Immortal Abode Beast Taming

Chapter 412 Golden elixir 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. During the long period of wind, water and rain, the writing on them has long been blurred. The power of nature, the erosion of time, and even the methods of practitioners cannot remain unchanged for a long time.

Each of the three stone tablets is only one foot square. The material is unknown and there are not many words on it. They are still being eroded by nature, so the ones that can be identified are even rarer.

However, the appearance of the stone tablet means that this place is no longer the natural place originally imagined by Fang Qingyuan. 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 existence here?

Fang Qingyuan stepped forward and caressed the three stone tablets, wanting to check whether the material of the stone tablet could withstand the methods of practitioners, carry unknown inscriptions, and even use his own power to move the terrain. The material of the stone tablet should not be It would be too bad.

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 touch, 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 stroked its head gently, 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 the ancient images on these three stone tablets were The breath disappeared inexplicably.

One of them held a long silver chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain was wrapped around the neck of a strange creature. This creature did not look like a normal creature at all, but had some characteristics of a ghoul.

What remains now 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 this, he concentrated his consciousness on the stone tablet in front of him, and then communicated with the Immortal Mansion. With a not heavy feeling, the stone tablet in front of him suddenly disappeared and was taken into the Immortal Mansion.

When this scene ended, in the last scene, several people left. One of them looked back at the covered place, took out a spirit animal bag from his arms, and then lowered the mouth of the bag, and a small small bag fell out. of spiritual beasts.

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.

Each of these five people 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 previously been scattered on the ground gradually gathered and fell into the formation.

Only then did Fang Qingyuan come back to his senses and said softly:

"I just saw some pictures left over from history, which were quite interesting. Unfortunately, they are 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. However, I don’t know whether they succeeded in besieging and killing the ink dragon. Fang Qingyuan only knew that in the ruins where they fought, the remains of the ink dragon The traces later evolved into the black soil land today.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see here anymore, let's get down to business."

Fang Qingyuan's eyes shrank when he saw the appearance of this spiritual beast. This beast looked like a mole with a slender mouth. It was clearly a young wind-breathing earth beast.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyuan realized that there were originally five such stone tablets, but now there are only three left, and two more are missing.

This picture flashed, 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.

Qi Qi on the side saw that Fang Qingyuan had been deep in thought after touching those stone tablets, so she couldn't help but ask.

Qi Qi cannot notice that he collects the black soil and transports it to the Immortal Mansion, so he still needs to find a way to temporarily distract her.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan said:

"Qiqi, please do me a favor."

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 is trapped in this formation. The formation from that year should still have some effect. Otherwise, it is just black soil and cannot trap the ghost cultivator. But I have concerns. This piece of black soil will not be able to trap the ghost cultivator." In all these years, has only one ghost cultivator been trapped?"

Qiqi was startled. Thinking about Fang Qingyuan's words, she realized that what he said made sense. The ghost cultivator's fall into this place could only be traced back to the first sixty years at most. However, according to Fang Qingyuan's discovery, this formation has been operating for countless years. Over the years, there are probably countless inexplicable beings trapped in this black soil.

"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 go back first and try your best to convince your ancestor. I will send you a signal when his help is needed."

"Okay, okay, I'll go back first. I can see that you don't need me right now."

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 earth in front of him and felt excited in his heart. If so many spiritual materials were absorbed by his immortal mansion, he might be able to become a heavenly person due to his earth spiritual root qualifications.

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 absorbed instantly greatly increased the area of ​​the Immortal Mansion. Fang Qingyuan's spiritual roots also increased with the area. 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.

For example, each of the spiritual materials and spiritual objects needed to increase the qualifications of the earth-grade spiritual roots is sky-high. Even if Fang Qingyuan can absorb some spiritual materials through the Immortal Mansion to evolve his spiritual roots, the corresponding spiritual materials are still of a terrifyingly high grade. .

Nowadays, only fourth-level spiritual materials can improve Fang Qingyuan's spiritual root qualifications.

As for fourth-level spiritual materials, they are normally used for Nascent Soul cultivators, and each piece is rare. Even if Fang Qingyuan has a small amount of assets, he cannot use 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 increase Fang Qingyuan's qualifications. Therefore, in the past few years, Fang Qingyuan has not thought about collecting spiritual materials and sending them to the immortal mansion.

