Chapter 110 109: Taking stock of the harvest, Baiman Mountain Yinfeng Cave
When Ji Yuan was refining the immortal apricot in the southern Li boundary.
In the Zhaoyueling Ridge of Nanshan Region in the prehistoric true world; Xuan Mizhu was also counted and harvested in the caves of Baiman Mountain.
In the dark and wide cave;
There are four treasure bags in front of you.
"Look what that girl took out from Kunwu." Xuan Mizhu couldn't wait.
At that time, he had no intention of fighting with the Tongxuan Zhenzhen masters in the sect.
So with the treasure bag in hand, he quickly returned to his hometown, Baiman Mountain in the Nanshan Mountain of Zhaoyue.
As a result, those Kunwu masters did not even catch a glimpse of Xuan Mizhu.
"Wow!" A large number of objects were dropped from the first treasure bag, and the entire dark cave suddenly became dazzling.
Among them are thirty jars, ten bronze cauldrons, and six large gourds as thick as a human waist.
"Bailingsha... can be used to refine water techniques, low-grade..." Xuan Mizhu opened the jars one by one, and the salt-like crystal gravel inside shimmered with a hint of spirituality.
This inferior grade: it is for Xuan Mizhu.
In fact, Bailing Sand comes from the sea; each grain is formed by the erosion of sea spirit gemstones for hundreds of millions of years.
This sand can not only be used to refine magic tools.
It can also be used to practice magic; especially those who practice water magic, if you get one or two of these, you can get twice the result with half the effort.
Bailingsha is generally priced by the grain, the amount of money, and the amount of taels.
But there are thirty jars; each jar weighs about ten kilograms, and the total adds up to no less than a hundred kilograms.
"It is indeed Kunwu's ten thousand years of accumulation; although a lot of it was resold by the elders, the leftovers are enough to make a person rich overnight." Xuan Mizhu couldn't help but sigh.
The jar is made of jade; it is two feet high and the basin is wide. There is a seal on it marked "Lingsha, worth thirty kilograms".
This means that each jade carving altar has a capacity of thirty kilograms.
According to this calculation; thirty altars should weigh nine hundred catties.
However, when Ji Yuan opened it one by one, each jar was not full. Some of the jars had more than seventeen or eight kilograms, while the few had only two or three kilograms left.
Thirty altars add up to only one hundred catties.
A full 80% less; these elders are quite dark.
The jars are made of extraordinary materials and have forbidden talismans; only one jar is made when it is full.
The spiritual sand inside cannot be eaten by mice or run away by itself, right?
"Although it is of little use to me, I can wait until those evil demons come back and give them some rewards." The feet are running back.
I didn’t even come to inform the members of Cave 66.
They had probably just arrived at Qianniuling, or were being hunted or besieged by the Xuanwei Sect.
Thousands of heretical and evil masters.
I don’t know how many will come back.
Those who can come back will be greatly rewarded by Ji Yuan.
Open the ten bronze tripods again.
Suddenly, streams of rich earth energy and earth essence burst into the room.
Only the smell was a little stained; the withered grass roots on the cave walls were actually rejuvenated, and green leaves could be seen with the naked eye.
“Zifu Divine Clay?” Xuan Mizhu was shocked.
"How did Yin Yaoer get this thing out!!"
This Zifu Divine Clay, also known as Star Soil; it is the essence of the stars among the stars in the sky above.
There are none on the ground; Xuanwei Sect specially exchanges them with the immortals of Hehan and Han in the sky above Jiuxiao every time.
I want this thing for no other reason than to cultivate spiritual roots.
"This..." Xuan Mizhu was a little confused.
Ten tanks in total; this is a lot, and it is estimated to be enough to sustain the innate spiritual roots for thousands of years.
In terms of value, this is a priceless treasure; it is extremely rare, it is as big as a fist, and it would be sold at a low price for millions of merits.
Without this, the spiritual roots will not grow well and may not bear fruit.
Probably because the spiritual roots are delicate; they are produced in the early days of Hongmeng; their ability to absorb essence from the soil, sort out the earth's veins and earth's energy is billions of times that of ordinary plants and trees.
The acquired earth is simply not enough for spiritual roots to digest. This star soil is not considered innate; but it is the top among acquired ones.
It belongs to the essence of stars, a star; it often takes tens of millions or billions of years to produce some, and it is even more difficult to obtain.
If I lose this thing, I can foresee that the teacher will be looking for it fiercely.
