When the entire Eastern Region was in excitement about the battle at Yulong Mountain.
Xiao Changfeng has returned to Dawu with Zhao Sanqing and others.
Xiao Changfeng did not go to Kyoto this time.
Instead, he headed straight for Qinglong Mountain.
Qinglong Mountain remained the same, Xiao Changfeng opened the Yin and Yang Nine Palaces Formation and allowed everyone to enter.
"The spiritual energy is so rich, it's almost a hundred times more powerful than outside."
Stepping into Qinglong Mountain, you will be greeted by billowing spiritual energy, as if you have stepped from the desert into an oasis.
The rich spiritual energy turns into mist, making people's pores wide open and absorbing greedily.
As far as the eye can see, it is even more lush and green.
There are elixirs everywhere on the cliffs, between the cliffs, and even on both sides of the stone steps.
When the Yin-Yang Nine Palace Formation was originally laid out, Xiao Changfeng sown many seeds of elixirs.
Nourished by hundreds of times of spiritual energy, it also grew crazily, and the strongest one now has a medicine age of fifty or sixty years.
You know, it has only been more than half a year since Qinglong Mountain was established.
If this continues, it won't take long before there will be a century-old elixir.
If we continue to nourish it, I am afraid that it is not impossible to have a thousand-year elixir, or even a ten-year elixir.
"Master Xiao, the environment here is much better than that of my Medicine King's Residence. It is worthy of being called a Little Holy Land!"
Zhao Sanqing stroked his beard and smiled, his face full of joy.
The entire Qinglong Mountain is equivalent to a large medicinal garden, which is really a huge temptation for him who is obsessed with refining medicine.
"Every time I come here, I can feel Master Xiao's magical methods and I have to admire him!"
Xue Feixian also expressed appreciation.
He traveled all over the country and visited holy places, so he admired Qinglong Mountain even more.
After all, those holy places are all built up over tens of millions of years, and they are also occupied by saints.
However, Qinglong Mountain is only one of Xiao Changfeng's magic formations, but it can rival the Holy Land. How extraordinary.
"Anyway, there is a place for you to live here. You can stay there as long as you want."
Xiao Changfeng smiled slightly and waved his hand to mark Zhao Sanqing and Xue Feixian.
In this way, the two of them can go in and out freely.
"Thank you Master Xiao!"
Feeling the presence of the brand, the two people's faces showed joy.
"There is no need to say thank you. You traveled thousands of miles to go to Dayuan to rescue me. I have recorded this feeling. This is just a small reward."
Xiao Changfeng waved his hand.
"Groan!"
The spiritual mist surged, and a huge figure emerged from the spiritual mist.
It is the formation spirit of the Yin-Yang Nine Palaces Formation, the mist blue dragon.
At this time, the mist green dragon is more handsome and lifelike than before. Its original length of 100 meters has now grown to 150 meters.
"Xiaoqing!"
A cheerful voice sounded from Xiao Changfeng's wrist.
I saw the Hydra quickly revived, detached from Xiao Changfeng's wrist, and transformed into its 500-meter-long true body again.
"You two go have some fun!"
Xiao Changfeng smiled and then waved them away.
Suddenly the two dragons danced in the air, rolling in the spiritual mist.
Xiao Changfeng, on the other hand, led Zhao Sanqing and others along Lingwu Avenue towards the Fengyu Pavilion on the top of the mountain.
"Through thick and thin, you and I are in the same boat!"
Looking at Fengyu Pavilion, Xiao Changfeng couldn't help but think of Lin Ruoyu.
Every little bit of the past comes to mind in an instant.
"Ruoyu, just wait for me, I will definitely come to find you!"
Opening the door, the huge portrait in the Fengyu Pavilion made Xiao Changfeng miss him.
But soon, Xiao Changfeng suppressed this longing.
He waved his hand to make the ivy grow and turn into four chairs.
The four of them sat down.
