Qin Sa suddenly found himself transported to another world. Named Luo Li.

There are many sects and powerful people in the Xiuzhen Continent. It is divided into five major areas: Jiuxiao, Penglai, Tianyu, Leizhou, and Manhuang.

Although Jiuxiao and Penglai are the centers, where powerful people and sects gather, they are not the most prosperous places.

Tianyu is rich in spiritual medicines and spiritual minerals needed for all kinds of refining magic weapons. There are many people all year round, and the number of people is dozens of times that of Jiuxiao and Penglai, and there are many vendors.

The Xiuzhen auction held every fifty years is well-known, and the crowds are surging and lively. Therefore, the prosperity of Tianyu is unmatched by other regions.

As for Leizhou, it is slightly backward, but it is better than Manhuang. The land of Manhuang is full of dangers, and you know its dangers when you hear its name.

The realms of the Xiuzhen Continent are divided into nine realms: Qi Refining, Bigu, Foundation Building, Golden Pill, Yuanying, Transformation, Combination, Crossing the Tribulation, and Mahayana.

Each realm is further divided into three levels: early, middle, and late.

There are three types of spiritual stones used for cultivation: top-grade, middle-grade, and low-grade. The conversion ratio is one to one hundred to one thousand, and the quality difference is obvious at a glance.

In the southeast area of Leizhou, there is a mountain range that is a thousand miles long, called Zhuilong Mountain.

There is an ancient sect located in Zhuilong Mountain: Shenjian Sect.

Shenjian Sect, an ancient inherited sect, has many masters and disciples, like stars shining in the sky.

There is a supreme treasure in the sect: Jiezhu. This bead is transformed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Its power is through the sky and can open the portal to another world.

However, a thousand years ago, the leader of Shenjian Sect accidentally opened the other world by gathering the power of the sect due to a momentary mistake.

In an instant, the cultivation continent fell into a state of devastation, smoke of war rose everywhere, and a war with the other world lasted for nearly a hundred years.

In the end, at the cost of exhausting all the savings of Shenjian Sect, the portal was sealed.

Before he died, the leader left a last word: the seal weakens once every thousand years.

Since then, the huge Divine Sword Sect has never recovered and never regained its former glory.

Now, the world is divided into four parts, with the Leizhou Divine Sword Sect, the Jiuxiao Holy Sect, the Penglai God Transformation Sect, and the mysterious Yama Palace each occupying one side.

As the thousand-year deadline draws to a close, disasters are frequent in the world, and the Yama Sect and the Holy Sect are both ready to move...

Wherever the eyes are focused, they are all boundary beads.

In the back mountain of the Divine Sword Sect area, it was the time of Yin, the stars were shining, and everything was silent.

On a cliff somewhere in the back mountain, a 17 or 18-year-old boy sat on a stone, with a breeze blowing, and the black silk on his forehead fluttered in the wind, like ink staining rice paper.

The boy closed his eyes, with fine beads rolling on his forehead, his hands gently placed on his knees, breathing in an orderly manner, and his spiritual power flickering, like a banished immortal coming to the world.

The boy's name is Luo Li, with a cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Refining, and he has been in the Divine Sword Sect for more than half a year.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky was already slightly bright.

Luo Li slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the starry sky, his eyes seemed a little dull.

After sitting for a long time, his body was slightly numb, and he slowly stretched his body.

Luo Li murmured to himself: "Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, what kind of immortals are we cultivating! It's nothing more than immortality!"

When he stood up and left, something unexpected happened. Every time he took a step, his body appeared like a phantom ten steps away, mysterious and amazing. In just a few breaths, he disappeared like a ghost.

Such a mysterious body movement, let alone his cultivation in the late stage of Qi Refining, even the inner sect disciples in the period of Bi Gu would find it difficult to perform.

His identity seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil...

The cultivation in the Qi Refining period is only an outer sect disciple in the Divine Sword Sect, and it can even be said to be a humble existence.

In addition to daily practice, he also had to undertake various chores, such as carrying water and chopping wood. Only by becoming an inner sect disciple can one be exempted from these labors, focus on cultivation, and pursue the path of immortality.