"It's so worthless!!" Ji Yuan couldn't help but spit.
The key point is that it is useless for him to hold this thing; it is too wasteful to use it to carry flowers.
Normal elixirs can't stand this star soil, and if asked, they will be killed by the evil star energy.
"That's it; you can't give it back." Ji Yuan's face was filled with gloom, as if he had eaten a fly.
If he could return it, he really wanted to return the ten bells of sacred mud to Kunwu Mountain as soon as possible.
Not to mention holding this thing; Kunwushan will set fire on him and bite him to death.
Let’s just say that I only experienced the mystery of the fairy apricot in Nanli.
You can't hold up the bowl while eating, and smash the pot when you put down the bowl.
But I definitely can’t return it.
Yin Yaoer can only take the blame.
"Is this girl Yaoer filled with paste in her head? Why are you bringing this thing out? You can get some spells and elixir boxes that are better than this."
Ji Yuan opened the gourd and saw that he almost Falling down, he finally couldn't help but curse.
Six gourds contain the true water of Huangquan.
This thing is very useful for practicing evil arts; it can be used to instantly turn evil ghosts into guardian spirit ghosts; it saves countless hard work.
In terms of value, it is also very valuable.
It is a treasure belonging to the underworld; it is hard to find in the world.
Xuanwei teaches you how to use these true waters of the underworld to water your spiritual roots, hoping to eliminate the evil spirit of your spiritual roots.
Innate spiritual roots are not ordinary plants and trees; they are born with wisdom; they are no different from human beings; their personality is even comparable to that of innate gods and demons.
The spiritual root is its own; He is so proud and unwilling to be restrained, like a bird in a cage to watch, and a chicken laying eggs in its home.
So I feel sluggish day by day; I hate Kunwu Mountain more and more. If I couldn't control my life and death, my spiritual roots would have to explode and die, and I don't want to be a caged bird.
From this, Xuanwei teaches watering the spiritual roots with the true water of Huangquan, a treasure of the underworld, which is equivalent to forcibly giving tonics to people with kidney deficiency and depression, so that they can cheer up and quickly produce immortal apricots for Xuanwei disciples.
But Ji Yuan has no use for this real water.
"Sigh... But this true water can also repair the thoughts of the remaining soul, so it is of some use." Xuan Mizhu could only comfort herself in this way.
"As for the star soil, it really doesn't work. I heard that there is a waterway that can reach the Dragon Palace in the sea from the Blackwater Pond. It would be fine to find the old Dragon King in exchange for some useful sea essence."
< br>Fortunately, there are still three bulging treasure bags left that have not been opened.
Ji Yuan regained his expectations and opened the second treasure bag, but a lot of things fell out.
They piled up into a small mountain, and the precious light made the entire Baiman Mountain covered with golden light.
"Thousand-year-old pheasant feathers, five-color golden bird feathers, iron-eating beast skins, demon elephant tusks, these are all good." Xuan Mizhu finally showed a hint of satisfaction.
These are all spiritual materials; they should be obtained by the disciples in the teaching who do the demon-slaying mission.
The horns of the scaly beasts are the essence of those monsters and strange beasts that have been cultivated for thousands of years, and they are also their weapons to protect themselves and ward off enemies.
Some of the horns even have innate spell marks on them.
These scaly animal horns are still very useful; they are the main material for refining magic tools; some of them are rare, and you can learn spells from them, so you can sell them anywhere.
"Huh? Isn't this the golden rhinoceros horn that I beat back then." Xuan Mizhu opened the jade box, and found a two-foot long horn with golden runes lying in the box.
"Good guy; after turning around in a circle, it's back in my hand."
This horn was the first monster, the one-horned golden rhinoceros, that Ji Yuan killed.
I remember later selling it to Teng Haifeng Yuqi's little boy for 50,000 merits.
Close the jade box and look at the talisman seal on it. br>
I was tricked again by this little ghost named Yu Qi.
Ji Yuan sorted out all the spiritual materials one by one; there were more than 400 jade boxes, wooden boxes, and brocade bags, containing more than 400 pieces of spiritual materials, animal horns, and scales.
The value and merit are immeasurable.
I am looking forward to opening the third treasure bag. There were faint shouts and exclamations outside.
Ji Yuan had no choice but to put down the treasure bag first and walk out of the cave.
Zhaoyue Ridge is extremely large; in a broad sense, it encompasses the entire south of Kunwu and the west of the East China Sea. It is connected to the endless wilderness in the south and spans no less than hundreds of thousands of miles.
