Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 420 The Uncharacteristic Raider

After passing Huangfengling, the next stop on Dongyou Road is Futu Mountain where Zen Master Wuchao lived.

Futu Mountain is as peaceful and peaceful as ever: the green pines in the south of the mountain are verdant, the cypresses are swaying, the willows in the north of the mountain are twirling, the red peaches are brilliant, the flowers are thousands of colors, the grasses are wonderful, the flowing water is surging, the auspicious clouds are blooming, the mountain birds talk to each other, and the cranes are all in harmony. fly.

What a beautiful fairy house!
Standing on the clouds, Chen Xian watched from a distance, and saw a firewood nest in front of the fragrant juniper tree.There are elk holding flowers on the side, mountain monkeys offering fruits, green luan, colorful phoenix, black crane and golden pheasant often come and go by the nest.

"This nest is really simple!" Chen Xian cursed, holding the restless Wulong sword firmly with his left hand.

The restlessness of Wulongjian made Chen Xian confirm one thing: Zen Master Wuchao is indeed the orphan of the Jinwu clan!

"laugh--"

As soon as the Oolong sword trembled, Chen Xian knew something was wrong.Sure enough, the tremor started, and two golden lights shot out from the Wuchao, falling on the Wulong sword.

That gaze was too hot, if there was any substance, like two suns, the black dragon sword was illuminated by it, and the hilt immediately became hot, and the long sword moved forward suddenly, like a volcano about to erupt.

That gaze stayed on the Wulong sword for a few breaths, and finally moved away, but it moved to Chen Xian, who immediately felt as if he was being burned.

Physical discomfort came second. What made Chen Xian most uncomfortable was that his eyes were very penetrating, as if they could see through a person's soul, and no secrets could be hidden.

This feeling of being seen through was the same as streaking, which made Chen Xian very unhappy, and more nervous - the treasure of the Eastern Emperor Bell is hidden in the soul, if it is discovered...

"Om..." Chen Xian's thoughts moved, and the Donghuang Bell suddenly trembled, and suddenly shrunk thousands of times, turning into a speck of dust, which was pasted on the soul-suppressing seal with a whiff.

As soon as Donghuang Bell finished doing this, Chen Xian felt a faint wave sweep across his sea of ​​consciousness, circling back and forth three or four times, as if searching for something.

After wandering around for three or four times, after finding nothing, the hidden fluctuation withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness. At the same time, Chen Xian found that the two eyes staring at him also withdrew.

"It's such a terrifying look, it's like a hungry tiger descending the mountain, and it's an ancient fierce bird!" Although Zen Master Wuchao only watched him for less than five breaths, Chen Xian felt a suffocating sense of oppression, and his back was sticky. Muddy, full of cold sweat.

"Hush!" Chen Xian hissed, and hurried away on the cloud, making up his mind that he would never go here again.

After leaving Futu Mountain, Chen Xian pondered in his heart, thinking that fortunately the treasure of the Eastern Emperor Bell was hidden and hidden, otherwise he would be dead this time.

"Zen Master Wuchao saw Taiyi's sword on me. He probably thought that I was destined to be with Taiyi and would get the Donghuang Bell, so he explored my sea of ​​consciousness. Hehe, if the Donghuang Bell is such a treasure, if it can be detected by the quasi-sage, how could it be?" It has been extinct in the Three Realms for so many years? It’s not too early to be pulled out of the ground by those saints.” Chen Xian sneered in his heart, accelerated his speed, and quickly moved away from Futu Mountain.

After getting away from Futu Mountain, the sky was getting dark, Chen Xian simply lowered his head from the clouds and walked among the mountains.

"Roar……"

"Ow..."

"hiss……"

The uninhabited mountains and plains, without human destruction, have lush vegetation and still maintain the original appearance. There are many poisonous snakes and beasts inhabited. Chen Xian walked all the way, startling countless dormant beasts, and all kinds of strange cries can be heard endlessly.

For these mortal beasts, Chen Xian really couldn't muster up the courage to kill them, so he released a little coercion, frightened them away, and left straight away.

When it was dark, Chen Xian walked to the edge of a small stream. After washing his face, he sat down on a smooth stone, meditated and adjusted his breath, recovering from the exhaustion of the journey.

The night passed quickly, and after the sun rose, Chen Xian tidied up his appearance and continued eastward.

"The resentment is full of wild energy, and there are no living beings. It's such an evil mountain, and there is a big murderer entrenched on the top of the mountain!" Chen Xian flew eastward for half an hour, and suddenly encountered a steep mountain surrounded by black air. After observing it, he was very surprised.

This mountain is jagged with rocks, like jagged teeth, sparsely forested, and full of wild grass, which looks a bit desolate.There are many desolate mountains in Xiniu Hezhou, and you can see them everywhere, but this mountain is different, it is quiet, without a sound. After looking closely, I found that this mountain has no living things, no animals, no birds, not even dung beetles. It is the real extinction of life.

