Dust was flying in the mountains and fields. After Xiao Yang bowed towards the center of the spirit vein, his figure turned into a stream of light and rushed into the mountains and fields in the distance.
In the spiritual vein, Shen Lian tightened his robe and felt a little cold.
Jindan cultivators are immune to water and fire, so they must be being targeted by someone.
However, he did not send out any spiritual perception, but just waited quietly for the dust in the mountains to fall bit by bit.
A few days later, the void was still filled with dust, and the miasma that was dispersed by the turbulence had covered the area again. At the edge of the forest, there were a few pairs of eyes staring at the surroundings.
As the saying goes, the wound has healed and the pain has been forgotten. I just escaped from danger with my life, but now I have forgotten the danger. Instead of thinking about escaping, I am waiting here for a new opportunity.
This scene made Shen Lian laugh.
The few people who stayed nearby thought they were hiding well and started doing business again without even recovering from their injuries.
That's fine.
He casually took out a magical weapon that was gleaming with light, and a few broken jade bottles, with half a piece of dull talisman paper stuck on the surface, and streams of green medicinal power emanated from them.
Just like that, he flew out from the suddenly shaking earth.
Sensing the medicinal power emanating from the medicine bottle, the pairs of eyes in the dark place filled with miasma became bright.
Three-pattern Qingxu Pill! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Lines of magic power turned into hands in the air and grabbed the magic weapons and pills that appeared.
In an instant, the war broke out again.
…
Deep in the earth.
Shen Lian carefully concealed all traces and gently patted the dragon-shaped spiritual vein.
"I'm leaving. Practice hard, maybe you can turn into a dragon and ascend to heaven."
"Don't panic, take your time."
…
After muttering to the spirit vein for a while, he crushed a few high-quality earth-based spirit stones and integrated them into the spirit vein bit by bit.
This spiritual vein was of great help in setting up the plan this time, so it is necessary to pay them some wages.
"I'm leaving."
“Buzz!”
The ochre-colored spiritual vein trembled slightly, and the spiritual light that swept out was like ripples, spreading in all directions and washing the surrounding area again.
After coming out of the ground, Shen Lian popped his head out of a hill and looked in the direction of the rumbling fight. The seven cultivators were divided into three groups and were frantically scrambling for the bait he had just thrown out.
Various magical powers intertwined, baptizing the already cracked earth once again. The fight lasted for two incense sticks before both sides dispersed.
But Shen Lian was not in a hurry to show up, and still stared quietly ahead.
Not long after, a figure fell from the miasma, looked around cautiously, and then carefully sensed the surroundings with his divine sense, and realized that there was no movement.
This person fled towards the depths of the earth.
"Why."
Shen Lian sighed. This guy wanted to dig for the spiritual vein.
Nowadays, very few cultivators actually go to dig for spiritual veins. The spiritual veins nourish the mountains, rivers, and the land. Most cultivators still have a sense of awe for the heavens and the earth in their hearts.
But there are exceptions.
The spiritual vein is embedded deep in the earth, and its various capillary branches are countless. Just like a ginseng picker, it is very difficult to dig out a complete spiritual ginseng. The branches of the spiritual vein are much more complicated than those of the spiritual ginseng.
Therefore, most cultivators who want to dig out spiritual veins will not dig them out completely. They will only violently cut off the main part and extract it arbitrarily. As for whether the remaining incomplete spiritual veins will collapse or whether the area will become a spiritualless land, it is none of their business.
"Looking for death."
Shen Lian's figure flashed and appeared outside the spiritual vein.
Outside the spiritual vein, Pang Yi looked at the coiled spiritual vein and a magic weapon similar to a plow appeared in his hand, with a spiritual rope coiled around the handle.
Just as he was about to take action, his eyes suddenly trembled, the magic weapon in his hand fell, and he hugged his head with both hands and let out a scream.
In the sea of divine thoughts.
A long spear with a slight arc pierced straight down, making a big hole in Pang Yi's sea of consciousness, and stabbed towards his spiritual figurine.
Just as the spear was about to pierce through the divine man, the divine man trembled and muttered a series of extremely awkward spells.
As he chanted the spell, a look of pain appeared on the face of the little divine being, his body twisted and twitched, and a ball of black flame began to burn from his feet.
As the flames burned, the little man in divine consciousness showed a look of fear and disbelief, as if wondering why it turned out like this and what happened to him.
Black flames suddenly leaped up, and black smoke began to emerge from the little man's seven orifices. He wanted to struggle but was powerless.
“Help…Help…”
Everything happened so fast. The moment the spear fell, it only dispersed a cloud of black smoke. The black flames originating from the soul then spread to the body.
