Although Fairy Lijiang was dead, he could feel that there was still some kind of fire source inside Fairy Lijiang.
He was not in a hurry to force out the fire source, but instead used his natal blood sword.
Strong people like Lijiang Fairy are the best nourishment.
The blood sword greedily absorbed the blood evil energy, and Fang Ling also raised his hand to absorb her life source.
After a while, the body of a plump beauty turned into a skeleton.
Above the white bones, there was a golden seed the size of a fingernail suspended.
This golden seed is the source of fire he perceives.
With a move of his hand, he sucked the golden fire into his palm.
Before he could think about it carefully, the golden fire suddenly sank into his palm and penetrated into his body.
A burning sensation broke out instantly, and he felt like he was about to be burned to death.
"The blood is boiling" is not a description, it is really boiling like boiling water.
This feeling of being on fire made it difficult for him to remain calm, and his face became ferocious.
Fortunately, the pain of burning his body did not last long and soon subsided.
The golden fire took root in his Dantian and grew two leaves.
This magical flame seedling released a series of messages, communicating with his soul.
Fang Ling finally knew its origin. It turned out to be the seed of the sacred tree Fusang!
Everyone knows that the Fusang Sacred Tree is the ancient sacred tree that gave birth to the Golden Crow clan.
The Golden Crow clan is the supreme demon clan with the blood of the emperor, and the Golden Crow's fire is said to be able to burn all things.
Needless to say, the sacred tree that can give birth to such a group of people is extremely unnatural.
But it is a pity that the hibiscus tree withered not long after it gave birth to the Golden Crow clan.
Since then, the world has never heard of a new hibiscus tree growing.
Fang Ling didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to get the tree seeds, and the tree seeds would take root in his Dantian.
He turned his palm over and condensed flames in his palm.
The golden flame in his hand at this moment was even more powerful than the one in Lijiang Fairy's hand.
The scorching temperature seems to melt the space.
When the hibiscus tree was planted in Lijiang Fairy's body, it did not take root and sprout, but still existed in the form of seeds.
So all she can exert is the power of fire, but what Fang Ling is using now is the flame of hibiscus saplings. Of course, the two cannot be compared.
"This Lijiang Fairy must also be a famous person, to be able to own a hibiscus tree species."
"However, this flame cannot be used easily, otherwise if the people of the Golden Crow clan discover it, they will definitely use all their strength to rob it."
The Jinwu clan has been inherited since ancient times and has not been discontinued. He has read the records in the miscellaneous books in Caozhai.
It's just that the Golden Crow clan is in the Middle God Realm, thousands of miles away from the South Dou Realm, so there is no need to worry too much at the moment.
After getting the seedlings of the hibiscus tree, Fang Ling looked towards the end of Fengshi Gorge without much interest.
No matter how valuable the treasures in Fengshi Gorge are, they are certainly not as valuable as hibiscus seedlings.
However, no one would think that he had too many treasures. He sighed secretly and continued to move deeper into the canyon.
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He marched through Fengshi Gorge for another quarter of an hour.
But in this quarter of an hour, he didn't make much progress.
The deeper he went, the greater the power of the black wind, even his physical body could no longer bear it.
Now, all the time, he feels the pain of being scraped against his bones by a sharp blade, and his skin is constantly reincarnating in the cycle of rebirth and destruction.
"If I keep going, I won't be able to bear it even in my body."
"Maybe I have to wait until next time to come here to find out..."
Fang Ling weighed in his mind and planned to withdraw from Fengshi Gorge first and wait for someone with a stronger body to explore again in the future.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a bright light suddenly refracted and stung his eyes.
After searching for a while, he found some strange crystal stones on the stone wall opposite.
The dazzling light just now was refracted from one of the crystals.
He endured the strong wind blowing against his bones and walked forward for a while until he came to the stone wall.
"Yes, this thing should be the legendary Wind Spirit Stone!" Fang Ling said in surprise.
He immediately flew up and used the golden spear to carve out the wind spirit stones embedded in the stone wall.
These wind spirit stones are not artificially embedded in the stone wall, but are rare objects that have been tempered by the strong winds for many years.
The common spiritual stones in the spiritual world are only of the upper, middle and lower grades, and top-grade spiritual stones are already very rare.
The top-grade spiritual stones circulating in the world today are all left over from ancient times.
