Chapter 142 One Hundred Thousand Mountains, Inheritance Statue (7/10)
One hundred thousand mountains.
Fulong Mountains.
Not long after the terrifying hurricane passed, there were still careful storms blowing from time to time. On the east side of Fulong Mountain, which was close to the sea, the surroundings were even more in chaos.
But amidst the howling wind, a teenage monk was surrounded by a blue shield, carefully avoiding the whirlwind that blew by from time to time, and carefully searching among the mountains.
"The elixirs used for training are not enough. Now that I am at the fifth level of Qi training, although I am still one of the best among the younger generation in the tribe, I am still far from the requirements to enter the sect."
Young Zong Qing was thinking in his heart and picked up a light blue stone from the sand and gravel on the ground.
"Second-order water-containing stone, what a treasure!"
The young Zong Qing checked it and showed a hint of joy.
This spiritual material is not considered rare, but it has a wide range of uses. Many tribes have used this spiritual material to set up spirit gathering arrays. The demand is very high, and the price is very reasonable. This small piece of water accumulation stone can be exchanged for two
One pill is worth more than half a month of hard work.
Not long after he came out, Zong Qing was overjoyed to have such a harvest.
But for more than two hours, Zong Qing ran dozens of kilometers but gained nothing.
"Are you so unlucky today?"
Zong Qing thought in his heart and continued searching.
Not long after, Zong Qing came to a stone that emitted a dim light.
This stone is obviously not something from the mountains, and there is a faint spiritual energy emanating from it. However, Zong Qing thought about it for a while, but there was no information about this spiritual material.
"Is this some kind of treasure?"
Zong Qing thought for a while and put the treasure into the storage bag.
But after trying it for a while, I found that it couldn't be closed.
"Is it a rare treasure?"
Zong Qing's eyes shone, and the treasures in the storage bags were rare. Although Zong Qing had never encountered them, he had heard of similar rumors. Thinking of this, Zong Qing gritted his teeth and raised his eyebrows.
With a wave of his arm, he picked up the stone.
But when wrapping it up, Zong Qing almost stumbled and fell.
This stone is not heavy.
"It must be a treasure."
Zong Qing thought in his heart, holding the stone and walking towards the tribe.
After walking for more than four hours, among the endless mountains, Zong Qing finally returned to the village.
The barbarian cottages were originally extremely rough, but after so many years, as more and more people cultivating immortals were in each cottage, they gradually changed. Roughness was no longer the mainstream, but became a bit small and refined. For example
Simple formations are arranged in many places in this village to gather spiritual energy and cultivate elixirs.
Zong Qing returned to the village, put the stones in his house, and tried various methods.
Neither the flames nor the blows from magic weapons can destroy this stone in the slightest.
"When the clan elder comes back, I will ask what kind of treasure this is."
Zong Qing thought about it, closed the door and went out.
After half a stick of incense, Zong Qing came to the center of the tribe.
Here is a piece of jingling Polygonatum odorifera. This Polygonatum odoratum is only a first-level wood bamboo. It is difficult to refine it into any magic weapon or treasure. But the biggest function of this Polygonatum odoratum is to gather spiritual energy. The spiritual energy near this wood bamboo is better than that in the village.
In other places, it is more than 30% higher, and that’s why.
"Zong Qing, how was the harvest today?"
As soon as Zong Qing arrived here, a slightly looming figure next to him asked.
"I have gained something, but I don't know what it is. I am planning to show it to the clan elder when he comes back." Zong Qing said calmly. The man who just spoke was named Zong Yuan.
The cultivation level is at the sixth level of Qi training, ranking first among the tribe, and Zong Qing is the second. The two of them usually compete with each other, and they will exchange a few words between each other.
When Zong Yuan heard this, he curled his lips and said:
"Zong Qing, I'm not telling you. Your talent is not inferior to mine. Don't be crazy on weekdays. If you have time, practice more exercises. Entering the sect as soon as possible is the key. The three major sects are difficult to enter, but the inferior one is always the best.
It’s possible.”
Zong Qing remained silent.
Zong Qing's talent is really good. His spiritual root potential points for the earth and wood attributes are over 70, which is considered extremely outstanding.
However, Zong Qing's parents were hunting monsters in the mountains five years ago and unfortunately died. Without the help of his parents, Zong Qing practiced alone. Even if he had clan elders to take care of him, it would not be as good as when his parents were around.
But Zong Yuan was not like that. Although his parents were only at the seventh level of qi training, they spent all day accumulating spirit stones and buying elixirs for Zong Yuan to practice. This was the gap.
Zong Qing remained silent, and Zong Yuan also felt that it was meaningless.
After a pause, Zong Yuan took out a jade bottle from his arms and handed it to Zong Qing: "There is also a Qi Refining Pill in it. You should practice more and strive to enter the later stage of Qi Refining as soon as possible. Then you and I will enter the sect together.
, the village can be preserved only when the clan grows old."
Zong Qing was startled and didn't answer.
Zong Principle stuffed the elixir into Zong Qing's arms, sat aside and started practicing.
Zong Qing glanced at Zong Yuan and sat down to meditate.
More than two hours later, a flying magic weapon fell from the sky and came to the tribe.
This person is very old and has some gray hair.
