My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 5 Little friend, why don't you return the treasure of the poor?

On the boundary cliff.

Every two hours, Han Shou would ignite a new Soul Forging Grass with a real flint.

Green smoke curled around his increasingly clear and real soul body.

one day.

Two days.

In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

The vast and boundless sea of ​​blood still seemed calm, but in reality it was undercurrents and turbulent.

In the past two days, there was no trace of the Asura tribe created by the legendary Lord Styx of the Blood Sea.

On the other side of the boundary cliff, there is still not a single ghost in the desolate and vast nether world.

Han Shouan practiced steadily for two days.

"Bang bang... Zizi~"

When he practiced the "Spiritual Alchemy Method", he seemed to always hear all kinds of annoying noises when the phantoms such as knives, guns, axes, chisels, furnaces, water, fire and other phantoms tempered the soul body.

Refining the gods is inherently more difficult and dangerous than refining the body.

All kinds of abnormal phenomena produced during resisting the gods will also produce tests such as pain, numbness, sourness, and refreshment.

"scoff~"

The last bit of dark red spark left in the Soul Forging Grass was extinguished.

In front of him was a thick pile of dark ashes from the burnt Soul Forging Grass.

Han Shou woke up from his practice.

At this moment, his soul body is already close to the real physical body.

It is difficult to detect with the naked eye, whether he is a ghost or a person of flesh and blood.

He frowned, and soon stretched out again:

"It's still in the night travel realm, but I broke through from the early stage of the night travel realm to the late stage, and failed to break through to the day travel realm, but... I broke through two small realms in two days. This speed... I'm still not satisfied, um Indeed, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal!"

"In the Great Flame World, if you can break through a small realm in a year, you will be ecstatic."

"Now it took two days to break through two small realms, what's the point of dissatisfaction?"

"This is still a situation where I can't figure out the true meaning of the Primordial Purple Qi. If I understand the profound meaning of this one-tenth of the purple energy that can help people become holy, the benefits will be unimaginably great!"

Han Shou raised one hand to touch his other.

As a result, it passed through as a matter of course.

Carefully observe the clearly identifiable lines on the palm and the fine hair on the arms, everything is almost the same as a flesh and blood body.

Glancing at the phantom hourglass on his left arm.

The grains of sand in the hourglass are about to flow out, and it will take at most another hour to return to the Great Flame World.

Han Shou held the god order in his hand, stood up and looked at the dark sea of ​​blood under the cliff.

The sea of ​​blood was formed by Pangu's navel when he died and transformed into all things.

It is the most filthy place in the wilderness, and it can be called the garbage dump of the wilderness.

At the same time, the size of the sea of ​​blood is unfathomable, spanning hundreds of millions of miles.

Han Shou walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

The dark red blood below [-] meters slowly surged and receded like a tide.

"Huh? This is..."

Han Shou's pupils shrank, and a chunk of crystal-clear bones, as thick as a truck, appeared in the black sand pile at the ebb tide under the cliff.

There are subtle halos looming on the bones.

It has a faint ancient, desolate and noble charm.

Han Shou's eyes were blurred, and he couldn't help raising one foot in the air, and then he was about to pounce on the bones in the black sand.

"Wow~"

At this moment, the rising dark red tide swept away the bones again.

Han Shou came back to his senses with a jolt, and hurriedly backed away. With a thought, the halo of the Yin Soldier battle armor rune on his chest circulated, turning into the battle armor and covering his whole body.

"Hey~"

"What a wicked bone!"

Han Shouhou was terrified, but curious.

When the tide receded, the huge crystal bones were exposed again, and I looked down again relying on the protection of the Yin soldiers' armor.

The Yin Bing Armor has infinite uses, and it can weaken almost all Yin evil forces.

When looking directly at the bones again.

"Roar"

In a trance, Han Shou saw a thousand-foot-long seven-clawed white dragon rushing towards his face.

"Shu~"

Han Shou backed away in shock.

"Illusion?"

"No!"

"That huge bone is the bone of the seven-clawed white dragon!"

Han Shou's face is very wonderful.

Seven-clawed White Dragon!

Since the last calamity, the battle between the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans was known as the first calamity of the Dragon Han Dynasty, the dragon clan that retreated to the world has no pure-blooded dragons with more than five claws.

Today's Dragon King of the Four Seas has only five claws.