It is bounded by Hongchi Tianyuan; tens of thousands of miles north of Tianyuan is called Beishan; and south of Tianyuan is called Nanshan.
Only part of the northern part is controlled by the human race and Qi Refiners. Ji Yuan also obtained the Mu Mu treasure in the collapsing ridge of Beishan.
Once you pass Hongchi Tianyuan, you are basically on the edge of Xuanweidao's sphere of influence.
Therefore, many demons, ghosts, and heretics who are at odds with the Xuanwei Sect or other major religions use this place as a place to live.
Nanshan is wider than Beishan; in a broad sense, it has no boundaries, probably because it leads directly to the endless wilderness.
In a narrow sense, Nanshan has eight lakes and seven lakes, covering a distance of 140,000 miles.
Only these 140,000 miles are relatively safe and suitable for cultivation.
Because if you go further south, you will reach the demon clan area; that place is extremely dangerous for the human race.
Even if there are some heretics, in the end they are all human beings; they are incompatible with some ferocious beasts and demons.
And across the Hongchi and Tianyuan to the south are forty-six thousand miles; there is a mountain that is only eight hundred miles wide and one thousand two hundred miles long.
The whole body is oval and long and narrow; the mountains are towering; the shape is like an old turtle; and like a snake and a tortoise intertwined; its mountain is misty and misty, and its aura is rich; it corresponds to the source of the water veins; every time it meets Jiazi, this mountain is in As soon as the sun shines, it blooms with extraordinary light.
In addition, it is located in the Black Water Park among the Baze and Seven Bos in Nanshan; it is surrounded by mysterious black water, like an isolated island in the sea.
Therefore, it is also called Jin'ao Island. Also known as Golden Turtle Island.
It turns out that Jin'ao Island is the essence of the entire Blackwater Island. Therefore, there are many demons and heretics entrenched in it. It has been famous for a long time and has many disciples, including sixty-six caves. .
Also known as Nanshan Sixty-six Cave Sanxian.
Originally, over the past thousands of years, the masters of the Sixty-Six Caves have taken their time to go out of the black water to trace the East China Sea, interact with the Sea Dragon King, or go into the wilderness to pay homage to the Great Sage.
Or go to the small country of Nanshan and plunder one or two young children, chew them into pieces and beat them with their teeth as a sacrifice. Or go to the king's treasury to collect some weapons and tell the disciples to practice war.
Although he occasionally provoked the Xuanwei Sect and was chased by the disciples sent by Kunwu Mountain to send missions, or the cave masters were often afraid of not paying the tribute to the Dragon Palace and the Demon King, so they were trembling.
But life is still manageable.
Until the green-robed Patriarch, who was the incarnation of Xuan Mizhu, searched all over the mountain for exotic animals to offer [Centiper Bee Bag], he accidentally noticed this treasure land.
In the 66th hole of Jin'ao Island, there will never be another day to live in peace.
Xuan Mizhu relied on her high realm and vast magical powers to gather these evil spirits together.
Whether it is an old demon who has been cultivating for thousands of years, an old turtle who has lived in the black water for thousands of years, or a Taoist priest with profound Taoism, or a heretic who sells sorcery.
They were all 'forcibly' accepted by Xuan Mizhu and established the 'Zhongnan Demon Sect, with the title of Green-robed Patriarch'.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to be a disciple. If you don’t want to be a disciple, just drag him to feed the Centipede.
Ignoring the objections and advice of Nanshan Sixty-sixth Cave, he stopped making offerings to the Dragon Palace and the demon clan.
In order to raise centipedes and poisonous insects and study the methods of poisonous insects, the good-looking Jin'ao Island was turned into a smoky mess and changed into [Baiman Mountain].
It’s a long story; it actually happened in just over a month.
In one month, Xuan Mizhu transformed into the green-robed Patriarch and completely subdued the chaotic stragglers and monsters below the sixty-sixth cave, including thousands of disciples, disciples, and disciples.
Among them, the one with the highest magic power has three to four hundred years.
My magic power is shallow and I have practiced Taoism for only two or three years.
At this time, this sparkling black water was swimming in Baiman Mountain.
A crowd of left-behind monsters fell from the sky like mourning concubines; sparsely gathered at the foot of Baiman Mountain.
"Old Ancestor...wuwuwu..." The ferocious and ugly Zuo Dao, who was dressed in rags and had only half an arm left, howled the most miserably.
"Uuuuuuuuuupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Ancestor, you have to make the decision for us..."
"Avenge me..."
"Master, my disciple almost didn't come back..."
For a time, the cries of more than a dozen people resounded throughout Baiman Mountain.
Until I saw the dark wind cave.
The white-haired old man wearing a gold-flowered and green coat, less than three feet tall, with a big head and a small body, and hands like chicken feet came out.
The crying stopped suddenly.
No one even dared to move anymore.
Nothing else; the prestige of the green-robed Patriarch can stop children from crying at night.
"Xingxuzi; where are your junior brothers?" Xuan Mizhu thought for a moment.
I just remembered who the guy with a ferocious face and only half of his left arm was kneeling on the ground, who called himself "Master" the loudest.
My great disciple, Xingxuzi.
At the foot of the mountain.
Under the "kind" gaze of the master, Xingxuzi was sweating on his forehead, and he quickly said with a sad face: "Return to the master, my junior brothers and junior sisters are all dead."
"They are doing it for me. The master was loyal, but he died in the hands of those Kunwu Mountain Qi Practitioners, and now there are only a dozen of us left!" At the end of the sentence, Xingxuzi could only cry sadly
Crying very sadly.
For those who didn’t know, they thought his parents were dead.
But Xuan Mizhu remembered that when she first came here last month, Xingxuzi and other San people still regarded them as enemies. What if they would fight to the death?
"It's a good death; the rest are elites." Xuan Mizhu was not surprised but overjoyed.
Looking at the remaining thirteen crooked melons and cracked dates with great interest.
I am somewhat curious about how these crooked melons and split dates escaped from the dragnet of many masters of Xuanwei Sect.
As far as Xuan Mizhu is concerned, these minions have no value at all; just die one wave and find another.
Xuan Mizhu remained silent.
Xingxiuszi was extremely nervous, fearing that his master would change his face at the next moment and tear him into two pieces.
The people below didn’t even dare to breathe.
As we all know, the green-robed Patriarch has always dealt with evil spirits and demons with heavy blows.
In the past, there were not only thousands of monks in Nanshan Heishuibo, but nearly ten thousand goblins, monks, lay people, and heretics.
This ancestor has only been here for a month to open up mountains and establish roads.
Tens of thousands of demons from the left, more than nine thousand were fed insects.
To say that these more than 9,000 skeletons are the result of offending the ancestor and seeking death, it is still acceptable.
After all, in the magic way, strength is respected, this is normal.
But who knew that the ancestor had hit the wrong tendon.
I saw that they just wanted to go out to the small country in southern Shanxi as usual, catch some mortals, plunder some treasures, queens, etc., and offer them to this new ancestor.
The ancestor immediately turned him into meat paste with the palm of his hand and fed him the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu [Centiper Bee].
Everyone speculates that the ancestor may not be good at women.
But a few days ago, a conference was held in Yinfeng Cave, and a group of demons gathered together with overwhelming momentum.
After drinking two glasses of wine, the ancestor shouted that he wanted to beat Kunwu.
Everyone was so frightened that they did not dare to refute.
But due to the power of our ancestors, each of them could only muster up the courage and pretend to be heroic, saying, "My ancestors are powerful. I heard that Gu Lingmiao from Kunwu Mountain is the most beautiful lady in the world. After you capture him, can you wait with me?" Enjoy. '
"Paji" the demon was torn into two pieces by the ancestor's hands.
Clearly a moment ago, the old man in green robe was smiling when he saw everyone's high morale.
The next moment he suddenly went crazy.
Anyway, the old monster in green robe wants to kill someone. If you go in with your left foot first today, it will be a capital offense.
I thought that the Patriarch of the Green Robe founded the sect and gathered all the demons; everyone also had high ambitions; they hoped to conquer the world with their ancestors, hug women every day, and live a good life that would not envy sheep.
As a result, in just over a month, the fight with the orthodox Taoism has not yet begun.
90% of his tens of thousands of disciples were killed by the Patriarch himself.
God, even if we followed the demon king to fight Xuanwei Sect Beppu hundreds of years ago, we have been fighting evil and good for more than ten years, but we still haven’t lost so many good players...
He also said, 'The rest are considered elites and can teach me the truth. If you have made meritorious deeds during this trip, I will confer Dafa to you and so on.'
No one dares to believe it at all.
This old monster doesn’t regard his own people as his own at all.
(End of this chapter)