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 can actually bring a trace of pure vitality to Fang Qingyuan, and this vitality , Fang Qingyuan felt that if it increased too much, his earth spirit root qualification would definitely break through.

So, after setting aside Qiqi, Fang Qingyuan continued to transport black soil to the Immortal Mansion with peace of mind, enjoying the wonderful process of constantly filling his qualifications and growing his strength.

Half a month later, in the bone withering prison, the ghost cultivator took out various bone materials of different shapes and materials from his storage bag, and fiddled with them in front of him to build a weird white bone. Come out of the altar.

"These bones of yours don't look like ordinary people. Can you tell me?"

While the ghost cultivator was fiddling with the magic circle, Xu Qingxuan's face drooped under his withered white hair, 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 of 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 may not be able to hold on for much longer.

"These bones, ho ho, are my treasure. Unlike your desire for spiritual things from heaven and earth, our ghost cultivators' pursuit is very simple.

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 the monks’ elixirs, they don’t use the monks’ magic weapons, and they don’t compete with the monks for their women.

According to the type of practice, we only need a place that is dark, dark, secluded, and dead. We can sit there for thousands of years without moving. Water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river. It does not hinder the monks at all, so why must we kill them all! "

When this principle of ghost cultivation was explained, Xu Qingxuan said displeasedly: "Then when you transformed the dead into corpse ghosts, why didn't you say that the water in the well does not offend the river?"

He was deprived of decades of life by ghost cultivators. Not only did he turn into an old man in an instant, but he also grew up extremely slowly in this land of heavy soil.

Now that I have reached a simple basis for mutual cooperation with the ghost cultivator, I dare to speak openly.

"You're putting the cart before the horse! It's precisely because ghost cultivators are not allowed in this world, so they must increase their strength to protect themselves, and that's why things like that happen. If there is peaceful coexistence, ghost cultivators can just take care of themselves, why bother transforming so many ghosts? ? Just show it and watch?"

Xu Qingxuan shook his head and disagreed, "How many ghost cultivators in this world can control themselves?"

The ghost cultivator retorted, "How many cultivators are there in this world who can discipline themselves?"

"cut!"

Although Xu Qingxuan felt that his idea was reasonable, he didn't want to be at a disadvantage. After expressing his disdain, he asked: "Then you haven't done anything harmful to nature?"

The ghost cultivator shook his head, "Of course I have done it, but I had to do it. For example, decades ago, I was besieged by people in the fire ant hill, so I had to kill them all. Anyway, if you want to kill me, you have to be prepared to be killed by me." …”

The evil people hiding in the depths of the White Mountains all called Beidingshen Mountain Fire Ant Mountain because there were 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 manpower sent by Dazhou Academy, and finally fled in panic, and was eventually trapped here.

Mentioning this, 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, you sit in."

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 obediently moved his body and sat in the altar, the ghost cultivator solemnly took out a black bowl. Even if the pipa bone was locked and all the mana was locked, Xu Qingxuan could feel that the soul inside was being wasted away by the lock. , the heavy resentment, resentment and other negative emotions spread, making people's hair stand on end in this surrounding place.

Compared to 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. He had been tortured to the point of forgetting his true nature and only longed for a fresh soul. His soul 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 getting out of trouble today, I wouldn't be able to part with it. You have to seize the opportunity."

After the ghost cultivator finished speaking, he stuffed the golden elixir monk's soul into the white bone formation in front of his body. In an instant, black flames ignited on Xu Qingxuan's body.

"Your destiny is to carry a golden lotus in the fire. However, with your cultivation level, you cannot activate this destiny even in the later stages of the golden elixir. I use the soul of the golden elixir monk as fuel to help you manifest this destiny. All you need to do is to use the golden lotus. When it manifests, we will see the opportunity for everyone to get out of trouble.”

Black flames ignited from the bone altar, Xu Qingxuan looked painful, and he roared:

"A golden lotus is planted in the fire, and my fate is up to me!"

"Jiejie, enjoy it!"

When he was concentrating, time passed quickly, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Outside the black soil, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged. The black soil world around him suddenly became empty and turned into a big rift valley. In the past thousands of years, it had not There is no place where humans have set foot, so Fang Qingyuan silently absorbs the black soil and adds origin to the immortal mansion.

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, causing the color of the land to become 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 actually crossed the threshold of the fourth level of the golden elixir in the process, and stepped into the golden elixir. The realm of the fifth level of the golden elixir.

(End of this chapter)