Chapter 165 Strange Wheat Field
Jing Gan stood with his hands behind his back in the Yan family's meeting room, a rare trace of solemnity flashing across his blue dragon eyes.
He looked far away in the direction of the Yan family's forbidden area, where there was an aura of suppression that even made him feel vaguely uneasy.
"Master Yan, the one suppressed by the nobles may have some connection with me." Jing Gan said in a low voice.
Yan Tianzheng was shocked. Even this Zulong boss said that he had a connection with him, so how powerful could his background be?
He recalled the fragments of information recorded in the ancient books of the clan, about the foreign demon god who was suppressed at the cost of his life by the first patriarch and Her Highness the Goddess, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"Lord Jinggan, this is a really difficult matter. We cannot open the ancient formation, and our ancestral teachings stipulate that no one in the Yan family can open the formation even if they die." Yan Tianzheng was a little hesitant. That was the family's top secret and also the biggest hidden danger.
Jing Gan’s tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable force: “It’s okay, just go and confirm some guesses without opening the formation.
You and I can go together, if there is a real connection, maybe we can find a complete solution."
Yan Tianzheng's heart skipped a beat. Complete solution? This temptation was too great.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll get ready now."
The two figures flashed and disappeared from the spot, heading straight for the depths of the Yan family's forbidden area.
On the other side, the purchased barren mountain has now officially become the territory of the Qingling Sect, and it is a scene of bustling activity.
Above several bare "waste mountains", countless spiritual lights flickered, and the puppets and monks were working in an orderly manner according to a huge light and shadow drawing.
Xiaobai drew a map of the sect based on his own memories, which was almost the same as the one in the lower world.
Xiaobai walked with his short legs and his hands behind his back, strolling around the "construction site" like a little supervisor.
Her chubby little finger pointed at the light and shadow map floating in the air: “Here, here, it must be exactly the same as the Qingliang Peak in our lower world.
The water flow of that waterfall should be faster and make a splashing sound. "
The manager in charge of the project nearby was sweating profusely: "My dear, this mountain, it, it has no water source."
Xiao Bai puffed up his cheeks and said, "If you don't have it, just use the guide. Stupid, I gave you all those crystals so that you can find a way."
Manager: “…”Okay, you have the final say.
She pointed to another area and said, "Dig out that area and build a super large refining room. It must be able to withstand the dragon's breath."
"And over there, let's build a herb garden. The soil should be Nine Heavens Xirang. Forget it, Xirang is too expensive. Let's use ordinary spiritual soil as a cushion first and change it later."
Also, the Beast Taming Peak over there should be planted with spiritual plants, fruits and vegetables. The environment must be good, especially more green plants that the animals like.
While giving orders, she muttered quietly, "Humph, you all laugh at me for buying the mountain. When I dig out the top-quality crystal veins below, I will blind your eyes. I don't know when I will be able to meet my senior brothers, sisters, and nephews."
These mountains may look barren on the outside, but they are rich in mineral deposits deep underground, with a faint reddish air stream swirling slowly around.
Xiaobai couldn't tell what the red gas was, but her intuition told her that it was definitely a good thing, and that if she got any contact with it, she would be "full of luck".
The other disciples who were in charge of supervising the work couldn't help laughing when they saw Xiaobai, who looked extraordinary, giving orders with his hands on his hips.
Although I don't understand why I want to buy these barren mountains, but if this person says it's okay, then it must be okay.
What is this called? Vision, after all, she is so young, and the Yan family behind her, Dan Sheng can listen to her.
Several disciples who were responsible for recording the dynamics of nearby sects came over to report.
"Little Ancestor, the people from the Tianjian Sect next door are spreading rumors again, saying that the people from our Qingling Sect are stupid and have a lot of money. They bought the wasteland and will lose everything sooner or later."
"And that female cultivator from the Tianling Sect said that our aesthetics are worrying and that the sect was built like a nouveau riche."
Xiao Bai wrinkled his nose and waved his fist: "Let them say that when our sect is built, even if they line up to beg for help, they won't be able to get anything. What do they know? These people just have nothing to do and want to suppress us new sects."
Just as Xiaobai was imagining the beautiful blueprint of the sect "rolling up" in the future, kicking the Tianjian Sect and punching the Hehuan Sect, her small body suddenly paused.
An extremely faint, yet extremely familiar breath drifted over faintly.
That's it.
Xiaobai's eyes lit up, and surprise was written all over his face.
I also felt the aura of Bai Ze, whom I met in the ghost market last time, this time.
How could Bai Ze's aura appear here? Could it be that Bai Ze is nearby? Great.
Xiaobai immediately followed the remaining breath, took a step with his short legs, and rushed out, leaving behind a sentence: "I'll be out for a while, and will be back soon."
Before anyone could react, the small figure had already disappeared at the edge of the forest.
The breath guided Xiaobai to the depths of a dense ancient forest.
The spiritual energy here is much richer than that of the outside world, but there is also an unusual silence.
Xiaobai had just taken a few steps into the forest when the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The towering ancient trees disappeared, replaced by endless golden wheat waves.
Each wheat grain seems to be made of gold, its awns are as sharp as swords, and it exudes a chilling aura of fire.
"Formation?" Xiaobai tilted his head and waved his little hand, trying to dispel the illusion.
However, the formation did not move at all. Instead, as her spiritual power fluctuated, golden wheat waves began to surge.
Swish, swish, swish...
Countless ears of wheat shot towards Xiaobai like arrows shot from a bow, with the sharpness that could cut through the void!
"Ah!" Xiaobai was startled and instinctively opened up a small chaotic field.
But these ears of wheat are not ordinary attacks, they seem to contain some special power of rules.
As soon as the chaotic realm unfolded, it was suppressed by an invisible force, and its operation became obscure.
With a hissing sound.
A golden wheat awn cut Xiaobai's chubby little wrist, and a drop of crystal clear blood with a hint of chaotic energy oozed out.
Drops of blood dripped and seeped into the golden soil beneath their feet.
Suddenly there was a buzzing sound.
The earth trembled slightly, as if something was awakened.
Deep in the soil, the shadow of a hoe with an ancient shape and covered with mysterious patterns slowly emerged, producing a wonderful resonance with Xiaobai's blood.
The hoe exuded a heavy and majestic aura, which had the ethereal feeling of immortality, yet seemed more solid and closer to the origin of the growth of all things?
Xiaobai looked at the phantom of the hoe, puzzled.
This hoe has such a strange smell.
At the same time, in a hidden cave deep in the wheat waves.
Lin Jingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"Shennong hoe?"
His natal magic weapon actually displayed some of its power without him activating it.
Someone broke into his "Tian Gang Wheat Wave Formation" and caused the Shennong Chu to move unusually. Who was it?
Lin Jingxuan's figure flashed and disappeared in the cave in an instant, silently blending into the surging golden wheat waves.
He pinched his fingers together, and seventy-two fierce killing arrays quietly operated in the wheat waves, locking onto the tiny intruder.
However, what frightened him was that no matter how the killing array changed direction, that small figure could always avoid it one step ahead, as if it could predict all his movements.
"There's something." Lin Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, and the spell to control the spiritual plants couldn't help but slow down a bit, with a hint of temptation.
Xiaobai naturally also sensed the powerful existence that was secretly controlling the formation.
I don’t know if he is an enemy or a friend, but his murderous intent is not concealed at all.
"Huh, you want to bully me?" Xiaobai's face turned serious and he no longer hesitated.
"Chaos Realm, open it for me."
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