Chapter 11 Bloody Sand Ghost City

After three days of retreat on the boxing peak, Xu Le returned to his peak state. This fight is thrilling and a test for his will.

The Lu family in Jiujian Valley is very powerful. No matter whether he can enter the Canghai Xianmen in the future, in short, Jiujian Valley has no place for him. As for the seventh master, it is easy to find himself with his ability, so Xu Le has never been worried. It's just strange that he seems to have been out for too long this time.

"Xu Le, your momentum is even stronger."

The magic hand master swept away the decadence and walked into the palace with high morale and fighting spirit. His face was filled with a confident smile. At every step, his whole person seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment.

Xu Le looked up and down at the magic master and said happily, "Congratulations to the master for stepping into the realm of martial arts master with half a foot."

"Hahaha, I'm so ashamed. To be honest, you didn't learn anything from me. This time, I also got the light of you and Yuqing. The messenger not only forgave me, but also gave me a lot of advice. Many difficult doubts in practice have been solved, and I am more confident in advancing to martial arts masters.

After the magic hand master said, he handed Xu Le a sheep-like wrench, with no texture on the surface and unusually smooth.

"This is given to you by the messenger."

Xu Le took over and looked at it carefully, with surprise on his face, "Is this Mi Jiezi? I have one of my martial arts masters in Jiujian Valley."

"Yes, this is a real treasure, representing a noble identity. And to use it, you must be a soul practitioner and control it with divine thoughts. Xu Le, the imprint of the divine mind on it has been erased, and you can directly brand your soul power.

Master Magic Hand is a little envious, but when he is promoted to the martial arts master, Xianmen will naturally be rewarded with a Mijiezi.

Xu Le's mind moved, releasing a wisp of soul power, which was easily integrated into the Mijiezi. In his induction, it was a strange space three meters in size, in which there was only a ball of blood milk flying in the sea.

resisting his inner excitement, Xu Le withdrew his soul power, and he had a sense of flesh and blood connection with the Mijiezi.

"Master, can I take this blood milk directly now?"

"No." The magic hand master was shocked and waved his hand repeatedly, "Even if I don't dare to swallow this drop of blood milk, a sea flying dragonfly can defeat more than a dozen martial arts masters, and you can imagine how powerful it is. This drop of blood milk should be diluted and taken slowly in batches, otherwise you will die directly with your physical strengthening strength.

Xu Le was shocked to hear this, but fortunately, he asked more questions.

"Isn't this treasure that I can only see and can't use it?"

"Hehe, there is still a way. You can dilute it with the Netherworld spring water. The Nether Spring can be found in the Blood Sand Ghost City. The spring water is cold to the bone, and practitioners below level 5 may be frozen into ice sculptures even if they touch it gently. However, practitioners with quenching level 5 or above can quench their body and strengthen their physique if they take it for a long time. It's just that the later it goes, the smaller the effect will be.

After saying that, Master Magic Hand went to the corner of the palace and took a gourd from the bookshelf. "I still have a little ghost spring here. You can dilute it a little first, take it and then improve your strength, and then consider going to the bloody sand ghost city."

Before Xu Le took it, there was a chill from the gourd that gave him goosebumps. Seeing the magic hand master open the lid, a cold fog condensed over the mouth of the gourd, and the temperature dropped in an instant.

As soon as his mind moved, he pulled out a little from the drop of blood milk in the sea. When it dripped into the gourd, he immediately heard the sound of rolling inside. The energy of blood milk is yang to strong, which is completely opposite to the Nether spring water, but the two are just neutralized at one time.

Both things can refine the body, so the Nether water is also the best choice for diluting blood milk.

"You take this half-gourd blood milk spring water three times, and I also have to practice behind closed doors. There is still a lot of energy left in the corpse king Jindan that I swallowed before. This time, as long as it is completely refined, it is enough to advance."

The magic hand master was not greedy for this blood milk spring at all, so after handing it to Xu Le, he sat down cross-legged and entered the state of practice.

Xu Le looked at the calm face of Master Magic Hand and had more respect for him.

He looked up and drank five times in a row, a gentle energy poured into his abdomen, and then boiled up a warm current in Dantian, quickly spreading to his limbs and internal organs.

"What a powerful force."

Xu Le hurriedly guarded his mind and let the blood and milk spring flow endlessly in his body. His body made a rumble sound, which was more powerful than the previous thunder sound of the tiger and leopard, and the bone joints made a harsh sound like countless fine iron rubbing violently.

Master Magic Hand opened his eyes and showed a strange light. He saw that there seemed to be countless sparks blooming in Xu Le's flesh and blood, and the tough and thick muscles were experiencing the burning and roasting.

This is the true rebirth in the legend.

