Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 365 Returning to the Mountain Gate after everything is done

"Magic!"

I don't know who shouted. Faced with this sudden scene of consecutive headshots, everyone was a practitioner. They were used to seeing fighting and strange techniques, and they felt trembling with fear.

If it's a normal fight, that's it. Life and death matter. Even if you are killed by someone, your skills are inferior to others. But what does the scene in front of you mean? Who is the enemy?

Until now, none of the Baishan Tribulation cultivators who came forward to rob them knew who the real culprit was that caused so many cultivators to get their heads shot.

Fang Qingyuan looked coldly at the successive headshots, while the frightened Baishan Tribulation Cultivators felt some indescribable joy in their hearts.

This feeling of living if you want, dying if you want, that supreme control, is so wonderful!

The wonderful feeling steamed up and slowly poured into the ventricles, setting off a new wave of restlessness.

Maybe, I can do better.

Fang Qingyuan was not satisfied with coming one by one. The power of fear generated by the Baishan Tribulation Cultivators who were frightened by the scene of consecutive headshots was now even greater than before.

Such a powerful emotional power was created by hundreds of practitioners. This short-lived and huge power made Fang Qingyuan feel like drinking from a sweet spring.

It turns out that my emotional powers have reached such a state.

Fang Qingyuan still had a sense of clarity in his heart and was not completely immersed in this great power. He looked around and found that there were already many Baishan Tribulation Cultivators who, seeing that the situation was not good, sneaked back secretly.

Baishan people have always been the best at sizing up situations. They never fight against the odds and run away immediately when they see something that cannot be done.

But this place is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want, so Fang Qingyuan stretched out his index finger and aimed at some of the robbery cultivation points that had the most positive attitude just now.

Five miles away, this is a distance that the Qi Practitioner monks cannot attack. Even the Foundation Establishment monks can hardly cause damage at such a distance.

But just so far away, as Fang Qingyuan tapped his index finger, the Jie Xiu who was hit, regardless of his level of cultivation, suddenly showed panic.

The monks who did not have enough realm immediately became fireworks without saying a word, while some monks whose souls were still strong were able to say a few last words.

"Ah, senior, have mercy on me!"

But that was all. Before he finished speaking, the head exploded and flew around.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As heads exploded one after another, the remaining people wished they could grow eight legs and stay away from this place immediately.

Every time Fang Qingyuan moved his index finger, a living life died. Han Ping on the side couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple twitching when he saw this coquettish scene.

Why is this man's murderous nature so strong today?

After a long time, with hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, Fang Qingyuan finally withdrew his index finger.

At this time, Han Ping dared to step forward. He came to Fang Qingyuan, looked at Fang Qingyuan's expression with his peripheral vision, then lowered his head and said:

"Sect Master Fang's divine power, with this, I am afraid that the next calamity cultivators will never dare to come to Qingyuan Sect again."

Han Ping was originally proud. He had an extraordinary background, he was a direct descendant of the Han family in the Dan Alliance, and he also had an extremely rare destiny. When he first dealt with Fang Qingyuan, his attitude was not like this.

But now that Fang Qingyuan has formed an elixir, Han Ping's attitude has become relatively mild, and since he is asking for help, Han Ping's attitude has been lowered.

After seeing the method Fang Qingyuan used just now, Han Ping completely lost any thoughts of comparison. At this time, Fang Qingyuan was no longer the object of comparison.

The obvious change is that Han Ping used the etiquette towards the ancestors of the alliance. He became respectful and cautious, and was no longer as generous as before.

This is just one of the small changes caused by this battle. Han Ping is sure that after today, Qingyuan Sect, a sect originally located in the corner of the Far East, will be well known to the majority of casual cultivators in the Baishan Mountains.

Fang Qingyuan looked a little tired. He had fought with Fulong first, and then controlled such a huge emotional power. In order to use it beautifully, Fang Qingyuan did not be stingy with the consumption of his soul.

Therefore, even with Fang Qingyuan's current accumulation, he still feels that he has consumed too much, but fatigue is one thing, but the feeling in his heart is another feeling.

Just in the midst of this huge wave of emotions, Fang Qingyuan also gained some insights. This was a benefit in practice. As long as it is consumed in the future, this will naturally have many benefits for Fang Qingyuan's future practice.

Not to mention other things, Fang Qingyuan felt that he was stuck at the bottleneck of the third to fourth levels of his golden elixir.

In response to Han Ping's compliment, Fang Qingyuan just nodded slightly, and then he called his disciples to count the casualties and clean the battlefield.

After a while, detailed statistics about this encounter were compiled.

Three disciples of Qingyuan Sect died and seven or eight were injured. They were all taken advantage of by this group of Baishan Tribulation Cultivators when Fang Qingyuan fought with Fulong.

The cargo carried by the camel ray also suffered a slight loss. Fortunately, Fang Qingyuan returned the rescue in time, so no more casualties were caused.