"Elder of the clan!"
"Elder of the clan."
Among the tribe, many people came out after seeing this situation.
The clan elder Zong Yong nodded, and after greeting everyone, he called the three people with the highest cultivation level in the clan to come over.
inside the house.
After the clan leader Zongyong activated the warning formation, he took out a statue from his arms. The statue was a human figure standing with his legs spread wide, his hands on his chest, one finger pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground.
Seeing this statue, the three people's faces instantly turned red.
"Elder of the tribe, is this the inheritance of my barbarian tribe?"
A man asked.
One hundred thousand mountains, numbering more than one hundred thousand, are endless and boundless. Among these one hundred thousand mountains, except for nearly a hundred sects, are the barbarians. After the rise of the immortal cultivators, the barbarians happened with them.
Great war.
Later the barbarians were almost extinct.
But now, whether they are barbarians or cultivators, they are actually of human blood, and there is no difference.
The difference between barbarians and immortal cultivators is that barbarians specialize in cultivating the physical body, and their physical bodies are terrifyingly powerful, while monks have many spells, weird secrets, and immeasurable power in magic weapons, so they can ultimately win.
Zong Yong nodded and said:
"I was very lucky when I went out on this trip. What I got was the treasure that was inherited from the barbarian tribe's ancient skills. This skill can be used in common with the method of cultivating immortals. In the past few days, everyone in the clan has understood this inherited statue in turn. Look,
Can you understand the technique from it?"
"Okay, now copycats are about to rise."
All three of them looked happy.
Zongyong didn't say much. He placed the statue in the center and asked the three of them to sit around the statue and meditate.
But when night fell, the three of them still had no idea, so they had to leave.
At this time, Zong Qing stood in front of the clan elder's stone house, holding the dim stone in his arms.
"Qing'er, if you have anything to do, come in."
The clan elder's soul transmitted the message and spoke.
Zong Qing opened the door, walked into the stone house, and put the stones inside.
"Elder, I collected this thing after the hurricane. I don't know what kind of treasure it is. Please help me take a look at it." Zong Qing saluted with great respect.
Clan elder Zong Yong nodded and stood around the stones and looked around.
However, after using several methods, no clues can be found.
"Qing'er, don't worry about this thing. Now that it's here, let's give it a try." Zong Yong waved his hand, took out the statue, and placed it on the stone in front of Zong Qing.
"What is this?"
Zong Qing asked curiously.
"Don't ask too many questions. Stay calm, gather your consciousness, and stare at the statue to see if you can see anything from it." Zong Yong said in a deep voice.
Zong Qing nodded and followed suit.
Nothing happened at first. Zong Qing looked at the statue for a long time and said nothing.
But slowly, a long-lasting aura began to exude from the statue, and under this aura, the statue emitted a dim light, illuminating the entire stone house.
Zong Qing was completely stunned.
Seeing this, Zong Yong opened the formations around the stone house and waited quietly.
The aura above the statue became more and more intense, and at this time, Zong Yong also noticed something strange. The stones under the statue also exuded a faint five-color light.
"This is?"
Zongyong frowned.
Time passed slowly.
Until a certain stone that emitted five colors of light slowly cracked open, and a voice came out from it: "What a great skill, I didn't expect such a harvest."
After hearing this, Zong Yong's expression changed drastically.
But the next moment, the stone cracked open, and the figure of a young monk appeared from the stone, holding the statue in his hand.
"You...return the treasure to me."
Zong Yong instantly showed a look of shock and anger.
There was actually a monk hidden in this stone. The inheritance that he had worked so hard to obtain was just taken away by this person. How could this be possible?
In a rage, Zong Yong raised a long blue knife and killed him instantly.
This person is naturally Hong Ming.
The secret technique of Five Elements Sealing Yuan is one of the most difficult secret techniques to cultivate among the Little Five Elements True Techniques. Hong Ming practiced hard in the sea for six years and understood countless runes before he could perform this secret technique.
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After performing this secret technique, the five elements of spiritual power surge out, forming a layer of light cocoon, and the defensive power will be extremely terrifying.
Even if it is a fifth-level monster, it is very difficult to break through it.
The price of this secret technique is that Hong Ming will fall into a deep sleep and he will not be able to get out.
Hong Ming had already woken up when he was carried up the mountain by Zong Qing, but it would take some time to regain his strength. Hong Ming was not in a hurry. It was not until the statue appeared that Hong Ming emerged from his cocoon.
The long cyan knife is a top-grade magical weapon, extremely extraordinary.
This sword struck out at an extremely fast speed, and the green wind blade on the long sword was also extremely sharp. It was not something that ordinary monks in the Qi training stage could withstand.
But when Hong Ming saw this, he stretched out his hand, and a five-colored light flashed across his hand, and he grabbed the long knife.
Then, Hong Ming picked up the long knife and looked at it carefully.
"You, return the treasure to me."
Zong Yong's expression changed drastically, but he still said the same thing.
This inherited treasure is of vital importance. Zong Yong will not hesitate to use secret techniques and die together with this person.
Hong Ming nodded when he heard the words, and threw his hand, and the long knife and the statue floated towards Zong Yong. After the latter received these two treasures, his face showed a look of ecstasy and some disbelief.