Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 321
The matter of the Hill Army came to an end, and the three veterans fought to the death on the spot.

The only remaining female patriarch chose to go with them after learning the news of the three colleagues during the brief recovery time.

In this regard, Fang Chang did not stop.

Giving people the right to choose death is his rare mercy.

Anyway, he is not bad for such a puppet now.

Back then, when Yang Qi came to the door, he killed only one veteran, but Fang Chang intervened, but all the five veterans of the Shanqiu Army fell.

All the other generals and elders of the Hill Army swallowed the demon seeds and announced their surrender.

However, only Yuan Tu was the one who really fused with the demon species.

After killing the elder Sanyuan, his temperament became more and more extreme. Apart from the basic fear of Fang Chang, who was in charge of the eye of the demon, he had almost no awe in his heart.

Anyone who dared to provoke him, even if it was just a trivial matter, would provoke endless revenge, and even almost killed a Nascent Soul cultivator who had a quarrel with him on the spot.

If it wasn't for the other Nascent Souls of the Hill Army to stop them, I'm afraid one of them would have died.

No one would doubt Yuan Tu's killing intent.

He was already possessed, and he was still a madman, so Fang Chang had to temporarily drive Yuan Tu away from the Hill Army.

If he didn't want to collect data from Yuan Tu, Fang Chang didn't like such a lunatic at all, and he wouldn't even stay.

Judging from the example of Yuan Tu alone, the performance of the fusion of the demon seed and the primordial spirit is not satisfactory.

The demon seed seems to magnify the most negative and extreme emotions in people's hearts to the extreme, so that other emotions are suppressed.

What Fang Chang needed was an independent and obedient subordinate, not a lunatic who would blow up at any point.

However, the research on the way of the demon is only incidental, and Fang Chang still focuses most of his energy on the mist disaster.

Thanks to years of research by the Hill Army and an unnamed veteran, Fang Chang already had a preliminary understanding and judgment on the core of the fog disaster.

"The core of the fog disaster is changing, but this change is not without rules. As long as I find the law, I can find the core of the fog disaster."

……

two months later.

In the white mist, nothing can be seen.

Fang Chang held a map of the hill boundary in one hand.

The other hand holds a bronze instrument similar to a weighing scale, with scales on it. As the position of the square length changes, the silver liquid on the scale rises and falls, showing different values.

"Thanks to the information left by the elder, otherwise it would not be easy to replicate this magic weapon that measures the concentration of fog disasters.

Add in the data other people have collected these days, and it should be close by now. "

Fang Chang summed up and summed up the fog disaster data that had been continuously measured by mobilizing all the monks of the Hill Army to go out in the past two months, and then replaced and calculated according to the formula left by the deceased veteran.

Counting and counting, Fang Chang actually felt like he was solving a high math problem.

He shook his head, shaking off this unreliable feeling.

I have already practiced, and I am a person who is going to become a fairy, but I can't escape the fate of doing the problem. What kind of outrageous linkage is this?

Soon, the moving tracks of the fog were displayed on the map one by one with the marking of the square length, and they were all places where the core of the fog disaster might appear in the future.

"Next, we just need to sit back and wait."

Fang Chang breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't really relax.

These data are true, but the formula is an assumption. It was calculated by the deceased elder, and it is very possible that it is wrong.

So before he actually finds the core of the mist disaster, he still has the risk of nothing.

……

Fortunately, Huang Tian lived up to Fu Yuan, relying on Gao Fu Yuan now, it was routine for Fang Chang to pick up money when he went out.

So after three consecutive trials and errors, when the fourth fog disaster was approaching, Fang Chang finally squatted to the core of the fog disaster.

It was an unremarkable hill.

According to Fang Chang's calculation, this place will become the core of the fog disaster, and the first ray of fog between heaven and earth will be generated from here.

He watched silently, waiting.

As the sun rises, the first ray of sunlight hits the hills.

The hill came alive.

This is not to say that the hills can run when they grow feet, but that in Fang Chang's vision, the originally dead hills have a spirituality, as if they were suddenly injected with life.

Then a faint white mist rose from the hill.

The moment the white mist and the sun came into contact, there was a faint fluctuation in the air, and even the light suddenly dimmed.

Then the sky and the earth were all white, and the mist filled the earth with the light.

Fang Chang lost the appearance of the hill in his field of vision.

"Got you!"

Fang Chang raised his hand to cover it, and the mist in front of him was compressed directly to the ground like cotton candy, as if a white quilt had been laid for the earth.

