Magic weapons, elixirs, and then the inheritance in the study.
Taoist Banshan did not pretend to be mysterious, and his main skill, "Demon Ape Overturning the Sky", was placed generously on the bookshelf in the middle.
Perhaps for fear that visitors would not pay enough attention to it, the heritage jade slips were dyed with a layer of gold, making them low-key and luxurious, and looked like high-end products at first glance.
"Demon ape? Move mountains?"
Fang Chang took the jade slips and went through the information roughly.
There were no restrictions in the jade slips, so he easily obtained the information on Taoist Bishan's techniques.
"Devil Ape Overturning the Sky Technique" is a mid-level Dao-level skill, suitable for martial arts practice. It uses the human body to devour the essence and blood of ancient gods and demons. After mastering the skill, one can physically compare to gods and demons, and move mountains with one hand.
The Taoist Master Banshan swallowed the essence and blood of the powerful demon ape back then and became famous for his power in moving mountains.
"It seems that Yang Qi's ability to transform into a powerful demon ape has something to do with the mountain-moving Taoist.
Perhaps Taoist Banshan left the essence and blood of the powerful demon ape in the mountain world, and later spread it accidentally and was obtained by Yang Qi."
Fang Chang couldn't help but shake his head.
Counting this way, I can be considered as having fought against Taoist Banshan Taoist from a distance.
Although this technique is powerful, I have already cultivated the three realms of soul, body, and magic. There is no room for the fourth technique, and I don't have the time to practice it again.
"But don't worry, I will definitely find a suitable successor for you."
Fang Chang put the jade slips away and began to search for other jade slips and some paper notes on the bookshelf.
The jade slips record other skills of Banshan Taoist, as well as professional inheritance.
After all, judging from the layout of the alchemy room and the weapon refining room, Taoist Banshan is also versatile. You can't just say that he is a brute because he is a martial artist.
In addition to martial arts, Taoist Banshan also practiced different skills such as cultivating weapons, alchemy, formations, and runes.
However, these inheritances may have been lacking in the past, but since he obtained the inheritance of the Demon Eye Sect and the Shanhe Realm, a shared platform established by the Queen herself, he has not worried about this.
To him, what is more valuable are the experience notes contained in it.
These things can be brought back to Qingxiao City and handed over to the monks from the Qi Department and Dan Department to study the wisdom of the ancient monks.
After a long period of time, only the empty shell of the paper notebook is left. When touched by the hand, the notebook will turn into powder.
However, Fang Chang was very careful. He had never even touched his wife so carefully. His consciousness turned into the gentlest gaze and he carefully read the written records in the note.
Thanks again to an unknown person for unifying the text.
Otherwise, after so many years of evolution, he might not even know the writing of Taoist Banshan.
Most of the notebooks contain essays by Taoist Banshan, including poems expressing feelings, small notebooks for remembering grudges, prose about sadness in spring and autumn, and diaries of remembrance of the past.
Reading between the lines, Fang Chang seemed to see an unruly young man using a pair of iron fists to rush into the world of spiritual practice and carve out a world for himself.
Of course, Fang Chang also saw what he wanted most.
Taoist Bishan and Yaoguang's Bagua.
However, there are not many recorded things, only two small diaries. One is about meeting each other for the first time, and the other is about meeting again.
But it is not difficult to see Taoist Banshan's admiration for this woman named Yaoguang, and his hesitation to meet his sweetheart again.
It was clear that at that time he was already a powerful caveman who could open up secret realms, but facing the former goddess, he still looked like the clumsy young man he was back then.
Fang Chang carefully kept the diary and prepared to give it to Yao Guang as a gift.
One is to fulfill Taoist Banshan's last wish, and the other is to see Yao Guang's reaction.
As a latent Lezi person, this kind of gossip that has been brewing for tens of thousands of years rarely comes across in life.
From Taoist Banshan's notes, Fang Chang has determined that the Yaoguang he mentioned and the Yaoguang he thought were basically the same person.
Because Taoist Banshan complained about the Nine Phoenix Empress several times, saying that if the Nine Phoenix Empress hadn't stopped her, he would have embraced his love long ago.
Fang Chang felt that apart from the Yao Guang he knew, there should be no other Yao Guang under the Queen's command.
But...how did a weapon spirit get mixed up with a human monk?
Fang Chang plundered the study room, followed by the utility room and the small warehouse. Most of them contained spiritual materials that had lost their spirituality, and there was nothing worth introducing.
The power of time is silent but present everywhere.
It's just a pity that Taoist Banshan didn't plant some magic medicine, even if he planted roots of grass, after tens of thousands of years, it would still be the magic grass of ten thousand years.
Fang Chang ransacked Taoist Banshan's cave out of dissatisfaction.
Well, overall, the harvest is great.
