Chapter 242 Changes in the Ruins (Congratulations to the Silver Alliance)
There is no sun or moon in cultivation.
After Fang Xi asked Zhong Hongyu to deliver the letter, she drank and had fun with Yan Ying and Xia Houxin for several days, and then fell into a long round of seclusion.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
In the talisman-making room, Fang Xi had disheveled hair and stared at the purple talisman papers in front of her.
Although these talisman papers are blank, their surfaces are aura-like and emit precious light. They are obviously not ordinary items.
"After scrapping it several times, I finally refined a batch of third-level talisman papers... Unfortunately, with my current level of second-level high-grade talisman master, except for refining treasure pattern talismans, everything else is a waste..."
With his current level of cultivation, the failure rate for drawing a third-level treasure talisman is very high.
However, Fang Xi is not greedy either. After this stack of blank talisman papers is used up, if he can create a third-level treasure talisman, he will make his own profit.
A few months later, he came out of the talisman-making room feeling a little depressed and entered the retreat room again, where he began to meditate to restore his power.
‘Kurong Jue’ is slowly operating, bringing new insights every time.
This is the 'Yimu Dharmakaya' that is also fine-tuning the 'Ku Rong'
The running route of "Jue" is very slow compared to the "Aoki Longevity Kung Fu".
Fortunately, Fang Xi is a very patient person, so she just waited slowly.
He took out the technique recorded in the Nascent Soul Stage's "Ku Rong Jue" and continued to meditate on it every day.
Most of the secret techniques in this 'Kurong Jue' can be easily refined by him without any difficulty.
Except for the most profound 'Ku Rong Xuan Guang', this is the case.
Fang Xi's eyes continued down the secret arts chapter, and she saw chapters such as 'Yimu True Fire' and 'Yimu Divine Thunder', which were also magical powers that could be practiced.
'Actually... even the 'Yimu Divine Light' should be able to be cultivated by wood cultivators... It's just that the requirements are a bit higher, and it probably requires a lot of effort by alchemy cultivators who practice top wood cultivators.
, is more likely to be practiced, is it a serious third-level method... Or is it possible for a talented foundation-building monk to practice this divine light?'
Fang Xi touched her chin.
Ever since he cultivated Yimu Dharmakaya, his talent in all wood-type techniques and secret techniques has definitely reached the level of a genius.
When the daily meditation skills were completed, he took out the forbidden jade slips that Ruan Xingling had brought back last time as usual, and began to dismantle them as if he were solving a problem.
Formation masters can unlock the restrictions through continuous understanding of high-level formations, which is also a means to promote the improvement of formation attainments.
Fang Xi tried to analyze it this time, but with a flash of inspiration, she finally broke through one of the knots, revealing most of the restrictions.
As far as the eye can see, there is a ban that exudes a dull golden light, condensed together, and faintly forming a "" shaped symbol.
"This is...Buddhism's 'Four-Sided and Eight-Armed Vajra Protector' Spiritual Restriction?!";
Fang Xi recalled the formation inheritance she had received, and barely recognized it, her expression changed greatly: "No... this restriction is mainly for internal use, to seal some evil monsters! Behind the ruins of the Nine Leaf Sect... I'm afraid the water is very deep.
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As soon as he thought about this, he immediately left the seclusion and sent a letter to the major foundations of Longyu Island, asking them to withdraw quickly, especially not to participate in the core breaking the ban.
"Oh... I hope I can catch up."
Looking at the vast expanse of green lake waves outside the island, Fang Xi sighed quietly.
Even though the Demonic Tree now blocks out the sky and the sun, and its roots cover the entire Dragon Fish Island, he still can't get far away from the island.
If something happens to these subordinates and Ruan Xingling, he may not be able to catch up and take action in time...
At the same time that Fang Xi sent the letter, outside the ruins of Emerald Island.
The female cultivator in green dress whom Fang Xi had met before had a smile on her face, and she was mingling with the foundation-building cultivators, listening to their talk.
"This time the ban on the Emerald Island ruins has been broken, even Ancestor Zhang of the Xuantian Sect and Ancestor Bai Feng of the Immortal City are here..."
Alas...it's a pity that even if there are pill-forming spiritual objects in it, it has no chance of being associated with casual cultivators like us."
"That's what I said, go together, go together..."
The woman in green skirt looked at all this with a smile, and echoed a few words from time to time.
In his heart, he sneered again and again: "The Xuantian Sect... owes my Situ family so many lives, and the subsequent use of swordsmen... This repayment should be repaid..."
Thinking of this, her expression became determined and she flew into the Emerald Island...
A few days later.
Loud noises were heard one after another on the Emerald Island, and a stream of light fled out in embarrassment. It turned out to be the ancestor of Bai Feng!
He looked back with fear, looking in the direction of Emerald Island, with a look of fear and apprehension on his face.
At this time, for some unknown reason, a gray mist began to fill the Emerald Island.
This mist is completely different from the Damengze cloud and mist. It is cold in nature and has a hint of...ghostliness!
