The affairs of the Hill Army came to an end, and the three elders fought to the death on the spot.
After the only remaining female senator learned the news about her three colleagues during a brief period of recovery, she chose to go with them.
Fang Chang did not stop this.
Giving people the right to choose death is a rare mercy from Him.
Anyway, he is no less of a puppet now.
Back then, Yang Qi only killed one veteran when he came to the door, but Fang Chang interfered and caused all five veterans of the Shanshan Army to perish.
The remaining generals and elders of the mountain army all swallowed the demon species and announced their surrender.
However, Yuan Tu is the only one who has truly merged with the demon species.
After killing the three elders, his temperament became more and more extreme. Apart from the basic fear of Fang Chang, the holder of the Eye of the Demon, there was almost no awe in his heart.
Anyone who dares to provoke him, even if it is just a trivial matter, will provoke unrelenting revenge, and even almost kill a Nascent Soul monk who had a verbal conflict with him on the spot.
If it weren't for the other Nascent Souls of the Shanjun Army who stopped them, I'm afraid one of them would have died.
No one would doubt Yuan Tu's murderous intention.
He was already possessed by a demon, and he was still a crazy demon, so that Fang Chang had to temporarily drive Yuan Tu away from the mountain army.
If he didn't want to collect data from Yuan Tu, Fang Chang wouldn't like such a lunatic at all and wouldn't even stay.
Judging from the example of Yuan Tu alone, the performance after the fusion of the demon species and Yuanshen is not satisfactory.
The devil seems to amplify the most negative and extreme emotions in people's hearts, so much so that other emotions are suppressed.
What Fang Chang needs are subordinates who are independent and obedient, not lunatics who explode at the drop of a hat.
However, his research on the way of demons was only incidental, and Fang Chang focused most of his energy on the fog disaster.
Thanks to years of research by the Shanshan Army and an unnamed veteran, Fang Chang already had a preliminary understanding and judgment on the core of the fog disaster.
"The core of the fog disaster is changing, but this change is not without rules. As long as I find the rules, I can find the core of the fog disaster."
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Two months later.
In the vast white mist, nothing could be seen.
Fang Chang held a map of the hilly world in one hand.
The other hand holds a bronze instrument similar to a measuring scale, with scales on it. As the position of the square changes, the silver liquid on the scales rises and falls, showing different values.
"Thanks to the information left behind by the veteran, otherwise it would be really difficult to copy this magical instrument that is specially used to measure the concentration of fog disasters.
Coupled with the data collected by others these days, it should be almost the same now."
Fang Chang summarized and summarized the fog disaster data that he had continuously measured during the past two months by sending all the monks of the mountain army out, and then replaced and calculated them based on the formula left by the deceased senator.
As he continued to calculate, Fang Chang actually felt as if he was solving advanced math problems.
He shook his head to get rid of this unreliable feeling.
I have already practiced cultivation and am about to become an immortal, but I still can't escape the fate of answering questions. What kind of outrageous linkage is this?
Soon, the moving trajectories of the fog were displayed on the map one by one along with the square markers. They were all places where the core of the fog disaster might appear in the future.
"Next, all we have to do is wait and see."
Fang Chang breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't really relax.
These data are true, but the formula is an assumption, calculated by the deceased senator, and it is very possible that it is wrong.
Therefore, before he can truly find the core of the fog disaster, he still has the risk of losing everything.
…
Fortunately, Huangtian lives up to his good fortune, and with his current high fortune, it is routine for Fang Chang to pick up money when he goes out.
So after three consecutive trials and errors, when the fourth fog disaster was approaching, Fang Chang finally reached the core of the fog disaster.
It was an unremarkable hill.
In Fang Chang's calculations, this place will become the core of the fog disaster, and the first mist between heaven and earth will emerge from here.
He watched silently and waited.
As the sun rises, the first rays of sunlight shine on the hills.
The hill actually came alive.
This is not to say that the hills can run if they have legs, but in Fangchang's field of vision, the originally dead hills have a spirituality, as if they were suddenly injected with life.
Then a faint white mist rose from the hills.
The moment the white mist and sunlight touched, there was a faint fluctuation in the air, and even the light suddenly dimmed.
Then the sky and the earth became white, and the mist filled the earth with the light.
The appearance of hills was lost in the square field of vision.
"Found you!"
Fang Chang raised his hand to cover it, and the fog in front of him was like marshmallows, compressed directly to the ground, as if a layer of white quilt had been laid on the ground.
