The only pity is that she has not found a suitable carrier for her clone so far.
I always think they are too mediocre.
Obviously, Chunqiu, who was Lang Huan Yushu's clone, raised Fu Xia's horizons, so that some things that were good in her eyes were no longer qualified as a clone.
I hope I can gain something from this ancient battlefield.
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"The ancient battlefield has arrived, everyone, please go slowly."
Fu Xia stood up. She had nothing to pack, so she walked out of the cabin and came to the deck.
The huge flying spirit beast slowly landed.
Its speed is not inferior to ordinary spirit boats, and can even be faster than ordinary sect spirit boats when necessary. However, unlike spirit boats that can run with only spirit stones, flying spirit beasts are limited by their physical strength.
Basically, you fly in the sky during the day and land on the ground to rest at night.
The ancient battlefield was so remote and filled with evil spirits that almost no grass could grow.
The resources here are extremely scarce, and the terrain is complex and difficult to find. Usually ascetic monks come here to use the evil spirit of the ancient battlefield to hone themselves.
So no business developed.
Fu Xia couldn't find a spirit boat that could travel here, so he could only find a small caravan traveling to and from the ancient battlefield.
For them, spirit boats cost too much and are not as affordable as flying spirit beasts.
There are no homes or villages near the ancient battlefield. All the mortals who can move have moved away. Those who cannot move are affected by the evil spirit of this place and generally have a short life span. They all die here of old age. As time goes by, it becomes more and more desolate.
So there were only some monks who came occasionally and camped randomly in various places.
They went to explore the ancient battlefield during the day, and at night they gathered together to set up a stall and exchange some supplies with each other.
Some will also sell the antiquities they received on the ancient battlefield that day.
Fu Xia felt a scorching fire from a distance.
She knew it was evil spirit.
This evil spirit is as sharp as a small needle. Cultivators are very strong, but it is very painful when this small needle pricks them.
Therefore, the cassocks wear out very quickly here.
Many casual practitioners are reluctant to waste such money. They usually buy a lot of ordinary clothes from outside and throw them away when they are tattered at the end of the day.
As for the evil spirit that is everywhere on this battlefield?
Then just rely on your body to carry it.
When I couldn't bear it anymore, I took drugs.
Generally, you can feel the growth of your body after two to three months.
Moreover, this evil spirit not only targets the physical body, but also sharpens people's will.
Some people say that there are good things deep in the ancient battlefield.
It's a pity that the evil spirit becomes stronger the deeper you go, and even the golden elixir monks don't dare to stay there permanently.
Furthermore, this evil spirit will also create some special environments and breed some rare treasures.
Of course, there are very few exceptions.
Fu Xia knelt down and grabbed a handful of soil. Sure enough, it was not wet at all, it was red sand.
It’s strange that vegetation can grow on such soil.
Only some spiritual plants that have a particularly harsh preference for the environment can not be afraid of the water, soil and sunshine that ordinary grass here does not need.
What they need is something else.
Fu Xia's arrival attracted the attention of some monks.
Her short stature is too conspicuous.
His face can be changed with the Disguise Pill, and his robe can be replaced with an inconspicuous black cloak, but his height probably means he can only disguise himself as a dwarf.
Fu Xia found a remote place and threw out a tent.
The tent unfolds directly.
In fact, she has a better magic weapon house, but unless the magic weapon house is made of rare materials, it is not as effective as the tents sold near the ancient battlefield.
This tent is made from the skin of a monster beast found in the ancient battlefield, and the muscles and bones that support the tent are made from the unique ore of this place.
Strong and tough, not easy to break.
Can block evil spirits.
Just as he was about to walk into the tent, Fu Xia suddenly turned his head and looked to the side.
There was a man lying there, half of his body buried under the sand, not knowing whether to live or die.
Fu Xia frowned.
She didn't even notice it just now.
This guy is a bit weird.
His sense of existence seems to be lower than others, and his consciousness actually ignores him!
Fu Xia did not rush into the tent, but quickly took out the formation plate and placed it in a circle outside the tent.
It is essential to be on guard against others.
Of course, Fu Xia didn't sleep that night and spent the whole night drawing talisman seals in the tent.
I went back to Babel Tower early the next morning.
After replenishing a wave of supplies, Fu Xia walked out of the tent and put it away. The sun had already come out.
Perhaps because the evil spirit here easily absorbs heat, not long after the sun rose, the temperature changed rapidly as if it were noon.
Even the monk felt a little hot.
Fu Xia casually took out a newly drawn ice talisman and stuck it on her body to test the power of the talisman and nodded secretly.
The last time she entered the ancient battlefield, she seemed to look around unconsciously.
The man half buried in the sand has disappeared.
As soon as she stepped into the ancient battlefield, the evil spirit permeating the air suddenly increased several times. Even with her physical condition, she felt the skin on her feet stinging.
Still bearable.
Fuxia took out a round plate as big as a washbasin.
If you look closely, you will find that this disk looks a bit like the astrolabe under the star path.
Before setting the schedule, Fuxia had already collected sufficient information in the early stage, not only what she learned from the plot, but also the information she bought from Mrs. Zhou and what she heard after arriving in the cities around the plot point.
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Then she was worried that she would get lost in the ancient battlefield.
So I spent my points early on to find a low-end version of the star track refining method in the Tower of Babel.
It's called Starry Lottery.
The range of the indicated route is one type of star orbit.
Once it exceeds one star orbit, it cannot be displayed on it.
Therefore, this method of guiding is used within the world.
There are few worlds longer and wider than one star orbit.
Fu Xia also had the rare opportunity to use Qing Lin's Illusion Equipment Room, and it took him two days to refine the Xing Luo chess cloth. He did not forget to "check in" while earning chance points along the way.
Naturally, Qing Linxiang’s help was inevitable for this related material.
The refining materials involved in Xingluoqibu are not as valuable as Star Rail, and there are no extremely rare star stones. However, even so, it also cost Fuxia a lot of spiritual stones.
Fortunately, there was no waste. Although I only refined a medium-grade magic weapon, it was more than enough to enter an ancient battlefield.
Sichuan Mingjie itself is not that big.
Fu Xia input his spiritual power and dropped a piece on the disk. The original obsidian-like dotted pattern suddenly lit up with two white lines, one horizontal and one vertical, like longitude and latitude lines.
A red dot appears at the junction.
This red dot is where Fuxia is now.
Look at the black chess piece that fell down and was as big as a fingernail. It has merged into the chessboard and disappeared.
Fu Xia made a secret and quickly tapped it with his thumb a few times. In an instant, the disk was covered with horizontal and vertical white lines like a checkerboard, and red dots were listed one after another.
This red dot is the chance point she walked through and the surrounding city.
Fuxia probed into her consciousness, and as her consciousness touched a red dot, a picture appeared in her mind. She checked and confirmed that it was this place - the edge of the ancient battlefield.