Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 322 Sacrifice Again
The magic weapon, the elixir, and then the inheritance in the study.

Taoist Qianshan didn't play tricks, and his main practice method "Magic Ape Turning the Sky Jue" was generously placed on the bookshelf in the middle.

Maybe they were afraid that the visitors would not pay enough attention to it, so the inheritance jade slip was even dyed a layer of gold, low-key and luxurious, and it looked like a high-end product at first glance.

"Magic ape? Moving mountains?"

Fang Chang started with the jade slips and briefly went through the information.

There were no restrictions set in the jade slips, and he easily obtained information about the exercises of Taoist Qianshan.

"Magic Ape Overturning the Sky Art", a Dao-level middle-grade kung fu method, suitable for Wu Zong's practice, swallowing the essence and blood of ancient gods and demons with a human body, after the mastery of the kung fu practice, one can compare the body to gods and demons, and move mountains with one hand.

And the mountain-moving Taoist devoured the blood of the Vigorous Demon Ape back then, and made a name for himself by moving the mountain vigorously.

"Looking at it this way, Yang Qi's ability to transform into a powerful demon ape seems to have something to do with this mountain-moving Taoist.

Perhaps it was Taoist Qianshan who left behind the blood essence of the Vigorous Demon Ape in the hill world, which was passed on unintentionally and was obtained by Yang Qi. "

Fang Chang couldn't help shaking his head.

Calculated in this way, I have also fought against Taoist Qianshan in the air.

Although this technique is powerful, but I have cultivated the soul, body, and mana, and I can't accommodate the fourth technique, and I don't have the time to practice it again.

"But don't worry, I will find you a suitable successor."

Fang Chang put away the jade slips casually, and began to search for other jade slips and some paper letters on the bookshelf.

What is recorded in the jade slips are other exercises of Taoist Qianshan, as well as professional inheritance.

After all, judging from the layout of the alchemy room and the weapon refining room, Taoist Qianshan is also versatile. You can't say that he is a Wuzong professional, but he feels like a reckless man.

In addition to Wu Zong, Taoist Qianshan also practiced different skills such as weapon refining, alchemy, formation, and runes.

However, Fang Chang may have lacked these inheritances before, but since he got the inheritance of the Demon Eye Sect and the Shanhejie, a sharing platform set up by the Empress herself, he has never worried about it.

For him, what is more valuable is the experience notes in it.

These things can be brought back to Qingxiao City and handed over to the monks of Qibu and Danbu to study the wisdom of ancient monks.

After a long period of time, the paper manuscripts have only left an empty shell, and the manuscripts will turn into powder when touched by the hand.

But Fang Chang was very careful, he had never even touched his wife so carefully, his divine sense turned into the softest gaze, carefully reading the written records on the handbook.

Thanks again to an unknown bigwig for unifying the text.

Otherwise, after so many years of evolution, he really might not know the words of Taoist Qianshan.

Most of the letters are essays of the Taoist who moved mountains, including poems expressing feelings, small notebooks of revenge, prose of sorrowful spring and autumn, and diaries of reminiscing about the past.

Between the lines, Fang Chang seems to have seen an unruly young man rushing into the world of practice with a pair of iron fists, forcefully fighting for himself.

Of course, Fang Chang also saw what he wanted most.

Gossip about Taoist Qianshan and Yaoguang.

However, there are not many records, only two small diaries.One is the first meeting, and the other is the reunion.

But it is not difficult to see that Taoist Qianshan has admiration for this woman named Yaoguang, and hesitation to meet his sweetheart again.

Obviously at that time he was already a great power to open up secret realms, but facing the former goddess, he still looked like the clumsy boy back then.

Fang Chang carefully kept the diary and prepared to give it to Yao Guang as a gift.

One is to fulfill the last wish of the Taoist who moved the mountain, and the other is to see Yao Guang's reaction.

As a potential entertainer, this kind of gossip has been brewing for tens of thousands of years, how many times in life will it be.

From the handwriting of Taoist Qianshan, Fang Chang had already confirmed that the Yao Guang he was talking about was basically the same person as the Yao Guang he thought of.

Because Taoist Qianshan complained about Empress Jiuhuang several times, saying that if Empress Jiuhuang hadn't stopped him, he would have embraced his love long ago.

Fang Chang felt that there should be no other Yaoguang under Her Majesty's hands except the Yaoguang he knew.

But... how did a weapon spirit get mixed up with a human monk?

Fang Chang ransacked the study room, followed by the sundry room and the small warehouse, most of which were spiritual materials that had lost their spirituality, and there was nothing worth mentioning.

The mighty power of time is silent, but it is everywhere.

It's just a pity that Taoist Qianshan didn't grow some elixir, even if he planted root grass, after tens of thousands of years, it will be ten thousand years of elixir.

With dissatisfaction, Fang Chang ransacked the cave of Taoist Qianshan.

