Chapter 273 Ocean Burial Lord: I am the best in the game
Qin Yang felt very complicated.
Whether he wanted to strangle the seemingly knowledgeable pretender to death or thank him for pointing it out directly, Qin Yang was also a little unsure.
The atmosphere is a little weird.
The bastards from the Buddha Cult wanted to beat the blue-eyed young man to death.
After all, most of the people who come here are just to explore a new secret realm.
Those who can come here are all strong.
Duankong Island is definitely not for the burial site of Lord Haidao. They are most likely here for the legendary blessed land.
As for the Deng Sect, it goes without saying that it is most likely for the life of the lamp.
The headless lantern looks like a life lantern, and it is impossible for the Lantern Sect not to know about it.
But now, I suddenly learned that this might be the entrance to the tomb of a titled Taoist Lord, and it had never been discovered before.
Then... what a fucking secret place to explore!
What kind of blessed land do you want, what kind of life lamp do you want?
As long as you can enter the tomb of Lord Burial Sea Daoist and pick up any treasure, it will be a bloody profit.
After all, the hair on the legs of a once-famous Taoist Lord was thicker than all of their waists combined!
The blue-eyed young man nestled under the black sea, searching back and forth to find the place where the evil spirits were intertwined.
After finding a node, immediately sit cross-legged, hold your hands on your lower abdomen, and drag a ball of spiritual light in your palms.
He raised his head and looked at the group of people outside. With a smile on his lips, the blue-eyed young man slowly closed his eyes and didn't care anymore.
He has made it clear that he has no interest in the mausoleum where Lord Haidao is buried. He just uses this place to nurture the spirituality of the magic weapon and prepare for the birth of the magic weapon's soul.
And no one else would be so foolish as to drag a guy with unfathomable strength into the tomb.
This was also the reason why the two people from the Buddha Sect were so angry that they wanted to strangle the blue-eyed young man to death, but they couldn't hold back a single harsh word.
The little demon Buddha lowered his eyes and said nothing. He held a string of human bone beads in his hand and kept fidgeting with them, getting faster and faster.
The Withered Blood Dao Ji stood up on the shoulders of the Withered Blood Dao Soldier, her eyes flashed with cold light as she glanced at the others.
"Little Mofo, let's put our competition aside for now and get rid of all these annoying guys."
As soon as he finished speaking, behind the Withered Blood Taoist Princess, two more withered-blooded Taoist soldiers, half human and half corpse, appeared immediately. Their cold aura stirred up the strong wind and spread loudly around them.
Duan Changkong and the people from Duankong Island looked at each other and the three members of the Lantern Sect, and moved closer together in a tacit understanding.
The few remaining pirates who were quite capable but still immersed in shock gathered together without saying a word.
Qin Yang was the only one left, floating in the air alone.
"Kill this physical cultivator first. The energy and blood power in his body is so strong that he doesn't look like a three-yuan cultivator..." Withered Blood Taoist Ji licked her lips and stared at Qin Yang, her eyes shining brightly.
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Qin Yang crossed his arms, glanced at the motionless Little Demon Buddha, and sneered.
"Then try it. Anyway, I just came to watch the fun. This place is a very dangerous situation where the demon dragon is bleeding. Unfortunately, the person just now didn't make it clear. This is the nine demon dragons. They are skinned and bleeding. I just want you to
I can’t even open the mausoleum portal, but I can still do it.”
The withered-blood Taoist Ji's eyebrows were upturned, murderous intent bursting out of his eyes, turning into false electricity, shining continuously. Behind him, a withered-blooded Taoist soldier wearing a metal mask flickered, and then suddenly disappeared.
But in just a moment, the Little Demon Buddha grabbed the withered blood Taoist soldier's arm with one hand and suddenly appeared next to the withered blood Taoist Ji.
"Withered blood, that's enough."
The little demon Buddha closed his eyes slightly, his face was very calm, he raised his head slightly, glanced at Qin Yang, and then glanced at the others.
"Mr. Zhanhai Dao is the ancestor of our Futu Demon Sect. His tomb is not accessible to outsiders. Even if we have tokens, we may not be safe. If you enter rashly, you will definitely die. Why not be like that young master and find
An opportunity to find this secret place."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense to them?" Withered Blood Dao Ji's face didn't look good.
