Chapter 412 Golden Pill Steps on the Fifth Floor
On the other side, Fang Qingyuan and Qiqi came to this place together and saw several stone tablets that Qiqi mentioned.
These are three dilapidated ancient stone carvings. In the long period of wind, water and rain, the writing on them has long been blurred. The power of nature and the erosion of time cannot be maintained even by the methods of practitioners. Unchanging for a long time.
The three stone tablets are each only one foot square. The material is unknown and there are not many words on them. They are still being eroded by nature, so the ones that can be identified are even rarer.
But the appearance of the stone tablet means that this place is no longer the natural place that Fang Qingyuan originally imagined. The appearance of this terrain now seems to have more man-made signs.
But this place was a restricted area for humans a long time ago. How could there be traces of human presence here?
Fang Qingyuan stepped forward and caressed the three stone tablets, wanting to check them out. The material of this stone tablet should not be too bad since it can withstand the methods of practitioners, carry unknown inscriptions, and even use one's own strength to move this terrain.
In line with the principle of not allowing waste, Fang Qingyuan felt that if this stone tablet continued to be placed in the black soil, it would be wasted, so it would be better to store it in the Immortal Mansion and wait for future research.
With this thought in mind, Fang Qingyuan stepped forward to examine the three stone tablets carefully. He stroked them gently with his fingers, and an ancient aura came to Fang Qingyuan's fingertips.
This was an exact perception. At the moment of touching, several blurry images flashed before Fang Qingyuan's eyes.
A group of monks wearing bamboo hats, covering their whole bodies, gathered together and fought hard with a black dragon.
This sealing formation should have been used to seal the legacy of the ink dragon. The real combat power of the ink dragon should be in the realm of god transformation, but I don’t know what level it belongs to in the god transformation. .
After the monk took out the beast, he gently stroked its head, gave a few instructions, and then threw the little beast to this place.
The three stone tablets showed these three scenes. Each stone tablet only recorded one scene. After these three scenes appeared in Fang Qingyuan’s mind, Fang Qingyuan could clearly feel that this The ancient atmosphere on the three stone tablets has inexplicably dissipated.
One of them is holding a long silver-white chain in his hand, and the other end of the long chain is wrapped around the neck of a strange creature. This creature does not look like a normal creature at all, but has a Some ghoul characteristics.
What remains today are only the memory scenes engraved on the stone tablets for later generations to admire.
Also, after so many years, the sealing formation is now completely damaged. Two of the five stone tablet formation eyes have disappeared, and they have long been ineffective.
After Fang Qingyuan said these words, he concentrated his consciousness on the stone tablet in front of him, and then communicated with the Immortal Mansion. With a not too heavy feeling, the stone tablet in front of him suddenly disappeared and was taken into the Immortal Mansion. In the mansion.
Wait for thisThe scene ended. In the last scene, several people left. One of them looked back at the covered place, took out a spirit beast bag from his arms, and then lowered the mouth of the bag, and a small spirit beast fell out. beast.
But based on the traces left behind and the need to treat it with such caution, it is enough to see that this Mo Jiao is a relatively powerful character even in the realm of gods.
The five people each poured their own mana into the stone tablet in front of their bodies. With the input of mana, some of the black aura that had been scattered on the ground gradually gathered and fell into the formation.
Fang Qingyuan only came back to his senses at this time and said softly
"I just saw some pictures left over from history, which are quite interesting. Unfortunately, it is too far away from now."
Fang Qingyuan greeted Qiqi and continued to rush towards the gap in space. After arriving, Fang Qingyuan began to stare at the gap in trance.
A stone tablet was brought into the Immortal Mansion. Fang Qingyuan observed it quietly for a moment and found that there was no follow-up, so he followed the same method and brought the remaining two stone tablets into the Immortal Mansion.
Seeing this information, Fang Qingyuan's eyes were blank. He combined the information he had obtained before and made an initial calculation in his mind.
I don’t know how many years ago, the ink dragon came here and was besieged by this group of people, but it is not known whether they succeeded in besieging and killing the ink dragon. Fang Qingyuan only knew that the site where they fought was , the remaining traces of the ink dragon later evolved into the black soil land today.
"Let's go, there is nothing to see here anymore, let's get down to business."
Seeing the appearance of this spiritual beast, Fang Qingyuan shrank his eyes. This beast looks like The mole has a slender mouth and is clearly a young wind-breathing earth beast.
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyuan realized that there were originally five such stone tablets, but now there are only three left, and there are two more. He disappeared without a trace.
This picture flashed by, and in the next picture, the ink dragon had disappeared. The team of more than twenty people just now had only five people left, including the monk holding a long chain.
Qiqi on the side saw that Fang Qingyuan had been deep in thought after touching those stone tablets, so he couldn't help but ask.