Well, overall, the payoff is great.

Take the main cultivation method of Taoist Qianshan as an example, it is enough to stir up a bloody storm in the outside world, and let the great monk Yuanying go to death for it.

For some cultivators who have a shallow background, they are willing to pay a high price for it.

Even if it is exchanged in the world of mountains and rivers, the Jade Slip of Inheritance of Dao Rank Middle Grade requires [-] points to start with a chance of inheritance, otherwise it is impossible to touch it.

And there aren't many options.

After all, it is not easy to make jade slips of Dao-level exercises.

Even Fang Chang is only able to make the inheritance jade slips of "Bo Xunguan Thoughts" now, and every time he makes the jade slips of exercises, he will weaken his spirit and soul, and it will take a long time to recover.

The higher the level of practice, the higher the requirements and efforts for the producer.

In a way, this is also one of the reasons that restricts the widespread spread of high-level exercises.

As for the magic glove that has reached the top grade and is only one step away from becoming an ancient treasure, there is also a wisp of spiritual fire that has been burning for tens of thousands of years.

Compared with exercises, these two things are more helpful to each other's growth.

After all, no matter how precious something is, if you don't use it, it's the same as having nothing.

Fang Chang made a brief tidying up, confirmed that there was nothing missing, and left the moving cave.

Looking at the moving mountain cave mansion incarnated by the spirit of mist, Fang Chang couldn't help touching his wrist. He was wearing a pair of gloves, which had been integrated into his palm after simple refining.

At this moment, the glove is short of a tool spirit, what will happen if the spirit of mist is refined into it, and whether it can meet the standard of ancient treasures.

In any case, it has existed for tens of thousands of years, or even longer, and spirituality is naturally enough.

If there is no way to move the mountain Taoist, the spirit of the mist may have given birth to real spiritual wisdom long ago.

Thinking of this, Fang Chang felt that he was not too anxious to sacrifice the mountain world, and it would take some time to transfer the manpower.

The huge mountain world is also a talent base.

Fang Chang put away the Spirit of Mist, turned around and flew towards the Hill Army.

……

Another two months.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Chang has been in the hill world for nearly half a year.

space channel.

As the last group of people withdrew, Min Jun, the former left-behind member of the Wanshen Mansion, took a last nostalgic look at the hill world.

Although I have only been stationed in this world for more than two years, too many things have happened in these two years.

From a promising quasi-core executive of the Pantheon Mansion to a remnant party abandoned by the master, his life is always in danger of being overthrown, and his status and status have undergone earth-shaking changes.

If he hadn't stayed in the hill world at that time, his fate might have gone in another direction at this moment.

He doesn't know whether the current result is good or bad.

The only good news is that City Lord Fang finally spoke, and did not settle with them, the remnants of the former Pantheon Palace, and gave them a more relaxed condition.

As long as he swears not to oppose the forces of Qingxiao City in the future, he will be free and let him come and go.

Of course, most of the people chose to join. Who knows, if they don't join, they will disappear halfway.

The word freedom is easy to say, but whoever can truly be free in this world might as well find a big force to join, at least their lives are guaranteed.

Min Jun saluted Fang Chang who was standing on a hundred-foot-high mountain.

"My lord, my subordinates will leave."

He turned around and entered the space channel. Since then, the forces that have taken refuge in Fang Chang, including monks such as the Hill Army, have been sent out of the Hill Realm.

Unlike the Hundred Flowers Realm, the migration of the Hill Realm was relatively hasty this time. There was only the Hill Army, and it hadn't completely migrated yet, with a total population of less than a million.

Many monks of the Hill Army are still in the great grief of the death of the five elders, and various rumors are spreading, and they dare not return to the top of the mountain easily.

As for the other big bandit forces, because the forces are too scattered, and these people are used to being free and loose, it is not easy to discipline them. Fang Chang didn't have time to subdue them one by one, so he let them go.

As long as these people are not stupid to come here to provoke themselves.

Fang Chang cast his gaze to the horizon, shook his head involuntarily and said:

"Life is so precious, why don't you know how to cherish it?"

It turned out that at some time, a group of monks with different temperaments surrounded them. According to the saying in this world, they were bandits.

Moreover, he is still the great bandit among the bandits, an opponent that even the Hill Army had a headache in the first place.

Every monk who can be called a great bandit is a person who has escaped the siege and pursuit of the hill army, and his cultivation base is at the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

At this time, there were no less than twenty people, and the best of them had undefeated records against the veterans of the Hill Army.

"Foreign monks, leave the treasure of the king of the hill behind, we allow you to leave!"

A burly male monk with loose curly hair and a lion's head said loudly.

"This is the treasure left to us by the King of the Hill. Your Excellency was born rich and powerful, but you are a powerful force in the Lord's World. Why do you have to fight with us poor monks in the countryside?"

A tall and thin male monk with a clear face, holding a paper fan, was very polite.