"I already feel that Blood Moon Deadpool is about to appear. He is about to find his head. We will definitely die by then."
Little Demon Buddha calmly explained, meaning if you continue to write ink, none of us will be able to enter.
"Ha..." Withered Blood Dao Ji glanced around coldly, sneered, and said no more.
Then let these people live a little longer. Anyway, when the portal opens, if these people don't understand, it won't be too late to kill them.
Little Magic Buddha nodded and took out a black token.
There are two characters "Buried in the Sea" on the front, and a nine-story black tower on the back.
The token flew out and shot up into the clouds.
Suddenly, black clouds rolled in the sky, turning into a huge cyclone that stretched for hundreds of miles. The rolling black clouds were like a dragon dancing wildly, and black thunder continued to roll in the black clouds.
The Ureys circled the center of the cyclone, slowly converging, and finally turned into a pillar of light as dark as ink, but giving people a dazzling feeling, falling from the sky and falling into the black sea below.
The black water churns, seemingly losing gravity, spiraling up and connecting with the black clouds in the sky. Black cracks appear around the central light pillar. As the light pillar twists, an invisible sea appears in the mid-air.
The vortex at the bottom.
"Roar……"
The demonic dragon roared, demonic energy spurted out, and in the whirlpool, there seemed to be looming figures of demonic dragons.
Every demon dragon was skinned, and blood flowed all over the body. The black blood gathered into the black sea, just like their blood gathered into this black sea.
"Humph!" Withered Blood Dao Ji snorted coldly, and glared at the others with a cold light in her eyes.
Fly towards the center of the vortex.
The little devil Buddha clasped his hands together, chanted a magic trumpet, and gave another word of advice.
"Everyone, there are many dangers here. It's a dead end situation. You'd better not come."
After saying that, the Little Demon Buddha also threw himself into the whirlpool.
The others looked at each other, and when the two disappeared into the whirlpool, they immediately swarmed up and filed in, not paying attention to the threat of the Little Demon Buddha and the Withered Blood Dao Ji.
Given such a great opportunity, everyone is ready to risk their lives.
If you get a chance, you will soar into the sky, if you fail, you will die.
Except for the blue-eyed young man, after everyone entered, Qin Yang was still floating outside without moving, just watching the whirlpool quietly.
In the hands of Little Demon Buddha, there was actually the identity token of Lord Burial Haidao, which surprised Qin Yang.
However, I thought that although Daojun Zhanhai died in a hurry back then, he was still a member of the Futu Demon Sect, so it was normal for him to leave some behind in the Futu Demon Sect.
With this token in hand, it is really easy to just open the portal of the mausoleum.
It's just that this method of opening is somewhat different from the method of opening that I know...
"Why don't you go in?" Under the black sea, the blue-eyed young man opened his eyes and looked up at Qin Yang, who was floating alone in the air.
"You don't want to go in either."
"I don't practice magic, and I'm not interested in the things in the tomb of the sea-buried Taoist Lord." The blue-eyed young man shook his head.
"What I practice is not magic." Qin Yang grinned, but still didn't go in.
"It is rumored that the new captain of the Ghost is just a young man who has not yet reached the realm of the divine sea. He just caught up with the good times, and the Ghost suffered heavy losses." The blue-eyed young man took a deep look at Qin Yang, and then his eyes became colder.
: "It seems that most of the rumors are not true."
"I am very strong. The strongest person who died in my hands so far was the one with peak strength in Lingtai." Qin Yang told the truth, his smile became brighter: "I heard that someone came to Dahuang to die before.
The one who took revenge on the foreign prince is you, right? Do you want to kill me?"
"The foreign prince is a disciple of our Three Realms Mountain. He died in the hands of the ghost thieves. Naturally, people will be sent here. However, the ghost captain is dead and his revenge has been avenged. The sect's mission has been completed." The blue-eyed young man
Shaking his head no, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that what Qin Yang said was true...
The coldness in his eyes slowly faded away.
"May I have your name?"
"Sanjie Mountain, Yan Jingchang."
"The new captain of the Ghost, Qin Yang."
As the two of them chatted about each other, the dark vortex that opened and the door of the mausoleum slowly closed, and seemed to be about to disappear.