"Palace Master Xue, have you learned the art of spiritualism?"
Xiao Changfeng was the first to speak, asking Xue Feixian.
When he first taught Xue Feixian a form of spiritualism, he originally thought it would take him two or three years to master it.
"Master Xiao, spiritualism is indeed a magical secret method that can summon souls. It is very complicated. I have been in seclusion for half a year, and I can barely master it. But each time I summon the soul in red, it only lasts a very short time."
Hearing Xiao Changfeng's inquiry, Xue Feixian showed a satisfied smile on his face.
For him, being able to see Luo Hongyi again is better than anything else.
Now he no longer needs to drink to drown his sorrows, and his whole person looks more and more compelling.
"By the way, Master Xiao, you asked me to find information about your mother. I have been in seclusion for the past six months. Now that I am out of seclusion, I can go and investigate."
For Xue Feixian, falling in red is the most important thing in life.
Therefore, after receiving the spiritualism surgery, he immediately studied and practiced diligently, but he did not have time to do what Xiao Changfeng did.
Xiao Changfeng also expressed his understanding of this.
"Palace Master Xue, Hall Master Zhao, I have found out that my mother's disappearance is related to the Ghost Immortal Sect. I wonder if you know about this sect?"
Xiao Changfeng took the initiative to ask.
Xue Feixian traveled far and wide, while Zhao Sanqing had extensive knowledge.
Maybe they know some news about the Ghost Immortal Sect.
"Ghost Immortal Sect!"
Hearing the words "Guixianzong", Xue Feixian stood up with a loud sound, his eyes showing shock.
Xiao Changfeng's eyes flashed with light, and his expression moved slightly.
"Master Xiao, you don't know something. The South Xinjiang Witch Cult is a branch of the Ghost Immortal Sect."
Zhao Sanqing sighed and took the initiative to speak.
Southern Xinjiang witchcraft?
A branch of the Ghost Immortal Sect?
Xiao Changfeng frowned slightly and looked at Xue Feixian, waiting for him to speak.
"Master Xiao, I have experienced the Southern Xinjiang witchcraft sect several times, and I am most familiar with it."
Xue Feixian sat down again and continued to speak.
"The witch sect is a big sect in southern Xinjiang, comparable to the Great Wu Dynasty. There are four ancestors in the powerful realm, namely the ancestors of the East Witch, the West Witch, the Northern Witch and
The ancestor of the Southern Witch, and above the four ancestors, is the leader of the witch sect and a strong man in the saint realm, called the witch saint!"
"Witch Saint is a member of the Ghost Immortal Sect, and the entire Witch Cult is also a branch of the Ghost Immortal Sect. I don't know anything else. I only know that they mainly collect souls, dead bodies and poisons. They seem to be specially supplied to ghosts.
From the Immortal Sect.”
Xue Feixian told Xiao Changfeng some secrets.
The witchcraft religion is comparable to a holy land, and there are also saints in it.
There are also four ancestors in the powerful realm.
This kind of power alone is enough to arrogantly dominate one party.
You know, there were not even saints in the Yuan Dynasty.
"Soul? Dead body? Poison? These are things needed to maintain the survival of ghosts and gods. Is the witchcraft similar to a logistics department?"
Ghosts and gods are scattered immortals among ghost cultivators. They have not survived the immortal tribulation and cannot become ghost immortals.
Such ghosts and gods are not tolerated by heaven and earth, and their existence is extremely restricted.
Not only can they only survive in places with extremely heavy Yin Qi.
It also requires a lot of energy supplements to survive.
Xiao Changfeng knew very well about ghosts and gods, so he quickly guessed the truth of the matter.
"The survival of ghosts and gods is far more difficult than that of other living beings. I am afraid that this so-called wizard saint, like the Zhenwu saint, is a ghost servant of a certain ghost and god."
Xiao Changfeng's eyes widened and he had a guess in his mind.