"I don't know what kind of monster is on this mountain, even the dung beetle will not let it go." Chen Xian muttered, then looked away, and continued to move forward on the cloud, without any thought of doing justice for the sky, punishing evil and promoting good.

The auspicious clouds under his feet flew forward slowly, carrying Chen Xian, and passed the dangerous mountain in a short while.

"Roar!" Chen Xian had just flown over that evil mountain, when there was a roar from behind, and a gust of wind hit from behind.

Chen Xian was slightly startled, and slapped a palm with his backhand, slapping back the oncoming object, and quickly turned around to look back.

A nine-meter-long, sea-bowl-thin, red-scaled boa constrictor with one horn on its head was spitting out a scarlet snake letter, with its bloody mouth dripping like a tunnel mouth.

"The one-horned blood python of the prehistoric alien species? But it is only three feet long, and it was obviously born not long ago. No wonder only one mountain was robbed." After seeing the image of the big python, Chen Xian was a little surprised, but also a little relieved.

The one-horned blood python, a ferocious beast that lived in the ancient prehistoric period, is cruel and bloodthirsty, without wisdom, where there is no living creature.The most powerful thing is that the more bloodthirsty the one-horned blood python is, the more powerful it will be, and it was famous in ancient times.

"Roar—" the one-horned blood python let out a dull roar, and took a bite, as if it wanted to swallow Chen Xian in one gulp.

The blood python's mouth opened, and the strong smell of blood permeated the air, making him want to vomit and feel a little dizzy.

"What an evil animal!" After Chen Xian praised, his figure flickered, and he came to the head of the blood python and patted it down with his palm.

Chen Xian used three successes in this palm, and he was confident that he could slap the blood python's head to pieces.

"Bang!" It was too late to say it, but at that moment, Chen Xian slapped the blood python's huge head with his palm, and felt that his hand slipped, and most of his strength was exhausted, leaving only a slight muffled sound.

Chen Xian is at least in the middle stage of Taiyi, and he can be called a master in the world where gods and Buddhas are flying all over the sky. Although most of his power was removed by the armor of the adventure, the blood python felt a little dizzy after receiving this palm. After shaking for a few times, he twisted his waist and turned around, trying to strangle Chen Xian.

Chen Xian didn't want to have a close contact with this big worm, so before the long snake monster encircled him, he soared into the sky and narrowly avoided it.

"This python's attack speed is really fast!" Chen Xian sighed when he got out of the snake's belly.

The one-horned blood python missed a single blow, and immediately rolled up its body, held its head high, and stomped on Chen Xian with a pair of scarlet eyes.

Chen Xian lowered his head, looked at the blood python expressionlessly, and then drew out the Wulong sword. The sword moved out half a foot, and a sword energy came out of the sky.

"Roar..." The one-horned blood python let out a roar, and its blood-red eyes gradually became dull.

"Pfft!" The one-horned blood python's neck tilted, its head rolled down, and scarlet blood sprayed from the incision, like a fountain of blood.

The huge snake body of the one-horned blood python convulsed on the ground, and it calmed down after breaking two trees thick as arms, but its body was still twisting non-stop.

With a snap of Chen Xian's fingers, a ray of red-golden flame flew out and landed on the still struggling snake.

The flame fell on the snake, and if sparks fell into the boiling oil, with a bang, dazzling flames would rise from the whole snake, and the smell of burning would permeate the surroundings.

After the flame burned for about ten breaths, Chen Xian waved his hand, and a crimson flame flew up and plunged into Chen Xian's palm.

As soon as Chen Xian retrieved the crimson flame, the flame on the snake's body was immediately extinguished, leaving only a pool of ashes smoking black smoke.

Chen Xian waved his hand, and a gust of wind swirled towards the pool of ashes.

The strong wind whipped up the dust and flew to the distance, leaving behind many bright red scales, a pair of snake bones shining with silver light, two dark red eyeballs the size of ping-pong balls, a crystal snake pearl, and a dark golden eyeball. snake tendons and a metal piece of unknown material.

With a wave of Chen Xian's hand, all the things on the ground were rolled into his sleeves, and with a thought, he took out the unknown metal piece.

The sheet metal was regular, about three inches long, one inch wide, and three inches thick. There were some lines on it, but the rust was so bad that it couldn't be seen clearly.

"Oh, this can't be Zhang Fulu, right? But it's so corroded, I'm afraid it can't be repaired. But it hasn't been melted by the stomach of a real fairy-level beast or my own samadhi real fire. Obviously the material is good. Look at it. What material!" Chen Xian thought, and a ray of divine thought penetrated into the metal piece.

"Boom!" As soon as the divine sense penetrated into the metal plate, it was smashed by a thunderbolt before it had time to investigate carefully.

"Hmm?" Chen Xian immediately sensed that his divine sense was destroyed, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he had an intuition in his heart that he might have picked up another treasure this time.

Thinking that this piece of metal might be a treasure, Chen Xian immediately became interested, took the piece of metal, and dodged to the edge of a rock.