"Are you really not going in? After all, that is the mausoleum of Lord Burial Sea Dao. When Lord Burial Sea Dao died suddenly, I am afraid that even the mausoleum has not been fully decorated. There must be many opportunities inside. Even if you are not practicing magic, you can still gain a lot of money.
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Yan Jingchang glanced at the whirlpool that was about to close and suddenly asked.
"How long did I think you could endure?" Qin Yang laughed and pointed at the whirlpool: "You want to breed the soul of the magic weapon, and you are not practicing magic. What kind of dangerous place can you use to breed viciousness?
What is conceived is also a magic weapon, so you can just trick those idiots. If you want to get in, just get in."
"Qin Yang, sometimes you can live longer if you see something but don't tell it." Yan Jingchang smiled and did not deny: "How can the Taoist charm of a dangerous place compare to the remaining Taoist charm of a titled Taoist Lord? Besides,
, this place was originally influenced by the aura of the Taoist Burial Master."
"Yan Jingchang, it's not that I underestimate you, you are about the same strength as the crazy bitch I killed." Qin Yang's smile was still bright, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes: "I can crush me to death with one hand now."
I am here, you can come and try and see if you will be beaten to death by me, or if I will die in your hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of black energy appeared on Qin Yang's body, and an extremely dangerous aura slowly emerged.
Yan Jingchang's eyes flashed and he laughed.
"Brother Qin is joking. You and I have no grievances, so why should we fight with each other?"
"You really follow your heart..." Qin Yang sighed, and the dangerous aura on his body dissipated.
Yan Jingchang remained silent, and at the last moment when the whirlpool was about to disappear, he turned into a stream of light and rushed in.
The vortex dissipated and the portal disappeared.
Qin Yang stood there, sighing in his heart, although what he said was true, this guy was really fooled...
He is really more afraid of death than me.
Yan Jingchang's aura is far from his opponent if he doesn't work hard, let alone Lingtai's strength.
The other party had other plans and obviously wanted to get in. Before, he was just fooling other people.
But I don't want to enter in this way. After opening this portal, I will indeed enter the tomb of Lord Burial Sea Daoist, but I will enter as an ordinary outsider.
Not to mention what outsiders encounter after entering, just crossing this secret road is full of dangers.
Qin Yang thought to himself that he was only 30% sure that he could enter safely.
He had to wait until the vortex disappeared and find another way to enter. If he didn't go in, Yan Jingchang wouldn't be able to pretend anymore.
No matter what Yan Jingchang's purpose was, it was obvious just now that he wanted to silence him, but after weighing the pros and cons, he felt that he could not kill Qin Yang for a while, so he might as well stop fighting.
And Qin Yang didn't want to fight Yan Jingchang here for no reason. No matter what his purpose was, he definitely couldn't shake hands with him.
If everyone's goals don't conflict with each other, then why are we trying to kill each other?
The Dead Sea returned to calm again, and Qin Yang was not in a hurry. He took out his ink pen, wrote a memorial text, lit three incense sticks, and muttered the words.
The aura on his body also changed slightly, and an aura unique to the practice of the Sea Burial Marrow Cultivation Code emerged.
These breaths, along with the light smoke, coil around the sacrificial inscriptions.
The memorial text turned into ashes silently, and a small whirlpool slowly emerged in the black sea under his feet. Qin Yang jumped down, jumped into it, and disappeared.
This is the method that Qin Yang knows about opening the portal, and it comes from the book "Secrets Qin Yang Can Never Know".
This is what Lord Burial Sea Taoist left to future generations. Only those who have practiced the Burial Sea Marrow Cultivation Canon can open it like this. After entering, their identities will be completely different from those of outsiders.
At least the guards in the mausoleum are unlikely to kill someone upon meeting.
This is very critical.
Blood Moon Deadpool was guarding the door. He seemed to have fought with these people before he came here. The headless Blood Moon Deadpool seemed to have suffered a little loss and went to find his own head...
Since there is such a strong person guarding the portal, it is impossible that there is nothing guarding it.
It can only be stronger.
Without this identity to eliminate the danger from the guards guarding the tomb, Qin Yang did not think that he was strong enough to successfully shake hands with Lord Zanghaidao alive.
