Mortal: Settled in Mo Mansion at the beginning

Chapter 111 March

After looking at it twice, a sword light suddenly formed in Hu Ming's hand and shot out.

The gray sword light flashed, and then in an instant, it was pierced by the slender white light that swarmed in like sharks smelling the smell of blood.

Under the support of Hu Ming's powerful magic power, the sword light was quite solid, but within this piece of white light, he persisted in flying for more than ten feet, then let out a mournful cry and dispersed violently.

‘The Yuanhou monks with stronger magical powers should be able to withstand it for a while. ’ Hu Ming thought in his mind.

On one side, he took out the two ritual rings. The Yin ring of these two ritual rings can reflect the Northern Light, while the Yang ring can control the Northern Light.

At this moment, after Hu Ming sacrificed it, he saw a circle of black light, covering Hu Ming. He stepped into the densely packed white slender silk threads, and the slender white light that seemed very sinister just now suddenly appeared on the black In front of the light curtain, it seemed to have been automatically bypassed, leaving a clear space.

Seeing this, Hu Ming's expression changed slightly. In terms of quality and power, these two ritual rings were not that great. They were only at the level of magical weapons.

But looking at it at this moment, the Northern Yuan Light has indeed a miraculous effect.

Then, a layer of black spiritual light appeared on Hu Ming's body, and it seemed to be integrated with the black light curtains of the two haloes without any hindrance.

The spiritual light merged, and then disappeared. In the blink of an eye, Hu Ming was seen standing in the vast northern light as if he had no protection.

But the densely packed slender white light seemed to be blocked by something, and was blocked out of an empty circle out of thin air.

As Hu Ming took steps, the empty circle in the dense northern light moved with his steps.

Then Hu Ming was seen stepping in. With a slightly brisk movement, he walked to the passage and stood in front of the stalactite-like rocks with white slender threads.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he suddenly reached out his hand, and on his palm, a layer of black light that seemed to be exactly the same as the two haloes appeared.

The strands of Northern Yuanguang on the rock pillar were suppressed, and Hu Ming was asked to grab the rock pillar and break it with force.

Under the terrifying force, the stalactite-like rock pillar was torn off like a carrot with a bang.

A gray-white rock pillar was held in his hand, and slender white light emitted from it, but it was all refracted by a layer of black aura above his palm.

This aurora, which could give even the monks of Empress Yuan a headache, looked completely harmless in his hands at the moment.

At this time, Hu Ming only looked at the rock pillar in his hand with an expression of great interest.

However, within the scope of the Northern Yuan Light, it is difficult to use mana to drive other magical weapons or magical powers outside of the two ritual rings. At this time, there is no mystery.

After looking at it twice, and then at the dense rock pillars, I walked forward without much delay.

A distance of more than ten miles back was filled with dense white light and stalactite-like rock pillars.

Hu Ming walked and walked, stopping from time to time to break off a few rock pillars that looked quite thick and carry them with him.

Just like this, after half an hour, Hu Ming walked out of the northern light.

He glanced back, and then looked at the few specially selected gray-white rock pillars in his hands. The gray mana lit up and climbed up with some black-gray flames.

Not long after, he saw the gray-white rock pillar melting and dissipating visibly to the naked eye. In the end, only a white crystal the size of a sesame was left in his hand.

Wisps of white light continued to emanate from the crystal.

And after it was condensed into a crystal, the white light emitted from it was obviously more condensed and much thicker.

The gray mana flowed, penetrated by the white light, but it continued to emerge, and the wisps of black and gray fire also swayed.

After some tea time, I saw that the Arctic Crystal, which was as big as a sesame seed, was finally dyed gray, and the strands of light also quietly converged.

He picked it up, and suddenly, a white light that was slightly thicker than the previous slender white light shot out, hitting the rock wall squarely.

At this point, it is just an ordinary rock wall, not the Gangyinsha vein.

At this moment, being hit by the Northern Light, a thin hole of unknown depth appeared silently on the rock wall.

Sliding gently, a slender, deep mark appeared on the rock wall.

The spiritual consciousness followed and extended in detail, and finally discovered that this aurora, after penetrating for dozens of miles, submerged into an ancient restriction and was quietly swallowed up.