At noon, the sun was scorching, and a young man stopped in front of the hall of the weapon hall.

Several young men of the same age as him quickly gathered around.

"Oh? Isn't this Luo Li? You actually want to go to the weapon hall too?" A young man with his arms crossed and arrogant sneered at Luo Li.

This man is called Wu Lang. Because he has the support of his brother from the inner sect, he is domineering in the outer sect and does whatever he wants.

He is notorious in the outer sect. Once an outer sect disciple showed disdain for him, he crippled the disciple's hands and feet and cut off his meridians.

This matter caused a sensation in the city and everyone knew about it, but after the sect investigated, it was only a fine of two low-grade spirit stones.

Luo Li had just finished his chores and had some free time today, so he wanted to go to the weapon hall to find a suitable weapon.

Unexpectedly, he met Wu Lang here. The provocation of Wulang to him has been going on for a long time. If he had not been prudent, he would have suffered.

However, he was not afraid of Wulang, but he knew that people under someone's roof sometimes had to bow their heads.

"Brother Wulang, you are polite. Are you going to the Weapon Hall as well?" Luo Li answered calmly.

Luo Li's eyes flashed with a murderous aura, which instantly made Wulang pale, as if his soul was hit by something. Maybe the lackey next to him pulled him, but he still couldn't wake up.

In a short moment, Wulang also broke out in a cold sweat! His eyes, which were staring at Luo Li, moved unconsciously.

Not far from here, a man and a woman happened to pass by here. They watched all this quietly, and naturally understood the murderous aura.

This man and woman were the peerless geniuses in the inner sect: Qin Shuang and Xian Lan.

"Brother, this man is not simple..." Qin Shuang still felt a lingering fear when he thought of the evil spirit just now. Xian Lan beside him opened his lips slightly and nodded slightly: "Yes." "Don't say too much! How can you ask where Brother Wulang is going?" The lackey next to him pointed at Luo Li, "Today, Brother Wulang's cultivation is about to break through the late stage of Qi training. We are short of spirit stones. Everyone who passes by here should hand in two low-grade spirit stones." Another lackey also echoed: "Bah... Look at what you said, we are all brothers from the same sect, and we are not unreasonable people who borrow without returning. When Brother Wulang breaks through to the stage of fasting and enters the inner sect, naturally everyone will benefit." Outer sect disciples are just doing odd jobs, where do they get spirit stones? The two low-grade spirit stones issued by the sect every year, I am reluctant to use them myself, so how can I give them to others. As the saying goes: I don't see you when I look up, but I will see you when I look down. Suddenly, Luo Li's heart was ignited with anger! If he hadn't been a little afraid of the two inner disciples in the distance, he would have taught this guy a lesson long ago. How could he be so arrogant!

Luo Li was a little annoyed. Wu Lang was really a venomous tumor.

This place was already crowded with a group of people. After hearing their conversation, everyone was angry!

"Brother Wu Lang's cultivation is about to break through? That's really a cause for celebration." Luo Li was shocked at first, and then said in a deep voice: "It is my honor to help you reach a higher level. It's a pity that I have already used up the spirit stones and I can't do anything."

After that, he walked towards the weapon hall!

The lackey on the left was instantly furious, pointing at Luo Li and shouting: "Stop! Who allowed you to leave!"

Seeing that Luo Li's steps were still calm, he used his internal force and punched Luo Li with both fists.

In a flash, Luo Li turned around and swung his right fist. With a "bang", the lackey's face suddenly changed, but it was too late. He was hit hard and spit out blood with a wow. His face was as pale as paper.

Seeing this, the other lackey attacked Luo Li with all his strength. Luo Li was not in a hurry. He kicked the lackey sideways. Before he could react, he was knocked away and unconscious.

Seeing that his two men were defeated one after another, if he didn't clean up this mess, his reputation as Wulang would be ruined today.

In front of everyone, his eyes were cold and murderous. He shouted: "White Tiger Roaring Fist!"

Wulang performed a set of boxing that only inner disciples were qualified to practice.

After a set of moves, the disciples were envious.

