In the inner space of the Ling Cauldron, the phantom of a large turtle with its head shrunk is being wiped out layer by layer by the Ling Cauldron, bit by bit.
The symbiotic relationship between Li Qingtong and Lingding made him feel boundless excitement.
This is a more intense joy and satisfaction than refining all of Ye Zhengyuan's net worth.
It seems that you are very lucky!
There was still a little change in the space inside the Lingding. A water drop the size of a soybean was magically fixed at the lowest point of the Lingding space.
As if embedded in the barrier of space, the bead disappeared in the next moment, and a hole as thick as the head of a chopstick appeared in its place.
Wisps and wisps of water vapor and smoke were born from this hole and poured into the inner space of this spiritual cauldron.
"Fountain of Spiritual Eyes!" Li Qingtong couldn't help but be surprised.
He carefully confirmed that although the image was a bit miserable, it was a spring of the lowest spiritual eye that was on the verge of destruction.
The born spiritual energy may be insufficient for a monk in the late stage of refining to use, but this is the spring of spiritual eyes!
The rare treasures that are born by chance at the spiritual vein nodes of the world of cultivation can provide the purest spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
After being taken out from various spiritual vein nodes by special means and placed in your own training place, it can be perfectly combined with the new spiritual veins.
Improving the quality of the spiritual land...this is the most precious thing about spiritual eyes.
Even the lowest level Spiritual Eye Fountain that Li Qingtong obtained is a treasure that makes a real person in the Danjie stage enchanted.
The pace of Li Qingtong's march became more brisk, which was completely a sign that people feel refreshed during happy events.
"Sure enough, it's just a tree moving a dead person to move a living person! How can we get such a fairy fate if we don't walk around and see? The Lingding is even more incredible than imagined!" Li Qingtong thought to himself.
The mountain peaks receded leisurely under his feet. After many days and dozens of interceptions and inquiries, Li Qingtong finally met a kind-hearted senior sister!
"Thank you, Senior Sister Lin. This land of mountains and forests depends on my little cultivation. I don't know how long it will take to get out!" Li Qingtong said deliberately exaggeratedly.
"I just happened to have finished my monthly inspection duty. If I go back to the training place, it is not far from the new disciples' station." The female cultivator whom Li Qingtong called Senior Sister Lin said very gently.
At this moment, the two of them were standing on a red silk ribbon that was one foot long and three feet wide.
Li Qingtong's extensive knowledge can tell that this piece of red silk is a good mid-level magic weapon integrating offense and defense.
"Senior Sister Rende, please remember!" After experiencing the initial discomfort of performing at high altitudes, Li Qingtong gave a solemn salute to this female cultivator who was willing to help him return to the new disciple's residence.
"What an interesting little guy." The female cultivator looked like she was only in her thirties.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly in gratitude to Li Qingtong.
Along the way, Li Qingtong deliberately asked some questions about cultivation to this senior sister who seemed to have a good temper and was very enthusiastic.
The other party also knew everything and talked about everything, looking very harmonious.
But deep down in Li Qingtong's heart, he already had some vigilance.
First of all, the route is a little off.
Secondly, there are others following behind the two of them!
What exactly is this situation?
Li Qingtong could only lament that when his good luck had almost run out... trouble still came!
Lingding is always observing every move of everyone around him.
After leaving that land of spiritual mountains and beautiful waters, we rarely encountered groups of patrolling monks along the way.
At this time, it was not far from the new disciple's station. It was two to three hundred miles away, and even Li Qingtong could walk back in half a day.
"Junior Brother Li, can you do me a favor?" Li Qingtong, who had seen the distance approaching from the map, suddenly heard an extremely graceful voice.
The sound in his ears made his bones itch, and his heart beat twice as fast.
Li Qingtong immediately felt thirsty and ready to make a move somewhere.
"Sister, I have a destiny, but I will never give up even if I die!" He agreed directly without thinking.
"Sister is about to participate in the Coffin Mountain Trial, and she lacks powerful magic weapons..." What follows is nothing more than talking about some of her own misfortunes.
"Brother, I happen to have a medium-grade magic weapon here as a gift. Sister, just take it." Li Qingtong directly pulled out the iron hammer-shaped magic weapon from his waist and handed it to the female cultivator neatly.
The other party was a little surprised. He didn't expect that things would be simpler than he thought.
Just as she was about to take it, a loud shout exploded in the air.
"assistant!"
There was a faint trace of the spiritual attack technique hidden in this shout.
The attack is very weak and cannot hurt people's soul.
But it was enough to wake up Li Qingtong, who had fallen into a certain negative state.
"What's wrong with me?" Li Qingtong showed a confused look at first, followed by an expression of endless horror.
"Hmph...if I had waited a little later, you little guy wouldn't even have any bones left!" The man who shouted violently had already come closer.
It was an inspection and law enforcement monk whom I met earlier.
The female cultivator surnamed Lin looked extremely ugly. She wished she could kill the person who ruined her good deeds with a thousand knives!
"It is shameless for Senior Sister Lin to deal with a new disciple in a non-charming way." The sturdy male monk glanced at the mid-grade magic weapon in Li Qingtong's hand and spoke provocatively.
He made no secret of his enthusiasm for a medium-grade magical weapon.
After all, a mid-grade offensive magic weapon is worth more than 120 spirit stones!
During the Qi Refining Period, the year-round rewards for patrolling and enforcing monks are only between thirty and fifty spiritual stones.
If you can pick up a middle-grade magic weapon for free, it is equivalent to the total income of three years of tasks... Who can not be tempted?
"What a rare excitement! Are you all so free?" Just as the female monk surnamed Lin was having a stalemate with the man of similar cultivation level, someone else arrived.