natural fairy species

Chapter 258 Counting the Harvest
"Who is Taoist? Wan Tong died in the Burial Valley, Liang Guoxiu Immortal Realm still has such a strong sword cultivator..."

The miserable green boy frowned, causing the floating dove on his shoulder to jump into his palm.

"I've seen the remaining two alchemy cultivators at the Sword Gate of Hiding the Sun, but they are not good enough. Could it be that they are sword cultivators from other countries?"

"Senior Brother Feng, you guessed wrong, it's Bai Zichen from the Qingfeng Sect!"

Master Heifeng smiled and pushed the file forward.

He felt a little refreshed when he saw his arrogant senior brother deflated and showing a surprised expression.

This young man is the most outstanding monk of the Wanshoumen since Fang Tiansheng, and was also invited by the Holy Lotus Sect to join Feng Moyun in the Liansheng Secret Realm.

In terms of cultivation aptitude, Feng Moyun might not be as good as Fang Tiansheng, but in terms of talent in controlling beasts, he can be called the number one since the founding of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

With the mid-term cultivation of alchemy, he became a fourth-rank low-rank beast master, which is second to none in the entire Northern Territory.

When cultivating immortals at a low level, there were indeed many monks who were able to use their talents to make the realm of Baiyi surpass their own cultivation level by a large level.

But this kind of situation is more and more rare as you go to the back.

Just like in the world of cultivating immortals, there have been a few examples of those who achieved the fourth-rank alchemist in the realm of alchemy, but it is unheard of for Yuanying Zhenjun to become a fifth-rank alchemist.

"Bai Zichen...is he already in the realm of alchemy?"

Keeping his eyes closed all the time, Fang Tiansheng asked like a sleeping Fang Tiansheng, his voice was like thunder, without any weakness.

Normally, the name of a foundation-builder cultivator would not have caught his ears. He only had an impression of this boy because he was brought by Master Ge Cang to participate in the Burial Valley.

"Yes, news about him is spreading all over the place, and everyone says that this person is the number one sword cultivator in Liang Guoxiu's immortal world..."

The real Heifeng said with emotion, quite a sense of vicissitudes.

This person visited him as a junior along with Master Yang of the Qingfengmen sect decades ago.

In just a little time, he has already become a real person of Jiedan who can sit on an equal footing with him.

Even in the eyes of everyone, Bai Zichen's future prospects must be far superior to that of the real Heifeng.

"I didn't expect Liang Guoxiu to have such a character again. First there was Ge Cang and then Bai Zichen. It seems that the rising trend of Qingfengmen can no longer be stopped..."

Feng Moyun read the file and handed it to Fang Tiansheng.

"Senior Brother, I am going to go to the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness to seek opportunities to break through... I am already one step behind Ge Cang, and if I slow down, I will really be left behind by him. Even a junior from the Qingfeng Sect will catch up."

"Your Fuguangjiu has been promoted to the third-order peak spirit beast, and the completion of alchemy can be achieved step by step for you... Could it be that you can't bear it for a hundred years, and you still want to go to the sea of ​​suffering?"

Fang Tiansheng has no expression on his face. He knows that his junior is arrogant and arrogant, because he has always regarded Ge Cang as a comparison object because of his similar age.

After returning from the Liansheng Secret Realm, she has gained something again. With her heaven-defying talent in beast control, Fuguangjiu was successfully promoted to a third-order peak spirit beast.

With the particularity of the scriptures of Yuling, when the state of the natal spirit beast is higher than that of its master, it can feed back its cultivation.

From the middle stage of alchemy to the complete alchemy, Feng Moyun will practice very smoothly, and he will hardly feel the bottleneck.

In a hundred years, ordinary alchemy masters may not have crossed the threshold of the early stage of alchemy.

"One hundred years is just to improve the realm, and then we have to perfect the alchemy theory and understand the true meaning of the Dao... My Fuguangjiu is not as good as my senior brother's gold-swallowing dragon beast. The blood of the dragon clan has a long lifespan, and it may not be enough time to hit the Nascent Soul .”

Of course, Feng Moyun's ambition is not limited to consummation of alchemy, it must be aimed at Nascent Soul.

Unlike Fang Tiansheng, who can live for seven to eight hundred years because of his natal spirit beast, Fuguangjiu, a bird spirit beast, has a lifespan similar to that of a human monk, and suffers a great loss in this regard.

"Since that's the case, I won't stop you...the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, so be careful, and I hope you will be in the realm of alchemy when you return."

Fang Tiansheng sighed and submerged himself in the pool water again.

Feng Moyun bowed his head, turned and left, his clothes fluttering.

"Heifeng, can Zengguang Xiancheng reply?"

Master Heifeng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The letter from Immortal City Master Du Yu has just arrived... saying that one of their three requirements cannot be missing, and if they can meet it, a fourth-order elixir will be delivered in a few days."

"Senior brother, your injury is the most important thing. Even if the Du family asks too much, it's okay to agree first... As long as your injury recovers, everything else will be trivial."

"This seat understands, you go down first, and you have to think about it..."

Fang Tiansheng showed a trace of fatigue, and murmured after a long time: "The promise is simple, I'm afraid there will be no place for my Wanshoumen in the world... For me, let the sect take such risks. Defeated, what face does Fang Tiansheng have to meet the ancestors of the Wanshoumen?"

Qishan Peak.

At the peak of three thousand feet, the wind howled, and the snow was as heavy as a goose feather.

A Jiexiantai built in the style of Feishengtai, with glazed tiles and cold jade walls.

The outside world is a jeopardy of life, and the inside of Xiantai is like spring all the year round, with countless exotic flowers and plants.

It is the denseness of the heaven and the earth, and the pureness of all things.

