Since the establishment of the Xihuazhou Council, each of the Nine Caves sent a Yangshen Realm demon cultivator and two Yuanying Realm demon cultivators to Luoyan Ridge to receive the command flag and participate in the geomancy of Longshou Mountain's earth veins together with 150,000 heavenly soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed. During these ten days, except for the feng shui operation in Duanjie Mountain, the entire Xihua State was unusually peaceful.

Ever since Fang Jian obtained the 300 strands of Hongmeng Dao Qi, he did not use them immediately. One reason was that he had not figured out how to use them, and the other was that he wanted to keep them there for emergency use.

As the creator of the 'North Wind Blows the Earth and Breaks the White Grass' plan, he knew clearly that the conflict would break out only after the 400 Dragon Head Mountains had been surveyed.

Therefore, storing this Hongmeng Dao Qi there is more valuable than using it now.

Therefore, Fang Jian has been meditating and practicing in the mountain god's palace for the past ten days, and occasionally talking to the old woodcutter in the mountains.

This old woodcutter is also interesting. He carries the firewood he chops to Yuquan Peak and piles it up. He basically never leaves during these days. He just sleeps under the wall of the inner courtyard of the mountain temple with a roll of white quilt in his arms.

After only a dozen days, no less than three thousand bundles of dry firewood had been piled up on Yuquan Peak. When chatting with the old woodcutter, he estimated that another five to six thousand bundles of dry firewood could be picked up from the top and bottom of Yuquan Peak.

It was dawn on this day, and the old woodcutter was wrapped in a quilt and huddled in the corner of the courtyard wall, fast asleep. From time to time, he could hear loud snoring.

At this moment, Fang Jian was sitting cross-legged in the main hall of the mountain temple, practicing the "Purple Palace Yuanlei Sutra" and breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at a very fast speed with his hands.

A moment later, the eastern sky turned pale, and a misty purple air emerged from the east, but was quickly divided up.

Every day when the sun rises, a purple air will be born between heaven and earth. Just by inhaling this purple air, you can gain the magic power that would take half a year of practice to obtain. This purple air can also cleanse your bones and is the most nourishing medicine for cultivators who have not yet become immortals to improve their cultivation.

But if you want to absorb this purple energy, it all depends on luck. Even if you are a Yangshen realm cultivator, as long as you are unlucky, you may not be able to absorb more than a Yuanying realm cultivator.

Fang Jian, on the other hand, was the type that everyone disliked. Since he became a land god and entered the Qi training realm, he hadn't even absorbed a trace of purple energy in all these years.

Fang Jian opened his eyes slightly. Although he did not absorb the purple energy today, he was not depressed. If he had it, he had it. If he didn't, he didn't. Why should he be depressed?

Thinking of this, Fang Jian was about to stand up when suddenly a dark purple light flashed before his eyes.

"Is it purple energy?" Fang Jian was slightly stunned. Because he had never absorbed purple energy before, he didn't know how the purple energy from heaven and earth fell on him.

But just as the previous thought flashed through his mind, Fang Jian's Dao heart trembled violently, and then his soul was instantly enveloped by a mysterious yellow aura.

"Not good!" As soon as this thought flashed through Fang Jian's mind, he felt a dark purple light entering from his armpit, then piercing through his tendons and bones and going straight into the Niwan Palace.

The 'Purple Thunder Spirit Tree' emitted a bright flash of lightning, but it was not an attack. Instead, it flashed quickly and sank into the Yuanshen from the Niwan Palace.

Then Fang Jian's head exploded with a loud bang, and his body quickly exploded into a cloud of blood mist from top to bottom. Then the broken flesh and blood mist splashed everywhere, and was swept away by the dark purple light, and disappeared without a trace.

'Hua La'

At the place where Fang Jian had just stood, only a Qingxia Yudou Qilin robe and a storage bag fell to the ground, and Fang Jian's entire body had disappeared into thin air.

Less than five breaths after Fang Jian's body collapsed, the old woodcutter's figure flashed into the hall.

He swept his eyes across the hall, and when he saw the Qingxia Yudou Qilin robe and the storage bag on the ground, he sighed and said helplessly, "Even if you have a hundred clever tricks, you can't defeat the magic."

After saying this, he shook his head and turned to walk out of the hall. "I originally wanted to borrow your strength... but now it seems... I was too naive."

The old woodcutter came to the outside of the mountain temple and looked at the firewood piled high like a wall in the distance. He said helplessly: "Let's move it away."

...

"Hahaha!" Master Wuxiang clapped his hands and laughed, then his figure flashed and turned into fairy light and flew out of this independent palace.

When he saw Master Wuxiang appear, King Liejiao immediately stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"

Master Wuxiang stroked his beard and said, "The mountain has collapsed!"

Upon hearing this, King Lie Jiao clapped his hands and shouted, "Excellent! Excellent! Now he should know that my apology is not so easy to take."

Master Tieyi hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure it worked? His magic weapon is really too strange..."

Upon hearing this, Master Wuxiang said to Master Tieyi, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Tieyi. I've never failed to use this magical power since I mastered it. Furthermore, magic weapons can defeat the flesh and can fight head-on, but they can't withstand magical powers and immortal arts. Don't worry, I guarantee that his body and soul have vanished into thin air at this moment, and he won't cause any trouble again."

Seeing Master Wuxiang's certainty, the solemnity and hesitation on Master Tieyi's face gradually dissipated, and then he burst into laughter.

"Let's go. We'll go back to Shenyun Palace. I'm sure you fellow Taoists are waiting anxiously." Master Tieyi said happily.

Afterwards, the three of them transformed into fairy light and flew back to the throne of Shenyun Palace. Master Lingxu and the major demon lords in the hall all looked at the three of them, but only Hong Yuanhua sat there quietly without any movement.

"Have the three fellow Taoists already seen the peaks on all four sides of Shenyun Mountain? What do you think?" asked Master Lingxu.

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