On the Baishan Jiexiu side, there were heavy casualties. Just looking at the corpses lying on the ground, there were close to a hundred, most of them had their heads blown to pieces, and they couldn't even identify their identities.

However, Fang Qingyuan doesn't care about the true identities of these calamity cultivators. As for which sect in the Baishan realm will hear that a disciple will suffer an accident or a master will be in danger in the future, these have nothing to do with the Qingyuan Sect and have nothing to do with this war. Nothing to do.

When the disciples in the sect cleaned the entire battlefield and collected hundreds of storage bags and hundreds of magic weapons, Fang Qingyuan nodded with satisfaction.

These trophies were enough to make up for the casualties of the disciples, and were even similar in value to the materials traded this time.

If the battle between Lingmu League and Dan League is not included, the death of hundreds of Baishan people is definitely the most shocking news in the southern part of Baishan in the past few years.

Let the disciples collect all the harvest and bury the corpses of the dead disciples. The group followed the camel ray team and began to fly forward leisurely.

This time, there are no short-sighted Baishan Jie Cultivators following them. The Jie Cultivators within a radius of several hundred miles have just been killed and their courage has been shattered. At this moment, they want to stay away from this vortex, how can they stay here.

When twenty camel rays connected end to end slowly flew away from this place, on the land below, buried deep underground, hundreds of fresh monk corpses were silently telling about today's situation.

Fang Qingyuan did not choose to collect the corpses of these monks and send them to the Immortal Mansion, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Purposely collecting the corpses of dead monks looked like they were practicing some kind of evil skill. Even though the Baishan people were always vicious, no one wanted to take advantage of these corpses.

This is because the monks who had previously tried to plot against the monks' bones had been killed in the Great Zhou Academy's inventory in the past millennium.

Therefore, Fang Qingyuan buried these bones in the ground on the spot to give the other party some dignity. In any case, he prided himself on being upright and could not do such a dishonorable thing as leaving the other party's corpse exposed in the wilderness.

In fact, regarding decency or not, Fang Qingyuan also sees things in name relatively clearly. He knows that this is just a name and there will be no benefits in a short time.

But if you want Qingyuan Sect to develop and grow, there must be no shortage of things in name. The style, tone, and characteristics of a sect are all revealed from these details. If done well, it can increase the sense of belonging of the disciples within the sect. On the contrary, it will cause people to feel separated.

This is the real role of the name.

Putting the bones of monk No. 100 into the Immortal Mansion will only allow the spiritual energy in the Immortal Mansion to continue to grow. However, it will bring doubts to the Great Zhou Academy and confusion to the disciples in the sect, so the gains outweigh the losses. .

But if Fang Qingyuan doesn't use these corpses, it won't stop some creatures from happily enjoying the gifts from Fang Qingyuan.

In the fresh underground corpse pit, a newly opened passage extends from the ground to here. As the last soil layer breaks, a dark spider quietly pokes its head out.

The eight compound eyes of this spider shone with the luster of wisdom. It spit out a stream of spider silk condensed by ghost energy, wrapped the bodies of these headless monks, and dragged them deep underground along the newly opened passage. go.

Deep underground, there was a temporary stone chamber, and in this stone chamber, a young male monk was meditating.

When this man saw the corpse of the monk rolled up by the ghost spider, he immediately stepped forward to help. Then after some careful exploration, he couldn't help but complain:

"The quality of this batch of goods is too bad. I don't know who made it. Why can't I even find any useful materials? The monks on the winning side are really too picky."

Faced with the young man's complaints, the ghost spider just smiled and placed the newly deceased monks in the formation in front of him. As the formation was activated, traces of pure corpse energy came from these corpses. Overflowing from the body.

The ghost spider happily absorbed the corpse energy, and then advised:

"Don't be anxious. The days ahead are long. I think there will be a lot of battles in Baishan in the future. There will be no shortage of opportunities for us to find bargains."

The young male cultivator sat aside dejectedly, looking at the big black spider intoxicated in the corpse aura, and said helplessly:

"How can I compare with you? You can live very well with just this corpse energy. I also need all kinds of materials for practice. I keep picking up rags like this. When will I be able to break through the realm?"

Faced with his companion's muttering, the big black spider didn't say much. He just comforted the other party not to be impatient.

But this comfort did not have much effect. The young male cultivator looked at the corpse of Baishan Jie cultivator that had been stripped clean by the Qingyuan Sect, and couldn't help but suggest:

"How about we take advantage of this opportunity to go out and do some work. According to the strength of our two brothers, who can leave us in this area of ​​Baishan? Then you can enjoy the fresh corpse energy, and I We can also collect various supplies, wouldn’t it be much better than going out to pick up garbage every day now?”

The black ghost spider shook his head and said seriously:

"Don't kill indiscriminately. I think this is good. The death of these people has nothing to do with us. I just used them who should have returned to dust to help me practice."

"I think anyone can say this, but you, a ghost cultivator, say you shouldn't kill indiscriminately. Isn't it a bit ridiculous?"