True Monarch Nine Lotus took a piece of jade slip that flew down the mountain, passed through the alchemy masters, and was finally sent to Jiexiantai by the head teacher of the Holy Lotus Sect, all of which were truly important events.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is the aloof Yuanying Zhenjun, who can decide the death of countless people with one word.

In fact, only he himself knows that the Dao has long been hopeless, and he is just waiting to die in one place.

But he didn't even have the courage to throw away all the dangers like a few fellow Taoists. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, at least he died on the road of pursuing the Dao.

Rather than being like him, waiting for his life to die, to become a dead bone in the grave.

Without him, there are too many burdens on him.

How can the Holy Lotus Sect, which has lost the Nine Lotus True Monarch, support this huge foundation, and continue to be the king of the entire Liang Guoxiu world.

"Peerless Sword Cultivator, Tier [-] Flying Sword... Another amazing little guy, but unfortunately he came a bit late, it's too late!"

Nine Lotus Zhenjun sighed, threw the jade slips away, and poured a pot of spiritual wine into his throat: "Since ancient times, the will of heaven is high and difficult to ask, and the old Yi is sad and difficult to express..."

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In Qingniu Valley, it is already in full swing.

The casual cultivators and the family cultivators have already left together, waiting for the dividends and rewards of the land reclamation war.

Most of the Qingfeng sect's disciples remained, and the manpower and material resources needed for a newly controlled third-order spiritual vein were a bottomless pit.

According to the discussion between Wei Dao and Bai Zichen, after confirming that he had no intention of placing the cave in Qingniu Valley, he decided not to arrange a third-tier formation here.

There are not many Tier [-] large formations left in the secret hall of the sect, and the high-grade spirit stones required to activate the formations each time are not a small amount, which is not a small burden for Qingfengmen.

Since there won't be any Dandan Daoist waiting here for a long time, the necessity of setting up a Tier [-] formation will be greatly reduced.

There is no second Zhou Suqing to be found in the sect, who can master the third-order large formation with the foundation establishment state, and display the power of the formation to the fullest.

Bai Zichen took the initiative to ask Ying to sit in Qingniu Valley for a period of time, guarding against monsters that might wander around and appear coveting the spiritual veins.

On the other hand, Wei Dao returned to the mountain gate first with a group of foundation building elders. After all, the sect can't be empty for a long time.

"You can take a look at the specific arrangements, don't ask me."

Bai Zichen glanced at Gu Xisheng's Qingniu Valley development plan, threw it back, and said that he would not interfere.

It's just the old-fashioned method of setting up a formation first, counting the spiritual lands, and at the same time circle out the spiritual fields that can be cultivated.

Then ask the disciples to search the entire Qingniu Valley like a blanket to see if there are any treasures missing.

He went straight to the cave where the Kui Niu Demon King lived, which had been cleared immediately. Hundreds of luminous pearls and glare pearls had already been inlaid. Not so difficult to get off.

He found a piece of bluestone and sat down. The Kui Niu Demon King was killed by Wei Dao, and the spoils would naturally belong to him.

However, Bai Zichen beheaded He Taoist and harvested his wealth, which must be far more than a third-order monster.

"This mourning stick is a high-grade magic weapon, but it is a pity that it was cut into two pieces by the Yuexuan sword, so it is worthless..."

The mourning stick weighs several hundred catties, and a lot of precious minerals should have been added during refining.

However, they are all integrated into the magic weapon. Unless the mineral materials are decomposed again, they can only be sold as waste.

Bai Zichen planned to melt it in the later stage, and use the decomposed ore materials to refine flying swords for himself.

Daoren He is worthy of being a magic cultivator for many years. The two storage bags are both high-grade, and it took a long time to untie the imprint of spiritual consciousness.

"It's all high-grade spirit stones, a total of 75 yuan, really rich and powerful..."

According to a rough estimate, there are already close to 200 million low-grade spirit stones here.

There are many veins of spirit stones in the ghost spirit gate site, which is famous.

At present, there are still more than five spirit stone veins being mined at the same time, providing the ghost spirit gate with a large amount of spirit stone resources.

For medium-sized spirit stone veins, there is a high chance of high-grade spirit stones appearing at the core.

As the ancestor of the alchemy of the Ghost Spirit Sect, it is normal for He Daoren to carry so many high-grade spirit stones on his body.

In addition, there are a lot of sundries, as well as all kinds of magic materials that Bai Zichen doesn't need, including two magic weapon embryos that haven't been refined yet.

In the second storage bag, there are five magic weapons, three high-grade ones, and two middle-grade ones.

It's a pity that all the magic flames are lingering and ghostly, and none of them are useful to him.

"This Taoist He is cautious. He didn't bring any of the secrets about the Ghost Spirit Sect with him when he went out. Those are all blank jade slips."

Bai Zichen also wanted to find some inside information about the Ghost Spirit Gate from He Daoren's relics, but his wish seemed to be in vain.

When the contents of the storage bag were almost checked, a trace of mysterious gas was found in a jade bottle.

With a treacherous aura, it is different from the normal devilish and ghostly aura.

"I don't know what it's useful for, so let's put it aside and talk about it... It's better to have a noble ghost door tongue, who can ask the secrets of the door, so that you can roughly know the functions of many items in the storage bag."

He picked out several familiar sword refining materials and put them in a special place.

Ever since he obtained the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box, he has come a long way from his goal of controlling twelve flying swords at the same time, and Bai Zichen began to pay attention to collecting flying swords again.

It is not easy to gather twelve third-order flying swords.

Just look at the Hierarchy Sword Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, and the third-order flying swords that he has so far have not reached double digits, and he can feel one or two.

He will not let go of anything related to the third-order flying sword.

(End of this chapter)