Zhang Wenfeng and You Meng walked for a long time through low hills with sparse trees and stepped onto the brown rocky land where no grass grew.
The air is filled with a faint smell of rust and copper rust, and the evil spirit of Jin Rui is becoming more and more obvious.
"It is said that in the center of the Fallen Star Canyon, there is a deep place called the Fallen Star Lake that contains treasures from heaven and earth. Unfortunately, more than ten thousand years have passed and no one has taken away the treasures at the bottom of the lake. This place is still bare and ugly."
Standing on a high place, Chief You Meng looked around, with a hint of emotion in his tone.
When he came here to practice, compared to the current desolation, there were almost no traces of monks. At that time, in this land of 500 miles in radius, gold monks and great demons who came to hone their skills could be seen everywhere.
There were robberies and fights, the atmosphere was chaotic, and it was very lively.
If you don't have a certain level of cultivation, don't cross the realm of cultivation, especially the Meteorite Canyon, which is known as a forbidden area.
Zhang Wenfeng asked curiously: "Even if the eighth-level powerful man takes action, he can't take away the heavy treasure at the bottom of the lake?"
Since the aura environment in the lower world changed, no monks have been able to take away the treasures, Thaksin believes. But more than five thousand years ago, it was the heyday of the world of cultivation. There were many masters. There were even immortals walking in the lower realms, and there were still treasures that couldn't be taken away.
?"It's not impossible, it's about not doing it. It involves a very bloody and taboo cause and effect. A powerful person who can cultivate to the eighth level has his own way. Why should he get involved in other people's rights and wrongs? It's just an eighth level.
Don’t even think about impressing them with Chongbao.”
You Mengchang gave a brief explanation, but he didn't want to go into details.
It is useless to say more about the old almanac that has been turned over.
If the two of them hadn't walked to this place, he would hardly have remembered the matter. Zhang Wenfeng didn't ask any more questions. The relics left behind in the world of cultivation are all kinds of strange, and each has its own story. There is no need to know them all, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
, as he approached the mouth of the canyon, he noticed that his consciousness was disturbed, and said: "The golden evil spirit is so sharp, no wonder I didn't see a few people."
The monks I met were all in groups of three or two, with brilliance shining on their bodies, and they walked cautiously. When they saw the two people who suddenly appeared without any protection, they quickly moved to the side to avoid them.
"This is the edge of the canyon. Go west for seventy or eighty miles. If you don't have a fourth-level cultivation, you won't be able to stay. Ordinary second-level and third-level people won't be able to fly here."
Before You Meng grew up, he refined a treasure for himself specifically to restrain the evil spirit of gold. In his own words, his old arms and legs couldn't help but toss, so why not do it if he could save some energy?
If the viewer is young, strong, and has high cultivation, it is a good thing to practice more. This time he was too lazy to waste materials to prepare protective treasures for the viewer, and let the old man follow the viewer and his wife to run around and be exposed to the sun and rain for two years.
Too many, is that true?
Walking along the canyon for more than ten miles, you can see strange wire-like plants growing on the rocky cliffs, some of which bloom with tiny dark red and dark blue flowers, which are fragrant and delicious.
"This is the gold-eating grass. It only grows in places with strong golden evil spirits. The roots and fruits can be used as medicine."
You Mengchang looked down on low-level spiritual plants and had no intention of harvesting them.
Zhang Wenfeng saw monks climbing up and digging for gold-devouring grass on the cliff opposite the canyon. They had thick ropes tied around their waists. There were companions above who were wrapping the ropes around the rocks to take care of them. None of them were high in cultivation.
After walking fifty miles towards the direction of the Falling Star Lake, the monk could no longer be seen.
On the stone walls on both sides of the canyon, especially in the dark places below, the gold-devouring grass grows more and more luxuriantly, with little flowers blooming at the right time, and the flowers are fragrant.
After walking one hundred, sixty or seventy miles away, You Mengchang stopped and said, "That's almost it. There are many caves and caves left over from the past on the cliff below. Pick one at random and clean it up so you can live in it."