Due to Wulang's identity, this set of White Tiger Roaring Fist was not the first time that everyone had seen it. Every time they saw it, someone was either injured or disabled. Luo Li and Wu Lang were both in the late stage of Qi Refining. With the same cultivation level, both sides were helpless. However, if the cultivation methods were different, the situation would be different.

Luo Li stared at Wu Lang's White Tiger Roaring Fist, his mouth slightly raised, thinking to himself that he actually wanted to give it a try.

However, the two inner disciples who had been watching coldly in the distance made him feel daunted. If he hadn't had such concerns, he would have stepped forward long ago.

However, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Luo Li's body suddenly burst out with a powerful breath, shaking Wu Lang's fist away. He slowly raised his head and said coldly: "Just you, do you want to destroy my cultivation?"

The corners of his mouth rose in the last moment, and the next moment Wu Lang opened his eyes wide, with an unbelievable look on his face...

"How... is this possible!"

Wu Lang's pupils widened, and he couldn't believe it.

However, the waves of pain in his arm did not make Wu Lang give up the idea of destroying Luo Li.

He looked at Luo Li with gnashing teeth, his heart filled with anger.

In addition, the discussions of many disciples nearby made Wu Lang even more angry.

He felt that he had lost all his face, and the anger in his heart burned even more vigorously. At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else, and just wanted to cut Luo Li into pieces to vent his hatred!

Wu Lang used that set of boxing again, and the spiritual power between his fists surged, and he hit Luo Li with a whistling sound. This time he vowed to defeat Luo Li completely!

The next moment...

What he hit was actually just a residual image.

And Luo Li appeared ten steps away from him in the blink of an eye, and then another blink of an eye, ten steps away from him again!

The residual image left in the original place seemed to laugh at Wu Lang's incompetence.

Staring at Luo Li's back as he walked into the weapon hall, the disciples present were all in awe, and they felt that he was like a god descending to the world. The weapon hall was extremely spacious, and Luo Li was slowly walking between rows of shelves. The shelves were filled with spiritual weapons of various shapes and forms, which were dazzling.

At first, Luo Li was a little overwhelmed by the dazzling scene in front of him, but when he carefully examined each spiritual weapon, he found that none of them could fully meet his taste.

Spiritual weapons are divided into grades one to ten according to their quality and power. With Luo Li's current strength in the late stage of Qi Refining, he can only control a second-grade spiritual weapon at most.

After wandering here for a while, Luo Li was about to leave. Just as he passed a secluded corner, a black sword that only cost 100 points attracted his attention.

This is a broken sword. The lower part of the sword body is missing, and the broken part seems to be broken by a sharp object... After Luo Li examined it for a while, he was about to put it back when he suddenly felt a weak spiritual power fluctuation.

Luo Li frowned slightly, and his mind kept scanning the black sword.

However, he did not see any information where his mind reached. He was curious about where the spiritual power fluctuation came from on the black sword. Was it the hilt? After scanning again, it was not the case.

After several rounds of searching, nothing was found.

Luo Li was too lazy to waste energy on the black sword, so he took it and went to register.

At the record office, an old man with white hair and wrinkles frowned slightly, glanced at the black sword on the table, and whispered: "Boy, give me the token."

Luo Li did as he was told.

The old man swiped Luo Li's token on the purple-red token, and a string of data appeared, and 500 points instantly became 400.

After Luo Li walked away, the old man slowly raised his head, with an elusive light flashing in his eyes.

On the way, some outer disciples saw Luo Li and consciously stepped aside, their eyes full of passion and awe.

Obviously, his performance today has won the recognition of some people. In their eyes, Luo Li has become the leader among the outer disciples.

The passing disciples whispered:

"I heard that when Wulang used the White Tiger Roaring Fist, he only hit a residual image, not even touching the corner of the person's clothes."

"That's right, Wulang was stunned at the time, and kept muttering: Impossible, Impossible..."

"I guess Senior Brother Luoli has been hiding his strength. Today, it was also because Wulang bullied too much. Thanks to Senior Brother Luoli, we were able to keep the spirit stone..."

"You don't know this. I heard that Senior Brother Luoli was also an inner disciple before, but because..."

...Luoli was thinking about the black sword and had no intention of listening to their random discussions.

