The group of monsters captured the ghost bone dragon back to the Death Valley Palace and locked it in the deepest prison.
Luo Sen took all kinds of poisoned weeds and flowers in the palace, and took them away without hesitation.
Suddenly, the mysterious illustration of the world in the pot began to flash wildly, flashing hundreds of times in a row, obviously unlocking hundreds of spiritual spirits.
However, the new function was unlocked not long ago, and more than one hundred spirits are not enough to unlock the new function in the next stage.
As soon as those weirdos returned to the temple, they began to study again.
They chose to be loyal to Luosen, but because they were arrogant, they could not really treat Luosen as a servant, so they simply chose to turn a blind eye.
Even if Rosen walked past them.
They also pretend that I was just blind, but why did you happen to be walking by like this?
But Rosen didn't care.
Anyway, they have already made a soul oath, as long as they are obedient, their attitude is not the most important thing.
From their conversation, Rosen had roughly guessed the so-called secret of Death Valley.
These weirdos are quite famous.
Anyone who throws out a name is probably a famous strong man of a certain era.
Their value is incalculable.
"Wait, sooner or later, it will be used for you." Luosen used a stone to record the spatial coordinates of Death Valley and left with a small pot.
Rosen and the other four walked out of Death Valley.
Di Linglong said lightly: "You have used up the second favor. I can't protect you all the time. Now I'm leaving."
When the monsters in the Death Valley were sealed, the second love had been used up. As for subduing the ghost bone dragon, the love between the past was one aspect, and Di Linglong's own itchy hands was also one aspect.
But after all, she is the leader of the Dragon Slaying Army and has many important things to do. It is impossible to be a long-term bodyguard because of a favor.
"Don't be so anxious. The environment here is so good. Just take a look at it on vacation and relax." Luo Sen was shocked and said hurriedly.
Di Linglong glanced at Luo Sen and said two words coldly: "No time."
Luo Sen persuaded: "You have to work and rest in doing things. You don't want to know what the origin of the Immortal in the Hokkien, who has a close relationship with Death Valley, is."
Luo Sen is not sure about the specific strength of the immortal in the pot.
If Di Linglong can be around, at least it will be guaranteed.
But I felt a little reluctant to use the third favor just now.
Di Linglong sneered: "No interest."
"What if I tell you that the Immortal in the Pot is familiar with the Guardian God, and has also participated in the establishment of the Qianlong Academy." Luo Sen said again.
"Oh?" Di Linglong became a little interested.
She hasn't heard of this name before. Is it a big deal?
But Qianlongyuan has nothing to do with her.
Luo Sen continued: "The immortal in the pot may have something to do with the Demon Abyss."
"What!" Di Linglong's eyes shone brightly, and her eyes seemed to turn into a sharp sword to penetrate the space.
Luo Sen was shocked.
He was also preparing to continue to blow the pot of how powerful the immortal is. Unexpectedly, when he mentioned the Demon Abyss, Di Linglong had such a big reaction.
"Okay, then stay here and take a look." Di Linglong's eyes narrowed slightly, but a violent aura involuntarily penetrated her body.
Jiarou asked in a low voice: "Is the immortal in the pot really related to the Demon Abyss?"
"Maybe there, I guess." Rosen was certainly not sure.
I saw in the books in the Sutra Library that the people who opened the Demon Abyss did not leave any traces in the history books, so Luo Sen guessed that it might be the immortal in the pot.
There is no reason for such a character not to leave a single word.
Unless people at that time didn't know who he was.
Jiarou rolled her eyes with a good look: "If it is fake, aren't you afraid that General Di Linglong will slap you to death."
"Hehe, what are you afraid of? She still owe me a favor." Luo Sen smiled.
Everyone left the valley of death.
Luo Sen threw the small copper pot to Wen Xiao: "I'll leave it to you."
Wen Xiao caught the small copper pot, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes. He could finally see the legendary immortal in the pot.
Of course, this is just the first step.
"Thank you." Wen Xiao said solemnly. Without Luo Sen, there would be no possibility of seeing the immortal in the pot with his ability.
Sure enough, he was too naive at the beginning and left Beiming Palace with all his passion. Unexpectedly, reality made his heart feel cold.
Then Wen Xiao began to follow the Qingsha Sect's method and began to urge the small copper pot in his hand, and a mysterious wave slowly emanated.
What we have to do next is probably to wait.
This small pot is not a space stone, so it is impossible to summon the immortal in the pot to appear.
But soon, a mysterious arc was drawn in the blue sky in the distance, and something seemed to be galloping quickly.
It seems that the immortal in the pot still attaches great importance to the summoning of Death Valley.
Luo Sen held his breath and concentrated: Finally, he could see the immortal in the pot.
I saw that I finally came to everyone after receiving the mysterious light. It was an old man with a fairy-like appearance, followed by a red dog.
A faint white mist lingers on the old man, covering his true face, making people unable to see or perceive clearly.
Luo Sen's spiritual consciousness swept away quickly and sighed in his heart.
I can't sense the other party's breath at all.
It probably was because of the white fog.
The immortal in the pot looked no surprise and said lightly: "Sure enough, the people in the Death Valley still handed over the small pot. Humans are indeed unreliable."
He had guessed it long ago, but he came anyway.
He has seen too many such "betrayals", so he has long been calm.
Wen Xiao was excited and spoke first: "Myster Huzhongxian, is it you? I am from Beiming Palace in Beihai. More than 8,000 years ago, the ancestor Piaomiao Sanren had a relationship with his predecessor."
"Is that right?" The immortal in the pot looked like a cold exiled immortal, lingering in white mist, seeing all the changes of the world, and not wanting to be contaminated with the filth of the world.
Wen Xiao's heart was a little cold, but he still knelt down and made an extremely humble attitude: "The life of the divine beast guarding the palace in Beiming Palace is in danger. Once the divine beast dies, Beiming Palace will fall into the Beihai, sleep on the bottom of the sea, and disappear forever.
In the world, tens of millions of innocent people will lose their lives and cause trouble. The younger generation begs the immortal in the pot to help them save the people from water and fire."
He finally said what he had kept in his heart for several years.
This is the deepest secret in his heart.
At that time, despite the opposition of the palace master, he resolutely chose to leave the Beihai and made a great aspiration to find a way to save the divine beast and save the people. Otherwise, he would fall into the abyss and suffer the pain of extreme cold and trapped the body forever.
According to the old ancestor's legacy, the immortal in the pot has the best means and is the only existence in the world who has the ability to save the divine beast.
After all, the ancestor of Beiming Palace had seen it with his own eyes that the immortal in the pot turned an ordinary carp into a true dragon that looked proud of the nine heavens.
Others, no.
Even Shen Wantian, the number one culinary master in mainland China, is far from qualified.
But there is no place that easy to find in the pot. He is under tremendous pressure, and the disaster that the people are about to face will erode his heart all the time.
He became extreme, became cynical by any means, but his inner purity firmly guarded the last pure land in his heart.
In the end, he took the initiative to split his second personality.
As soon as the second personality was born, he was severely suppressed in the deepest part of his heart.