The world was instantly cleared.

The appearance of the small hill appeared before his eyes again.

But the fog in all directions is still rushing in rapidly, and will make up for the space that the fog lacks in a short time.

In addition, there are nearby fog beasts.

Wherever there is a lack of fog, fog beasts will be attracted.

But Fang Chang didn't care, as the sky and the earth cleared, his figure had already appeared on the hill, looking down.

"Identification!"

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【Spirit of Mist】

[Introduction: The Spirit Treasure refined by the Lord of the Hill World with boundary stones can be possessed on any hill in the Hill World, spreading the mist of peace all over the world in an instant. 】

[ps: Its IQ is not high, it will only act according to the rules. 】

[ps2: It is very afraid of strangers, only the fog can give it a sense of security. 】

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Alarmed by Fang Chang's appraisal technique, the Mist Spirit flew up and ran without hesitation.

I saw a khaki object that looked like a small mountain relief breaking away from the hill.

Strange to say, after the mist spirit left the small hill, the small hill swelled up rapidly. The mountain bag, which was only a few tens of meters high, suddenly became tens of meters higher, and large rocks grew out of it.

The original earth mountain was transformed into a stone mountain.

On the other hand, the mountains beside the small hill seem to have been sucked out of life, and even the leaves of the trees on the mountains are much more withered and yellow.

One of the mountains even collapsed and became shorter out of thin air.

Seeing this scene, Fang Chang suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is why every time the fog disaster occurs, there will be a lot of terrain changes.

That is to say, those changed terrains are the traces of the mist spirit's stay.

White mist continued to emerge from the top of the Mist Spirit, and the mist once again blocked Fang Chang's sight.

at the same time.

"Roar!"

With the sound of beast roars, more and more fog beasts seemed to be summoned, and kept coming here.

With a wave of Fang Chang's hand, the puppet army occupied all directions.

The fog beasts came rushing in like a tide, but they seemed to have encountered a river blocking dam, and the water was continuously scattered on the dam body.

Although there were some twists and turns, Fang Chang did not panic, but calmly said to the spirit of the mist hidden in the mist:
"The fog disaster lasts for an hour every day, that is to say, you can't leave here within an hour, otherwise it is a violation of the rules. We have enough time to play this game of hide-and-seek."

As he said that, Fang Chang opened his hand and smashed array flags into the ground.

As the array flags were connected and played a role, the dense fog just now was squeezed out of the array by an invisible force.

This formation flag is impressively the Fog Repelling Formation.

The fog-dispelling magic circle is a basic skill of all the forces in the hill world. Fang Chang did as the Romans did, so he naturally learned it.

As the fog-dispelling array unfolded, the fog in the array was getting thinner and thinner visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the fog was sparse, the spirit of the fog who was hiding in the fog was startled suddenly, and the fog began to grow again.

But Fang Chang's eyes locked on it in an instant.

The surrounding fog that could obscure the consciousness seemed to Fang Chang as if it did not exist at this moment, and he unhurriedly narrowed down the range of the fog-dispelling magic circle.

The spirit of mist is like a fish caught in a big net, no matter how hard it struggles, it can only be dragged ashore by the fishing net.

The surrounding fog beasts became more and more irritable.

The rare monster king-level fog beasts appeared one after another.

But in the face of Fang Chang's army of puppets, even if these fog beasts tore their bodies apart, resurrected puppets would soon follow.

Without the power above the transformation god level, it is impossible to break through Fang Chang's puppet army.

"caught you."

Fang Chang stood in mid-air, holding a round dumpling wrapped in mist in his hand, about ten centimeters, very small.

You can vaguely see a khaki seal in the shape of a hill in the mist.

The Spirit of the Mist, who was still struggling to escape, suddenly stopped moving after being caught by Fang Chang, and the mist quickly dissipated, revealing its original appearance.

It is khaki-yellow and rough in appearance. It is probably the kind of stone that was picked up casually and rubbed into the shape of a mountain. Few people will pick it up when it is thrown on the road.

The smog disaster that has lasted for tens of thousands of years also ended early today.

The monks in the hill world looked at the sky in a daze, as if they understood that a major event was happening in the world.

Only those high-ranking monks who belonged to the Hill Army who collected data for Fang Chang understood what happened—the treasure that should have belonged to the monks in the Hill World was found by an outsider.

Countless fog beasts hidden in the mist, all over the world let out mournful cries, turned into wisps of brilliance and lifted into the sky facing the sun, this time there was not even a trace of water left.