Fifty miles around here was the territory where fifth-level monks used the golden evil energy to temper their bodies. It was okay to go further. He didn't want to make trouble for himself. It wasn't just a day or two, it might take more than ten years.
Zhang Wenfeng stood on the edge of the cliff, glanced into the darkness, and whispered: "I noticed something is spying on us?"
"The spiritual energy tide has been rising for three hundred years. Some low-level monks always die here every year. The remaining souls cannot fall into the underworld. Over time, they have formed golden evil spirits. Ignore the evil spirits that cannot be brought to the surface."
You Mengchang explained.
With the strength of the two of them, they spent some mana to fly at low altitude.
No problem. They found a spacious cave on the cliff. There was accumulation of mud and sand in it. They took some time to clean it up. You Mengchang put up an array for protection, and the two of them stayed here.
Zhang Wenfeng spends three to two hours every day to collect the golden energy of the Xiao Jinzhu in the flowing beads.
No one helped him condense the golden evil spirit. He could only slowly use the magic formula to compress it little by little, and then introduce it into the beads. It was time-consuming and laborious, and he had to resist the ubiquitous golden evil energy from corroding his body. It was quite draining of Yuan Qi. Every day
It takes three hours to meditate and recover.
At other times, he chants sutras, does homework, and comprehends the meaning of the sword, which is boring and monotonous. He has long been accustomed to this kind of spiritual life, his mind is calm, and he never goes out in the cave.
Occasionally, a strange cry of "Woo" could be heard from outside, which soon turned into a short scream. It was You Lao, the protector outside, who took action to kill the Jinsha Yin spirit that came to cause nuisance.
He can concentrate on his own affairs and ignore external affairs.
Xianling Temple, Bansuan Mountain.
He Kuyu came to the pavilion halfway up the mountain and saluted the mountain chief who was playing chess and music alone in the pavilion.
The mountain chief stretched out his hand to invite He Kuyu to sit down and said: "Three hundred years of spiritual energy tide are approaching. The last large-scale recruitment of apprentices in our Xianling Temple will begin next month. What I mean is that you are responsible for this assessment, and
Serve as the lecturer." "Yes, Kuyu obeys!"
He Kuyu did not shirk it. Master had explained this matter to her before going out.
Three hundred years later, the sect will no longer open its gate to accept apprentices unless it encounters outstanding talents.
All other sects have similar rules. Without them, the remaining time will not be enough.
"You go down and find Miao Gu. She has been in charge of three apprenticeship assessments and has some experience. In addition, you have selected the other ten teaching masters. You go to Qingzheng Courtyard to meet them and assign tasks to them in advance."
"Yes, Kuyu excuses himself."
Da'an capital, arrest department.
Shui Qingru, who was holding the sword in the quiet room and trying to figure out the meaning of the sword, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind. She stood for a long time, slowly walked out of the quiet room, and sent a message to her junior brother Zhang Xuan'an, asking him to come and help her in charge of the arrest department for several years.
She doesn't need to explain too much about things that are familiar to her.
Slowly walking into the quiet room again, Shui Qingru activated the formation, sat down cross-legged, and fell into the comprehension of sword intention.
After several years of hard work, she finally caught the subtle charm of the sword movement her master demonstrated. She will use this as an opportunity to understand the rules of her own sword. The intangible merits she has earned over the years, as well as her official fortune
With help, she believed she could overcome the situation in one fell swoop.
Zhang Xuanan received the summons from his senior sister and rushed from the sect to the capital in a hurry. The door of the senior sister's hall was open and his identity card was placed on the desk.
"Shengtang, handle the case!"
Zhang Xuanan shouted outside, feeling very good.
The senior sister wanted to break through in seclusion, so it was his duty to come to protect the law and handle a few cases for fun.
I don’t know what kind of evil cultivation, but the blessings gained from eight lifetimes of cultivation are worthy of his own hands.