Chonglou casually took out an object, which was a Xuantian Spiritual Treasure-level treasure such as the Soul-Suppressing Pearl. From this, it can be seen that its origin is really extraordinary.
Chonglou looked at him warily, the soul-suppressing pearl entered his stomach, and there was a faint flash of sharpness in the wide sleeves of his robe.
"Boy, don't make any irreversible ideas. As long as you treat my injuries properly, you will definitely be rewarded!"
Liu Qinghuan smiled and did not refute. He put away the elixir bottle he just took out: "Since you have the soul-suppressing beads in your hand, the elixirs I prepared are a bit redundant."
But he didn't want to be snatched back by the other party, so he uncorked the bottle, looked at it, and put it away with satisfaction: "Who said it's useless? Keep an account, and we'll do the math together in the end."
"Okay, let's get started." Liu Qinghuan sat down opposite him: "Are you sure that Zi Gu's aura has left this world? Don't make mistakes in the middle, or you won't be able to stop it."
Chonglou said solemnly: "I will not joke with my life. You help me protect the law. I will suppress the mother Gu first, and then you will need help in the subsequent removal stage."
The two of them had already discussed the rules of conduct before and would not say more at this time.
Chonglou closed his eyes, and a light blue virtual fire rose up from his body, making him look ethereal. However, after a while, a look of pain gradually appeared on his face, black shadows were stirring under his skin, and his breath became more and more unstable.
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Liu Qinghuan sat opposite him, paying attention to the other party's situation and always ready to take action.
Since the Same Soul Gu is connected to the divine soul, any slight movement may cause the other party to be alert and cause backlash. Therefore, the process of suppression must be extremely careful and patient. Needless to say, it is dangerous.
Liu Qinghuan didn't know what method Chonglou had to suppress the ferocious Soul Gu, but since the other party was full of confidence, he didn't bother to ask. He only needed to take action when pulling out the Gu, and after pulling it out, he quickly stabilized it with Qingmu Qi.
His broken body and soul.
The closed formation isolated the noise from the outside world, and the cave was not opened for more than half a month. Fu Bao went to the door and walked around as a routine, and then walked back to the front yard.
"I told you to go back first. Master has something urgent to do now. I don't know when he will come out of seclusion."
Waiting in the courtyard were the elder Zuying and his clansmen. After hearing Fubao's words, several clansmen looked at their clan leader anxiously.
The clan leader’s city is much deeper than that of the clan members. Ying smiled steadily and said: “What your lord is saying is, wasn’t this another elixir planted a few days ago?
Let’s go back and test the spiritual seeds. Anyway, we are pretty busy with things in the fields now. Since Master Immortal is busy, we can just wait.”
This long human race really has some talent for growing medicine. The elixirs that cannot be grown in the hands of other races can survive in their hands, but not many of them survive.
Just two days ago, Ying brought a dozen people with him to deliver the recently grown elixir. After that, he said he wanted to see Liu Qinghuan but refused to leave.
Fu Bao grinned, really pretending that he couldn't see that they obviously had something to ask of their master.
"It's up to you. Let me tell you first. My master may not know when he will be released from seclusion. It could be anywhere from ten to eight years."
After scaring him, Fu Bao walked away, leaving behind a bunch of worried elders.
Fortunately, Liu Qinghuan was not in seclusion this time. After a few days, the closed door of the quiet room was opened.
Fu Bao heard the noise and ran over. He saw Liu Qinghuan coming out alone and peering into the door.
"Master, is that man dead?"
Liu Qinghuan closed the magic circle again and said tiredly: "What nonsense are you talking about? With me here, can you let him die?"
Fu Bao chuckled: "That is, if it falls into the hands of the master, he will not be able to die even if he wants to!"
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh and walked to his bedroom: "The same soul poison of the person upstairs has been removed, but it will take some time to fully recover. I'm going to take a rest first."
Fu Bao thought for a while, the elders had been waiting for so long anyway, and it didn't matter if they waited a few more days, so he didn't mention that the other party had been waiting in the gray stone land for a month.
So when Liu Qinghuan finally walked out of the room refreshed, what he saw was the Changren clansman who had knelt on the ground when he came up.
