Yang Qinyu recovered and refined a low-grade Taoist weapon to drive the mountain whip, which can be regarded as an unexpected blessing!
After helping Yang Qinyu regain the mountain whip, Yang Junshan's attention returned to the ginseng fruit tree.
At this time, the first month of Mingxia Island's emergence is approaching, and the ginseng fruit trees are about to mature under the influence of the golden light of red clouds and the birth-promoting secret of Ji soil as a carrier.
Deep in the crown of the tree, there was originally just a faint brilliance. As the fruit grew, this brilliance also grew larger and became more dazzling. After the fruit grew to the size of a fist, the originally dazzling brilliance became gentle and soft.
, and at the same time, it also allowed Yang Junshan to see the true face of the fruit through the layer of dense brilliance lingering on the surface.
And when Yang Junshan saw the real ginseng fruit, even though he had learned some descriptions of the ginseng fruit from Princess Lanxuan beforehand, he was still stunned by what he saw.
In Yang Junshan's original imagination, even though Princess Lanxuan repeatedly said that the ginseng fruit looked like a real person with perfect facial features, he still didn't think so. However, when he really saw the ginseng fruit that looked like it was growing in the placenta, it looked like
When he saw a sleeping and growing baby, Yang Junshan still couldn't help but his heart jumped a few times.
What kind of ginseng fruit was this? It was clearly like a baby. The thought of eating the fruit when it was ripe still made him feel nauseous with a sense of guilt coming from his heart.
There were only the last three days left before Mingxia Island disappeared into the void again, and at this time, Princess Lanxuan hurriedly came to the talisman space again.
"Things seem to be changing again. Someone seems to be planning something secretly. I think it's best for you to leave now!"
The news Princess Lanxuan brought him was not particularly good.
Yang Junshan looked at the ginseng fruit trees that were still absorbing the red glow golden light, and at Yang Junshan's request, he was trying to refine the red glow golden light bit by bit under the fruit trees, and was practicing.
One glance at Yang Qinyu, who has the magic power of the Red Cloud Golden Light Technique, and if he leaves now, the growth process of the ginseng fruit tree will undoubtedly be interrupted, and Yang Qinyu will probably spend a longer time practicing the Red Cloud Golden Light Technique.
Yang Junshan raised his head and took another look at the Hunyuan Order hidden in the canopy of the ginseng fruit tree. Naturally, the speed at which this object absorbs the golden light of the red glow is far inferior to that of the ginseng fruit tree. However, it has been continuously absorbing the golden light for the past month.
It absorbs the red glow golden light. According to Yang Junshan's estimation, even if it is used to practice the Purple Qi Donglai Jue, the red glow golden light contained in it is enough for five people.
Yang Junshan thought for a while and said, "Is there any specific news?"
Princess Lanxuan seemed a little hesitant, as if even she didn't believe it, and said: "It is said that someone wants to plot Mingxia Island."
Yang Junshan was startled and said: "Like Long Island, keep Mingxia Island in the cultivation world? This is not easy, right? The situation on Mingxia Island is much more complicated than that of Tianxian Island, not to mention
At the beginning, the owner of Dragon Island also relied on the power of achieving the true dragon, and with the help of the Panlong Formation, he finally successfully built Dragon Island."
Princess Lanxuan whispered: "What if an immortal takes action this time?"
Yang Junshan said in surprise: "Seriously? But even if an immortal takes action, I'm afraid it will take more than one person, right?"
Yang Junshan paused, then couldn't help but ask: "Is this the news you got from the owner of Long Island?"
Princess Lanxuan hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said, "That's what I guessed."
Yang Junshan did not go into details, but said to himself: "Almost all the spiritual trees on the island have been chopped down. What is the purpose of leaving a bare island? If it does not disappear into the void, Mingxia Island will be destroyed in a few hundred years.
Where do you get the lush spiritual plants all over the island and the red glow and golden light that permeates the entire island?"——
Somewhere in Huzhou.
A young monk who had just entered the Taoist realm was hurriedly driving the escape light all the way south.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, and the young monk's expression changed. As soon as the light under his feet dispersed, he was already suspended in the clouds, while watching the void around him vigilantly.
There was a breeze blowing around him again, blowing away the faint luck, and the face of the young monk was clearly revealed. However, he saw that his face, which originally looked upright, had been cut open from the left ear to the right cheek.
There was a deep gap where the bones were visible, making the whole person look a little more ferocious and sinister.
"who is it?"
The young monk spit out two simple words from his throat. He did not dare to say more, and even his voice seemed a little unclear, because whenever he spoke, it would involve the gap in his face, making him
I felt excruciating pain.
In fact, at this time, he just intuitively felt danger. In fact, he did not really sense that someone was hiding in the void trying to ambush him.
The question just now was just a test, but unexpectedly someone in the void responded seriously.
"you guess!"
A woman's voice contained a hint of teasing, echoing in his ears.
The moment the sound rang out, the young monk suddenly reached out and pushed to both sides. The clouds surging in the surrounding void condensed into water droplets in an instant, and with the empty push of his hands, they spread around like hidden weapons.
Crash la la la——
The sound of water droplets splashing through the air was heard, showing how powerful the power contained in these water droplets was.
However, there was another burst of "gurgling" laughter in the void, and the original woman's voice sounded: "You want to find me in such a simple way, you are too underestimated!"
