The gurgling spring water would have made Kong Xuan feel relaxed, but the panic rising from the bottom of his heart made him tense up.
Wrapped up by the black energy, Kong Xuan passed away unscathed, but as soon as he woke up, he saw a strange man with disheveled hair staring at him with a green light in his eyes.
"Boy, come and play with the ancestor." The weirdo's teasing gaze made Kong Xuan tense up.
"Senior..." Kong Xuan responded bravely, "I wonder what your instructions are, senior?"
The weirdo looked thoughtful, "What can a little guy in the Tongmai stage do with me? Well... first remove all your bones and then put them back together again?"
Don't worry, I'm afraid there will be a few parts left when you put them back together. Kong Xuan broke into a cold sweat. He used to dismantle tape recorders, computers, etc., and when he put them back together, a few extra screws would often come out.
"Should I let you try to dodge a few fire ring attacks in one breath?"
Bird! I'm not from the circus! Kong Xuan's back is also wet.
"Why don't you draw out your soul and spirit and see how long you can light the magic fire golden lamp?"
There was no place on Kong Xuan's body that was dry.
"Senior, just give me a good time." Kong Xuan risked his life, and he also saw that this old guy was just trying to scare him. He said with a fat look on his face: "If you light the magic fire golden lantern, your soul will be wiped out.
No one will play with you, old man."
"Humph!" The weirdo snorted coldly, and suddenly waved his hand and waved a black light. The black light brushed past Kong Xuan's ear, and a piece of black hair fell slowly. The hair suddenly ignited without fire in mid-air and turned into ashes.
"Gulu..." Kong Xuan swallowed. He had already greeted the old monster's eight times ancestor in his heart, but his lips were pursed tightly.
"You are smart, kid." The old monster sneered again and again, but then he changed his smile: "Boy, what do you think of my black evil light? Do you want to teach me how to use it?"
Kong Xuan was about to cry.
"Don't look at me with that pitiful look." The old monster laughed, "My old man has been locked up in this weird place for nearly a hundred years. He just ate it up when he saw no strangers."
Only then did Kong Xuan notice that there were eight black locks behind the old monster, and the other end of the black locks was hanging on the ceiling of the cave.
This old monster is extremely powerful, definitely much more powerful than Kong Xuan's cheap grandfather. In other words, he is at least a great monk who can subdue the dragon and tiger energy. I don't know who in this great victorious country has the ability to lock him up here.
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"Quack, if you roll your eyes around, I know you're not a good guy." The old man smiled strangely, "No need to guess. Did you see that the aura of this chain is dim and the energy has been exhausted? In more than one year, old man
After I have served a hundred years in prison, I will be able to escape..." As he spoke, he rambled for a while, talking about how powerful the black lock was, and how powerful he was when he was imprisoned again.
Kong Xuan slandered: "If you, old guy, had the means to get out of trouble and rape your enemy's chrysanthemums, why would you have to wait until a year later?" After a change of thought, it was strange again. This old monster only said that he was being tortured, but he didn't
Instead of being suppressed by the enemy, could it be that he was a disciple of the Tianluo Sword Sect on this mountain range who made mistakes and was punished?
Immediately, Kong Xuan and other old monsters talked happily, and asked during the break: "Senior, are you the venerable Tianluo Sword Sect?"
"Tianluo Sword Sect?" The old monster was silent for a moment, "Are you a member of Tianluo Sword Sect?"
"No... I just intentionally joined the sect." Kong Xuan did not hide anything, and immediately explained in detail the matter of opening the Tianluo Sword Sect and recruiting disciples.
Kong Xuan also made a mental calculation. This old monster threatened him repeatedly but did not actually hurt himself. He should not have any ill intentions. Furthermore, even if he has evil intentions, our little rookie is not worthy of his old man's scheming?
, I don’t want to die for tens of thousands of years, so I’d better confess and be lenient. Maybe this old weirdo can show some kindness and let me go quickly, so as not to ruin my future...
At this time, a day and night have passed, and there are still nine days until the Tianluo Sword Sect will hold a competition in Qingjiang City to select disciples.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the old monster snorted coldly and cursed: "Short-sighted! What the Luo Jianmen was that day, a group of reckless men who only knew how to dance with guns and sticks! And they all looked at people with their nostrils..."
He poured a few basins of dirty water on the Tianluo Jianmen's head, and then scolded him without any hesitation: "You are also an idiot. Joining such a sect has a far-fetched future..."
There are a lot of ramblings, and the core meaning is to let Kong Xuan give up this idea as soon as possible, and stay here with the old monster for a year, and when he gets out of trouble, he will be like him.
Kong Xuan's head was as big as a bucket after hearing this, and he probably couldn't persuade the old monster, so he just wandered away.
Entering the channel-opening stage, although Kong Xuan's eyesight has not yet been able to produce electricity in the void, night vision is not difficult. Looking from all directions, this place where the old monster is imprisoned is penetrated by an underground Yin river, and the gurgling water exudes cold air.
Left and right, not knowing where it is going.
