You are very powerful. If I had half your strength, our team wouldn't have been completely destroyed. Take this sword if you want."

Guo Qiaowen held the sword in his hand and wiped it carefully.

She spoke softly, but seemed not to want to hear Mu Qingli's answer. After saying this, she pushed Mu Qingli out.

Mu Qingli returned to the Divine Sword Peak again. The sword in her hand had loosened. She pulled out the sword and put it into the space.

This sword has no spirit, and Mu Qingli does not intend to keep it for herself, but she wants to take it back to Xuantian Sect. Her master has been very kind to them, and she can only repay him slightly in these ways.

Mu Qingli walked forward a few steps and saw a rusty ancient sword. The red rust on it looked like bloodstains. Although the sword was very broken, it seemed to have a strong sense of story.

Mu Qingli grasped the hilt of the sword, and after the familiar feeling of dizziness, Mu Qingli entered a subtle space.

Unlike the previous sword, Mu Qingli saw a complete story as soon as he entered this sword.

The name of this sword is Wuya, and its owner is known as the Wuya Immortal. The Wuya Sword is famous because of the Wuya Immortal.

The Immortal Wu Ya has a wife, and they have a very close relationship. However, the Immortal Wu Ya's wife is very unbearable in the eyes of the world, and everyone says that she is not worthy of the Immortal Wu Ya.

Mu Qingli witnessed the story of Wuya Immortal and his wife, and had some different opinions in his mind.

"Many have passed through this place, but you are the first to touch this sword."

A white figure stood quietly in the distance, with its back to Mu Qingli. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"We just have different ideas. They want to get a good sword, and I just want to gain experience."

Mu Qingli spoke slowly, not excited by the appearance of the weapon spirit.

"Haha, what an experience! Then do you know who I am?"

The Wuya sword spirit suddenly asked.

But suddenly, Wuya Spirit stopped the topic again: "Forget it, you don't have to say it. I probably know your answer. But since you are already here, you must accept my test, otherwise you will never leave."

Wuya Spirit's tone became harsh when he spoke the last part. Although he was clearly far away from Mu Qingli, Mu Qingli felt that he was staring at him closely.

A book was thrown at Mu Qingli. Mu Qingli reached out to take it. After a closer look, he saw the words "Boundless Sword Technique" written on it.

"This is my master's lifelong experience. He once told me to pass it on to the first person to arrive here. You should practice it slowly."

After saying this, the Wuya weapon spirit disappeared. Mu Qingli opened the Wuya sword technique in his hand and became more and more shocked the more he read it.

But here, the Lingxiao Sword could not be summoned, and the Wuya Sword did not appear either. Mu Qingli could only find a branch to replace it.

The Boundless Sword Technique does not pay attention to rules, but is rather arbitrary. Mu Qingli felt that she had comprehended something, and the branch in her hand swung back and forth with her movements, forming whirlwinds.

As the practice became more advanced, the branch in his hand seemed to be a real sword. When he swung it, the sword energy was everywhere.

At this moment, Mu Qingli seemed to have merged with the branch. Every swing of the branch was a natural reaction of her body. She closed her eyes tightly and suddenly opened them, her eyes sparkling.

"Man and sword become one, success!"

As Mu Qingli made his final move, the white figure appeared again silently. This time he did not turn his back to Mu Qingli, but allowed Mu Qingli to see his face clearly.

Mu Qingli's expression was normal, but the weapon spirit's reaction was strange: "Aren't you surprised?"

Mu Qingli shook his head: "If I hadn't read the story of Wuya Immortal and his wife Duyang, I would be surprised."

The weapon spirit laughed and said, "Although you have passed the level, I still find you so interesting that I don't want to let you go."

Mu Qingli was not at all flustered. Instead, he sat down leisurely and asked, "Should I call you Wuya Immortal, or Duyang?"

Mu Qingli looked at the spirit in front of him. He had two faces, the left and the right were completely different.

On one side is the face of Wuya Immortal, and on the other side is the face of Duyang.

"Yang'er, stop making trouble. I'll talk to her."

A helpless voice sounded. Although it was the same voice as before, it was obviously not from the same person.

"Okay, okay, okay, you can talk to your successor yourself, I don't care about it."

After saying this, Wuya Spirit's eyes turned gentle as he looked at Mu Qingli.

Mu Qingli nodded slightly: "Wuya Immortal."

The Immortal Wuya nodded and said, "Since you've come here, it means we're destined to meet. Although my Wuya Sword isn't the best, it's still something others would love to have. Do you want to sign a contract with it?"

Mu Qingli didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "Are you willing to just be a weapon spirit?"

Immortal Wuya didn't seem to expect Mu Qingli to ask this. After a pause, he smiled and said, "What's wrong with being a weapon spirit? At least this way, we can always be together."