Poverty

The five-color fairy soil is a kind of divine object recorded in Taoist classics.

Legend has it that this is the fairy soil from the sky.

There is a huge spiritual energy in the five-color fairy soil.

The value of a handful of five-color fairy soil the size of a palm exceeds that of a thousand-year elixir!

This fairy soil is mixed with ordinary soil, and then cultivated elixir, the speed will be more than ten times faster than ordinary soil.

In other words, only a palm-sized piece of five-color fairy soil is needed, and in ten years there will be a hundred-year elixir, and in a century, there will be a thousand-year elixir, and the flow is endless.

The energy in these soils will not be consumed, after all, it is the legendary soil from the fairyland.

Its effect is more like transforming aura, speeding up.

If this is placed within the sect, it is a treasure.

It is absolutely possible for a sect to prosper,
At present, only Longhu Mountain has a handful of five-color fairy soil.

In the back mountain, it was guarded by an unborn Dazheng, and a powerful formation was drawn, so Yang Shen couldn't get close.

From this we can see the preciousness of the five-color fairy soil.

And the five-color fairy soil here has a radius of one foot, and it is shining with faint five-color light.

"There are so many five-color fairy soils, this time I sent them!"

Li Yanchu smiled happily.

But then he frowned slightly.

It is said that there are so many five-color fairy soil here, it should contain many precious elixir.

Why is there only one thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum?

What is especially strange is why the five-color fairy soil is deep in the ground?

Li Yanchu frowned, and there was a look of thought in his eyes.

However, the movements of his hands were very nimble, a sharp energy emerged in his palm, and he wanted to dig out this piece of five-color fairy soil and put it in the Qiankun bag.

There were no traps in the process as he imagined.

He was a little surprised by the smoothness.

It's just that when I cut to a certain place, my hand suddenly shook, and I couldn't cut it!
"Ok?"

Li Yanchu was stunned for a moment, the air machine in his palm could cut iron like mud.

This five-color fairy soil is a treasure for cultivating spiritual plants and elixir. It is not known for its hardness, so why would it not move?
Li Yanchu looked intently and found a piece of metal.

"What's this thing?" Li Yanchu scratched it a few times with his hands and found it was a thick piece of metal.

It happened to be the same as the range of the five-color fairy soil, and it was basically surrounded.

After discovering the five-color fairy soil and this strange metal in the ground, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Wouldn't it be a tripod like this?"

Li Yanchu dug a few times, and the more he looked at the scale of the metal object, the more it resembled it.

He dug along the edge of the five-color fairy soil, and found that there was a circle of metal around it, which was basically solid.

"A cauldron filled with five-color fairy soil?"

Li Yanchu didn't know what to call this tripod.

He grabbed the metal object, exerted light force with his arm, and unexpectedly discovered that the object was extremely heavy.

"Good guy, this tripod is so heavy!"

Li Yanchu roughly sensed it, and with the strength of the second realm, it was somewhat difficult to hold it.

Only when the strength of the physical body reaches the third level, can the cauldron be easily moved.

He held the cauldron with both hands, his arms tensed.

With great difficulty, he used Tudun to bring the cauldron up.

It is really difficult for Yinshen's cultivation base to move this heavy cauldron.

Rumble!
A big hole was opened in the ground, and he directly grabbed the cauldron out.

Only then did Li Yanchu find out.

This big cauldron is as tall as a person.

There are complicated patterns all over it, including mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the shape is very simple.

Li Yanchu took a closer look and found that the tripod was made of bronze.

There are more than a dozen runes in these patterns on the body of the tripod. This rune is so mysterious that Li Yanchu doesn't know it, but this rune has a sacred aura.

After reading it, Li Yanchu felt a little lost.

He couldn't help frowning.

You know, he is in a very strong state of mind now, just looking at a string of runes, he is a little lost without any breath flow, the origin of this rune is intriguing.

He looked at the bronze tripod again and his eyes became deeper.

He probed into it with his divine sense, and found that the Dao Yun in the bronze tripod was badly damaged, as if he had experienced a fierce battle.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are traces of knives and axes on it.

"What exactly is this?"

Li Yanchu took a closer look and found that there was a whole piece of five-color fairy soil inside.

"This light... five-color fairy soil?!"

A surprised voice came from his ear, Li Yanchu turned his head and saw an old man in black robe.

The old man in black robe was tall and tall, giving people a great sense of oppression.

His eyes were long and narrow, and although there was joy on his face at this moment, he still looked gloomy.

The face is born from the heart, this person must have a very bad temper.

The old man in black robe suddenly appeared in front of Li Yanchu as if he had found a treasure, but his eyes fell on the bronze tripod.

"No, this bronze tripod... is a Taoist artifact of Daxia!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"I didn't expect the old man to be so lucky to find such a treasure in this blessed land of Lingxu."

The old man in black robe looked up to the sky and howled, very pleased.

Could it be that this old man has a problem with his eyes... He actually ignored him directly... Li Yanchu said seriously: "What are you laughing at? Did you drink fake wine?"

"..."

The old man in black robe stopped laughing abruptly.

A pair of narrow eyes looked at the young man in front of him,

A powerful breath emanated from the body.

"It was you who found it well, but now, this seat is fancy, this thing is this seat."

"do you have any opinion?"

The black-robed old man said in a deep voice.

"Why?"

Li Yanchu said lightly.

"Why?!" The black-robed old man seemed to have heard a big joke.

He snapped his fingers,
call out!
A black flame flew straight towards Li Yanchu.

This fire is called Yin fire. It starts from the Yongquan of a person and burns all the way to the Baihui point. It can burn all the meridians of a person, and it is very sinister.

The old man looked at Li Yanchu with cold eyes.

As if looking at a dead man.

"I am a majestic elder of Youming Mountain, a master of the third realm, and if he takes a fancy to something from a junior, why does he still ask me?"

He said in his heart, a little dumbfounded.

The master is lonely.

Unexpectedly, after going up the mountain for so many years, the younger generation at the bottom of the mountain are already so ignorant.

Li Yanchu raised his eyebrows, the old man actually killed him at the slightest disagreement,
It's just...just...so good,

I am most afraid of meeting good people in this place,
He slapped it with one palm, without fancy movements,

Tiangang hand!
Split palm!
call!
A powerful palm wind immediately slapped the black-robed old man head-on.

call!
For a while, sand and stones flew, and gravel splashed!
With one palm, the dark fire that the old man was so proud of was extinguished.

Not only that, the old man in black robe was caught off guard, and his white hair flew back quickly until the palm wind dissipated, the white hair still could not be softened, and the roots stood up, which looked a little funny.

"..." The old man in black robe.

Two Jiazi don't go down the mountain, the younger generation fights so vigorously now! ?