"There seems to be something underground?"

That day, Li Qinglin suddenly cried out in surprise.

In the Immortal in the Pot, Li Qinglin opened the door under his feet and gradually sank with the help of the spiritual perspective of Three-Spike Plantain.

Dense roots gradually crossed the gate and penetrated into the ground.

Passing through layers of cold, wet soil, followed by finely crushed rocks.

Ten feet,

Twenty feet...

When the root system reaches its limit, a faint spiritual energy floats out with the breathing of the plantain.

Then, under the control of the spirit and soul, it continued to spread deep into the ground like a relay.

Hundred feet,

Two hundred feet...

Worms moving through the cracks in the soil, skeletons of unknown creatures, strange glowing mosses...

One can even see spiritual veins rolling and wandering deep underground like green dragons.

But they are all shrouded by powerful formation restrictions.

Even a cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage cannot approach by force.

Finally, until Plantain's spirit was almost at its limit.

In the nearby area, there were faint sounds of familiar spatial fluctuations.

Plantain's heart was as calm as a peaceful well, and he just kept wandering around this area, guided by the spiritual energy.

One day, two days, three days...

As time went by, Plantain still seemed to have gained nothing.

But gradually, the area that Plantain was searching for was shrinking.

Suddenly.

Plantain pulled the spiritual energy and accelerated suddenly. The spiritual energy turned into a sharp edge visible to the naked eye, whistling, and slammed towards a certain position.

It was like breaking through some kind of restriction.

A wall as tall as a man, but broken and dilapidated, with only half of the door remaining, suddenly appeared in front of Plantain.

On the other side of the gate is a vast territory.

The sight seems to have no end.

But the earth cracked, and countless crusts lost gravity and floated in the air.

The stars that had not yet burned out fell from the sky, and the flames were still burning.

And at the core of the territory, there is a huge, dilapidated and faded sect.

A green transparent figure stood in front of the mountain gate with eyes closed.

Chains bound his limbs and head, leaving them covered with wounds.

A seven-turn golden elixir filled with murderous energy would fly out of his stomach from time to time, spinning and hitting the chains and the mountain gate rhythmically.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The overflowing magical power and rhythm of Taoism escaped from the door.

Instantly, strange phenomena occurred in heaven and earth.

The boundless purple sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and it seemed as if heavy rain was pouring down.

The sudden flash of white lightning seemed to tear the sky apart, leaving behind a pale expanse.

The fairy in the pot.

Li Qinglin opened his eyes suddenly. There was still a lingering Taoist aura in his eyes, but in an instant, it was dissipated by the burning blood and energy.

"Is that... the teleportation gate to the three mountains of Qingshitan? Could that trapped figure be Taoist Jialing?!"

Li Qinglin still clearly remembers that late night two years ago, there was a sudden violent storm with lightning and thunder, as if God was angry.

It even caused the spiritual plants he planted, such as the Blood True Vine and the Erosion Cloud Gourd, to mutate.

Afterwards, many cultivators, even including foundation-building cultivators from many powerful families, went to investigate and determine the situation.

But there was no discovery.

Today, Li Qinglin vaguely discovered that the instigator of all this seemed to be the green figure in shackles and shackles behind the broken gate.

"Is that person the long-missing Taoist Jia Ling?"

"It's just... it looks like Taoist Jia Ling is trapped in that vast territory. Judging from the architectural style, it's obviously not from the modern times. It seems to be from... the Great Jie period?"

"It looks like a robbery zone somewhere?"

Li Qinglin's eyes flickered, and he had countless doubts in his heart.

Then he thought of the atmosphere in the Three Mountains of Qingshitan, which had become increasingly strange in recent years.

Jing Yuan Daxiu died suddenly and mysteriously.

The Cha family and the Xu family, who had been restraining each other, suddenly started to fight each other, and their brains were about to burst out.