Kong Xuan suddenly let out a cry of surprise, but he found that there was a pile of various colored balls near the old monster. They were all bright in color, round and flawless, with a faint light, as if there was infinite potential flowing inside, and they were all monsters.
Neidan!
These inner elixirs range from big to small, with the smallest being no bigger than a thumb, and the big ones being as big as a baby's fist. Kong Xuan was secretly frightened when he saw it. The spirit must at least have no air leakage before it can reunite its own essence and nourish the inner elixir. Look at that
An inner elixir the size of a baby's fist must be produced by at least a Void Stage spirit monster. Looking at the pile, there are at least twenty of them. Is it possible that the old monsters have killed half of the mountains of spirit monsters?
Kong Xuan didn't know that when he was trapped, the old monster couldn't calm down. He simply used a trick to attract the mountain spirits, causing those monsters with no air leakage and above to riot, rush into the cave, and be imprisoned and played by him.
, later on, he got tired of these monsters and their stupid minds. Except for a few that looked pleasing to the eye, he let them go. The rest were chopped clean, and their bones were thrown into the Yin River and floated along the water, leaving only these inner elixirs.
For a time, the high-level spirits in Black Wind Ridge were almost extinct. The golden eagle and demon ape that Kong Xuan saw before were the lucky ones who were spared. Now they can be regarded as successful in cultivation, but they never dare to step into the cave again.
The valley is occupied by the Flame Wolf.
It was also that spirit riot that gave Black Wind Ridge a prestigious reputation that no one could enter.
"Sure enough, he is a money addict, his eyes are about to fall off." The old weirdo also noticed that Kong Xuan had no intention of listening to what he said, and suddenly felt that it was boring, and suddenly changed his mind: "Boy, if you have anything that can make my ancestor feel interesting
Things, how about my ancestor exchanging these inner elixirs with you?"
The old weirdo also wanted to give it a try, but he didn't care much. He just thought that there was something that a young monk in the channeling stage could be interested in?
But he didn't know that Kong Xuan possessed the Immortal Ascension System, and there were countless things in the exchange mall. The Immortal Illusion Secret Realm was said to be the perfect collection of immortals and heroes, with all kinds of props as numerous as stars and as many as the sands of the Ganges. Although Kong Xuan's level was too low at this time,
The props that can be redeemed are all low-level items, but most of the fun toys in the game are low-level items, which are useless for practice, but they are excellent for fun!
Kong Xuan immediately panted and flipped through the exchange list. Fortunately, he still remembered to pretend to reach out and fumble around in his arms to cover up. After a while of flipping through the exchange list, Kong Xuan found a toy. He quickly confirmed the selection.
In exchange for the money, Kong Xuan took out a fist-sized machine bird from his arms.
This machine bird is just a first-level magic weapon. It has no attack power and no additional attributes. Its only use is to allow people to attach their spiritual thoughts to it and browse the scenery everywhere. The exchange price is also cheap, only fifty silver.
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Kong Xuan handed the machine bird to the old monster, staring at the pile of inner elixirs with salivation, thinking in his mind how many inner elixirs he should exchange with the old monster. Four? Well, the number is unlucky, so he should exchange for five. Anyway, he kept it.
It’s no use either….
What he didn't see was that when the machine bird was taken out, the old monster had a strange look on his face, and his eyes looked at him with evil intentions.
The old monster slapped Kong Xuan on the forehead and shouted: "Hey! That kid, you still dare to deceive the ancestor and say! Which bastard son are you? Didn't my master teach you before going down the mountain? We are the only ones in this deserted state.
Does the Tiangongmen lineage have an inheritance of mechanical arts?"
Kong Xuan was angry: "Banana, you guava, you old fool, what kind of Tiangong sect, what kind of master, I have no sect, no sect, just a single person! What kind of Tiangong sect, no sect of earthwork, I don't have any
Got it! We agreed to barter, but the one who defaulted on the bill was a fool... Well, I'm just saying... Actually, it's okay to give a little less... How about you watch and give me a little, so that I don't give it away for nothing?"
Later, I found that the old weirdo had a fierce and ferocious light in his eyes, and his tone suddenly weakened, as if he was aggrieved.
"Hmph! That's nonsense. Only the Tiangongmen lineage in Huangzhou has the inheritance of mechanical arts. Where do you come from?" The old monster said in disbelief.
"I...I am a giant panda, am I self-taught?"
"Self-taught? Do you think the art of mechanism is just a piece of cabbage? Okay!" The old weirdo stretched out his hand on his waist and threw out a pile of wood, "Then you can teach yourself in front of the ancestor! Show it to the ancestor.
Your ability!
Kong Xuan didn't worry about this. He had already seen that there were machine blueprints for sale in the exchange mall. He couldn't afford the high-end machine blueprints. The low-level machine bird blueprints only cost ten silver, but he could still afford it.
"I don't know how much space the old monster's storage belt has, but this thing is much more expensive than the storage bag. The minimum storage space is ten meters around. They are all good things." Kong Xuan muttered, and his mind sank into the exchange mall.