Ghost Spider's eyes flickered, as if he was recalling something from the past.

"Unless it threatens me, living beings are meaningless to me."

For a while, both sides fell into an inexplicable silence. Afterwards, the ghost spider saw that the other party was not very interested, so he explained a few more words:

"This is just a habit. I think this habit is not bad. At least it can save me a lot of trouble... If I kill people to seek corpse energy, people will soon notice me, which will interfere with my intensive cultivation."

Faced with this explanation, the young male cultivator lost the desire to talk. He just watched the ghost spider absorb the corpse energy and practice, but he didn't know where his thoughts went.

"This time, the Lingmu Alliance was caught off guard and prevented it from mobilizing more powerful personnel to stop it. But the next transaction will probably be more difficult than this."

Fang Qingyuan looked at the disciples in the sect, and cooperated with the people from the Dan Alliance to unload the cargo such as silver treasures and camel rays, and then loaded some broken magic weapons seized by the Dan Alliance, as well as some people who wanted to leave this place due to the war. The direct mortals in each sect.

War is a disaster for the mortals belonging to either side. As mortals, the only role they can play is to steadily provide the sect with fairy seedlings with spiritual roots.

However, it will take at least twenty or thirty years for the cultivation of fairy seedlings to be useful. At this time, there is a war. As a fighting force, the practitioners cannot leave this place, but mortals with little ability can move out part of it.

Firstly, it can reduce the consumption of resources, and secondly, it can be used as fire, as seeds for spreading branches and leaves.

The place where Qingyuan stopped at the moment was not the mountain gate where the main force of the Dan Alliance was located. It was surrounded by the main force of the Lingmu Alliance. According to Fang Qingyuan's current ability, he couldn't rush through.

This is a small city, which can be regarded as a material transfer station for the Dan Alliance, because it is behind the Dan Alliance and has not yet been occupied by people from the Lingmu Alliance.

After Fang Qingyuan and others left, Han Ping still had to contact the mountain gate where Danmeng was located, which was originally Yinxiang Mountain and is now known as Danqing Mountain.

Listening to Fang Qingyuan's words, Han Ping also felt a little helpless, but the current large wave of supplies is enough for the Dan League to continue to persist for another two or three years. Of course, the premise is that the Lingmu League and the Lihuo League do not launch a large-scale attack.

"I have completed my mission, and what will happen next is something we cannot predict. Alas, who would have thought that what was originally just a dispute between the Ruijin Alliance and the Baishan Sword Sect has turned into a big melee in the Baishan Mountains. If not If the Star Reaching Pavilion does not participate, the ten Nascent Soul forces in Baishan will all be involved in this vortex."

"The Five Elements Alliance has always been on the same page. Hey, what are the Lianshui Alliance doing recently? Aren't they going to get involved in this kind of war?"

While his disciples were busy, Fang Qingyuan was willing to chat more with Han Ping. In this regard, Han Ping should have better information than himself.

But Fang Qingyuan was disappointed. Han Ping was not very clear about the recent movements of the Lianshui Alliance. He just knew that as a member of the Five Elements Alliance, the relationship between the Lianshui Alliance and the other four alliances in recent years has not been the same. Not very close.

Considering the attitude of the Lianshui Alliance during the Baishan War, it is hard not to think of this. Could it be that the Lianshui Alliance was going to be separated from the other four families?

Regarding this Nascent Soul force located in the northernmost part of Baishan Mountain, Fang Qingyuan could only make a casual guess. Even how the Water Alliance did it had nothing to do with his own sect.

At this time, Han Ping took out several items and handed them to Fang Qingyuan. He said:

"This is what you reserved before. Now that the matter is done, this is your reward."

After Fang Qingyuan took these items, he looked at Han Ping with interest. Before, he thought that the items in the illustrated book would not be given to him until Han Ping reported them to him.

But when Han Ping took it out, he obviously carried it with him, which showed that Han Ping's identity was not that simple.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan became interested and asked:

"The head of the general affairs of the Dan League, Mr. Han Yan, who are you?"

Han Ping's expression changed slightly. He looked at the two busy disciples behind him and chose to explain his identity to Fang Qingyuan:

"He is just my clan uncle, but the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Dan Alliance is the direct ancestor of my lineage."

Fang Qingyuan chuckled. He was indeed a second-generation man who couldn't write two Korean characters in one stroke. Han Ping had a promising future.

If he doesn't die in an accident, then the future head of Dan League's general affairs will definitely have a chance for him to take over.

Fang Qingyuan made a final comment on Han Ping, then looked at the disciples and Camel Ray who had finished their work, and then said:

"This matter is over, I will return to the sect. I'll see you later, the future leader of Han Da."

After saying this, Fang Qingyuan came to Yinbao's head. With the sound of camel rays, the entire huge team of beast ships, carrying the exchanged materials and mortals, stood up, turned leisurely, and headed towards Fly in the direction of time.

　Happy holidays everyone, it’s the last day, please give me a monthly ticket.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)