There was a cold wind blowing among the high-altitude clouds. The young monk's consciousness swept around again and again, but unfortunately he never found any clues. His forehead was already covered with cold sweat.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? Why don't you come out and see me? Such secretive behavior makes people look down on you." The young monk used the provocation method very poorly.
The voice in the void came again, saying: "Come out and see me? Do you want to remember the little girl's appearance, and then escape back to the Feiliu Sword Sect to take revenge?"
When the young monk heard this, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly spurted out a sword light from his mouth, which instantly split into hundreds of sword energy and shot towards the surrounding void. The sharp sword energy almost split the surrounding void with a roar.
"Why, you are so angry that you don't even bother to cover up your sword skills?" A voice continued to tease the monk's heartstrings.
The young monk reached out and made a move, and a ray of light fell into his palm and turned into a three-foot flying sword like autumn water. He said in a deep voice: "How do you know that I am a disciple of the Feiliu Sword Sect?"
"Ha? You are indeed a member of the Feiliu Sword Sect!"
The woman's voice made the young monk's face change again, and he said angrily: "You defrauded me?"
The tone of the woman hidden in the void changed, and she said coldly: "Who are you instructing? Who is the person behind you, Xia Yuan? Jiang Xin? Or Dongliu?"
The young monk said coldly: "Don't you know everything, why do you need to ask me again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword in the young monk's palm suddenly shot out, swiping towards the sky on his left side, and a bright sword energy enveloped him.
"Oh no, I was discovered by you!"
The void where the sword energy was shrouded suddenly surged, and a dim figure suddenly appeared. Then it moved very dexterously in the fluctuations of the void, and actually avoided the young monk's sword energy offensive at the last moment.
"Ghost clan!"
The young monk screamed strangely. It was obvious that the identity of the other party was beyond his expectation. However, the flying sword in his hand never stopped at all. The flying sword danced in the air and slashed out several sword energy in an instant.
The sword energy meandered in the void like running water, but it blocked the space where the ghost cultivator was moving around from different directions, forcing the ghost cultivator to fight him head-on.
The monk's purpose was very direct. Although the ghost cultivator's methods were hard to guard against, once he was exposed and confronted with others, he would often fall into a disadvantage.
However, the monk never thought that there could be only one ghost king hiding in the void.
The cool breeze blew from the back of his neck, instantly making his hair stand on end.
However, when he noticed the sword light coming from behind, it was already too late to parry or dodge.
A flash of cold light flashed, and the young monk's six-yang leader suddenly rolled up, followed by blood drops spraying all over the sky.
With a "swish" sound, a folding fan appeared in the void and fanned it. The blood beads that were originally splashing everywhere were suddenly swept away.
Zhong Jiu pretended to be graceful and appeared from the void with a folding fan in hand. He looked distressed and shook his head while saying: "You are careless. The noble blood descendant of Yama has been seen through.
He said that he was almost forced into a head-on confrontation. Alas, it seems that Miss Bao, you have been away from the ghost clan for so long that you have almost forgotten how to be a ghost cultivator."
Although the sword cultivator of the Feiliu Sword Sect died, the several sword lights he slashed did not disappear with it. Instead, they continued to encircle and suppress Bao Yu'er. Zhong Jiuzai took the opportunity to attack and kill the sword cultivator.
After the repair, instead of helping, he started teasing Bao Yuer, as if he was deliberately trying to make her suffer.
However, he heard a scream, and Bao Yu'er suddenly held a pair of daggers and slashed a few streaks of light in front of him. There was a clanging sound in the void, and the sword energy that came towards him was actually absorbed by Bao Yu'er.
It broke in a head-to-head collision.
On the other end, after all, he had long forgotten to fan the folding fan in his hand. He looked at Bao Yu'er with a dumbfounded expression, and then he remembered to point his finger at her and said: "You, you, you, you actually forcibly broke the opponent's fan."
Swordsmanship?"
A pair of daggers in Bao Yu'er's hands struck a few beautiful sword flowers. He glanced at Zhong Jiu and said, "Why, is it weird?"
Zhong Jiu swallowed a mouthful of spit and said with difficulty: "Isn't this the way ghost cultivators fight their enemies?"
"Fuss!"
Bao Yu'er rolled her eyes at him, murmured in a low voice, and then said to the void: "Sister Xiu'er, how did the sword cultivator from the Feiliu Sword Sect discover me just now?"
There was no response in the void, but Zhong Jiu muttered: "No need to ask, the monks of the Feiliu Sword Sect are not only good at swordsmanship and magical powers, but they are also involved in the magical powers of the water lineage. That person must be
Discover your hiding place through the surge of water vapor in the void."
Bao Yu'er glared at Zhong Jiu fiercely. For some reason, Zhong Jiu was heartbroken for no reason. Could it be because she had just destroyed the magical swordsmanship of the Feiliu Sword Sect monk in front of her?
"Sister Xiu'er?"
Bao Yu'er shouted again, but Yang Junxiu didn't respond, which gave Bao Yu'er a bad premonition.
"Look over there, heading overseas!"
Yang Junxiu's deep voice finally came, but the tone made people feel a little sad.
When Bao Yu'er and Zhong Jiu heard this, they quickly turned their heads and used some secret magic powers that could extend their gaze towards the overseas direction. Then they each let out an exclamation.
"Is the sky falling?" Bao Yu'er murmured to himself.