Chapter 143 Meeting an acquaintance again
Time and space seemed to freeze at the last moment, and the picture became eternity.
After an unknown amount of time, the surrounding starry sky shattered like a mirror, and Lin Shan and the Black Skull Demon Lord looked at each other in shock. This was the first time they encountered that feeling of having their minds frozen.
"The last one is the Immortal Master."
Lin Shan swallowed his saliva, struggled to say these words, and looked at the Black Skeleton Demon Lord intently.
The latter seemed unwilling to say more and just gave a vague response.
"It's just what you think"
"Hoo~"
Inexplicably breaking into a mirage and watching an interstellar war, Lin Shan's emotions suddenly surged, and he felt his own insignificance, and at the same time he longed for the vast world outside the world.
He doesn't know where this war happened, maybe in the distant sky, maybe in the ancient fairy world, maybe even in his hometown in his previous life!
The flying saucer, which represents scientific and technological civilization, brought back his long-standing memories.
As he thought about it, he felt the howling wind and the white sky and earth around him again, and suddenly remembered that when he broke into this place, he seemed to be chasing the "Phantom Ancient Tree".
After coming back to his senses, he quickly looked around and suddenly found a small sapling lying motionless on the ground not far away.
Lin Shan stepped forward and picked up the sapling. The reinforced panel did not respond. It was obvious that this thing was still alive and the living being could not be identified.
He stretched out his hand and tugged on a small branch, but found that it couldn't be pulled. He took out the Black Iron Sword and slashed it, and it was directly cut open!
Now Lin Shan was angry, and he took out the magic weapon "Shui Shuijian" and started sawing the branches.
"嗗嗗嗗"
The sapling in his hand seemed to wake up from the pain. When he woke up, he found that he was being sawed, and he was so frightened that he swayed quickly.
After a while, a small branch of the tree was sawed off, and drops of green juice flowed out. The wretched Black Skeleton Demon Lord next to him immediately connected seamlessly, took out a small bottle and filled it to the full without leaving a drop. Then he stopped struggling with tears in his eyes.
This time the reinforced panel responded.
【Phantom Ancient Wood】
Quality: Level 4 spiritual material
Introduction: Thousand-year-old phantom ancient tree branches, illusion materials, can be used to set up arrays and refine weapons.
Strengthening requirements: 64 points
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【Phantom Liquid】
Quality: Level 4 Spiritual Liquid
Introduction: The sap of the ten thousand year old phantom tree can assist in practicing illusion magic, improve illusion resistance, and refine illusion elixirs.
Strengthening requirements: 64 points
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After getting two treasures in a row, Lin Shan couldn't help grinning and laughing. The Black Skull Demon Lord next to him also followed Jie Jie and laughed weirdly. Only the small sapling in his hand shivered, and the leaves all over his body rustled.
This ancient phantom tree is obviously a chicken that can lay eggs, and it is a renewable resource. Whether it is phantom ancient wood or phantom liquid, he can not only use it himself, but he can also exchange it with high-level monks.
As long as you don't catch all the fish, you can take your time.
"This tree takes thousands of years to communicate, which is equivalent to the intelligence of a three-year-old child. It just helps you control its personality."
The Black Skeleton Demon Lord was evasive and obviously wanted a piece of the pie. He now also has a storage bag, in which he secretly hides a bunch of belongings from Linshan, always thinking of being able to start his own business.
"It would be great if there are seeds. My soldiers can have high-end combat power."
Lin Shan didn't answer. He didn't want the Black Skeleton Demon Lord to have too much wealth, and he would feel uncomfortable if he turned against the guest.
However, the two of them turned over the saplings in their hands and checked over and over again, but they could not find any fruit seeds. Maybe this kind of spiritual tree is grown by heaven and earth, and does not rely on seeds to reproduce.
Next, Lin Shan specially dug out a spirit beast bag and planted a spirit beast contract for the ancient phantom tree. This one has no soul burden, so he threw it in and let it play by itself. Now that the conditions are limited, I can only force it to nest here, and then find a way to change it to a larger nest.
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Relying on the guidance of the virtual astrolabe, Lin Shan turned left and right, almost fainting, and finally walked out of the miasma and phantom wind belt. His eyes suddenly opened up, and a subtle ray of skylight poured down.
After walking for hundreds of miles along the narrow path, the views on both sides broadened, which meant that he had completely walked out of the Dirty Poison Grand Canyon.
As soon as he left the canyon, he heard the loud shouting of killing in front of him. Lin Shan flew his sword into the sky and looked far away, and found a huge military camp lying in ambush not far from the entrance of the canyon. But there didn't seem to be many righteous monks stationed there, only about a few hundred people resisting the attack. The attacker is none other than his old boss Yan Yuanchun!
Yan Yuanchun didn't know when he walked out of the miasma and phantom wind belt, and brought out more than 300 subordinates, including Luan Chun and three other foundation-building female cultivators. Lin Shan was left behind by her.
I don’t know if this female protector is full of food or if she is really a skilled person and is brave enough to lead people to attack the main camp where Zhengdao is stationed here. It's a complete mess!
In fact, it is not surprising. A few days ago, there was a stalemate at Dongmen Pass. The Black Lotus Sect directly attacked the city and was only one step away from breaking through. The Zhengdao Zixiao Sect is responsible for the defense of the central theater, and is now busy transferring garrison troops from other areas to support Dongmen Pass.