"It turns out that they are only one step away from finding the treasure of the Spirit of the Mist, the so-called King of the Hill."

Holding the Spirit of Mist in his hand, Fang Chang couldn't help but think of a certain veteran of the Hill Army thousands of years ago.

Maybe the deceased veteran was not even sure whether his deduction was correct, otherwise such important data and records would not be left in the second layer of the mountain army's treasury to eat ashes.

At that time, he may also simply want to deduce the law of the mist disaster, but he didn't know that the secret was in the law.

Both direction and choice matter.

Suddenly, Fang Chang's hands felt hot.

The Spirit of the Mist broke free from the shackles, and a picture was projected. It was a tall, handsome young man in a loose robe, long hair and shawl.

"Haha, surprise or not, there is no King of the Hill's treasure at all, but don't be sad, although there is no treasure, there is still a consolation prize.

That is to become the disciple of the deity, and I, the Daoist who moved the mountain, still have a bit of a reputation in the Beidou world.

If you cause trouble in the future, report the deity's name and keep it in Yi Ping's hands.

If someone loses face and kills you, don't worry, the deity will avenge you for thousands of miles.

Now let the deity send you to the main world to fight those real geniuses.

Don't resist, it's useless to resist.

Hee hee hee……"

The projection of the young man who claimed to be a mountain-moving Taoist flickered for a while. Anyway, he was waiting in full force, but no power appeared.

Then, the projection of the youth was clear again, but his temperament was much more decadent.

"Looks like I've hung up."

"What the hell, I have already said that if you go against the sky, you will not be rewarded. Isn't it enough to live for 80 years?
But who made me owe a favor. "

"Juniors who have received the inheritance of this deity, this deity doesn't care if you become a fairy or a demon in the future,
If you have a chance to meet a woman named Yaoguang, please ask her if you still remember a man named Ding Yi?
If she still remembers, tell her for me... Ding Yi misses her very much, misses her very much.

Ma De, everyone is dead anyway, so lose face if you lose face.

In return, this is what the deity left to you. "

After the projection was over, the spirit of the mist suddenly swelled up and turned into a tall mountain with two big characters engraved on it - moving the mountain.

Well, the name of the mountain is Qianshan, which has a lot of character.

A glowing portal opened between the two large characters.

Fang Chang thought that if he moved the mountain to leave behind, it might be the inheritance and treasure he left behind.

Although he is not short of inheritance and money, who would dislike his many treasures.

And there may be gossip about Qianshan Taoist and Yaoguang in it.

I just don't know if this Yaoguang is the same person as the Yaoguang he knew?

Fang Chang stepped into the Qianshan Cave Mansion one step at a time.

The area of ​​the cave is small, only two to three hundred square meters, and the layout is very simple, but there are many rooms such as the alchemy room, the refining room, the study room, the quiet room, and the material room, with all internal organs.

There is an alchemy furnace in the alchemy room, and there is a sea blue flame inside, the light is already very weak, and it will almost go out at any time.

But it can persist for tens of thousands of years without being extinguished, the quality of this spiritual fire can be imagined.

Fang Chang unceremoniously accepted the pill furnace and spirit fire together.

There are also a few bottles of refined elixir inside, but even if it is sealed in a jade bottle, the spiritual energy has been lost over time, leaving only the dregs of the medicine.

Then there is the refining room.

The refining room was empty and brand new, just like when it was opened up, there was only a large refining cauldron with the lid sealed.

In terms of quality, it is almost the same as the alchemy furnace, and it looks like a top-grade magic weapon.

Fang Chang touched it, and it was still warm.

When he opened the lid, he saw a golden brilliance shooting up into the sky. It was a pair of golden gloves, and the aura almost overflowed.

Fang Chang caught it easily, somewhat unexpectedly.

As the gloves start, the information about the gloves also flows into the mind.

The name of the glove is Lie Qiong, which has been cultivated for tens of thousands of years in the Great Artifact Refining Cauldron, and has reached the rank of the ultimate magic weapon. If it is not for the lack of suitable weapon spirits, it is possible to refine it into an ancient treasure.

I don't know why the Taoist who moved the mountain didn't take it away.

The most suitable profession for this treasure is Wuzong.

If one could wear this pair of gloves, it would be a breeze to break the magic weapon with bare hands.

Fang Chang put away his gloves, now he was more interested in the treasures left by Taoist Qianshan.

Although judging from the projection, this mountain-moving Taoist looks out of place, but he is unexpectedly generous.

(End of this chapter)