Immortal Abode Beast Taming

Chapter 512 Bronze Coffin
Can the Golden elixir monk still dream?
Obviously not. The power of the soul comes from the initial training of one's subconscious mind. Fang Qingyuan has not dreamed for a long time since building the foundation. He even spends little time sleeping. Most of the time it takes to restore the soul is consumed. The actions are all recovered from the state of forgetfulness of things and self through meditation practice.

But now Fang Qingyuan, who was too tired, fell into his first such long sleep since achieving the golden elixir, so things that had not happened for a long time in the past, things that he had not cared about, appeared quietly.

It was as if he was still in the abyss before, unable to see his fingers, and unable to hear any movement in his ears. Only his own thoughts were still spinning, proving his existence.

"Where am I?"

After a brief period of confusion, Fang Qingyuan regained consciousness and realized that he was in an abnormal environment.

And this was definitely not because his physical body was also pulled into it. He remembered very clearly that before he fell asleep, he asked Jinbao to protect him. Even if the ancestor of the golden gun was killed, Jinbao after forming the elixir would not be without it. If you fight back, you can at least wake yourself up.

"So whose plan did I mess up? The soul was pulled into this illusion, the Golden Spear Ancestor? No, as a sea beast, it doesn't have this ability even if its cultivation is strong. Or maybe it's Shen Molishe? "

At this time, Fang Qingyuan thought of an indirect contact he had with the extraterritorial demon, Shen Molishe, a few years ago. Could it be that he was remembered at that time?

While thinking, Fang Qingyuan felt the current situation. His soul seemed to have an entity and was falling rapidly downwards.

There was a strange feeling of weightlessness that Fang Qingyuan felt very clearly. He tried it and found that he could not mobilize any soul energy at this moment and could only let his soul body fall straight down.

"What kind of method is this? It's completely beyond my knowledge. If someone is manipulating all this, then the opponent's cultivation level will definitely be far beyond the Nascent Soul level. Can Tu Wuzhao do this?"

The coffin was tightly bound by eight large bronze chains, hanging in the air. The other ends of the eight chains were plunged into the unknown void and darkness.

With the support of the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan's mentality became calm, and he began to observe the situation around him.

So Fang Qingyuan thought, and the door of the Immortal Mansion opened to him, just like always.

This kind of light is very weak, dimmer than fireflies, and because Fang Qingyuan falls so fast, the fireflies often pull away from them in an instant before they have time to check.

Out of caution, Fang Qingyuan did not choose to merge into this firefly. He wrapped it with soul energy and tried to send it into the immortal mansion.

Faced with this inexplicable development, Fang Qingyuan was not panicked at this time. He had one last resort that he had not yet used, which was to hook up the Immortal Mansion. If he couldn't even open the Immortal Mansion, then he would be in real trouble.

Huh, the link between the Immortal Mansion and himself was not blocked. Fang Qingyuan tried to send a ray of spiritual thought to the Immortal Mansion, and it was successfully sent into it.

I just don’t know how the Immortal Mansion can still connect with the outside world of cultivation if the physical body is gone.

As a result, the smile on the skeleton's grimace froze. It stared blankly at the place where Fang Qingyuan was before, and let out a silent roar that spread across the void for millions of miles.

Above the coffin, a clear skeletal grimace was staring at Fang Qingyuan. Seeing Fang Qingyuan fall, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What do fireflies represent? Why are there big and small, and why do I still feel slightly that there are various alchemy theories contained in these fireflies?

"Is this? The embodiment of some kind of alchemy theory? But why is it flying towards me?"

In fact, the previous description that the surrounding area was completely dark was not very accurate, because during Fang Qingyuan's fall, his soul could sometimes capture wisps of light coming from very far away.

Sure enough, the Immortal Mansion is always his last trump card. As long as this move is not broken, he will always have a way out. Even if his body is beaten to powder by the outside world, Fang Qingyuan's soul can still escape into the Immortal Mansion and survive.

This firefly had just been taken into the Immortal Mansion by Fang Qingyuan, and Fang Qingyuan's soul was horrified to find that a huge bronze coffin appeared in his perception below him.

Finally, after Fang Qingyuan fell for two days, a faintly shining firefly pounced on his spiritual body like a moth to a flame.