As time went by, it took Xu Le a total of ten days to drink half gourd blood milk water. His physical strengthening has reached 37 times, which is much better than expected. As long as he can swallow all the remaining blood and milk, his promotion to a five-level disciple is just around the corner.

"Drink."

Xu Le punched one after another in the Feng Palace, and the fists seemed to be flying all over the sky. His fist speed increased again, and the strong gas explosion caused by rubbing the air was weakening, indicating that his punching power was more condensed and concentrated, and the power of the same punch was stronger.

With 1,300 punches in one breath, Xu Le felt a sense of fatigue coming to his mind.

"The power of each punch is equal, which shows that your control of power has become weak. Each punch has fifty-nine power, and even dozens or hundreds of harden five-level practitioners are not your opponents.

The magic hand master was completely speechless. The power contained in Xu Le's body was too deep. Although the talent potential he showed was not as good as Feng Feifei, the first demon disciple of Jiujian Valley, it was not far from him.

Xu Le wiped the sweat on his head and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his eyes were not exposed.

"Master, how is Sister Yuqing now?"

"The messenger is training her. In a month, Sister Yuqing may have been promoted to a fourth-level disciple in a row. With her young age and such a solid foundation, her future achievements are unlimited. Master Huanshou sighed a little. He continued with a few wry smiles, "Xu Le, the messenger has agreed to let us enter the Canghai Fairy Gate, but in the future, you should try to keep a distance from Sister Yuqing, otherwise it will be easy to set yourself on fire. It's not convenient for me to say the specific reasons. You can know it in your heart.

Xu Le didn't ask much. He hugged his fist and said, "Master, I'm going to go to the bloody sand ghost city today. I heard that there are murder everywhere, but it is also a perfect place for trial.

"Go ahead, how long you are. I don't protect you. If you meet a strong man, you can avoid it. You can't show off." Especially the Lu clan, they will do everything they can to kill you.

Xu Le nodded. He wore the ring on his finger, which could hold a lot of things. Before leaving, he packed a few sets of military uniforms and some dry food.

If you don't want to eat grains, you must cultivate to the holy realm.

The bloody sand ghost city is a vast wasteland 30,000 miles away from Jiujian Valley, thousands of miles away, surrounded by ruins and deserts. It is said that the place has existed for tens of thousands of years and is shrouded in a faint fog all year round. There is nothing abnormal during the day, but at night, it will penetrate the bleeding fog from the ground. With bursts of shocking howls, many practitioners who are not firm enough are lost in it and become idiots.

Some masters have carefully explored it, and there is nothing strange except the underworld spring. Over time, it has become a test place for the strong.

Xu Le took only three days to arrive at the Bloody Sand Ghost City on board the flying machine beast in Jiujian Valley. Organ beasts have been handed down from the era of Soul Taoism, mainly flying with the help of the wind of heaven and earth. Nowadays, there are many machine beasts in the major fairy gates, but there are few masters of machine beasts.

Xu Le and more than 300 disciples of the same family jumped off the flying machine beast one after another. He looked around, and many disciples cast a look of respect and humility.

But he doesn't like this. The bloody sand ghost city is killing step by step. He doesn't want to distract too much energy. With a flash, he entered the ruins and desert.

The sand on the ground is bright blood red, and it smells of bloody under the scorching sun. There are many collapsed buildings in the desert, some even hundreds of which used to be a real human city.

After going deep for a hundred miles, I saw quenching practitioners from all directions. Some were in groups, some were single horses, and everyone's faces were indifferent, as if they entered here to kill and live alone.

Ah - a scream came, and a solo practitioner was cut off his head. And the attacker just moved from place and disappeared into the mist.

For the dead, no one will collect their bodies, and their bodies will be melted by the blood mist penetrating from the ground after nightfall.

"No wonder people who go out alive are very cold and firm. After the iron-blood baptism of life and death, people's willpower has also been transformed." Xu Le thought about it a few times and was about to move forward, but he felt three eyes falling on his back.

Someone stared at him, and Xu Le couldn't laugh or cry. A soul practitioner is to occupy the sky and can sense hostility one step in advance. He turned around and looked at the three people staring at him, who were a little taller than him.

"Hey hey, you are a little interesting. You didn't run away immediately when you were targeted by our three brothers." One of the middle-aged men rushed to Xu Le with a huge hammer, and the stones under his feet shattered one after another.

"The physique is strengthened 44 times, I don't know how the combat effectiveness is?" Xu Le didn't expect that this reckless man was still a five-level practitioner, but the explosion of the hammer was not very good. He was an ordinary person, and his combat effectiveness was only forty-four.

"I'll blow your head."

The hammer exploded, but was caught by one hand.

Xu Le's right hand exerted a little force, and the hammer made of what material was forged was like soil, turning into muddy water flowing down from his fingers.