At the entrance to the Dirty Poison Grand Canyon, only the original medium-sized sect Cangxuan Sect was left to garrison, and most of them were old, weak, sick, and disabled. Therefore, it is said that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.
Yan Yuanchun led the team out of the miasma and phantom wind belt. He was overjoyed when he found that the Zhengdao camp in front of him was strong and strong. This was simply a God-given opportunity. If he could capture this camp, it would be a great achievement.
The righteous monks did not expect anything when they made a sudden attack and were caught off guard.
Many rune cannons and arrow towers on the barracks were destroyed, but fortunately there were still various large formations left, and the old, weak, sick and disabled began to resist desperately. A group of demonic monks from the advance detachment also took the opportunity to attack, and the two sides fought fiercely.
Although most of Yan Yuanchun's subordinates are cannon fodder for casual cultivators, there are still hundreds of direct female cultivators under her command. They are her disciples who have been following her from Yichuan. They were protected by her all the way, and they finally come in handy now.
Pieces of siege equipment were assembled, including chariots, ladders, trebuchets, ballistas, and puppets were released one by one.
In the sky, Yan Yuanchun was fighting with a righteous golden elixir monk. This man was stepping on a snow-white spiritual crane, surrounded by eighteen crescent moons. It seemed that he was pressing her down to fight. Yan Yuanchun's mandarin duck brocade handkerchief stretched under his feet to a length of more than ten meters. Countless goldfish and carps jumped out from it and were chopped into pieces by his opponent one by one.
"Should we go there?"
Lin Shan and the Black Skull Demon Lord secretly observed the battle ahead and discussed whether they should also participate in the attack on the city. It was just that the attack of the demon monks on the ground seemed to be going smoothly, but the Yan Protector in the sky seemed to be at a disadvantage.
"Go ahead, this bitch looks like she's setting up a killer trick. This victory is not a small one!"
The Black Skull Demon Lord had a venomous eye. He stared at it for a long time and immediately deduced the clues. He figured that since Yan Yuanchun dared to fight, he must have had a plan in mind, and urged Lin Shan to rush forward to take credit.
Although this skeleton's character is not good, his vision is still worthy of trust. Lin Shan followed the good advice and was just about to go forward to meet his fellow disciples when something suddenly occurred to him.
He took out the summoning flag and shook it with his hand, and a vortex appeared out of thin air. A figure immediately rolled out, and almost everyone fell to the ground.
"Ouch! Am I not in the miasma and phantom wind belt? Where is this?"
"Huh? It's the messenger, you saved me?"
"You, old man, have fished out the little one. He misses you so much!"
"Woo! I got separated in the jungle on the first night. I have been surviving till now. I didn't expect to recognize you again!"
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A group of young men were suddenly fished out. They were overjoyed and burst into tears of gratitude. They hugged Lin Shan's thighs and patted him with flattery. What the latter didn't expect was that some of the people who disappeared in the jungle on the first night survived!
You are a fucking talent, and you actually survived in that poisonous worm den for four or five days!
Lin Shan had a little notebook in his mind and secretly wrote down this boy's name, planning to go back and train him in the future.
It's just a pity that the number one confidant, Old Man Zhong, was not summoned, and he didn't know what the problem was.
Then Lin Shan didn't waste any time and led a group of younger brothers to "Aoao" to kill the righteous camp ahead.
At this time, the rhythm of the battlefield has heated up. Under the leadership of the four foundation building stages, hundreds of people from the Black Lotus Sect destroyed a lot of siege equipment as a price. They have already attacked the camp city and started to face the defending righteous monks. Fight.
Lin Shan's more than 20 younger brothers were all listless at first, but when they saw that their side had the advantage, they immediately climbed up the ladder and charged into the city in high spirits.
It vividly describes what it means to be "laughing when the wind goes down, but selling when the wind goes against the wind."
The Black Skeleton Demon Lord was not idle either. He jumped down from Lin Shan, returned to his original size and took out the bone flag. Groups of white bone skeletons climbed out waving small knives.
While it was picking up the broken rune ballista on top of the city, it was directing the skeletons under its command to carry the crossbow stone spiritual materials into its storage bag, and began the process of picking up the missing pieces as if no one was there.
The fellow monks nearby were furious when they saw someone grabbing the loot, but they all recognized the identity of the skeleton monster. It seemed to be Lin Shan, the "pet" of the foundation-building envoy, so they all had to grit their teeth secretly and endure it.
Lin Shan didn't restrain this guy from searching for loot. He thought he was planning to recycle materials and refine ballistas to play legion style, so let him do it. Anyway, I don't know how to refine weapons, so I can naturally improve my strength by letting go.
He did not linger on the battle group at the top of the city, and flew directly to the camp with his sword. He found that the four female cultivators in the foundation-building stage under Yan Yuanchun had all come in early.
What surprised him was that the little girl Luan Chun was fighting with a female cultivator in the foundation-building stage of the righteous path at the Chinese army's main tent.
And this female cultivator is wearing a blue palace dress, with curved black eyebrows that are cold and noble, red lips so enchanting that they can pinch blood, and her whole body exudes an aura that can be seen from a distance but cannot be played with.
Recalling the information I heard before, the sect stationed at the Zhengdao Camp here is the Yingchuan Cangxuan Sect, so the identity of this foundation-building female cultivator is self-evident.
It happened to be an old acquaintance of his whom he hadn't seen for a long time!
(End of chapter)