This ray of aurora is still a little too slender and not powerful enough.

Seeing this, Hu Ming played with it a little, then put away the aurora and restored it to its gray-white appearance.

The Arctic Yuan Crystal in its original state can emit the Northern Yuan Light almost continuously, but obviously, this state is not easy to preserve and use.

For this reason, Hu Ming spent his mana to seal it up.

As for the sealed ideas, they were some of the ideas given to him in the Liangyi Ring Magical Artifact.

I don’t know who forged these two ritual rings. The Yang ring in the hands of Bai Qiuyue, the senior sister of Nangong Wan of the Hidden Moon Sect, was said to be found in the ruins of an ancient cultivator. He occasionally stopped by the ruins when he was free. After looking at it, I didn't see anything special about it. After all, it had been pretty much demolished by those people who were hunting for treasure back then.

As for the Yin ring in Master Cangkun's hand, it disappeared thousands of years ago with the death of people, and no trace of its origin can be found.

As for the two ritual rings themselves, the material seems to be black iron stone that has become extinct in ancient times. It has a very simple name that he found in an ancient book.

Nowadays, this black iron stone has disappeared. At least Hu Ming cannot find a similar material.

However, the fact that these two ritual rings are effective is not entirely due to the material, but more to the forging skills of the magical weapon.

The people who forged these two ritual rings seemed to have studied the northern light very deeply, and this black iron stone happened to have a special magnetic force that could interfere with the northern light.

In the end, this senior used this special magnetic force to forge a pair of magical weapons that could be used to isolate and control the Northern Yuan Light.

After Hu Ming acquired these two ritual rings, he studied them for a while, but now he relied on a rough method and magic power to simulate the magnetic force.

Thereby temporarily refining this Arctic Yuan Crystal, allowing it to release and gather the Northern Yuan Light as he wishes.

In fact, there are many magic weapons and magical powers. To put it bluntly, they are just these things.

The performance looks gorgeous and magical, but when it comes to actual operation, it is something tedious and simple.

It is roughly equivalent to using a set of rough or fine things to control the general state of turning on or off the light bulb by pressing the switch.

It looks magical to those who don't understand, but to those who understand, it just seems like that.

Boilers and nuclear power plants are simply boiling water, and the Northern Yuanguang Refinery is actually a box that can be opened and closed to control the release and contraction of the aurora.

Of course, the specific operation is naturally a little more complicated, but for Hu Ming, it's just like that.

I briefly considered the possibility of refining this thing into the Five Elements Yuan Mountain.

After playing with the Arctic Yuanjing in his hands and looking at the mineral vein that was more than ten miles long, Hu Ming thought for a moment, then took out a small bottle and put away the Yuanjing.

Then he took off the storage bag on his waist again, released the remaining thousands of gold-eating bugs, and released them as usual.

But this time, after these gold-eating insects flew over, they were overwhelmed by the dense northern light and were unable to eat the raw ore at all.

The gold-eating insect was beaten to a pulp, and its ferocious nature was aroused. It opened its mouth and bit into the Northern Yuanguang.

But in the face of the continuous swarm of Northern Yuan Light, it was still somewhat powerless.

After all, it was still immature. Hu Ming took a look at it and put it away without much surprise, then started to continue walking towards the blood curse door.

Half a day later, Hu Ming, who was walking through a space crack, came to two barren mountains. One of the two barren mountains was occupied by a nest of flying purple-striped scorpions. More than a dozen flying purple-striped scorpions had been burned for tens of thousands of years. The strength is quite good, but the other mountain has a large number of invisible space cracks.

Hu Ming naturally didn't think much about it and just flew towards the barren mountain where the Flying Purple Striped Scorpion was.

Not long after, he saw a dozen ferocious-looking flying purple-striped scorpions lying in a miasma-filled valley, breathing poisonous mist.

Over tens of thousands of years, these insect beasts have been cultivated to full maturity. They are all purple and black. The leader is many times larger than similar ones, with a length of two feet.

Relying on a hard carapace that is not inferior to immature gold-eating insects, as well as terrifying poison, and extremely fast escape speed.