There are two ways to become an inner disciple.

First, breaking through to the Bigu stage, you can naturally become an inner disciple; second, the top five disciples in the outer sect competition can also become inner disciples, even if their cultivation has not reached the Bigu stage.

However, both methods are very difficult. Some people can only stay in the Qi Refining Stage for their entire lives. Cultivation is against the will of heaven, so how can heaven easily fulfill people's wishes? Among ten thousand people, if a hundred people can break through to the Bigu Stage, they are already outstanding.

Another way is to use spiritual medicine to increase the chance of personal breakthrough, but this requires a strong background, and it must be the children of hidden families and sects.

As for the top five in the outer sect competition, it is even more difficult.

There are thousands of outer sect disciples, and there are also many disciples in the late stage of Qi Refining. It is undoubtedly a foolish dream to want to become famous in one battle and enter the inner sect.

Late at night, Luo Li came to the cliff early, ready to break through his own cultivation.

Gathering Qi and luck are the steps that must be practiced by Qi Refining cultivators. To learn to transform the surrounding spiritual energy into their own spiritual power, this is a skill that every Qi Refining cultivator must master.

The surrounding spiritual energy cannot be used directly with their Qi Refining cultivation, and must be transformed into spiritual power by themselves before it can be used. If you want to use the surrounding spiritual energy directly, you must be a Jindan cultivator or above.

The way of heaven is unfair, and human life is limited. Pursuing the way of immortality is against heaven, and one needs to go through the tribulation of heaven to be recognized.

But as for this tribulation of heaven, I guess there are only a few people who have experienced it among the tens of thousands of cultivators in this area of 10,000 miles. The moonlight is bright, and the earth is gray, adding a bit of beauty.

The spiritual energy visible to the naked eye slowly gathers in the Dantian, but there is no sign of a breakthrough after a long period of impact on the fasting period. Well, don't force it before the time comes.

Luo Li took out the black sword and looked at it carefully. It is unknown what material this black sword is made of. The inscription is delicate and smooth, and it flashes when it encounters light; the hilt is a human head portrait, as if a ghost appears, making people dizzy.

There is a bead-like thing missing in the middle of the sword body. Perhaps to exert the true power of this sword, it is necessary to find this lost thing, but what if it is found, after all, it is a broken sword.

Gently touching it, there was a kind of evil spirit that made Luo Li feel a little uncomfortable... After savoring it carefully, there was also a trace of saintly spirit that made people's soul pure.

Such a spiritual sword that is neither good nor evil, it is hard to imagine who is the hero who uses this sword.

Luo Li carefully looked at every part of the black sword. He wanted to know where the weak spiritual power fluctuation came from that day.

After studying for a while, he was too lazy to continue wasting energy, and saw that the black sword in his hand disappeared instantly. The strange thing is that he didn't wear a storage ring at all, and the black sword just disappeared out of thin air. It's really strange! Strange!!!

It's still early, looking at the starry sky...

The sky looks very much like there... Wait, wait, I will go back soon...

Luo Li's eyes instantly became firm!

There was no time to sigh, Luo Li cheered up and pinched his hands.

In a flash, his eyes turned blood red, and his whole body was surging with scarlet blood, which was very scary. Gradually, a shield enveloped him, isolating the surrounding spiritual energy.

Every once in a while, a vortex would form outside the shield, absorbing spiritual energy into the body, and then transforming it into red blood, and so on.

Strangely, as long as the surrounding spiritual energy came into contact with blood, it would retreat because of its pressure, and Luo Li could only absorb it by force, which was very strenuous.

Not long after, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

…

It was dawn, and Luo Li had long disappeared.

At this moment, an old man stood proudly here. The old man was dressed in gray, nearly 70 years old, with white hair like snow, extraordinary temperament, and a pair of eyes as deep as the sky, making it difficult to understand.

This person is the great elder of the Divine Sword Sect, Changsheng Taoist, who has a high level of cultivation and few people in the world can compete with him.

Changsheng Taoist tapped the air with his left hand, and a picture emerged. The figure in the picture was blurry and difficult to distinguish, but it was obviously Luo Li from last night.