The world became clear in an instant.
The appearance of the small hill appeared before his eyes again.
But the fog is still coming in rapidly from all directions, and will make up for the missing space in a very short time.
In addition, nearby fog beasts followed.
Wherever there is a lack of fog, fog beasts will be attracted.
But Fang Chang didn't care. As the sky and the earth cleared, his figure appeared on the hill, looking down.
"Identification Technique!"
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【Spirit of Mist】
[Introduction: The spiritual treasure refined by the Lord of the Hill Realm using boundary stones can be attached to any hill in the Hill Realm and spread the mist of peace over the world in an instant. 】
[ps: Its IQ is not high and it will only act according to the rules. 】
[ps2: It is very afraid of strangers, and only mist can give it a sense of security.]
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Alarmed by Fang Chang's appraisal technique, the Mist Spirit flew up and ran away without hesitation.
I saw an earth-yellow object that looked like a small mountain relief breaking away from the hill.
Strange to say, as the spirit of the mist left the hillock, the hillock quickly expanded. The hillock that was originally only a few dozen meters high suddenly rose to a height of tens of meters, and large rocks grew out.
The original earth mountain was transformed into a stone mountain.
The several large mountains beside the small hills seemed to have been drained of life, and even the leaves of the trees on the mountains were much withered and yellow.
One of the mountains even collapsed and became shorter out of thin air.
Seeing this scene, Fang Chang suddenly understood.
It turns out that this is why every time a fog disaster occurs, there will be a lot of terrain changes.
In other words, the changed terrain in the past are all traces of the presence of the spirit of mist.
White mist continued to emerge from the top of the Mist Spirit, and the mist blocked Fang Chang's sight again.
at the same time.
"roar!"
With the roar of the beasts, more and more fog beasts seemed to be summoned and kept coming here.
Fang Chang waved his hand, and the puppet army occupied all directions.
The mist beast came like a tide, but it was like encountering a dam blocking the river, and the water splashes were continuously scattered on the dam body.
Although there were some twists and turns, Fang Chang did not panic, but calmly said to the mist spirit hidden in the mist:
"The fog will last for an hour every day, which means you can't leave here within an hour, otherwise it will be against the rules. We have enough time to play this hide-and-seek game."
Saying that, Fang Chang opened his hands and drove the array flags into the ground.
As the formation flags connected and took effect, the thick fog just now was squeezed out of the formation by invisible force.
This array of flags is clearly the fog-dispelling array.
The fog dispelling array is considered a basic skill for all forces in the hill world. Fang Chang followed the locals and naturally learned it.
As the fog dispelling array unfolds, the fog within the array can be seen getting lighter and lighter with the naked eye.
The spirit of the mist that was hiding in the mist was suddenly startled when it saw that the mist was sparse, and began to create mist again.
But Fang Chang's eyes had locked onto it in an instant.
The surrounding fog that could obscure his consciousness was as if it didn't exist in Fang Chang's eyes at the moment. He slowly narrowed the scope of the fog-repelling magic circle.
The mist spirit is like a fish caught in a big net. No matter how hard it struggles, it can only be dragged ashore by the fishing net.
The fog beasts around are getting more and more violent.
Demon king-level mist beasts that are rarely seen on weekdays appeared one after another.
But facing the square army of puppets, even if these fog beasts tear their bodies apart, resurrected puppets will soon be on their sights.
Without power above the level of a god, it would be impossible to break through Fang Chang's army of puppets.
"Got you."
Fang Chang stood in mid-air, holding a round dumpling wrapped in mist in his hand, about ten centimeters in length, very small.
You can vaguely see an earthy yellow seal that looks like a hill in the mist.
The mist spirit that was still struggling to escape suddenly stopped moving when Fang Chang caught it in his hand, and the mist quickly dispersed, revealing its original appearance.
It's khaki in color and has a rough appearance. It's probably like picking up a random stone and grinding it into the shape of a mountain. Not many people would pick it up if it was thrown on the road.
The fog disaster that has lasted for tens of thousands of years also ended early today.
The monks in the hill world looked to the sky in confusion, as if they understood that something big was happening in the world.
Only those high-level monks who collected data for Fang Chang and belonged to the hill army roughly understood what happened - the treasure that should have belonged to the monks in the hill army was found by an outsider.
Countless mist beasts hidden in the mist all over the world let out a mournful cry, facing the sun, turning into wisps of light and rising into the sky. This time, not even a trace of water was left.