With a group of more than a dozen mature ones, it is also a bit difficult for the late Nascent Soul monks.

However, when Hu Ming quietly hid his figure, he flew over, looked at him carefully for a while, and then a purple-gray fire flashed in his hand. In an instant, the leading flying purple-striped scorpion, which was obviously much larger than its companions, turned into a piece of purple-gray ice.

The ferocious appearance was clearly visible in the ice crystals, and the yellow poisonous mist in his mouth was also frozen inside.

On the purple-black carapace, a spiritual light emerged. It was obvious that this big guy was still struggling, but could not break free of the ice crystal seal for the moment.

The guys lying there on Bianshan, breathing poisonous mist, had not reacted much at this time because of their low intelligence.

Then I saw the purple-gray fire flashing, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into ice sculptures one by one, becoming lifelike.

A breath passed, and finally a guy who reacted faster opened his mouth and let out a sharp scream.

This neighing sound is not only unpleasant to listen to, but it is also quite serious and can disrupt the function of qi and blood.

Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, falling into the range of this hissing attack, would inevitably have a surge of blood and energy in their bodies, their magic power would be unstable, and then they would be forced to reveal their bodies.

However, Hu Ming, who was hiding aside at this time, did not change his expression at all, and was still hiding there steadily.

With just a slight movement of his mind, he saw the neighing guy. In the blink of an eye, he was turned into a lifelike ice sculpture and landed there, unable to make any more noise for a while.

But there was such a delay that a few guys nearby who were still lying there breathing poisonous mist also raised their heads and let out bursts of neighing.

While staring at the purple-gray fire, he made an attack posture, and for a moment he looked extremely ferocious.

The terrifying and sharp neighing instantly enveloped the barren mountain.

One of them became even more ferocious at the moment and pounced towards the purple fire.

With a flying swoop, the escape speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it collided with the purple-gray fire, and then turned into an ice sculpture and fell down.

When the few remaining ones on the side saw this, not only were they not afraid, but they looked like they were aroused with ferocity, and they rushed towards them,

And with a little effort, fifteen flying purple-striped scorpions about ten feet in size were transformed into lifelike purple-gray ice sculptures in this barren mountain. They were planted and sealed by Hu Ming and put away.

These guys are now fully mature. After tens of thousands of years, they have become wild and untamable. In addition, they are not very intelligent and very ferocious. It is difficult to turn into spiritual insects.

However, for Hu Ming, it was not a big problem.

In addition, these insect beasts, after all, have been practicing for tens of thousands of years. They are also good materials for refining poison pills or refining them into magic weapons.

A few flashes of spiritual light quietly flashed, and ice sculptures of different shapes were collected into the spirit beast rings. Then, the miasma surged on the barren mountain, and a large piece of poisonous cloud that had accumulated for countless years was drawn away, and again. Some poisonous weeds and antidote elixirs were dug out. After some searching, Hu Ming left with satisfaction.

Only an even more desolate barren mountain was left.

And coming from this barren mountain, the way back became more and more desolate. Gradually, we saw that the stones on the ground began to show a fiery red color.

Not long after, it was like entering a magma hell-like environment. The ground cracked, golden-red magma flowed, and gray-white fly ash spewed out.

In this magma hell-like environment, a thousand-foot-high crimson mountain peak directly inserted into the fiery red clouds remaining from the ancient prohibition in the sky of Fallen Demon Valley is quite conspicuous.

Also in a cave at the bottom of this crimson mountain peak, there is a golden-red magma lake, bubbling and spewing gray-white ash.

There are several dark green spiritual grasses growing around the magma lake, and in the middle of the lake, a fiery toad-like monster is sleeping soundly with its belly turned over.

Beyond the lake, there is a small stone platform. There is a withered skeleton on the stone platform, leaning on it, looking at the sky outside the cave. I don't know how many years it has been.

There are many patterns and runes carved on the stone platform, but the four corners have long been worn away.

But the green robe on the withered bones is still as new as ever after countless years, exuding a faint green light.

For everything in this cave, this was just an extremely ordinary day, but on this ordinary day, an almost invisible figure floated in quietly.