Qin Yang thinks he still has this advantage.
Stepping into the vortex, the surroundings turned into a void. The chains surrounding Ulei, together with the black water, penetrated the dark void and submerged into unknown areas.
Nine demonic dragons stretching eight thousand feet in length, skinless and bleeding, were bound by Urey chains and hung in the void.
Roars, howls of pain, nine demon dragons, roaring day and night, resentment, and demonic energy intertwined, disrupting everything here, but also building a stable passage here.
These nine demonic dragons themselves are the secret path leading to the tomb of Lord Burial Sea Daoist.
Qin Yang walked on the chains, as if he were looking down at the nine bleeding dragons from another world. Apart from resisting Ulei's power, he no longer had to worry about anything else.
The power that Ulei corroded into the body was also refined by it, turning it into the nourishment for the advancement of magical thunder and fire.
From this perspective, you can clearly see that on the back of the bloody dragon, the people who entered before are making difficult progress.
The blood of the demon dragon contains terrifying poison and corrosive power, as well as the grievances that have been skinned and bound here and bled for thousands of years. It is like the poison that corrodes the soul, strangling them from afar.
Two layers of black round light appeared behind the little demon Buddha's head. He closed his eyes and muttered words. Every time he took a step, a ferocious demon appeared under his feet, supporting him to keep moving forward.
As for the Withered Blood Dao Ji, her eyes were red, and the strong resentment there had interfered with her sanity. At this moment, she could only hold on and let the Withered Blood Dao soldiers carry her forward.
After walking past the back of a demonic dragon, one of the skinny withered Taoist soldiers was corroded by the demonic dragon's blood and turned into a puddle of pus, turning into black blood and dripping down.
Another withered blood Taoist soldier continued to carry her forward, but not long after, it disappeared into nothing again...
Duan Changkong, on the other hand, held a piece of sinan in his hands, closed his eyes, and stepped on a canoe made of a square log. He kept going all the way, neither too fast nor too slow, and there was no danger for a moment.
Qin Yang looked at the canoe and felt a little jealous. Is Duankong Island so rich?
He actually got a piece of sacred tree from nowhere and turned it into a canoe. What a luxury.
As for the trio of Lantern Sect, Ding Dong, the leader of the Lantern Sect, holds a square lantern with a big-eyed alien beast engraved on it. A faint blue light blooms from the alien beast's eyes, covering the three of them.
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And at the very end, Yan Jingchang has a ball of emerald green light above his head, with one hand on his back, as if strolling in the courtyard, with his feet in the void, looking the most relaxed.
Except for these few people, it is basically difficult for the rest of the people to walk through this secret road.
Either it was corroded by the demon dragon's hemostasis and turned into pus, or it was corroded by resentment. It jumped off the demon dragon's back crazily and didn't know where it fell.
Qin Yang secretly rejoiced that he didn't let the bastard from the Ghost follow him...
Otherwise, I'm afraid I will become a mere commander again.
Stepping on the chain, I walked all the way, feeling the numbing aura of destruction while looking down at the others struggling to move forward. Especially at the end, everyone who made it this far looked miserable.
The farther back the nine magic dragons go, the greater the consumption.
On the other side, on the secret road that others were walking on, there was no trace of the nine demonic dragons.
All they saw was a long river of black blood, and they were walking in this long river with no end in sight.
The little demon Buddha's face was gray, his lips were moving up and down rapidly, and he was chanting faster and faster. The two layers of round light that appeared behind his head also flickered and seemed to be extinguished at any time.
Withered Blood Dao Ji's eyes have begun to bleed. She is too violent and kills without any calculation. She is most likely to cause resentment. She has already been eroded to the point of losing her mind. And the withered blood Dao soldiers in her hands are already more powerful.
All consumed.
Now there are only some foundation-building, three-yuan-strength withered-blood Taoist soldiers left. Carrying her on their backs in the black river, they will turn into dirty blood and merge into the black river after carrying her for a few dozen feet. She can only keep taking out one after another.
The withered blood Taoist soldiers...
As for Duan Changkong, his flesh and blood had withered a little, his waist was stooped, and he knelt on the canoe, letting the canoe carry him forward.