What was strange was that the black flames burned on his body, but did not ignite the robes.
Just like that, in just a few breaths, the figure burned up in front of Shen Lian, leaving behind a storage ring and a set of robes that fell down and piled up.
Reincarnation smoke?
No.
When the monk's magic weapon, the plow, was burned by the black fire, it was weathered bit by bit and lost all its spirituality.
Then, it turned into powder.
"call!"
Looking at this scene, Shen Lian had a blank expression on his face, but in fact he wanted to curse his ancestors for eighteen generations.
With a wave of his hand, several rays of light appeared and transformed into puppet talismans that occupied an area ten feet away from the area, and shoveled up the entire area along with the soil.
As for the robe and storage ring, he didn't even bother to look at them. He simply buried them deeper in the mountains and forests, leaving him to live forever without seeing the light of day.
Then, Shen Lian waved his hand, and a number of photo-recording beads that were sparkling with spiritual light fell into his hands, and one of the photo-recording beads fell close to him.
The scene left behind was exactly the one of the person who just wanted to dig out the spiritual vein.
He thought about it and realized that this person had never entered the cave to look for opportunities, which means that he came here specifically to seize the spiritual vein.
Moreover, the magic weapon he held, which looked like a plow, was something that a normal cultivator would never be able to use.
After being discovered, his soul and body were directly annihilated. It was most likely another hidden old villain force.
Shen Lian checked the image beads one by one, and the scene captured in one of them made him stunned again.
"Who is this fellow Taoist?"
The image in the bead showed the scene of Xiao Yang performing the salute. Although the scene was blurry, Shen Lian was still able to recognize it.
He just happened to correspond to the scene in which he felt cold before.
After thinking it over again and again, Shen Lian cursed inwardly.
"What kind of place is this desolate area? Why are there so many supernatural figures, monsters, ghosts and spirits?"
"It's hidden."
After tapping the spiritual vein again, Shen Lian's figure disappeared from the spot in a flash. He first buried this guy, who had not even ashes left, deep in the mountains.
It was not buried very far. After going tens of thousands of miles deep, it found a place with endless miasma and exhausted spiritual energy. It buried the ring, robe and soil deep into the earth.
In fact, he is suffering from paranoia, and there may be nothing wrong with the storage ring.
But Shen Lian just wanted to have peace of mind, so he buried him deep in the earth in an old forest more than 300,000 miles deep in the wilderness. If there were no problems, it would be possible to bury him for tens of thousands of years.
…
"Master, the person is just below the mountain ahead."
Shen Lian stood at the foot of the mountain, and the big black arrow on his shoulder pointed forward.
Before, he deliberately let go of a cultivator with five spiritual roots, and when he let him go, he deliberately beat him severely, so that he could find a place to heal his wounds in the depths of the wilderness.
A cultivator with five spiritual roots who possesses a magical weapon made of five-colored stones, if you count him and Qiushan.
In this small wasteland, there are three cultivators with five spiritual roots. The key is that each of them has a secret, each one bigger than the other.
In this forest, ant-like creatures like black-horned ants are of great use.
Shen Lian immediately dug a cave nearby, ready to take a closer look at what this cultivator with five spiritual roots was doing.
In the final analysis, he did all these things for himself, to prepare for the future and keep danger away from himself.
Until now, he felt more and more that the rules of the world were hard to fathom, and there were some things that he would not have dared to believe unless he had seen them with his own eyes.
Possessing other people's bodies became a common practice, and the cultivators with five spiritual roots hid everywhere like stray dogs.
In the world of cultivating immortals, an industrial chain has been formed by taking over other people's bodies and capturing the five spiritual roots.
The devil cultivates merits, the female cultivator appears as a man, to put it in a broader sense, this messes up both yin and yang.
Shen Lian, a Jindan cultivator who has reached the great perfection of the five spiritual roots, was so angry that he trembled at the thought of it. Don't come over here.
He now felt that this cultivator with five spiritual roots and horns was most likely coming to the wilderness to escape a disaster.
…
A cave was built near the Ox-horn monk. Shen Lian planned to observe closely and think about how to refine the Heaven-Repairing Order.
"Master, don't worry. My men are everywhere in the mountains and plains. There are countless of them. As long as he dares to come out, I can find him."
Dahei stood in front of Shen Lian with great pride. After all, he was now the big black king of billions of black-horned ants.
Shen Lian tapped the guy's head and told Dahei to go play somewhere else.
