After thirty years of hard work, Ling Xian has not only improved his cultivation by leaps and bounds, but also benefited a lot in other aspects, for example, the three major divine powers he selected have all been cultivated proficiently, and it is no exaggeration to say that he has reached the point of sending and receiving from the heart.

There is also the treasure obtained by accident, Ling Xian also used the demonic qi to refine it clearly, not to mention, the power of this black shattered moon ring is not trivial, although Ling Xian does not know what its specific origin is, but it is definitely a treasure inherited from ancient times.

Far from being comparable to today's ordinary magic weapons.

Thirty years of hard work, now Ling Xian said that it was too much to be reborn, but in the face of a strong enemy, he did have the confidence, even if it was a primordial ancestor, Ling Xian estimated that he could fight a few rounds.

Although defeat is inevitable, there is still some hope of escaping.

It sounds like there are still shortcomings, but don't forget, the gap between Jindan and Yuanying was originally like mud, and it is not an exaggeration to say that in front of Yuanying Ancestor, the monk who only survived the second heavenly tribulation was just an ant.

Ling Xian could have such a grasp, it was already shocking, if it was against an immortal cultivator of the same level, he could almost sweep away.

Of course, there were also shortcomings, that is, Ling Xian still hadn't refined his natal treasure.

It's not that he doesn't want to refine, it's not that the materials aren't enough, it's that Ling Xian is really worried in his heart.

To put it simply, he is not sure.

After all, refining weapons also belong to one of the hundred arts of cultivating immortals, and it is not so easy to be able to master the land.

One bad is the end of refining failure.

And this consequence was something that Ling Xian couldn't bear, after all, the Thousand Jiao Knife was rare, and Ling Xian only had that kind of material for refining.

So he didn't dare to do it lightly.

At least there had to be some certainty before Ling Xian dared to start refining his natal treasure.

But to grasp where to come from, of course, it is necessary to have experience in refining weapons.

This is not a matter of cultivating hard by yourself. What can be done is not about inspiration, but requires a lot of hands-on practice.

With such thoughts, Ling Xian went out.

He first took a spin around Yuanxing Island.

But nothing!

The market here, to be fair, is quite lively. As far as the eye can see, they are all immortal cultivators who come and go from the south to the north, but unfortunately, most of them are low-level monks, and they don't even have a refining workshop.

Ling Xian thought about it for a while, and went to the Fang Market to buy a sea chart.

Since there is nothing to be gained from the island of Yuanxing, then. The only way to look for opportunities is to look elsewhere.

Speaking of which, the water area of Yunxin is vast, and the five major sects have been inherited for thousands of years, and their strength is extremely strong, and at the same time, they also have different skills.

The Tianwei Sect mainly cooks spiritual food, and the Spirit Beast Mountain is good at the art of resisting beasts, but when it comes to refining weapons. There is no doubt that Baiqiao Gate is the first.

If you can infiltrate the faction. You should be able to learn a lot of refining skills.

However, Ling Xian thought about it for a while, and still gave up this tempting choice.

He once caused a catastrophe in the Tianwei Sect, although for the sake of face, the Tianwei Sect did not publicize it, but the five major sects are in the same spirit, and the origin is not trivial. Ordinary casual cultivators don't know about it, but it's hard to guarantee that Baiqiaomen doesn't know about it either.

In case his identity was revealed, it would be self-defeating at that time, so Ling Xian thought about it for a while, and it was better not to venture to Baicaomen.

Rule this possibility out. There aren't many options to make.

Ling Xian lowered his head slightly, sinking his divine sense.

After a moment, Ling Xian raised his head.

A small island located deep in the ocean caught his attention.

Cloud Dream Island!

This island not only has a beautiful name, but also has many strange people, and on the island, there is the most famous market in the entire Yunxin waters.

Not only casual cultivation, but also the disciples of those big families often linger here.

Alchemists, refining workshops, and islands are all never short of land, and when you get there, you should be able to harvest.

The thought in his mind turned, and Ling Xian had already made a choice, turning into a shocking rainbow, like Yunmeng Island flying away.

The two islands are far apart, not to mention thousands of miles, but Ling Xian is now the ancestor of Jindan, but the escape is very fast, after two days and two nights of hurrying, Yunmeng Island is already vivid.

Rumble!

A loud bang came to the ears.

Ling Xian turned his head and saw a burst of spiritual light in front of him, and the two groups of monks were fighting very lively, spiritual weapons flying all over the sky, and from time to time there were colorful spiritual rays flickering.

The battle was a group of immortal cultivators in the foundation building period, and there were as many as twenty or thirty people.

Ling Xian glanced at it and flew past them.

Although the strength of these cultivators was not worth mentioning, Ling Xian was not interested in meddling in things, the immortal cultivation world was already full of bloody storms, and fighting for the law was originally a very ordinary thing.

Bypassing these guys, he didn't fly far, and there was a rumbling sound in his ears, Ling Xian frowned, not far ahead, there was actually another monk fighting.

Ling Xian was slightly surprised, but he didn't think much about it, and bypassed it all the way.

Who knew that not long after flying, there was a rumbling sound with the wind.

Ling Xian was speechless, and then sighed, the note next to the map was indeed true.

Yunmeng Island Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, there are many strange people, on the island, there is the most famous market in the entire Yunxin waters.

Such favorable conditions naturally made many monks and forces jealous, of course they did not dare to touch Yunmeng Island, but those monks who came out of the island became fat sheep in their eyes.

The weak eat the strong, which is not unusual at all in the world of cultivating immortals.

It is conceivable why the fight was so lively just now.

Of course, near Yunmeng Island, those guys didn't dare to do that blatantly, but as long as they left a certain range, they wouldn't have too many scruples.

The thought in his mind turned, Ling Xian still didn't plan to meddle with things, but at this moment, there were sudden fluctuations in the air, and two black rays flew over.

People don't hurt the tiger, the tiger is harmful to people's hearts, Ling Xian doesn't want to cause trouble, but trouble just finds himself.

"Look for death!"

A hint of anger flashed on Ling Xian's face, and he raised his head and looked at the guy who had attacked him, it was an old man with a fat head and big ears, with a treacherous look on his face.

Cultivation was not in the middle stage of foundation building, Ling Xian couldn't help but laugh in his heart, it seemed that it was because he had restrained his breath, so he was regarded as a weak fat sheep.

That's right.

Ling Xian no longer hidden, took a breath, the powerful aura of the Jindan Ancestor swept out, of course, Ling Xian used that orb, after all, his current identity should not be exposed, although the spiritual power was transformed into demonic qi and lost a lot, but the terrifying coercion still made the old man who was still proud just now dumbfounded.

"You...... Are you Jindan Ancestor?"

The old man's face was ugly and he was going to die, how could he not know that he had just done a stupid thing, he desperately took back the treasure, and begged for mercy: "The seniors spare their lives, the juniors were just joking just now, and they have no malice towards you." (To be continued.) )