Moreover, Li Qinglin still remembers clearly that a mysterious warrior impersonated him and robbed the three mountains of Qingshitan at the auction that day!

Not to mention, Taoist Jialing was originally an abandoned disciple of Yuxu Sect. He went overseas to snatch Daogui. After achieving the golden elixir, he returned to Dajiang and built Qingshitan next to Yuxu Sect! Li Qinglin clearly realized that the sky above Qingshitan was already full of shadows.

Could it be that the Yuxu Sect or even Da Jiang is behind the action, with several Jindan Zhenren making moves?

Taoist Jialing and the three mountains of Qingshitan are in danger! "Hiss... Dangerous, dangerous, this is beyond my ability to fish in troubled waters."

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"slip!"

Li Qinglin's heart suddenly tightened, and he didn't care about the treasure-dividing cliff, Taoist skills or spiritual veins.

He walked out of the Immortal in the Pot quickly, put away the concealing formation, and stepped on the escape light and went directly to the outside of the three mountains of Qingshitan.

Although the opportunity is good, you still need to be alive to get it! If I am not welcome here, I will find another place to stay!

“Although the Dao Palace Divine Treasure Notes has initially completed the three parts of the Heart Toad, Lung Palace, and Kidney Gate, and even gave birth to the first martial arts magical power [Immortal True Toad Sitting on Fire Method], there are still many puzzles. Even with my current physique and blood strength, I cannot fully display it.”

"It's just a good opportunity to see how the seeds I sowed in the martial arts world have grown and what kind of surprises they can bring me..."

…

Chen Bufan's fish stall business is not ideal.

The dusk was falling, and his own small sampan was moored on the lake.

His fish stall was next to the dock. It was not very big and was three meters deep. He sold fish outside and slept inside.

The only difference between Chen Bufan and other fishmongers is that he doesn’t sell fish directly. Instead, he asks people to set a price and then he goes out to the lake to catch fish based on the price.

If the customer offered him one cent, he would only catch small black carp with fishy flesh and many bones.

If the customer offered five taels of silver, he would catch a precious fish that could strengthen the bones and muscles! Of course, if he didn't catch it, he would still receive the money, but not the fish.

It’s a pity that after running the fish stall for a whole year, no one was willing to spend several taels of silver to let him catch the precious fish.

The sky was getting darker and darker, so I held up the lanterns.

The lake was shrouded in mist and the water level was slightly rising, looking deep and green.

In the distance, the water waves slowly push towards the lake, with a little white foam and shimmering light. The lush flowers, plants and trees around the lake create a pleasant scenery.

The neighboring fish stalls closed up one after another and left blew their horns.

"Have you received the free fishing tackle distributed by the Fish Holding Gang?"

"Of course! In addition to fishing gear, there are also iron lungs for ventilation, monster blood to drive away water monsters, and incense talismans to ensure safety!"

"You guys think it's strange. The Fish-Bearing Gang used to bully the people in the village and bully men and women. How come they suddenly changed their ways in the past two years and started doing good deeds?"

"Why do you care so much? Just worry about the high tide fishing tomorrow!"

A familiar fisherman passed by Chen Bufan's fish stall and greeted him casually.

Chen Bufan's face was full of smiles.

This fishing market is the largest in Luoshui County, with more than 10,000 households and a large number of warriors. The "Fish Holding Gang" formed by several spirit-cultivating warriors secretly manages the fishing market.

Of course, few people know this.

A few years ago, the Xianyu Gang was quietly wiped out, and all the martial artists who cultivated their spirits were slaughtered by Chen Bufan.

The leader behind the current Xianyu Gang is Chen Bufan himself.

Every time he thought of this, Chen Bufan felt a little dazed.

Many years ago, he was just the son of a turtle farmer in Luoshui County's fishing market, with a special blood talent for treasure hunting.

Then he was coveted by the martial artists of the Xianyu Gang, and his family was destroyed.

Then he fled to the mountains...

Met Him.

(End of this chapter)