Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 411 Destiny and Formation

Within the Immortal Mansion, a steady stream of sticky black soil fell from mid-air, blended into the Immortal Mansion, and was absorbed by the earth.

Waves of pure vitality sprouted in the central area where the black soil fell, and then spread to the surrounding areas uninterruptedly.

As the vitality sprouts, the vitality sun in the sky above the Immortal Mansion shines brighter.

Outside the Immortal Mansion, in the land of black soil, a monk in a green robe is sitting aside. There is a two-foot-long gap beside him that has been completely peeled off. The surrounding black soil is slowly coming towards this side, but They all disappeared one foot away from this person.

After a long time, Fang Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes. A trace of fatigue flashed across his face. The long-term continuous storage of black soil consumed a lot of his consciousness.

Seeing that the incoming black soil slowed down, Fang Qingyuan's body surface suddenly expanded with a red sheen, resisting the weight of the black soil, and then he slowly exhaled.

He reached out and turned over, and an octagonal palace lantern appeared in Fang Qingyuan's hand, emitting red light. It was this magic weapon that allowed Fang Qingyuan to have a temporary and stable base.

'This black soil contains the energy of death, ghosts and demons. It seems to be the most filthy area in the sea of ​​black earth. Is it a naturally formed low-lying land? '

'It is estimated that in the eyes of the Wind Breath Return Earth Beast, this land of black soil is the stinking toilet that he can't avoid. No wonder this beast is reluctant to approach it from a distance. '

'The further inside, the less spiritual energy there is. Calculated this way, it takes me longer to meditate and adjust my breath. At this time, I shouldn't be stingy with spiritual stones. I should set up a spiritual gathering circle and place high-grade spiritual stones to restore energy. But this is The losses must be calculated clearly, so as not to lose money in the end. '

But with the spatial gaps in front of him, distance is nothing. At that time, the group of spatial gaps in the Death Swamp was also the same as before, densely distributed in a small place. Later, Fang Qingyuan got the news from Lechuan and learned about those gaps. It turned out to be a god-transforming ink dragon that emerged from it ten thousand years ago. Based on this calculation, how did the many space gaps in front of us come into being? Could it be that there is another ink dragon?

For a moment, Fang Qingyuan's thoughts were a little divergent. At this moment, a small octagonal hammer in his hand flashed, and then Qiqi's thoughts came. She also made some discoveries on the other side.

Xu Qingxuan also saw that in the current situation, the two of them were trapped here anyway. If the other party could not get out, he would not be able to get out. The prison of bones could block out the heavy earth. This was absolutely true by himself. It can't be done.

"I was born in the Far East, where resources are barren. I finally achieved the Golden Elixir, but my own magic weapon was always lacking. Later, some colleagues formed a team and wanted to come together to try their luck in the new land of Awakening Lion Valley. Thinking about encountering a tide of beasts, it would be bad luck to end up in such a place by accident."

In response, Fang Qingyuan looked at the scene in front of him and did not choose to move his body. Instead, he sent a thought to ask Qi Qi to come over.

'Besides, is the ghost cultivator really trapped by the black soil in front of him? Why do I feel that although the gravity of this black soil is amazing, it is not a trouble for ghost cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core. Is there some secret in it? '

In the black soil, in the bone prison, the ghost Xiujiji finished sorting the things. In the end, he didn't like them all. He put the bag aside and asked slowly.

While Fang Qingyuan was adjusting his breath, these thoughts flashed through his mind. At present, he was only on the outer boundary of the dirty black land with a radius of dozens of miles, and was still far from the center.

'It's just that the proportion of these negative impurities in the black soil is too small. Otherwise, if placed in the outside world, this black soil would be a first-level spiritual material. Oh no, the quality of the black soil deep inside is purer and definitely spiritual. Material, maybe I can make a small fortune. '

The straight-line distance between the two is as far as ten or twenty miles. According to Fang Qingyuan's current collection speed, it is estimated that he can dig up to the front in about half a year.

Now that he was under the control of others, Xu Qingxuan also heard that ghost cultivators were good at searching souls and asking questions, so he didn't want to hide it at the moment. Anyway, he just came to the Awakening Lion Valley to find opportunities, and there was nothing shameful about it.