[Shen Lian: Middle Stage of Golden Elixir]
[Five Elements Spiritual Roots: Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth are complete (cannot be merged)]
[Constitution: Five Elements Spirit Body (Not Awakened)]
[Magic Power: Heavenly Five Elements Domain]
[Divine Thought: 30,900 feet]
[Refining Equipment: Third-level lower grade (41001/70000) cannot be broken through]
[Formation: Third-level superior grade (11414/200000) cannot be broken through]
[Alchemist: Level 3, mid-level (2011/100000), cannot be broken through]
[Talisman Master: Third-level upper grade (1010/200000) cannot be broken through]
[Puppet: Third-order low-grade (41145/70000) cannot be broken through]
[Beast Taming: Second-level upper grade (4312/50000) cannot be broken through]
【Divine enlightenment point: 711】
【Insights: 211457】
Shen Lian stayed in the depths of the wilderness for such a long time in order to improve his equipment refining skills.
Speaking of which, he has been in business for nearly ten years now, but his first younger brother is still outside the organization of the Butian Sect.
As a leader, I can't say that I have nothing to show for it, I can only say that my business is only halfway done.
"bring it on."
Sitting cross-legged in the cave, Shen Lian then leaned back and turned into a "big" shape. Countless equipment refining inheritances appeared in his sea of consciousness.
Don’t ask why it is ‘big’ instead of ‘too’. The main reason is that the business is only halfway through and I don’t have much to lose.
…
A few days later.
Shen Lian sat cross-legged again, squinting his eyes as if he had not yet woken up.
After consuming a large amount of perception points, he received the inheritance of a third-level top-grade weapon refiner.
In this way, his formations, talismans, and refining equipment were all upgraded to the third-grade upper level.
With these means of inheritance, even if he ran to the central land of Tiannan to find a sect with a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, he could still become an elder.
Of course, it is also possible that he would be an elder first, and then be set on fire, have his spiritual thoughts extracted, and have his penis shot.
"When a magic weapon is promoted to the fourth level, it is called a spiritual treasure. It begins to possess spirituality, and can then be cultivated like a cultivator, slowly ascending to a higher level."
"Some Nascent Soul Sects' spiritual treasures have the ability to record, identify, issue tasks, trade resources, etc., which is equivalent to a control center."
“Although I can’t refine this kind of thing now, I should use the spiritual treasures of these Yuanying sects as templates to refine the spiritual treasures of the Bu Tian Sect, which can be used to communicate with the Bu Tian angels.”
"Based on my current inheritance of weapon refining, formations, and talismans..."
Shen Lian muttered to himself and closed his eyes again.
The little man in the sea of divine consciousness waved his hand and in the souls of all directions, densely packed articles and real-life preaching scenes appeared.
He began to search through the vast heritage for the possibility of completing his initial ideas.
A few days later, Shen Lian opened his eyes again and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Sure enough, inheritance is not given for free, and he actually found a feasible alternative method.
However, he frowned again. This would require a large amount of resources, and his current mineral reserves were totally insufficient.
The reason why the Yuanying Sect's spiritual treasure has so many magical powers is that it has been nurtured for many years and countless spiritual objects have been invested in its improvement, so that it has the spiritual intelligence to control the operation of the sect.
Such magic weapons are all high-tech gadgets. Shen Lian currently does not have such ability, nor does he have fourth-level ore to waste.
Since he couldn't do the high-tech and precise method, he decided to use the crude and stupid method.
Combining the three methods of formation, prohibition and refining, isn't it just taking up a larger area, engraving more talismans and prohibitions, making the formation denser, and using more ore?
As long as you can develop the functions you need, these are not a problem.
"It seems I have to trouble Daoist Fellow Qian Dai again."
Shen Lian stretched, grabbed Dahei and asked him a few questions.
"Nothing happened."
Big Black scratched his head. It had learned to be smart now. It let its black-horned ants forage for food independently, and then it intercepted the images in the black-horned ants' memory to obtain the information it wanted.
These common black-horned ants know nothing but foraging for food and digging holes. What they see with their eyes is imprinted in their memory.
…
Inside the mountain.
Su Lincai's aura began to rise. After several months of rest, his injuries had finally recovered more than half.
"call!"
He slowly opened his mouth and exhaled, his brows furrowed.
I really lost a lot this time. Not only did I not get the opportunity, but I almost got myself into it.
Feeling that he had almost recovered, he stood up, collapsed the cave, and walked away.
He went horizontally to the northeast all the way and did not return to the State of Chu. Instead, he went eastwards through the States of Wu and Zheng and ran to the edge of the State of Yan, the easternmost of the Nine States, where he re-opened a cave and hid himself in it.
(End of this chapter)