The figure floated over, looked around, and finally landed on the huge fire toad beast in the magma lake.

After looking at it twice, another purple-gray fire light shot out, and with a bang, the fire toad beast turned into an ice sculpture and floated on the magma before it could react.

The huge ice sculpture fell on the golden-red magma, but it appeared to be extremely stable. No ice crystals melted, nor did the golden-red magma condense.

The astonishing cold air was almost completely restrained, freezing into the body of the imprisoned Fire Toad Beast.

The next moment, a thick gray mana aura submerged into the ice crystals and hit the fire toad beast, whose abdomen quickly lit up with a golden red light.

After this fire toad beast mutated, it had the ability to absorb fire energy and recover from injuries. For this reason, after being frozen, it was ready to explode the demonic elixir and essence fire in its body without hesitation.

He came out with a posture that he would not hesitate to burn his body.

But Hu Ming had been worried earlier that the Qianyuan Extreme Fire's cold energy was not enough to freeze this strange beast that had condensed its fire energy for tens of thousands of years.

For this reason, after shooting out the Qianyuan Extreme Fire, he immediately pinched the magic weapon in his hand. At this point, a forbidden magical power was shot out and submerged into his body.

Immediately, he saw the golden red light lighting up in the belly of this big guy, and it stopped in the blink of an eye.

Then I saw Hu Ming grabbing the jade belt around his waist, and with a flash of inspiration, several long nails made of cold jade appeared in his hands, filled with gray mana.

Following these cold jade spikes, they turned into cold light and sank directly into the body of the fire toad beast.

The long nail penetrated the body, and the red light on the surface of the fire toad beast was immediately visible, and then quickly dimmed.

In the green eyes, the divine light also shrank for a moment, and then, Hu Ming saw several thick mana lights coming in, and the purple-gray ice crystals became more condensed.

Hu Ming then reached out and grabbed another cold jade vial, facing it, it released a white glow, and sucked the fire toad ice sculpture in.

After putting the fire toad ice sculpture into a small bottle as big as a palm, Hu Ming played with it a little. After making sure that there were no mistakes, he put it away and looked at the stone platform.

The figure disappeared, as if in a trance, and then appeared on the stone platform.

Looking at the withered bones leaning on the rock wall, his eyes moved slightly, and then he politely said that the senior was offended, and began to inherit the legacy of the senior.

With one big hand, he grabbed the green robe from this senior's body.

The green robe is made of good quality material. It was woven from silk thread spun by a spiritual insect in ancient times. Even now, tens of thousands of years have passed, but it is still as bright as new.

However, it was not very useful. Hu Ming took a look at it and pulled out a somewhat crude map.

Looking at the topographic map of the Fallen Demon Valley.

There are also several locations marked inside, one of which is where the Blood Curse Gate is, and where the ancient demon's body is, with a simple bloody evil ghost drawn there.

After looking at it twice, he put it away, then grabbed the storage bag from the senior's corpse, opened it and took a look.

But I saw quite a lot of fire-attribute spiritual materials inside. This thing is a semi-finished product used to refine the spiritual treasure. This small pile in the storage bag is enough to refine a semi-finished spiritual treasure.

In terms of value, it can almost drain a large sect's wealth.

At the same time, this storage bag also contains the specific refining method that this senior is going to use to refine the Lingbao Seven Flame Fan.

Different from spiritual treasures like the Xutian Cauldron, the Seven Flame Fan is a serious heaven-reaching spiritual treasure that is on the Chaos Spirits List. Although it is only at the bottom of the list, it is quite powerful.

The authentic product is in the hands of a Fusion Stage monk with considerable supernatural powers in the spiritual world.

This ancient monk dared to take an idea of ​​such a spiritual treasure. He must have great magical powers and a rich family background.

In addition, we can also see something about this prosperous scene in the ancient times of the human world.

It's a pity that the remaining materials are obviously not available in the human world.

This is even more true when it falls into the hands of Hu Ming.

At most, you can refer to the method of refining this spiritual treasure, and then integrate it into your own hands to add one or two powers.

At this moment, after looking at it briefly, I put it away.

(End of this chapter)