"Unexpectedly...the Nine Leaf Sect's core restrictions contain such great terror..."
Ancestor Bai Feng murmured, and his face suddenly turned an abnormal blush.
He quickly activated his power, and the drops of golden elixir in his body swayed, and his face flashed with light. He felt much better. He quickly swallowed a pill to suppress the injury.
At this time, the ghost fog on Emerald Island was getting thicker and thicker, with faint shouts and some kind of howling sound coming from it.
Ancestor Bai Feng couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, turned into a stream of light, and left without looking back.
And after he left the island, there were still some colorful foundation-building escape lights, quickly escaping out of the island as if they were running for their lives...
A few days later.
Yan Dongqing smiled bitterly.
"Ghost cultivator? Or a ghost cultivator at the elixir level..."
Fang Xi murmured to herself.
Of course he knows that the so-called "ghost cultivator" is actually a strange life that is born when a monk's soul remains in the world by chance after his death, and then merges with a piece of netherworld.
In terms of memory, personality, etc., he is completely different from the monk in his lifetime. It can be regarded as a brand new life.
Moreover, ghost cultivators are often unable to leave their own netherworld for too far and for too long, and even their spiritual intelligence is relatively low.
But these shortcomings cannot avoid the advantages of ghost cultivation, which is... living longer!
As long as the energy continuously absorbs the Yin Qi and ghost energy emitted by the Netherworld veins, the lifespan of the ghost cultivator will be quite long.
Yan Dongqing had an unbearable look on his face: "Soon, those ghost cultivators also manipulated the ghost mist to trap the two Pill Formation Ancestors... At the critical moment, the Bai Feng Ancestor abandoned the Xuantian Sect Zhang Ancestor and successfully broke through alone.
As a result, Patriarch Zhang of the Xuantian Sect was besieged by several pill-forming ghost cultivators and almost died on the spot. Later, he used some kind of life-saving secret technique to barely break out of the siege and returned to the Xuantian Sect without looking back..."
"It's hard for you to know so clearly..."
Fang Xi looked at Yan Dongqing in surprise.
Yan Dongqing replied with a wry smile: "There were too many foundation-building monks who saw this scene at that time, and many of them successfully escaped from Emerald Island later on. It has already been spread throughout Wandao Lake..."
"It seems that the decline of the Nine-leaf Sect was inseparable from the ghost cultivators, and the eight-armed Vajra Protector Ban established by this sect in the core area was mainly to ban the netherworld line and many golden elixir ghosts.
Already?"
Fang Xi murmured: "Fortunately, ghost cultivators cannot break away from the shackles of the netherworld... They won't sweep across Wandao Lake, but it seems inevitable that a few ghosts will occasionally run out and go on a killing spree...
..Wandao Lake will be troubled from now on!”
"Isn't it?"
Yan Dongqing complained bitterly: "Those foreign monks will probably just slap their butts and leave. We, the monks from Wandao Lake, will still be cultivating here in the future..."
"Those foreign monks can't get any benefits. I'm afraid they have already suffered heavy casualties in the Emerald Island Incident."
"This is natural, unless the ancestors of the Digital Pill Formation unite
Hands, and then arrange the formation...or go to the Yuan Kingdom to invite an old Yuanying monster, otherwise no one will dare to go to the Emerald Island again."
"But the Emerald Island at this time is really not attractive at all, and the spiritual creatures are polluted by ghost energy. There is no benefit in attacking it."
Yan Dongqing replied with a wry smile.
"In that case... you go back to Lingkongfang City and take charge, and ask Liu Sanqi who is stationed there to immediately pick up Zhong Hongyu and Ruan Xingling..."
Fang Xi thought for a while and gave the order.
Now that Yan Dongqing is under his command, the guarding of Lingkongfang City will become even easier.
"When you return to Lingkong Island and take charge, be careful of subsequent miscreants.
Chaos...but as long as we survive this wave, everything will be fine."
Fang Xi gave some instructions but didn't leave Dongqing to drink a cup of tea and sent him away in a hurry.
"I really didn't expect ghost cultivators and the netherworld...",
Watching the other party's leaving figure, Fang Xi turned around and looked in the direction of the Emerald Island in the north, muttering to herself.
In the world of cultivating immortals, there is no good way to deal with ghost cultivation. Except for demon monks who practice the method of driving demons and ghosts and righteous thunder magic monks, most people tend to avoid ghost cultivation.
As a fake elixir cultivator, Patriarch Zhang of the Xuantian Sect was able to escape with his life despite being besieged by several elixir-forming ghost cultivators because of his own thunder spirit root!
Fortunately, these ghost cultivators also have the property of staying in one place, and often only need to be sealed off. It can be said that a set of effective countermeasures have been summed up from the lessons of blood and tears.
But in this case, if the blockade is not strict, the monks of Wandao Lake will be the ones who suffer.
And according to the current decadent situation in the world of immortality cultivation in the Three Kingdoms, there are probably no more people who can handle this matter properly...