The trio of lantern sects took turns holding the lanterns, and all three of them had expressions of confusion and exhaustion on their faces.
Yan Jingchang, who was following at the end, no longer pretended to be cool. His clothes were wet with sweat, and he couldn't spare the energy to stop. What was originally a leisurely stroll turned into a stumbling step.
"Either they have strength, or they have treasures. If you put these guys outside, if I don't risk my life, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat any of them..."
Qin Yang secretly sighed, fortunately I know the second way...
He came in last, but was the first to reach the end of the chain. He lowered his head and looked down at the others, waiting for them to cross the back of the last dragon before Qin Yang jumped off the chain and jumped into the final whirlpool.
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"Crash..."
The rain was pouring down, the sky was dark, and there was a desolate and murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth.
As the black rain fell, in this world, individual figures fell from mid-air together with the black rain and scattered in all directions.
A drop of falling black rain expanded in vain and turned into a human form. The rain collapsed and Qin Yang's figure emerged from it.
As he circulated his true energy and raised his energy to control the air, the method collapsed in an instant, and his whole body fell straight to the ground.
"boom!"
"Bah, bah, bah..." A large pit several feet wide was smashed into the ground. Qin Yang spat out the dirt and crawled out of the pit with a disgraced face: "The method of escape is actually suppressed here. These people are so afraid of others.
Can you use your escape technique and rush in directly?"
In any mausoleum, suppressing the escape method is definitely the standard configuration.
For some powerful men who are buried in famous mountains and rivers, if they don't arrange any means to suppress the escape method, they may be able to get in directly and open the coffin board using the earth escape method.
However, this is a separate secret realm used as a mausoleum. Who can escape directly from the outside without suppressing Nima's escape method?
Is there such a thing as World Escape?
Even if there is, there is no target, you can run around at will, and you are not afraid to plunge into the void storm and die in a very clever way?
After shaking off the dirt from his body, Qin Yang wiped his face, walked to a high point on the side, and looked in all directions.
The mountains are covered with forests, and the trees are huge. Giant trees that are hundreds of feet tall are just saplings here.
However, almost all the trees have withered, and only some yellow leaves hang stubbornly on the treetops, retaining the last bit of dignity.
Desolation, silence, and a chilling atmosphere spread throughout the world.
The sky was gloomy, but there were no black clouds, just a grayish-white color. The earth was also a little dry. After the black rain fell from the sky, there was no sign of moisture on the earth. The black rain was like an illusion, and it penetrated into the earth after it fell.
disappeared below.
Not far away, there is a dry river with an exposed river bed. There is also a dry lake in the upper reaches of the river. Some places are covered with black mud, and some places are dry and cracked.
"Is this the mausoleum where Lord Haidao is buried..."
Qin Yang murmured to himself, it was completely different from what he thought. Apart from being a bit dilapidated and desolate, this secret realm didn't feel any life at all.
Although the spiritual energy is very heavy and inert, it is not thin at all. It is just that it takes a little effort to absorb and refine it.
You can't hear the chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, the roar of animals, or the cry of apes.
Secret realms also have birth and death. Each secret realm is like a leaf hanging on the giant tree of the big world.
There is a secret realm of new life, just like the green leaves that have just grown, green and full of vitality.
There are also some secret places, like withered leaves, waiting to fall and wither.
It's just that there may be some secret places that, after going through the whole process, will still not be discovered by the monks.
And this one right now is completely a secret realm that has entered its twilight years but has not yet begun to wither.
Qin Yang was very surprised, after all, it was expected.
There are at least countless strange beasts in the mausoleum of Lord Burial Haidao, who have been refined alive into the strange beasts that guard the mausoleum and guard here.
The first thing I felt after entering was that the air of death was overwhelming, blocking out the sky and the sun. It looked like a paradise for the dead to rest in peace.
Who would have thought that after coming in, I wouldn’t even feel the breath of death...
Walk down the mountain peak and follow the direction of the river.
Dead silence, quiet, nothing alive, even the trees looked more like they were dead.
After walking along the river for a day, I finally saw something besides the bare trees.
The withered bones of a hundred-foot-long giant beast lay on its side in the giant forest.
The giant beast is shaped like a tiger. It is covered with a layer of dry and cracked tiger skin. Under the skin, only the dark golden bones are still remaining. The bones are covered with strange monster inscriptions, most of which have been lost.