On top of the top-grade spiritual stones, there is also an even rarer attribute spiritual stone.
The conditions for the birth of attribute spirit stones are more stringent. They must be infected by the power of attributes for a long time before they have a chance to form.
Just like these wind spirit stones on this stone wall, they were born under the influence of the black wind.
But the number was not large. He only carved out eight standard-sized spiritual stones from an entire stone wall.
These attribute spirit stones are of little use to him because he has not practiced any wind-attribute skills or magical powers.
But for those who practice wind attribute skills and magical powers, this thing is priceless, and after refining it can greatly enhance their skills and magical powers.
After putting away these wind spirit stones, he raised his head and looked into the depths of the canyon, still unable to see the bottom.
He turned around without hesitation and returned the way he came.
While he was exploring the Liuhe Sect's forbidden areas, Mr. Mo and the others had almost wiped out the Liuhe Sect.
Hu Zun and the others went to the sub-alternment smoothly without any accidents.
Now, not only does he own all the existing supplies of Liuhe Sect, but he also controls Liuhe Sect's various original shops, medicine fields, spiritual mines and other cash cows.
After annexing the forces of Liuhe Sect, Tianluo Sect undoubtedly became the largest sect in Nanyang Kingdom.
This battle shocked the entire Nanyang Kingdom, and legends about Fang Ling spread all over the world.
A few days later, Fang Ling followed Mr. Mo and the others back to the Black Mountain Forum.
One hundred and twenty thousand Tianluo Sect disciples also gathered here.
Fang Ling gave them all the training resources he received from Liuhe Sect this time.
The 120,000 disciples, as well as Mr. Mo and the other pillars of the sect, have all benefited from it.
They were already in awe of Fang Ling, but now that they showed great kindness, they won people's hearts even more.
In front of the Tianluo Sect altar, Fang Ling was discussing with Mr. Mo and the others the details of marching into the Blood Depression.
From Mr. Mo, Fang Ling had already known that the black hand behind this dispute was Xuantian Palace.
Therefore, the first thing to do after entering the Blood Depression is to destroy the second-rate forces in the Blood Depression.
"In my humble opinion, it is not appropriate to move the teachings next," Mr. Mo said.
"Our religion already has many industries in Nanyang. Now that it has annexed the Liuhe Sect, it will take some time to stabilize its operations."
"After the situation in Nanyang stabilizes, this will be our rear area to develop the Blood Depression, and a steady stream of resources and talents will flow out."
"Only with this as a foundation can we unleash our freedom to fight in the Blood Depression."
"Now it's best to recruit the elite of the church, roughly 800 people."
"Bringing about eight hundred people into the Blood Depression will not attract too many people's attention and will make things easier."
"Mr. Mo's words make sense." Fang Ling nodded, "Mr. Mo, it's up to you to select these eight hundred people and prepare to follow me south."
"But before setting off, I think I need to meet someone else."
"The leader wants to see Emperor Tiao, right?" Mr. Mo asked.
"Exactly!" Fang Ling planned to go to the palace to give the Lord of Nanyang a beating to prevent her from causing trouble in Nanyang Kingdom.
"Emperor Tiao succeeded to the throne at a young age, and she is a woman, but she is very skillful." Mr. Mo said.
"With her development in recent years, the Nanyang royal family has been on the verge of rejuvenation."
"Therefore, Emperor Tiao is quite arrogant and may have a dispute with the leader."
"Although the leader's strength is definitely enough to kill her, you must not do this!"
"Although Nanyang is a small country, it belongs to the Daqian Dynasty."
"She is the Empress of Nanyang, which is equivalent to being from the Daqian Dynasty."
"If you touch her, you will be slapping the Daqian Dynasty in the face."
"The Daqian Dynasty is a first-rate force in the Southern Dou Region, with many masters."
"Even if you, the leader, have a good background, they may not be afraid of you."
"Even if the leader has no fear, the situation in the church that has finally turned around will probably plummet."
Fang Ling laughed when he heard this.
"Mr. Mo is worried too much. I have always been kind to others, so why would I kill someone easily?"
"Don't worry, I won't fight against Emperor Tiao."
When the people present heard this, they murmured inwardly.
I thought that my leader might not have a clear understanding of me.
"I don't know the way to the palace, Charming Envoy, please come with me!" Fang Ling looked at Yun Shuiqing and said.