Chinese medicine cures diseases by looking, smelling and asking, and Chen Xian has no choice but to learn. The first thing is to look—the metallic color is dark purple, and the remaining lines are knotted like dragons, shining with silver light; smell—he listened carefully, as if faintly There was a rumbling sound of thunder on the metal sheet; ask—uh, skip; cut—the tentacles were cold, and there seemed to be a gust of air flowing. The flow, unfortunately, is very weak, it can only make the hairs stand on end, it can't bring him the tingling sensation like electric shock at all.

Combined with the experience of being struck by lightning, Chen Xian immediately knew that this was a thunder-type talisman, and the refining material should be Purple Thunder Stone, a relatively advanced thunder-type material.

"Even if this Thunder Talisman is made into rubbish, the refined Purple Thunder Stone alone is a good harvest." Chen Xian smiled slightly, and began to explore the next step.

A ray of divine thought entered the talisman, apparently to deliver food. Chen Xian thought for a while, and after releasing the ice jellyfish avatar to be on guard, he went out of his body and escaped into the talisman.

"Boom..." Yuanshen seemed to be caught in a violent sea of ​​thunder just like the thunder-type talisman. Countless thunderbolts kept exploding, and the protective cover outside Yuanshen kept vibrating.

"The thunder spirit power in this talisman is so abundant that it has condensed into a liquid and turned into a sea of ​​thunder!" Looking at the boundless purple ocean, Chen Xian was amazed.

"The talisman was severely damaged, which made the space in this talisman extremely unstable. Well, to repair the talisman, you must first stabilize this space and restrain the thunder spirit power. Otherwise, if you are not careful, the thunder spirit power will burst out, and everyone will be shocked." Luo Jinxian is afraid that he will also be seriously injured." After seeing the situation in the talisman clearly, Chen Xian's Yuanshen returned to its sheath, and he frowned and meditated.

After thinking for half an hour, Chen Xian stretched his brows and smiled knowingly after getting some clues.

"This talisman should be used as the eye of a certain formation. Its main function is like a battery, accumulating thunder and spiritual power for the formation to squander. Somehow it was lost, and it has been accumulated but not released. There is excess thunder power. As a result, the interior couldn’t bear it, and the spirit talisman was damaged. It’s better to block it than to loose it, as long as a part of the inner lightning energy is released, it will be much easier to repair. But so much lightning energy, just released like this, is too wasteful.”

After Chen Xian pondered for a while, he suddenly noticed. He said in his heart that he didn't need to deliberately let it go, he could use the thunder inside to temper his body, and he could also use it to fight. At critical moments, he could even throw this talisman as a grenade. Unstable, it explodes when touched, hey, judging by the amount of gunpowder, Da Luo Jinxian will probably have a headache if he meets it, right?
After a few smirks, Chen Xian put away the magic talisman, recalled the ice dragon, and continued eastward.

After this unexpected harvest, Chen Xian went on the road again, instead of flying in the clouds, he started to lighten his body and ran quickly in the mountains and forests.

The so-called blessing is unparalleled, Chen Xian's luck may have been exhausted after harvesting the talisman, and the next day, he did not gain anything.Although he encountered some ginseng, ganoderma lucidum, and snow lotus on the road, but the age was still young, so he couldn't see them at all.

Although there were no more big adventures, Chen Xian was not disappointed and remained calm.For him, he never counts on such mysterious and mysterious things as luck and luck (because there is no such thing as bad luck, it will burn the incense).

Fu Wushuangzhi's next sentence is that misfortunes never come singly. This statement is very reasonable, and Chen Xian admires Lao Tzu who said such a wise saying more and more.He had just escaped the detection of Zen Master Wuchao, and now he was attacked again, grandma, why is I so unlucky!As soon as I picked up the baby, someone immediately made trouble for me, shit!

"Who are you?" Looking at the guy who suddenly appeared from the ground, launched a surprise attack on him without saying hello, and scratched his left leg, Chen Xian was very annoyed and asked very unhappy.

While speaking, Chen Xian was also looking at the person who attacked him.This is a guy of medium build, with an ordinary face, wearing an ordinary gray robe, and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes. He is ordinary from head to toe. If there is any characteristic, it is nothing special.

Chen Xian has seen many monsters and ghosts with strange shapes, hideously ugly, beautiful enough to destroy the country, and handsome enough to be scumbags. This is the first time Chen Xian has encountered such an ordinary monk.

As a cultivator, if you want to be true, you must understand your true heart, show your individuality, and don't want commonality. The commonality means nothing to everyone. Such a guy with no characteristics but characteristics is definitely a difficult guy.

Facing Chen Xian's questioning, the nondescript monk who sneaked up on him didn't answer, and stabbed the three-edged mace expressionlessly.

"Hey, why don't you run away if you failed in the sneak attack just now? Stay with me now!" Chen Xian smiled ferociously, and drew his sword to kill the opponent.

(End of this chapter)