"In the early stage of the Golden Core, your level is not too low. You are just in rags. What do you want to do in the Lion Awakening Valley?"

"Why are there so many space gaps in this area, but they are rare in other places? Well, it seems that there is a place in the outside world that is similar to the situation here. When I was still in southern Xinjiang, wasn't there a lot of space gaps in the place where Zhao Liangde fell? ? In the end, Huo Cheng, the golden elixir monk of the Huo family, took action and rescued him with Hei Ye. Is there any connection between the two places? "

Fang Qingyuan fell into deep thought. Back then, the Nascent Soul Monk's Palace was born in the Death Swamp. If we include the straight line distance between them now, they seem to be thousands of miles apart, and there is no connection between them.

After listening to this, the ghost cultivator showed no interest, and his withered face showed no expression at all.

"The fire in your natal stone is useless for escaping from here. I have been here for many years. The power of this heavy earth makes the death energy flow away too fast, so..."

He took off the cloak on his head. The surface of the skull's head was covered with a layer of wrinkled skin, and the position of the facial features was a little misaligned. Xu Qingxuan first felt that in addition to being scary, there was also something strange that escaped the laws of life, but Once you get used to it, you'll feel like you're wearing a mask that's distorted. "The sooner you contribute to me, the more I can absorb..."

After the ghost cultivator finished speaking, he casually threw out three white bone formation disks, each serving as horns, and placed them around Xu Qingxuan's body.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Qingxuan's scalp feels numb. Often when a ghost cultivator asks you to make a contribution, it means that he intends to transform you into various corpses and ghosts.

Sure enough, as soon as the Bone Formation Disk was activated, it began to extract the source of his life.

"No!"

I didn't expect that this ghost cultivator would do whatever he said and take people's lives. It was as if he was asking you to do me a small favor. It was as plain as day and cold to the extreme.

Xu Qingxuan was so anxious that he struggled desperately, feeling that the power of life was flying away from him, and finally panicked.

"No! Fellow Taoist, I still have a life, please take a look again, take a look!"

In the danger of death, Xu Qingxuan did not care about his hidden methods. Outsiders thought that he was the fire in the stone. But when he achieved the golden elixir, he was lucky enough to awaken his second life. Who in the outside world could this life be? I don’t know either.

"Hey, second life? I didn't expect you to have such luck. Planting golden lotus in the fire? Let me think about it."

After receiving Xu Qingxuan's reminder, Gui Xiusen's white eyes flashed with a faint light. Xu Qingxuan felt that his whole body was being seen through. Compared to the previous review, this time the review was even more naked.

But while the ghost cultivator was surveying and meditating, the formation surrounding Xu Qingxuan was still being activated.

In such a short period of time, Xu Qingxuan's decades of life had flowed out, and he was almost fucked by the whipping, and his left and right cheeks were almost touching each other.

Suddenly, Xu Qingxuan was in a panic. He could think about it slowly, but could he stop the formation first?

After Xu Qingxuan's reminder, the ghost cultivator seemed to be aware of this problem. When he stopped the formation to extract life, Xu Qingxuan, who originally looked relatively young, now had gray hair.

"There is a way you can try. After so many years, you are the only one who has some hope, otherwise you can just turn it into my collection."

In any case, Xu Qingxuan's life was saved for the time being. He looked around at the dense white bones and sighed in his heart. Will he also turn into this material carrying black soil in the future?

Right now, he is just surviving. When he finally sees the light of day again, will the ghost cultivator in front of him be able to let him go?

"Where's Jinbao?"

The first thing Qiqi said when she came to Fang Qingyuan from a distance was to ask where Jin Bao had gone. Fang Qingyuan looked at her lightly and replied:

"There is constant pressure here. I will put the gold treasure into the Qiankun Banner to reduce some space pressure."

Jinbao is not small, and the area covered by the lanterns in the Octagonal Palace is limited. Fang Qingyuan's words are reasonable.

Qi Qi was a little disappointed when she couldn't see Jin Bao, but business was important. She quickly told her what she had discovered, "I found several stone tablets on the other side of the black soil. I don't recognize the words on them. I think you can go and take a look. .”

"Stone tablet? Is there still writing left on it? Is this really a man-made formation?"

(End of this chapter)