Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 72
Hearing the name, Fang Qingyuan praised:

"Qu Wujie? It's a good name, but what about the Liu family's?"

"The kid from the Liu family is called Liu Xun."

When Fang Qingyuan heard this name, he felt a little familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he heard it. Forget it, there are so many people with the same name in the world, and there are many named Liu Xun.

After asking their names, Fang Qingyuan asked everyone to retreat. He walked into the tea garden, looked at the lush tea trees, and thought about it.

If you want to escape into the ground to explore, you can't just go down without preparing anything, at least you need to prepare more medicine pills and earth attribute spirit stones.

We also need to prepare a few more earth-moving instruments, which can also provide some support when they are underground.

After Fang Qingyuan stayed in the tea garden for a while, he finally called Yinbao and rushed away.

Three days later, at night, Fang Qingyuan came to the tea garden alone, this time he didn't even bring silver treasures.

Ordinary people like Qu Wei were sleeping soundly, Fang Qingyuan avoided them on purpose, and chose a time when the night was quiet, anyway, the sun would not be visible underground, and there was no difference between day and night.

Walking to the center of the ten-acre tea garden, Fang Qingyuan took a deep breath, and began to run the "Zongdi Jinguang Shenxing Fa". The next moment, the soil under his feet turned into a phantom, and Fang Qingyuan escaped in an instant.

With one breath of twenty feet, Fang Qingyuan finally stopped at a depth of twenty feet above the ground. As far as he could see, it was pitch black, deep and quiet.

In this place, Fang Qingyuan felt the remaining mana in his body, and found that he could still use the "Zongdi Jinguang Shenxing Method" five times.

It seems that my limit is sixty feet deep, because I have to consider the problem of going back and forth, so ordinary monks will reserve more than half of their mana for the return journey.

Otherwise, when the mana is exhausted, they will be trapped underground and cannot get out. After a long time, there is a risk of death.

Moreover, there is no way to tell the direction underground, and there is no air. If you go to the wrong direction, it will be troublesome.

Fang Qingyuan thought a lot, and finally operated the ground vertical method silently, turning the soil under his body into a phantom again, and fled downwards.

After four times, Fang Qingyuan had already reached a depth of hundreds of feet, feeling his little mana power, Fang Qingyuan had a thought, and began to carefully collect the surrounding soil.

As a piece of soil was taken into the Immortal Mansion by Fang Qingyuan, a small hollow appeared beside him. In order to prevent this place from collapsing, Fang Qingyuan took out a protective magic weapon of a low-grade mussel, filled it with spiritual power, and put himself Wrap up.

The moment the effect of the vertical land spell disappeared, a heavy pressure came, and immediately submerged the clam magic weapon.

The mussel magic weapon creaked under the pressure, but it still held on. Fang Qingyuan put down the spare magic weapon, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to release fresh air from the Immortal Mansion.

The fresh air in the Immortal Mansion dilutes the heavy earthy smell here, Fang Qingyuan took out a third-order earth spirit stone, held it in the palm of his hand, and began to recover mana.

An hour later, sensing that his mana had returned to its original state, Fang Qingyuan put down the third-order earth spirit stone that had consumed one-tenth, and began to cast the "Earth Longitudinal Golden Light Divine Action" again.

One hundred feet, two hundred feet, three hundred feet
Up to seven hundred feet, Fang Qingyuan still didn't discover any abnormalities, and as the depth increased, the distance Fang Qingyuan slunk each time decreased sharply.

At the beginning of one or two hundred feet, Fang Qingyuan could escape to a depth of twenty feet at a time, but when it reached three or four hundred feet, due to the heavy pressure of the earth, Fang Qingyuan decayed to seventeen or eighty feet at a time.

Now after seven hundred feet, every time he casts a spell, he dives at most eleven or twenty feet.

The first-order low-grade mussel protective magic weapon broke on the spot because it was under heavy pressure when it reached three hundred feet. Luckily, Fang Qingyuan used a spare first-order middle-grade golden ring dial, which prevented him from being crushed. Doom buried deep in the earth.