"Lord Qinglin, help me!"
"Please, sir, save our people!"
Liu Qinghuan was shocked by their loud cries and howls and took two steps back, but after listening for a long time, he still didn't hear the ugly Yinmao. He pointed at Yingdao: "Shut up, everyone else!"
Ying ordered the clan members to be quiet, and then pulled out one person from the crowd. He said with anxiety and a hint of guilt on his face: "Sir, this is the flower of the Shuixiu clan..."
Liu Qinghuan looked at the woman Ying pulled out in surprise. Although she had grown up, she still had beautiful features and a good-looking face. She was clearly the little girl he met when he was patrolling the territory that year.
As Ying narrated, a matter that had been hidden for many years finally appeared in front of Liu Qinghuan.
In the Zhuoyuan, in addition to foreign races, there are also human races. However, this human race is somewhat different from the ordinary human race. Going back thousands of years, most of their ancestors were born from foreign monks who had intercourse with foreign races here, and they were passed down from generation to generation.
, gradually became a special ethnic group, that is, the Shuixiu tribe.
The Shuixiu tribe looks similar to the human race in appearance, but they were born and raised here, and they also have their own ethnic talent, which is that they are good at growing medicinal plants.
Although there is not much spiritual energy in the Zhuoyuan, there are many strange and strange crops. If they want to leave this place, the demon cultivators will use any means to increase their strength. Being good at growing medicinal plants is obviously an extremely useful thing.
talent.
If that's the case, it's okay. At most, they can just be like the Gray Stone Clan and let them farm the land. However, most of the Water Cultivation Clan members have good looks, so they are very popular among the powerful demon cultivators in the Zhuoyuan.
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It's okay to be trapped in a cage, but if you encounter a cruel person, it may even become a tonic.
In Liu Qinghuan's territory, there is a water cultivator tribe who fled to escape their tragic fate. Many years ago, they luckily escaped from the Wuling Master who was busy climbing Dao Wuya and was unprepared. Later, with the help of the Chang Human Tribe,
Cover, hide on both sides of the river.
Years of doubts were finally solved. It seemed that Hu Si suddenly came to the gray stone land to look for people from this clan. However, he was defeated by him later and failed to do so.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And now the reason why the water cultivators come to Liu Qinghuan is because the other tribe members who did not escape are now in the hands of another demon cultivator, and their life is extremely miserable.
good.
"...Lord Si (si) in the east is so terrible. He actually cooks and eats our people as food. Please save them, Lord Qinglin!"
Hua'er cried with tears streaming down her face and banged her head, and soon there was blood on her forehead.
The room was filled with crying again, and the sorrow and misery of being oppressed for a long time seemed to come to my face.
Liu Qinghuan glanced over and could easily distinguish among the people three Shuixiu tribe members, two men and one woman. Although their appearance was similar to that of the Changren tribe, the beauty of the men and women could be distinguished at a glance.
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He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache and said helplessly: "Don't cry anymore. If you cry again, I won't care about it."
When Ying heard that there was a way out, he quickly advised: "Stop howling, Lord Qinglin is about to speak!"
The crying finally stopped. Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment and said, "You come to me for help, aren't you afraid that I will treat you the same as those people outside?"
Unexpectedly, Hua'er raised her head, her eyes filled with trust and dependence: "For so many years, your Excellency has been treating us small tribes very well, collecting very little land rent, and giving us spiritual seeds to keep us fed.
I am scared, so you are a good person."
Liu Qinghuan, who is known as a good person, twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly looked at her carefully in surprise, and said: "Stand over here, stretch out your hand and let me see."
Hua'er looked at him confused, but still got up from the ground obediently.
Liu Qinghuan put a finger on her wrist, and a ray of spiritual power quickly traveled around her body, and the surprise in his eyes became even stronger.
Hua'er felt a cool feeling penetrate into her stomach, and couldn't help but timidly shouted: "Master Qinglin?"
Liu Qinghuan called other Shuixiu tribe members to come forward and explored their Dantian respectively, and couldn't help but fall into silence.
No wonder people of this clan are treated as furnaces. Each of the five people here has pure or mixed water spirit roots, and three of them are Kun water bodies!