Without the charm, only a few of the demonic writings on the dead bones still have a dim halo.
Qin Yang walked to the withered bones of the giant beast and just patted them gently.
"Rumble..."
The withered bones were like a landslide, shattering into powder. All the tiger skins were shattered, and only a handful of tiger bones remained.
Qin Yang picked up a few of the thick ribs and tapped them with his fingers. A sound of gold and iron sounded. These things could be used as materials for making weapons.
With a thought, he activates the skill of touching corpses.
But they only refined these ribs, and no skill book was found.
Continuing along the river, the giant trees we encounter are getting bigger and bigger, but they are all bare and there is not a single green leaf to be seen. At most, there are occasionally some dry leaves hanging on the treetops of some giant trees.
Three days later, there are still no special changes visible in the surroundings. Only the species of giant trees seem to have changed a bit.
Aerial roots hang down from the bare branches, which are inserted back into the earth and turn into thick branches. At a glance, every tree is connected together, and it is impossible to tell which one is the original trunk.
"One tree becomes a forest..." Qin Yang sighed.
His footsteps suddenly stopped, his pupils slowly opened, and a shocked expression slowly appeared on his face.
"Here is...here is..."
I quickly took out a pen and paper, closed my eyes and recalled everything I had seen in the past three days, and sketched it out on the paper according to proportion.
After the outline was completed, Qin Yang's hand holding the paper was trembling.
The winding and dry rivers are the most obvious on this map.
Small rivers connect to large rivers, and together with the mountain topography, after the final outline is completed, it looks like a part of the talisman.
In other words, it is a very small part of a roll of ink.
With shock in Qin Yang's eyes, he took out a piece of paper again and quickly sketched a corner of the map on it, and it still had a rough outline.
After putting the two maps together, Qin Yang let out a long breath.
"Exactly the same."
The sketch sketched out later is exactly the map that I gathered from corpses when I was in Qinglin City.
The map of the secret realm left by Zixiao Daojun!
Qin Yang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with light, and his heart was full of shock.
Only then did I suddenly understand.
This is simply the world of Zixiao Daojun!
It is said that some extremely powerful people can directly create a world with their own Taoist charm, and all the parts of this world are the embodiment of his practice.
Therefore, the direction of the water veins and the layout of the mountains are all like talismans. This world itself is the result of a monk's practice.
When I entered that secret realm, I did feel that it was quite big. However, as my horizons gradually broadened, I once had doubts in my heart. The secret realm created by Zixiao Daojun should not be so weak.
Now I finally understand that the secret realm was purely created casually later. It may even be just a large playground created by Taoist Master Zixiao for his son to play in.
This is the real Zixiao world.
And Lord Haidao was buried here.
Recalling Taojun Zixiao's attitude when he mentioned Taoist Burial Sea, I don't know why the two had such a deep hatred.
So much so that even after the death of Taoist Burial Sea Dao Lord, he would steal the other party's Dao Yun World and use it as his own mausoleum.
Qin Yang felt sad and was really shocked.
I have always felt that Taoist Master Zixiao was a bit excessive in keeping grudges, and he would write a small note even after his death.
Who would have thought that it would be only now that we would discover that Mr. Zanghai Daojun is the best in the game.
Even if I die, I will be buried in your home...
Really, I have such a big hatred...
However, now that it is confirmed that this is the Zixiao world, things will go much smoother later on.
At least Qin Yang is now 100% sure where the coffin of Lord Haidao is buried.
It's definitely on the map, where the palace complex is.
I just don’t know if the next road will still be as difficult as the map...
Thinking about how dangerous that large amusement park was back then, now this is a serious Zixiao world. If something happens, it will definitely not be of the same level.
But now there is one more thing to confirm.
Qin Yang touched the withered giant trees next to them. Although these giant trees were extremely huge, upon closer inspection, they seemed to be banyan trees.
I just don’t know if there is a banyan tree demon here too...
The banyan tree demon that was brought back to the sect and used as a large-scale air purifier is very strong, and its demonic power is as vast as the sea. This is the natural ability of some tree demons.
But the banyan tree demon has never transformed, and it has not even suffered a thunder disaster. Qin Yang had also doubted it.