The seven-clawed dragon family is purer than the blood of the current Dragon King of the Four Seas.

A seven-clawed white dragon bone...

Han Shou couldn't bear the temptation.

Just turn your hand over and touch the Taotie portrait on the front of Shenshenling.

"Om~"

The gods made it fly into the sky, turning into a black hole that absorbed the corpses and shining around.

Unexpectedly, the black hole turned up, down, left, and right, back and forth, and everything was swallowed until it turned into a god and flew into his hands with a "swoosh".

Han Shou frowned: "The power of the gods to collect the corpse doesn't work on the keel?"

"wrong!"

"It's not that it doesn't work on keels, but it doesn't work on Nether Blood Sea!"

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I become.

"The god order cannot be used, and the space of the Yinbing armor is too small, it can only accommodate 10 cubic meters, even if you can get the keel, there is no place to put it!"

Han Shou was extremely unwilling.

"This is the bone of the seven-clawed white dragon!"

"If you bring it back to the Great Yan World, if you throw it into the auction house, the monks in the entire Zhao Kingdom will go crazy."

"If it is used as the main material for alchemy or weapon refining, it is enough to become the treasure of a big sect!"

"Are you really going to give up like this?"

"Compared with this keel, the corpse of the thunder python in the god's space is nothing worth mentioning!"

From the information passed on to him by the order of the gods, Han Shou already knew that Thunder Python is a big monster roughly equivalent to a Xuanxian, with a trace of five-claw Thunder Dragon blood. .

In the Xuanmen Xiandao handed down by the ancestors of Honghuangdao.

The levels from lowest to highest are:
Tianxian
Xuanxian
True fairy
golden fairy
Taiyi Golden Fairy
Daluo Jinxian
Han Shou thought hard about how to get the seven-clawed white dragon bone and take it away.

Time passed slowly.

Suddenly, a weak and hoarse voice came from far and near:

"Little friend, it turns out that you are here, and it was hard for the poor to find you!"

Han Shou felt cold all over, and he recovered instantly.

Over the dark and boundless sky of Netherland, a little red light flew rapidly from a distance.

When it was about to fly over Han Shou, the red light turned into an extremely transparent phantom of the red-robed old man that seemed to dissipate at any moment.

The old man has a kind and kind appearance, with a red leather gourd surrounded by mist under his feet.

"Little friend, you don't go back to the Netherworld Palace, but you hide here. Could it be that you want to confuse the treasure handed to you by the poor?" The illusory old man got closer and closer, his face gradually grim.

"Return the treasure that Pindao entrusted to you for safekeeping!" said the old man, pointing to the red leather gourd under his feet.

Murder and kill!
Han Shou was startled, and subconsciously glanced at the hourglass on his left hand.

Only the last few grains of sand remain in the hourglass and slide down through the tiny gaps.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the crystal keel exposed by the ebb tide just below the cliff.

Without even thinking about it, he immediately stepped out and fell into the sea of ​​blood.

"Huh~boom!"

When he fell into the sea of ​​blood, a strange black mist suddenly rose from the calm sea of ​​blood and rushed towards Han Shou.

"Hee hee hee hee~"

"Mine! Mine!"

"Finally there are living creatures again, don't fight with me!"

"Hee hee, sister, you are still young, how can you compete with your sister?"

"Hey... so it's a ghost soldier from the underworld!"

"Come on baby, let's become one with my sister!"

Several strands of black mist rushed towards Han Shou.

"evil creature!"

"A mere celestial demon dares to seize the treasure of the poor?"

"disease!"

The old man was obviously weakened to the extreme, and only his true spirit remained, not even a billionth of his peak strength.

However, it is still not something ordinary demons can mess with.

A line of red sand sprayed out from the red gourd under his feet, covering dozens of miles in a tenth of an instant, surpassing Han Shouhong's black mist flying below.

"Ah~"

"Forgive me!"

"Do not……"

The moment the red sand hit, the black mist of the demon disappeared.

Han Shou's soul body narrowly avoided the red sand, and happened to land on the keel the size of a truck.

Just then, the last grain of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass on the left arm.

When the channel was activated before, the faint and indifferent voice sounded again as if there was nothing: "The time has come!"

"Little friend, why don't you return the treasure of the poor?"

"Hey~"

A line of red sand sprayed out from the red gourd in the air again, blasting towards Han Shou.

(End of this chapter)