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"Phew!! I almost got tricked, what the hell, I can't sleep like this next time."

Fang Qingyuan's soul flashed with lightning. When encountering such a strange thing, he naturally refused to let it be manipulated like this, so in the weird smile of the skeleton grimace below, Fang Qingyuan's falling soul body was like a bubble in the sun, 'Pop With a click, it disappeared quietly.

"It's not good. I feel like the other party has bad intentions. Whether it's an enemy or a friend, it's best to retreat first."

During the long process of falling, Fang Qingyuan didn't know how deep he had fallen, a hundred thousand feet? Five hundred thousand feet? Or one million feet?
Space and distance seem to have lost their meaning here, and time is no longer accurate. If Fang Qingyuan hadn't been able to connect with the Immortal Mansion at all times to calculate the time he spent, he would have lost his patience and was ready to retreat to the Immortal Mansion. .

On the inn bed, Fang Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes. He was still a little uneasy. He didn't understand how he got into trouble with this thing.

Based on this short glimpse, Fang Qingyuan confirmed that the other party was not like the extraterrestrial demon Ginseng Molishe, because it was not as crazy as a monster and more like a ghost.

But haven't all the ghosts in this world been wiped out by Dazhou Academy? Why is such a big guy missing?

Fang Qingyuan started from the bedside and saw Jinbao looking at him with wide eyes.

"How many days have I slept?"

"Master, it's been five days."

Jinbao stood up from the bench and stretched out five fingers in front of Fang Qingyuan, his face full of seriousness.

"In this case, I wasn't pulled into it just after I fell asleep. It seems that the other party's ability is not as powerful as I imagined."

This is Fang Qingyuan's inner confession. There is no need to tell Jin Bao these words. Fang Qingyuan feels that it is better not to put too much pressure on Jin Bao.

"The abyss that keeps falling, the huge bronze coffin, and oh yes, there is also the firefly."

Fang Qingyuan would think about his gains, and with a thought, the fireflies wrapped in soul energy in the fairy mansion appeared at the tip of Fang Qingyuan's fingers.

As if holding a tiny flame, Fang Qingyuan carefully observed the firefly, and then cautiously inserted a ray of spiritual thought inside.

"The way of thousands of lights, protection, responsibility, inheritance..."

For a moment, a kind of elixir theory of 'thousands of lights' was reflected in Fang Qingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness. After a moment, Fang Qingyuan slowly exhaled. This turned out to be a lifelong summary of the elixir theory of 'Ten Thousand Houses of Lights' by a golden elixir monk. His intuition told Fang Qingyuan that as long as he absorbed this firefly, then this 'Ten Thousand Houses of Lights' elixir theory would be , he will definitely be able to master it.

"Can the alchemy theory be mastered in this way? If this kind of thing is known to those monks who have been unable to understand their own alchemy theory, they will definitely go crazy."

Alchemy is the most important thing for monks in this world. It can be said that alchemy is the most fundamental manifestation of a monk. It is the outlook on life, belief, and everything that is integrated together. Finally, it is refined after being tested by the heavenly tribulation, and it accompanies the monk throughout his life. fundamental.

Fang Qingyuan had never heard before that the elixir theory could be obtained in this way. How many foundation-building monks were stuck at this step. They were at a sufficient level and were well prepared. It was because there was no elixir theory that they could not cause the catastrophe of heaven and earth. In the end, I couldn't get the elixir, and I died in depression.

"If that's the case, then wouldn't it be possible for me to give this firefly elixir to a suitable foundation-building monk, thereby artificially creating a golden elixir monk?"

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan's eyes showed fiery gaze, and looking at this little firefly, ambition began to grow.

"Compared to having sudden enlightenment and trying to awaken one's elixir theory by trying to achieve enlightenment like a sudden enlightenment, this behavior is more controllable. In that abyss, according to my feeling, there are more than thousands of fireflies like this. If I Being able to collect a few more flowers means that the Qingyuan Sect will have a few more Golden Pill monks. With the Foundation Establishment Pill, although the Foundation Establishment monks are rare, they can be mass-produced.