Take Taoist Banshan's main technique as an example, it is enough to stir up a bloody storm in the outside world and make the great monk Yuanying die for it.
For some spiritual transformation monks with little knowledge, they are willing to pay a high price for it.
Even if it is exchanged in the mountain and river world, a middle-grade inheritance jade slip of the Dao level will start with 100,000 points for one inheritance opportunity, otherwise there is no chance of touching it.
And there aren’t many choices.
After all, it is not easy to make jade slips of Taoist skills.
Even Fang Chang can only now make the inheritance jade slip of "Bo Xun Guan Dao", and every time he makes the jade slip of the martial arts, his soul will be weak and it will take a long time to recover.
The more advanced the technique, the higher the requirements and efforts on the producer.
To a certain extent, this is also a reason that restricts the widespread spread of high-level exercises.
As for the magic weapon fist glove that has reached the highest level and is only one step away from becoming an ancient treasure, there is also a wisp of spiritual fire that has been burning for tens of thousands of years.
These two things are more helpful to each other than the exercises.
After all, no matter how precious something is, if you can't use it, it's just as good as nothing.
After Fang Chang simply tidied up and confirmed that nothing was missing, he left the Bianshan Cave Mansion.
Looking at the Bianshan Cave Mansion incarnated by the spirit of mist, Fang Chang couldn't help but touch his wrist. He was wearing a pair of boxing gloves. After simple refining, they had become one with his palm.
At this moment, the glove is missing a weapon spirit. What will happen if the spirit of mist is refined into it? Can it reach the standard of an ancient treasure?
After all, it has existed for tens of thousands of years, or even longer, and its spirituality is naturally sufficient.
If it weren't for the Taoist who moved the mountain, the spirit of the mist would probably have developed real spiritual wisdom long ago.
Thinking of this, Fang Chang felt that he was not too anxious to sacrifice the mountain world, and it would take some time to transfer people.
The huge hilly world is also a talent base.
Fang Chang put away the spirit of mist, turned around and flew towards the mountain army.
…
Another two months.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Chang has been in the hilly world for nearly half a year.
space channel.
As the last batch of personnel evacuated, Min Jun, the former left-behind man of Wan Shen Mansion, took one last longing look at the hill boundary.
Although I have only been stationed in this world for more than two years, too many things have happened in these two years.
From a quasi-core executive with a promising future in the Wanshen Mansion, he has become a remnant abandoned by his master. His life is always in danger, and his identity and status have undergone earth-shaking changes.
If he had not stayed in the mountain world at that time, his fate at this moment might have gone in another direction.
He doesn't know whether the current results are good or bad.
The only good news is that City Lord Fang finally spoke up and did not settle with them, the remnants of the former Ten Thousand Gods Mansion, and gave them a more relaxed condition.
As long as he swears not to go against the forces of Qingxiao City in the future, he will be given his freedom and allowed to come and go.
Of course, most people have chosen to join. Who knows if they don’t join or they will disappear halfway.
The word freedom is easy to say, but in this world, who can truly be free, it is better to find a big force to join, at least their life is guaranteed.
Min Jun saluted Fang Chang, who was standing on a mountain a hundred feet high.
"Lord City Lord, my subordinates resign."
He turned around and entered the space passage. The forces that had joined Fang Chang since then, including the mountain army and other monks, were all sent out of the mountain world.
Different from the Hundred Flowers Realm, the migration of the Hill Realm this time was relatively hasty. There was only one force, the Hill Army, and it had not yet completely migrated, with a total population of less than one million.
Many monks in the mountain army are still in great grief over the death of five elders. Various rumors have been spread and they dare not return to the mountain easily.
As for the other big bandit forces, because their forces were too scattered and these people were used to being free and loose, they were not easy to discipline. Fang Chang did not have time to subdue them one by one, so he just let them go.
As long as these people are not stupid enough to provoke me.
Fang Chang cast his gaze towards the horizon and couldn't help but shook his head and said:
"Life is so precious, why don't you know how to cherish it?"
It turned out that at some point, a group of monks with different temperaments gathered around them. According to the people in this world, they were bandits.
Moreover, he is also a big bandit among bandits, and he is a troublesome opponent for even the mountain army.
Every monk who can be called a great mountain bandit is someone who has escaped the encirclement and pursuit of the mountain army. The lowest level of cultivation is the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
At this time, no less than twenty people came, and the best among them was the one who had fought against the veterans of the mountain army without losing.
"The foreign monk left the treasure of the King of the Hill behind, and we allow you to leave!"
A tall male monk with a head full of curly hair that looked like a lion's head said loudly.
"This is the treasure left to us by the King of the Hill. Your Excellency comes from a wealthy family and is a powerful force in the main world. Why should you compete with us poor monks in the countryside?"
A tall and thin monk with a clear face, holding a paper fan, and polite.