"It turns out they were only one step away from finding the Mist Spirit, the so-called King of the Hill's treasure."
Fang Chang held the Spirit of Mist in his hand and couldn't help but think of a certain veteran of the Hill Army thousands of years ago.
Perhaps the deceased veteran was not sure even himself whether his inference was correct, otherwise such important data and records would not have been left to gather dust on the second floor of the Hill Army's treasure house.
He may have simply wanted to deduce the laws of fog disasters at the time, but did not know that the secret lay in the laws.
Direction and choice are both important.
Suddenly, Fang Chang's hand felt hot.
The spirit of the mist broke free from its restraints, and a silhouette emerged. It was a tall young man wearing a loose robe, with long hair shawl, and a handsome temperament.
"Haha, surprise or not, there is no King of the Hill treasure at all, but don't be sad, although there is no treasure, there is still a consolation prize.
That is to become a disciple of this deity. I, Taoist Banshan, still have a somewhat low reputation in the Big Dipper World.
If you cause trouble in the future, please tell me my name and keep it for you.
If someone kills you without giving face, you can rest assured, I will definitely help you avenge you.
Now I will send you to the main world to fight with those real geniuses.
Don't resist, resisting is useless.
Hee hee hee..."
The projection of the young man who claimed to be Taoist Banshan flickered for a while. He was ready to fight, but no power appeared.
Then, the young man's projection became clear again, but his temperament was much more decadent.
"Looks like I've died."
"Damn it, I have long said that there is no reward for going against the will of heaven. Isn't it enough to live for 1.8 million years?
But who made me owe a favor?"
"Juniors who have received my inheritance, I don't care whether you become an immortal or a demon in the future.
If you have the opportunity to meet a woman named Yao Guang, ask her if she still remembers a man named Ding Yi?
If she still remembers it, tell her for me... Ding Yi misses her very much.
Mud, everyone is already dead anyway, so just be embarrassed.
In return, this is what I leave to you."
When the projection ended, the spirit of mist suddenly grew in size and turned into a mountain with a height of 100 feet, with two big characters engraved on it - moving mountains.
Well, the name of the mountain is Bishan, and it has a lot of character.
A glowing portal opened between the two large characters.
Fang Chang thought that if he left something behind after moving the mountain, it might be the inheritance and treasure he left behind.
Although he is not short of inheritance and money, who would dislike the fact that he has many treasures.
And there may be gossip about Taoist Banshan and Yaoguang in it.
He just doesn’t know if this Yao Guang is the same person as the Yao Guang he knows?
Fang Chang stepped into Bianshan Cave Mansion.
The area of the cave is small, only two to three hundred square meters, and the layout is very simple, but there are many rooms such as alchemy room, weapon refining room, study room, quiet room, material room, etc., all of which are fully equipped.
There is an alchemy furnace in the alchemy room. There is a sea-blue flame in it. The light is very weak and will almost go out at any time.
But it can persist for tens of thousands of years without being extinguished. One can imagine the quality of this spiritual fire.
Fang Chang unceremoniously accepted the alchemy furnace and the spiritual fire together.
There are also several bottles of refined elixir inside, but even if there are jade bottles to seal them, the spiritual energy has been lost over time, leaving only the dregs of the medicine.
Next is the refining room.
The refining room is empty and brand new, just like when it was first opened. There is only a large refining cauldron with a closed lid.
In terms of quality, it is almost the same as an alchemy furnace, and probably looks like a top-grade magic weapon.
Fang Chang touched it and found that there was still a trace of warmth.
He opened the lid and saw a golden light rising into the sky. It was a pair of golden gloves, and the spiritual light almost overflowed.
Fang Chang caught it easily, which was a bit unexpected.
As I acquired the gloves, information about the gloves also flowed into my mind.
The glove is called Split Qiong, and it has been cultivated in the great weapon refining cauldron for tens of thousands of years. It has reached the level of a top-quality magic weapon. If it were not for the lack of suitable weapon spirits to refine it, it would be possible to refine it into an ancient treasure.
I don’t know why Taoist Master Banshan didn’t take it away in the first place.
The most suitable profession for this treasure is Wuzong.
If you can wear this pair of gloves, it will be easy to split the magic weapon with your bare hands.
Fang Chang put away his gloves and now became more interested in the remaining treasures of the Taoist monk.
Although the mountain-moving Taoist looks unremarkable from the projection, he is unexpectedly generous.