It's just that the middle-grade golden ring spirit dial of this level didn't hold on when it reached six hundred feet, and followed in the footsteps of the last magic weapon.

Now Fang Qingyuan is using the top-grade Qingluo Umbrella, a wood-type protective magic weapon, worth more than 900 first-grade spirit stones.

The mussel magic weapon and the golden ring spirit dial that were damaged just now add up to only [-] first-level spirit stones. Fang Qingyuan's loss is not a heartache, but if this magic weapon is damaged again, Fang Qingyuan can only cry without tears.

Fang Qingyuan bought these three magic tools in the past few days. For this reason, he sold some ore spirit materials cheaply, and exchanged three magic tools and some pills.

If it was just the heavy pressure of the earth, it wouldn't be so serious, but when Fang Qingyuan continued to go deeper, he felt waves of geomagnetic force, mixed with heavy pressure, coming like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

The power of geomagnetism is the same as the wind of the nine heavens. It is a geographical phenomenon that makes immortals turn their faces. In the earth, as long as you go deeper into the ground, the power of geomagnetism will become stronger.

The monks hired by the manager of the other courtyard before also sensed the power of geomagnetism and didn't want to lose the magic weapon for protection, so they retreated.

But Fang Qingyuan has already reached a depth of seven hundred feet, and he is not reconciled to turning around now.

Go forward another three hundred zhang, if you haven't found anything, then you can only admit it, because if you continue to dive, your magic weapon will not be able to support it.

Thus, at nine hundred feet, the Qingluo umbrella shattered, and Fang Qingyuan took out the second-tier low-grade tortoise-shell spirit-supporting shield expressionlessly.

Every magic weapon has a limit. If you use the second-tier low-grade tortoise-shell spirit-supporting shield from the beginning, the tortoise-shell spirit-supporting shield may not be able to hold it under the heavy pressure for a long time when you first arrive here.

Every time Fang Qingyuan meditated and adjusted his breath, it took more than an hour. During this period, he had to protect himself with the magic weapon. As the distance deepened, the force of geomagnetism weighed heavily on Fang Qingyuan's magic weapon, and he had to let Fang Qingyuan release more mind. To manipulate the magic weapon, which also led to the longer and longer time for him to meditate every time he adjusts his breath.

Afterwards, at a depth of one hundred feet, the force of the earth's magnetism became stronger and stronger, and Fang Qingyuan could only penetrate six or seven feet down each time.

After meditating, adjusting breath, collecting soil, and releasing the air in the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan finally came to the depths of the ground for three consecutive days.

As if invisible and directly crossed an inexplicable pass, Fang Qingyuan just fell below a thousand feet, and felt that the force of the geomagnetic force was decreasing.

Perceiving this change, the exhausted Fang Qingyuan's expression shook, he closed his eyes safely, and relaxed his mind.

I have found the right place, hope is in front of me, but when it comes to the critical moment, I have to hold my ground and not be impatient.

Therefore, Fang Qingyuan closed his eyes and meditated for a long time to adjust his breath, and then took the elixir for calming the mind and calming the mind. Finally, he took a nap for a while. place to go.

Before leaving, Fang Qingyuan left a spherical beacon on the spot. This spherical beacon is made of metal, with a trace of his own magic power attached to it, which can last for seven or eight days. Before Fang Qingyuan used to meditate and adjust his breath, he would leave The next thing like this will save you from not being able to find the correct position when you turn around.

Fang Qingyuan continued to move forward for more than a hundred feet, and when the geomagnetic force was as weak as just entering the ground, Fang Qingyuan vaguely felt that there was a place in front of him exuding the aura of golden spirit, which was slightly stinging his soul.

Could it be that such a strong golden spirit energy is a piece of golden spirit ore?
Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan was very excited. He dug the spiritual mine underground, even if the sect took half of it, it meant that he was going to get rich.

It's just that Fang Qingyuan was a little early to be happy, when he touched the edge of the golden spirit power, everything in front of him shocked his mind.

A huge beast curled up in the ground thousands of feet deep, motionless, as if it had already died.

(End of this chapter)