The matter of collecting the black soil and transporting it to the Immortal Mansion cannot be noticed by Qi Qi, so he still needs to find a way to temporarily distract her.
Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan said
"Qiqi, I want to ask you something."
Qiqi tilted her head and looked at Fang Qingyuan doubtfully. Waiting for his next words.
Fang Qingyuan spoke slowly
"There is a high probability that this ghost cultivator was trapped in this formation. The remnants of the formation from that year should still have some effect, otherwise it is just black soil, and it is I can’t trap that ghost cultivator, but I have concerns. In this black soil, has only one ghost cultivator been trapped for so many years?”
Qiqi was startled, thinking about Fang Qingyuan’s words, and found outWhat he said makes sense. The ghost cultivator's fall here can only be traced back to the first sixty years at most. However, according to Fang Qingyuan's discovery, this formation has been operating for unknown number of years. After so many years, there is probably no unknown place in this black soil. How many inexplicable existences are trapped in it.
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"This matter is of great importance. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it by myself, so I need Brother Xiong's support. You first Go back and try to convince your ancestor. When the time comes that you need his help, I will send you a signal."
"Okay, I'll go back first. I can see that you don't need me at the moment. "
After Qiqi said this bluntly to Fang Qingyuan, she turned around and ran back the way she came. Looking at Qiqi's leaving figure, Fang Qingyuan sighed softly, I am really only suitable for walking alone.
After sighing, Fang Qingyuan looked at the black soil in front of him and felt excited in his heart. If so many spiritual materials were absorbed by his immortal palace, he might be able to become a heavenly person due to his earth spiritual root qualifications. Bar.
After so many years, Fang Qingyuan’s Five Elements Spiritual Root qualifications have all entered the realm. Especially when he achieved the Golden Elixir, the spiritual energy he absorbed instantly greatly increased the area of the Immortal Mansion. , and Fang Qingyuan’s spiritual root qualifications.
Currently, Fang Qingyuan’s five element spiritual root qualifications are forty-six in the metal system, forty-seven in the wood system, forty-six in the earth system, forty-five in the fire system, and forty-four in the water system.
If the spiritual root sensitivity reaches fifty, it is a heavenly spiritual root, and above the heavenly spiritual root, it is the secret of each sect.
Over the years, the spiritual root fillings of various types collected by Fang Qingyuan are no longer of much use after his own spiritual root qualifications enter the earth.
Each of the spiritual materials and spiritual objects that are needed to increase the qualifications of the earth-grade spiritual roots are sky-high. Even if Fang Qingyuan can absorb some spiritual materials through the Immortal Mansion to evolve his spiritual roots, the corresponding spiritual materials The grade is also frighteningly high.
Nowadays, only fourth-level spiritual materials can improve Fang Qingyuan's spiritual root qualifications.
As for the fourth-level spiritual materials, they are normally used for Nascent Soul monks, and each piece is rare. Even if Fang Qingyuan has a small amount of assets, he cannot use the fourth-level materials like running water.
Without the support of a large amount of fourth-level spiritual materials, even one or two occasional spiritual materials cannot improve Fang Qingyuan's qualifications. Therefore, in the past few years, Fang Qingyuan has not collected spiritual materials and sent them to the Immortal Mansion. The thought of sending.
But now, this black soil, a heavenly amount of thick clay containing spiritual energy, demonic energy, and death energy, enters the Immortal Mansion and is absorbed by the land of the Immortal Mansion. It is actually able to bring a trace of purity to Fang Qingyuan. Fang Qingyuan felt that if this vitality increased too much, his earth spirit root qualifications would definitely break through.
So, after spending Qiqi, Fang Qingyuan continued to transport black soil to the Immortal Mansion with peace of mind, enjoying the wonderful process of continuously filling his qualifications and growing his strength. .
Half a month later, the bonesIn the withered cell, the ghost cultivator took out various bone materials of different shapes and materials from his storage bag, played with them in front of him, and built a weird bone altar.
"These bones of yours don't look like ordinary people, can you tell me?"
While the ghost cultivator was playing with the magic circle, under Xu Qingxuan's withered white hair, His face drooped, and he spoke feebly.
After half a month, the two of them have become somewhat familiar. In this bone prison with a radius of only one foot, they can neither practice nor sleep, so talking to each other is unavoidable in human nature.
For sixty years, this ghost cultivator has not been nourished by the spiritual energy from the outside world. In order to resist the power of heavy earth, it is now almost exhausted. If Xu Qingxuan does not fall in, he probably will not be able to hold on for long. . < /p>
In fact, people in the world have too many misunderstandings about ghost cultivators. Think about it, ghost cultivators don’t compete with monks for their spiritual land, they don’t need to take monks’ pills, use monks’ magic tools, and they won’t compete with monks. They are robbing women.