"My little brother is so handsome, he might not be able to marry into our hill community. Then we will become a family and share the treasure of the king of the hill together, okay?"
A childlike female cultivator with a very low neckline, extremely white skin, and a sweet smile licked her lips towards Fang Chang.
"..."
There were other big bandits who also spoke, and their words were different, but without exception they all related to the treasure of the King of the Hill.
That is the lifelong goal that many bandits in the mountain world pursue.
So after learning that the treasure of the King of the Hill had been obtained by a foreign monk, many big mountain thieves united together with the help of caring people, and specifically chose this moment to attack when their strength was lacking.
Fang Chang sighed and said:
"I really don't know what kind of curse you are under, to be so obsessed with the treasure of the King of the Hill, and to deceive you with a baseless piece of news.
Originally, I only thought of having three or five people.
After all, if a fool dies, he will die.
Lian Peng, you did a good job."
As soon as he pointed out, the surrounding mountains surged, rocks and giant trees fell, the earth trembled, and a golden light curtain rose from the ground, covering an area of dozens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.
"But now that you're here, don't leave."
"Lian Peng, you betrayed us!"
The expressions of many big bandits changed: "Is this a trap?!"
Their consciousness scanned the surrounding void, but they found that there was no ambush at all, and there was only Fang Chang from beginning to end.
The magic circle seemed mysterious, but it did not pose any threat to them.
Among the bandits, Lian Peng's figure appeared, saluted Fang Chang, and then said to the bandits:
"I am not lying to you. The treasure of the King of the Hill is real, and it is also true that there is only one Lord of the City.
But to the Lord of the City, no matter how many of you come here, you are still just like a chicken and a dog, and you are vulnerable to a single blow."
"Mysterious!"
"That's too much!"
"Let's all come together, grab his soul and refine it, and then we will all share the treasure of the King of the Hill equally!"
The many flashes of spiritual light are the unique tricks of the big bandits.
The magic weapon dances with the spiritual arts, and the vast power sweeps across the space, and strange phenomena such as sky fire, mysterious thunder, dark wind, and blood rain emerge one after another.
But Fang Chang just raised his hand gently, and golden light rose into the sky.
"Heaven Sacrifice Array!"
At this moment, Tiandao's gaze was cast down along with the light of the magic circle, and the entire mountain realm made a roaring sound, as if there were countless thunders exploding in the sky.
Fang Chang also felt that the restraints on his body were gone.
During the time that Tiandao's gaze was cast, the rules of the mountain world no longer restricted him at all.
At this moment, he just spoke softly, as if he was following his words.
"Disperse!"
Many of the visions that had already arrived immediately lost their power, like bubbles that were gently popped, and a bunch of beautiful fireworks bloomed.
The air suddenly fell into silence.
All the big bandits looked at Fang Chang in horror. As the upper limit of the mountain boundary was briefly removed, they felt the gap between themselves and Fang Chang.
"escape!"
These big bandits made a prompt decision.
In addition to their superior strength, their ability to survive to this day is also an important reason for judging the situation. Those who are truly stubborn have long since become trophies under the encirclement and suppression of the mountain army.
But Fang Chang led them here, how could he let them go so easily.
"Ghost Hands!"
Ghost hands that seemed to stretch out from the Nine Nether Hells reached out from the void, grabbing each and every big bandit like a little chicken.
The many great bandits who can control the wind and rain outside, and the great monks of Nascent Soul who have lived for thousands of years, are no different from young children at this moment.
The huge gap in realm is really too disappointing.
Not to mention Fang Chang, who has many advantages and has almost no shortcomings. He is just a little slow when dealing with ancient bosses like Yang Qi, but the skills are also relative.
"You are lucky enough to be my sacrifice today, so go ahead."
Fang Chang's face was expressionless, and he took out a pair of gloves from his hands. All the energy, blood and soul of each big bandit were absorbed by his fists.
This is exactly the magic method, the magic weapon of blood sacrifice.
Fang Chang's weapon refiner level was not high, so he had to find another way to refine the weapon spirit for the cracked sky. These big bandits were the sacrifices he chose.
Although it is fishing law enforcement, he is the one who makes the rules now.
"Come!"
As soon as Fang Chang stepped on it, the mountain peak transformed by the spirit of mist split open, and a hazy white mist appeared, and then penetrated into the fist glove.
All this sounds like a long time, but it is actually just a matter of seconds.
After all, this is to collect the wool of the Tiandao boss, so the time can be as short as possible.
Fang Chang held up the mountain peak formed by the boundary stone and presented it to the eye in the sky.
behind.
The glove was emitting a faint blood light, and there was a sea of blood beneath him, with dozens of corpses floating and sinking, and the spirit of the mist was ignorant.
Outside the sky, pieces of black debris fell.
Lian Peng's expression changed drastically, feeling the destructive power of heaven and earth, he shouted.