And with this firefly elixir theory, the golden elixir monks can also be mass-produced. When the time comes, there are more than a dozen golden elixir monks sitting in the military formation, and the golden spear ancestor is in front of me, and I can make them come back defeated. "

For a moment, Fang Qingyuan thought very far. He would cultivate fairy seedlings from the Immortal Mansion into foundation-building monks, and then give him the elixir treatise. If everything goes well, within a hundred years, he would be able to pull out a golden elixir army.

Jinbao saw Fang Qingyuan's expression change and thought that Fang Qingyuan didn't get enough rest and was going crazy.

So Jinbao stood obediently behind Fang Qingyuan and lifted his shoulders, just like he did when he was a child.

Fang Qingyuan was also thick-skinned. He put away the Danlun firefly on his finger, which represented the 'Lights of Ten Thousand Houses of Lights', and began to enjoy it with peace of mind.

Not to mention, Jin Bao's strength is very good, and the body of [Golden Spirit Body] is very useful here.

Fang Qingyuan half-closed his eyes, thinking about what he should do next. Originally, he was mainly worried about two things, one was the magic weapon of the He family, and the other was how to regulate the millions of people in the Immortal Mansion.

The origins of these millions of people are very mixed. They are not familiar with each other and do not trust each other. If they are forced together, sooner or later they will fight each other.

Now in the Immortal Mansion, the million people are divided into seven or eight large tribes and more than a dozen small tribes. Fang Qingyuan first separated them and placed them in different places. They urgently await Fang Qingyuan's next instructions.

Depending on the time of entering the Immortal Mansion, some tribes have already planted food crops, while some tribes have just settled down and have not even set up a camp.

Lack of food, clothing, farm animals, and medicinal herbs are all obvious difficulties.

But in fact, these are not big problems. The climate in the Immortal Mansion is pleasant and there will be no extreme weather. In recent days, under Fang Qingyuan's intentional control, there has been no moderate rain in the Immortal Mansion.

It's just that the foundation of these millions of people is too bad. They were originally raised in captivity and reduced to livestock, so there is no cultural heritage.

Even if there is a sacrificial leader to manage, it is just to save the energy of those sea beasts. It can be said that these are a group of primitive people, only more brains than monkeys.

Without cultural inheritance as a consensus, if the number of people exceeds 50,000, the tribe will collapse, let alone gathering them to form a city and finally a country.

"The most important thing right now is to give these indigenous people knowledge and education. Otherwise, they can't even organize themselves, and how effective can they be?"

Fang Qingyuan figured out how to take the first step now. First, open up the people's wisdom and form a consensus. Then these tribes can be integrated.

As for how to make the natives of these twenty tribes receive a common education, Fang Qingyuan turned his attention to Nanli's location, where the seven large water mirrors were still playing pictures day and night.

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"Clang clang clang!"

The rapid ringing of the bell rang. After Wen Renye heard it, he stood up and said to his wife:

"The master has summoned me and I have to rush there. There is no need to save dinner. As usual, the master will give you food."

A gentle woman was carrying a young child on her back. When Wen Renye said this, she wiped her hands and straightened Wen Renye's robe.

"I have everything at home, waiting for you to come back."

Wen Renye pinched his youngest son's face and said dotingly:
"I can save it. It would be great if the master could give you some spiritual food this time, so that you can replenish your body."

"Okay, don't wake him up. He finally managed to get him to sleep. Go quickly. It's not good to be late."

"It's a two-step process. It's not too late. That's alright. I'm going."

When Wen Renye came out of his courtyard, he met his friend next door:

"Let's go together. What do you think the master's instructions will be this time?"

Wen Renye's friend was a blacksmith with a particularly stocky body. He scratched his head and said:
"You, a scholar, don't know this, let alone a blacksmith like me, but it should be a good thing."

Wen Renye shook his head and didn't say much. Since entering this world, everyone's original status has undergone many changes. The rich people before were still in the upper class, but the status of educated people like him has declined. A lot.

Now I can only live with craftsmen such as blacksmiths, and I am no longer the guests of those aristocratic families.

Just because here we no longer value the inheritance of culture, everything is about survival.

Of course, Wen Renye's status has not completely declined, and he will not be reduced to the bottom of this society. Those who were not engaged in production and relied on the family relationship of the immortal master are now the bottom.

The two of them did not chat along the way, and walked quickly towards the center of the ship. In the process, many people with special skills and qualifications to board the ship were also walking towards the ship in a steady stream.

(End of this chapter)