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After a fuss, the middle-aged Confucian scholar gathered the necessary number of people. But when his eyes fell on Jiang Chuan, he frowned again, kicked out all the people with lower cultivation levels and mixed energy, and replaced them with new ones.

superior.

After several times, thirty-six cultivators with perfect cultivation of qi appeared in front of them, both in quantity and quality.

This made him quite satisfied.

Even when he heard the crane roaring at him from time to time behind Jiang Chuan, he smiled generously:

"This beast is quite vindictive."

Linghe suddenly became furious.

"You put this beast away, lest it spoil my mood." The middle-aged scholar threw a green light from his sleeve and landed on Jiang Chuan's hand.

This is actually a blue cloth bag embroidered with patterns of dragons, tigers and exotic animals.

Spirit beast bag.

Jiangchuan didn't expect that the middle-aged Confucian scholar would be so generous, and he would buy a treasure that was worth more than a high-grade spiritual weapon.

The infusing energy was injected, and nothing wrong was found.

He left a mark of his true energy, and shook the bag's mouth towards Linghe. Under the other party's resentful gaze, a green light rolled out of it. Then the bag was lifted, and Linghe disappeared.

Hanging the spirit beast bag on his waist, Jiangchuan became increasingly vigilant.

The only source of noise in the field disappeared, and the middle-aged scholar was in a good mood:

"Set off."

As he spoke, his figure was like the wind, and he shot towards the island along the original stone path.

Clouds loomed around Jiangchuan, and he felt a cold aura on his clothes that did not belong to him, and he was wise enough not to take the opportunity to run away.

And judging from the appearance of these people, it is obvious that there are some benefits to be gained from the island.

Recalling the booklet given by Master Ming, Jiangchuan still remembered the record of "Zhuolong Island" in it, even though he only glanced through it briefly.

Zhuolong Island once had inheritances such as Guanghua Chongxiao and Lingjue Magic. It is suspected to be an inheritance place for the original sect of Qiandao Lake.

However, Master Ming also said that the suspected inheritance site was shrouded by the power of a large remnant formation, and the interior was in ruins. It must have been looted long ago. I don’t know what the purpose of this middle-aged Confucian scholar was.

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Except for the middle-aged Confucian scholar, who was a foundation-building monk, the group of people were all in a state of perfect Qi cultivation. They gathered Qi in their bodies and leaped a distance of ten feet.

In just a moment, we had arrived at the only peak on Zhuolong Island.

The lush trees all around have left a large circular space here, with bluestone paving the ground and stone buildings as lights, making it look like a square.

In front of the foot of the mountain at the end stands only half of a three- to four-foot-high stone tablet. The cut is smooth, as if it had been cut off at the waist with a sharp weapon.

Around it, there are potholes of different shades and sizes, and many bluestones are dyed large areas of deep red, as if a battle had occurred.

A tragic aura hit their faces, like a huge boulder pressing down on everyone's hearts, making them afraid to express their anger.

Jiangchuan looked up and saw the remnants of the formation shrouded in front of the stone monument, as well as some well-preserved white jade futons right in front of the stone monument.

No more, no less, exactly thirty-six.

He guessed that the so-called quota should be related to this.

Looking further, he saw the long and narrow mountain peak immediately behind the stone monument, which looked like a dragon lying prone, with its tail connected to the earth. A foot-wide stone path was opened along the back, leading directly to the high place where the dragon's head was.

Around this stone path, the power of the remaining formations was densely stacked, like spider webs intertwined together, glowing with a faint blue light, making Jiang Chuan's heart palpitate.

This is far more complicated than the remaining formation seen at Cangyin Reef, and the remaining formation above the stone monument is also far inferior.

It's no wonder that all traces of the fight stopped abruptly at the stone monument and did not spread to the stone path. This is probably not something that ordinary people can break through.

Jiang Chuan looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and the others looked the same.

"The name of this monument is the 'Qi Cleansing Monument'. It is a rare treasure that can only be owned by a truly high-ranking sect." The Confucian scholar pointed to the stone tablet and said slowly:

"After the disciples have successfully cultivated their Qi, they can use their own Qi to hit the stone tablet to activate the sapphire divine flower in the stone tablet.

"This divine flower can not only be used to cleanse the true energy, strengthen the bones and cultivate the vitality, but also has the magical effect of improving one's own foundation, giving the Qi-nourishing monks more possibilities to enter the foundation-building realm."

Jiang Chuan's heart beat violently.

The breathing sounds around him also became heavier.

Build foundation.

Among the thirty-six cultivators present who have perfected their cultivation of qi, is there any one who does not have the idea of ​​breaking through the foundation building?

However, it is extremely difficult to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill. Not only is it rare, but it is often sold at sky-high prices as soon as it appears. Even a monk in the Foundation Establishment stage may not be able to buy one, let alone the many Qi-nurturing casual cultivators present.

Except for Jiangchuan.

If they had a way to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill, they would not come to the Qiandao Lake ruins.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was very satisfied with everyone's appearance.

"And I can help you enter under the stone monument, but in return..."

Before the middle-aged Confucian scholar could finish speaking, the old man in black from Nanhe Jiu San... no, it should be Ba San people now said in a deep voice:

"Half of the divine energy in the body was taken away by the senior."

This was what they had agreed upon before Jiang Chuan arrived. Half of the harvest would go to themselves and half to the Confucian scholars.

"Not bad." The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded.

"Senior, please take action to break the formation." The old man in black cupped his hands and clasped his fists.

He has reached the age of sixty and has stayed in the state of perfect Qi cultivation for more than ten years. If he can no longer break through the foundation building, when the Qi and blood decline and the true Qi is lost in the future, there will be no possibility of a breakthrough.

Therefore, he would never waste the current opportunity.

Others also clasped their fists and begged.

"Okay, remember your promise." The middle-aged Confucian scholar was confident that everything was under control, but he did not sign any contract.

After all, the price of such rare treasures is extremely high, and it is far beyond his reach.

As for swearing to heaven, he, a person who practices evil law, has never believed it.

If there is really retribution from heaven, can he still live to this day?

The Confucian scholar's right hand, which was hidden under his big sleeve, touched his waist, and a spiritual weapon like a teapot appeared in his hand.

Jiang Chuan was attracted by the other party.

However, it was not the kettle, but the palm. The skin and flesh were loose and covering the bones of the hand, like a skinny chicken paw.

This middle-aged Confucian scholar is probably much older than he appears.

The teapot was thrown into the air, the body of the teapot tilted forward, and wisps of gray water vapor poured out from the extended spout. Under the control of the opponent, it dripped like rain on the remaining formation in front of the stone monument.

I don't know what this gray water vapor is. Every time a drop falls, green smoke rises from the remaining formation, as if it has been corroded by poison, and dense bee holes appear one after another.

However, the remnant array itself also has the power to repair itself, and it quickly repaired itself after the bee hole appeared.

A trace of heartache flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged scholar. The teapot tilted again, almost at a right angle of 90 degrees. The gray water in the teapot poured out. The drizzle turned into a rough storm, and soon eroded the human height on the remaining formation.

The hole comes out.

"Why don't you come in quickly?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar shouted sharply.

Everyone carefully avoided the raindrops and jumped into the remaining formation. Jiang Chuan mixed in and walked in together.

After all thirty-six people had entered, the middle-aged Confucian scholar put away the kettle. Seeing that the gaps in the remaining formation were gradually being filled, he sat aside and closed his eyes to adjust his breathing.

This was also the fundamental reason why he didn't let these juniors take the oath.

Without his Yin Spirit Water, these juniors would be trapped in the remaining formation, unable to come out until they die of old age.

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