"My little brother is so handsome, maybe he can't join us in the hill world. Then we will be a family, how about sharing the treasure of the king of the hill together?"

A girl with a very low neckline, extremely fair skin, and a charming smile licked her lips towards Fang Chang.

"..."

There were other big bandits who also spoke, and their words were different, but without exception, they all involved the treasure of the king of the hill.

That is the goal that many bandits in the hill world have pursued for a lifetime.

So after learning that the treasure of the king of the hill was obtained by a foreign monk, many big bandits joined together under the tandem of caring people, and specially picked the moment when their strength was empty to attack.

Fang Chang sighed and said:
"I really don't know what kind of curse you are under, that you are so obsessed with the treasure of the king of the hill, and it is obviously a baseless news that deceived you here.

Originally, I only thought about three or five people coming.

After all, if a fool dies, he dies.

Lian Peng, you did a good job. "

As soon as he pointed out, the surrounding mountains surged, rocks and giant trees fell, the ground trembled, and a golden light curtain rose from the ground, covering a radius of tens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.

"But once you've come, don't leave."

"Lian Peng, you betrayed us!"

The faces of many big bandits changed: "Is this a trap?!"

Their spiritual sense swept the surrounding space, only to find that there was no ambush at all, only Fang Chang was the only one from the beginning to the end.

The magic circle seemed mysterious, but it didn't feel any threat to them.

Among the thieves, Lian Peng's figure emerged, saluted Fang Chang, and then said to the thieves:
"This general didn't lie to you, the treasure of the king of the hill is true, and it is also true that there is only one city lord.

It's just that for the city lord, no matter how many of you come, you are still chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow. "

"To make a fool of yourself!"

"Too deceiving!"

"Let's go together, catch him and extract his soul, when the time comes, everyone will share the treasure of the king of the hill equally!"

Many auras flickered, that was the trick of the big bandits.

The magic weapon dances with the spiritual art, and the mighty power sweeps across the space, and the sky fire, mysterious thunder, cloudy wind, blood rain and other visions emerge one after another.

But Fang Chang just raised his hand lightly, and a golden light rose into the sky.

"Sacrificing to Heaven!"

At this moment, Tiandao's eyes followed the projection of the magic circle, and the entire hill world made a rumbling sound, as if countless thunderclaps exploded outside the sky.

Fang Chang also felt that the shackles on his body were gone.

During the time when Tiandao's gaze was projected, the rules of the hill world no longer restricted him at all.

At this moment, he just spoke softly, as if his words could not be followed.

"Disperse!"

Many visions that had already appeared immediately lost their power, and were gently punctured like a bubble, and a bunch of beautiful fireworks bloomed.

The air suddenly fell into silence.

All the big bandits looked at Fang Chang in horror, and only after the upper limit of the hill world was temporarily removed did they feel the gap between themselves and Fang Chang.

"escape!"

These big bandits made a decisive decision immediately.

In addition to their superior strength, judging the situation is also an important reason for them to survive until now. Those who are really strong have long been trophies under the siege of the Hill Army.

But Fang Chang led them over, how could he let them go easily.

"Ghost Hand!"

One by one ghost hands that seemed to protrude from the Nine Nether Hell protruded from the void, and grabbed the big bandits like little chickens without missing a beat.

The many big bandits who can call the wind and rain outside, and the Nascent Soul monks who have lived for thousands of years, are no different from children at this moment.

The gap of a big realm is really too desperate.

Not to mention a Huashen Venerable like Fang Chang, who has many advantages and has almost no shortcomings. It's just that he is a bit weak when dealing with an ancient boss like Yang Qi, but his skills are also relative.

"Today you are lucky to be my sacrifice, let's go."

Fang Chang had no expression on his face, and he threw out a pair of gloves from his hands, and all the blood and vitality of the bandits were absorbed by the fists.

This is exactly the method of magic, the magic weapon of blood sacrifice.

Fang Chang's craftsman level is not high, so he can only find another way to refine the weapon spirit for Split Sky, and these big bandits are the sacrifices he chose.

Although it is fishing law enforcement, he is the one who makes the rules now.

"Come!"

Fang Chang stepped on the foot, and the mountain peak transformed by the spirit of mist split open, and a hazy white mist appeared, and then got into the glove.

All this is very long to say, but it is actually between lightning and flint.

After all, this is to grab the wool of the big boss of heaven, and the time can be as short as possible.

Fang Chang held up the mountain peak transformed by the boundary stone, and made a gift to the eye in the sky.

Behind.

The glove was emitting faint blood, and there was a sea of ​​blood beneath him, with dozens of corpses floating and sinking, and the spirit of the mist was ignorant.

Outside the sky, pieces of black debris fell.

Lian Peng's complexion changed drastically, feeling the destructive power of heaven and earth, he shouted.

"My lord, save me!"

The world suddenly went dark.

(End of this chapter)