I forge immortality with a pagoda.

A strong, pungent stench wafted over, as if thousands of rotting corpses had piled up and fermented, emitting a foul odor.

Shen Yu immediately held his breath. Even though he had experienced many battles, he had never smelled such a stench before. He felt dizzy and his stomach churned.

The Spirit Sword pierced into the thick, sticky blood, its light dimmed instantly, and its spirituality dissipated at a visible speed, with white smoke rising from its blade.

Upon seeing this, Shen Yu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly activated his true qi, intending to retrieve the flying sword.

But the flying sword seemed to be stuck in the mud, firmly held by a strange force.

The sword trembled violently in the blood, emitting mournful cries, yet it could not escape the filthy pool of blood no matter what it did.

The bald, burly man sneered, saying smugly, "Grandpa didn't want to cause any trouble, but you brat are still relentless. You're just asking for it!"

He patted the small blood-red pot at his waist. "This murky blood pool of mine is specifically designed to defile magical treasures and destroy their bodies! Boy, I know you've cultivated a secret body-refining technique and have a strong physique, but before this blood pool, even your copper skin and iron bones will turn into pus and blood! Today, you are destined to die by my hand!"

The bald, burly man was smug and certain that Shen Yu would not escape his fate today.

His murky blood pool has refined the flesh and blood of countless cultivators, making it extremely powerful.

"A pool of murky blood... This thing is neither a talisman nor something conjured by Taoist magic. Could it be a secret treasure?"

Shen Yu's mind raced.

Besides common magical artifacts and Taoist techniques, there are many other wondrous things in the world of cultivation, and cultivators have a wide variety of offensive methods.

Secret treasures are a special kind of existence. They often do not have obvious grade divisions, but they all have unique effects.

Some are specifically designed to subdue human consciousness, some can assist in cultivation, and others form their own celestial realms where living beings can be raised.

The small blood-red pot at the waist of the bald, burly man in front of me must be one of the secret treasures.

While Shen Yu was pondering for a moment, most of the spiritual energy on the Lingming Sword had already dissipated.

Although the sword's material was not damaged, its spiritual power was greatly reduced. If it were to be used again in the future, it would take at least half a year to nurture it.

Thinking of this, Shen Yu also felt a surge of anger.

"You do have some skill, but everything in the universe has its counters, and what I rely on is not just my physique and talismans."

Upon hearing this, the bald, burly man felt a chill in his heart, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

Shen Yu opened his mouth and spat out a stream of crimson true fire, which was then aided by the Xun wind.

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire, aided by the wind, instantly transformed into a raging inferno, illuminating the area around the two of them.

As soon as the sea of ​​fire appeared, it enveloped the blood pool.

Amidst the raging wind and fire, the filthy blood pool immediately emitted a hissing sound, as if water were being boiled in an oil pan.

The blood visibly contracted and evaporated, removing some of its evil nature.

These kinds of sinister treasures are naturally and firmly suppressed by the righteous and energetic spirit.

Although the Turbid Blood Pool is quite powerful, even able to easily surpass high-grade talismans, it can only be beaten when it encounters Shen Yu's fire magic containing pure Yang true meaning.

The bald man was clearly not prepared for this, and his expression changed drastically.

Seeing the blood pool broken, he disregarded everything else and retreated hastily, trying to escape this evil star.

But how could Shen Yu give him that opportunity?

He stretched out his palm and pointed, and the Primordial Profound Truth within his body surged forth, transforming into a golden rope in the air, instantly wrapping around and binding him tightly.

Even though the bald, burly man used all his strength and struggled desperately, he could not damage the Golden Lock of True Qi in the slightest.

The golden lock tightened more and more, making his bones creak, and he could only writhe and struggle wildly on the ground, his face pale.

This is another change in Shen Yu's true qi after he broke through to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

The seventh level of Qi Refining is called "Condensing Truth and Changing Form". In addition to being more profound and solid, cultivators at this level can also have many ingenious uses for their true Qi.

For example, the golden rope that Shen Yu created with his true qi is one such exquisite application. It looks simple, but in fact it contains a subtle control over true qi.

Shen Yu stepped to the bald man's side, looking down at his opponent who was bound like a dumpling. "The Turbid Blood Pool is indeed extraordinary. It's just a pity that you've met me. No matter how great your abilities are, it's all in vain."

His words were full of arrogance. The bald, burly man knew he couldn't escape death today, so he didn't beg for mercy. He just spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Bah! My magic is no good, and now that I'm in your hands, you might as well kill me or torture me, but hurry up and do it, don't waste any more time!"

"You've got some guts, you're a real man," Shen Yu chuckled, then changed the subject, "Tell me, what's the origin of that little pot of yours?"

"What? You've got so many tricks up your sleeve, and you still want my secret treasure? Go to hell! Just kill me already, and you'll be a hero again in twenty years!"

The bald, burly man stood with his neck stiff, looking as if he were ready to die.

"Stubborn fool." Shen Yu's eyes turned cold, and he kicked out.

A "crack" sound rang out, and several of the bald, burly man's ribs were immediately broken by the kick.

He was in so much pain that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound, turning his head away tightly, unwilling to give in.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a distant spot, his gaze shifting uncertainly, a hint of hope appearing in his eyes.

Shen Yu lost his patience and drew his Zhanjin Sword, ready to sever his head.

The bald man suddenly changed his tune, his words softening as he hurriedly cried out, "I'll talk, I'll talk! Spare his life!"

Shen Yu stopped what he was doing, a look of suspicion in his eyes. He half-squatted down and stared straight at the bald, burly man, which made the latter shiver.

"If you dare to play any tricks, I will make sure your soul is annihilated, and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated."

"That's natural, that's natural." The bald man hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I am originally from the Yu Kingdom in the central region of Donghun Prefecture. There are three people in my family, namely..."

Shen Yu interrupted impatiently, "Who asked you those things? I'm asking you how that blood-red pot came to be, and what the refining incantation is. If you change the subject again, I'll kill you with one sword!"

The bald man was filled with rage, but with his life at stake, he dared not show the slightest displeasure.

His eyes darted around, and he slowly began to speak, recounting the origin of the blood-red pot and the incantation used to drive it.

It turns out that this pool of turbid blood was the masterpiece of a demonic weapon-forging master a hundred years ago, made from the essence and blood of ten thousand people.

This bald, burly man obtained this treasure from a cultivator by sheer chance.

Secret treasures are special artifacts crafted with painstaking effort by cultivators at the level of grandmasters of artifact crafting.

These kinds of treasures are usually extremely difficult to replicate, and every weapon refiner considers it an honor to be able to create such a treasure.

Each type of treasure is accompanied by a corresponding incantation for its use.

If one does not understand the incantation, even a True Lord cannot use it and can only destroy it.

After the bald man reluctantly recited the incantation, Shen Yu pondered for a moment, deduced it several times in his mind to ensure that there were no problems with the incantation, and then began to refine the small pot.

Before long, as Shen Yu uttered a complex and profound incantation, the small pot in his palm suddenly vibrated and then rose into the air, its spout emitting a bright blood-red light, just as if it were his own arm.

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