It's just that the banyan tree demon doesn't want to take the path of transformation, or in other words, it doesn't want to transform too early.
Now I have a guess in my mind.
If the banyan tree demon itself is just a small branch cut off from the big demon here and planted on the ground, then he is actually just a clone.
It would be completely normal if there was no thunder tribulation and transformation.
I just don’t know, if my guess is true, whether this great demon is still alive.
Looking at the bare tree trunks around him, Qin Yang did not dare to think further.
Following the map, he walked all the way inward through the giant forest. After walking for three thousand miles, the giant trees he saw were getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more dry leaves on the trees. Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart.
Following the direction of the distribution of dry leaves, until we reached the center of the giant forest, we finally saw a giant tree towering into the clouds, standing in the center.
The main trunk is thousands of feet thick, with no crown visible at the top. The branches and buds are scattered and bare. There are many huge dead leaves hanging sparsely, and there are still a small number of leaves that have not completely withered, and there is still a little bit of green.
Desolate, dead silence.
There is almost no sense of life, as if it is really dead.
"Senior? Senior Banyan Tree?" Qin Yang raised his head and shouted.
The sound echoed in the forest, but there was no reaction at all.
Qin Yang sighed, took out a Yimu essence crystal, and attached it to the exposed root of the giant tree on the ground.
"Senior, this is your own thing. You should be able to take a sip, right?"
After a while, there was still no response.
When Qin Yang was about to give up, he finally saw the Yimu essence crystal, shining with an emerald green light, slowly integrating into the roots of the tree.
"Senior?" Qin Yang cheered up, and his guess was indeed correct.
That banyan tree demon is indeed a clone, and the one here is the original one.
Only when you absorb your own power can you be so relaxed.
However, the giant tree still didn't respond...
Qin Yang gritted his teeth, took out the Yimu essence crystals one after another, and threw them onto the roots of the tree.
Qin Yang's heart was bleeding as he watched the tree roots swallowing him up one after another.
After throwing out ninety-nine of the Yimu essence crystals in his hand, leaving only a dozen or so, Qin Yang sighed and cupped his hand.
"Senior, I only have so many in my hand. I have to keep a few as souvenirs. If I can't help you, then I'll try my best. We meet each other in the mountains and rivers. Let's meet again if we are destined to meet you. Where is your avatar? What is your life now?
It’s very good and very stable, so you can go with peace of mind.”
"After all, life and death matter, who will die if you don't die, right? After so many years, you must have looked away from it..."
Qin Yang turned around and left. To achieve this step was to really try his best...
However, as soon as he took a few steps, he saw that the ground was broken open, and a tree root quickly entangled Qin Yang's feet, pulling Qin Yang back upside down.
"Senior, you are not particular about this!" Qin Yang looked confused...
What does this mean? I can’t even keep a few as souvenirs?
I threw out 99% of them, but they didn’t even milk you. How many more are you missing?
"Okay, okay, I'll give you the last few. Senior, you are too careless!" Qin Yang gritted his teeth, took out the last few Yimu essence crystals, and threw them all on the roots of the tree.
Anyway, he gave it to himself in the beginning. The crystallization of Yimu's energy over the years has helped him a lot, but he took down the rest.
The giant tree ate the last few Yimu essence crystals, and its roots did not let go of Qin Yang. Instead, they entangled Qin Yang and floated towards the main trunk.
A crack opened on the main trunk, like a big mouth, and the tree roots were shaped like big hands, wrapping around Qin Yang and stuffing him into the big mouth.
Qin Yang's face turned green.
The crack was dark and gloomy, and it didn't look like a good place.
"Senior, I have saved your clone, and I am also the descendant of Lord Dao. You can't eat me even if you eat meat!"
I struggled with all my strength, but I couldn't get rid of the seemingly dry tree roots. My true energy seemed to be solidified. I couldn't use it at all. I could only watch the crack getting closer and closer...
"Senior, let me tell you the truth. There is a demonic hand suppressing my body. It is unspeakably smelly and extremely poisonous. You are in such a state of residual health that you managed to recover from the blood in your mouth. So don't try to die."
"It's better to die than live. Senior, I'm doing this for your own good, so don't eat meat..."