According to the type of practice, we only need a dark, dark, quiet, dead or other place, and we can sit there for thousands of years. It’s nothing to do with the monks, so we have to kill them all."
After explaining this principle of ghost cultivation, Xu Qingxuan said displeasedly, "Then when you turned the dead into corpses, why didn't you say that the water in the well does not harm the water in the river? ”
He was deprived of decades of life by ghost cultivators. Not only did he turn into an old man instantly, but he also grew up extremely slowly in this land of heavy soil.
Now that we have reached a simple basis for mutual cooperation with the ghost cultivator, we dare to speak openly.
"You are putting the cart before the horse. It is precisely because ghost cultivators cannot be tolerated in this world, so they must strengthen their strength to protect themselves, and that is why things like that happen. If there is peaceful coexistence, ghost cultivators can just control themselves. Why transform so many ghosts and just watch them?"
Xu Qingxuan shook his head and disagreed, "How many ghost cultivators in this world can be self-disciplined?"
The ghost cultivators retorted, "In this world How many monks are capable of self-discipline?"
"Che"
Although Xu Qingxuan felt that his idea was reasonable, he did not want to be at a disadvantage. After expressing his disdain, , asked, "Then you have never done anything harmful to nature."
The ghost cultivator shook his head, "Of course I did, but I had no choice but to do it. For example, decades ago, I was raped by someone in the Fire Ant Mountain. The siege had no choice but to kill me. Anyway, since you want to kill me, you have to be prepared to be killed by me."
The evil men hiding in the depths of Baishan Mountain all called Beidingshen Mountain Fire. Ant hill, because there are a large number of first-order fire ants living there.
During the opening war, Beiding Shenshan was the point where the ghost cultivator appeared. In this battle, the ghost cultivator was ultimately defeated by the men sent by Da Zhou Academy, and finally fled in panic, and was eventually killed. trapped here.
When this was mentioned, the ghost cultivator became a little unhappy. He finished setting up the bone altar in front of him, and then said to Xu Qingxuan, "That's enough. Sit in."
p>Looking at the weird bone altar, Xu Qingxuan felt a bit of fear in his heart, but at this moment he was controlled by others and had no room for resistance.
When Xu Qingxuan moved his body obediently and sat in the altar, the ghost cultivator solemnly took out a black bowl. Even if the pipa bone was locked and the magic power was locked all over his body, Xu Qingxuan could still feel it. Once inside, the soul is trapped and wasting away, and the negative emotions such as resentment and resentment spread out. In this square place, it can't help but make people's hair stand on end.
Compared with Xu Qingxuan's discomfort, the ghost cultivator's reaction was completely opposite. He cherished the soul bowl next to his cheek and swirled it for a few times before reluctantly grabbing it inside. The ghost cultivator had already been tortured into oblivion. By nature, the soul only longs for fresh souls, and it was just held in his hands.
"Golden elixir soul"
"Jie Jie, you have good eyesight. This golden elixir monk's soul is really good among the people who besieged me back then. I have treasured it for many years. If it weren't for the purpose of getting out of trouble today, I wouldn't be able to give it up, so you should seize the opportunity." After the ghost cultivator finished speaking, he stuffed the soul of the golden elixir monk into the white bone formation in front of his body, and in an instant. , black flames ignited on Xu Qingxuan's body.
"Your destiny is a golden lotus in the fire. However, with your cultivation level, you cannot activate this destiny even in the later stage of the golden elixir. I use the soul of the golden elixir monk as fuel to help you manifest this destiny. What you want What needs to be done is to show everyone the opportunity to escape when the golden lotus appears."
Black flames ignited from the bone altar, Xu Qingxuan looked painful, and he roared
< p>"Golden lotus planted in the fire, my fate is up to me""Jiejie, enjoy it"
When you are focused, time passes very quickly, and it is gone in a blink of an eye. Half a year passed. Outside the black soil, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged. The black soil world around him suddenly became a big rift valley. There had been no place for humans to set foot in these thousands of years. Fang Qingyuan silently absorbed the black soil and made a living. The fairy mansion adds its origin.
Now half a year has passed, and Fang Qingyuan has transported tens of thousands of tons of black soil to the Immortal Mansion. At this moment, the land in the Immortal Mansion has absorbed such a huge amount of black soil, resulting in the color of the land. It was even darker.
At this time, at a certain moment half a year later, Fang Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes. At this time, he felt that his cultivation had surpassed the four golden elixir levels in the process. After passing through the hurdles of the fifth level, he entered the realm of the fifth level of the golden elixir. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft, free to find books and add books, you can join the qq group 952868558