Yunmeng Peak

Chapter 137 Chapter 130

Half a day later, in a courtyard full of aura in the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked towards the sky. sigh.

"This stubborn girl has made such a big breakthrough in a few years!"

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Yuanqu didn't worry too much. He turned his head and saw that there was no movement in the practice room behind him. Then he closed his eyes again and meditated.

After a while, a cyan light and shadow flew from outside Yunmeng Mountain to a courtyard in the middle of Yunmeng Mountain.

In the courtyard, Cheng Yuanjie looked at the familiar surroundings, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After a few breaths, a young monk in a blue gown greeted him with a happy face in the courtyard.

"Grandma, you are finally back!"

Hearing this, Cheng Yuanjie looked at the young man in front of him, a cyan light flickered in his eyes, his powerful spiritual sense swept over him, he smiled and opened his mouth.

"Qi Qing can refine the talisman with peace of mind these days, and her cultivation level has not fallen!"

Cheng Qiqing, the grandson of Cheng Yuanjie, the only son of Cheng Xiangxin, a monk with four spiritual roots, has a good talent for talismans.

Cheng Qiqing smiled and replied modestly.

"Grandson, due to luck half a year ago, I was lucky enough to break through to the sixth level of Qi training. As for refining the second-level mid-level spirit talisman, there is already a [-]% success rate! You can try to refine the second-level spirit talisman after you break through to the late stage of Qi training." High-grade spirit talisman."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Yuanjie smiled on his face, looking at the young man in front of him, his eyes were full of relief, but thinking of the young man's spiritual roots, he couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart.

"It would be great if this child has the root of three spirits!..."

However, she never showed any other emotions on her face, and the smile on her face still did not disappear.

After the two chatted for a while, Cheng Yuanjie opened his mouth to ask.

"Qi Qing, isn't your father in the courtyard?"

Cheng Qiqing shook his head and opened his mouth.

"Father is now in Yunmeng City outside Yunmeng Mountain! If the clan didn't need me to refine the talisman, I would also like to experience the advancement of the spirit vein!"

"Oh? Yunmeng City? Advanced spiritual veins?"

When Cheng Yuanjie heard this, she showed doubts and expressed her incomprehension. She had never heard of the term Yunmeng City in Chengjia's territory, and she had never seen the matter of advanced spiritual veins.

After a while, Cheng Qiqing spoke eloquently.

After hearing this, Cheng Yuanjie finally realized the reason, and she couldn't help being a little surprised in her heart, and sighed to herself.

"Ninth brother is afraid that he is not far from the third-rank top-rank array mage!"

Although Cheng Yuanjie's voice was low, it still reached Cheng Qiqing's ears. He was shocked and his pupils became a little bigger. But before he could ask, Cheng Yuanjie turned into a blue light and shadow , quickly disappeared into this courtyard.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Qiqing could only sigh softly, but the wonder in his heart did not disappear, and he sighed secretly.

"If Jiu Ye can really advance to the third-rank top-rank formation mage, with the prestige of the third-rank top-rank formation mage, he will definitely be able to keep our Cheng family safe for hundreds of years!"

Cheng Qiqing's words are indeed good. There are very few third-tier array mages in the world of cultivating immortals. Compared with other cultivators of all kinds of immortals, they are also extremely rare. Step mage.

Such a thing happened, not to say that there are few array mages in the world of cultivating immortals, or that there are no talented array mages. On the contrary, array mages are extremely demanding compared to other arts.

The first thing in the list is the spirit stone, followed by the talent, formation map and so on.

Even if it is a Tier [-] formation, dozens of spirit stones are required for each layout. Starting from a Tier [-] high-grade formation, the spiritual materials needed start to need three digits.

For such a huge price, there is a huge difference between a formation master and other cultivators of all kinds of immortals. An alchemist only needs a dozen or so pieces of materials to refine a second-level top-grade pill.

For casual cultivators who do not have a source of spirit stones, it is even more huge in comparison. If you want to earn hundreds of spirit stones, you may need to go through dozens of fights, and this is only the spirit stones needed by the formation master to arrange materials. It's a good thing if it succeeds, the refining disk and the arrangement of the magic circle can bring double benefits. If it is not successful, hundreds of spirit stones will be in vain.

Formation masters have thus become either rich or noble in the world of cultivating immortals. Most high-level formation masters come from large sects and families, and it is rare to hear casual cultivators becoming high-level formation masters.

Of course, it doesn't mean that a formation mage only needs spirit stones to improve his skills. It also requires extremely powerful talents, and it cannot be difficult to break through the third-order realm.

Cheng Yuan first broke through to the third-tier top-rank formation mage. Although it could not improve the overall strength of the Cheng family in a short period of time, it could continue to accumulate the Cheng family's heritage.

It would be of great benefit to the Cheng family if Cheng Yuanxian could refine a few more third-tier high-grade arrays while he was still alive.

Once the formation disk is laid out, the monks only need to inject appropriate spiritual power into it, and the formation disk can be opened directly.

This is just one of them, the most important thing is that with Cheng Yuan's third-tier high-grade formation that Cheng Yuan first controlled Yunmeng Mountain, even a Golden Core cultivator would need half a cup of tea to break through the formation.

Although the time for half a cup of tea is not long, for monks in the world of cultivating immortals, this time is not enough for the aura in their bodies to circulate for a week.

However, with the cultivation base of building a foundation, it is against the sky to be able to block the Golden Core cultivator for such a long time.

Although the third-tier high-grade formation mages are only relying on the formation, it is also extremely terrifying to be able to drag the Jindan monk across the realm.

After a while, at an altitude hundreds of meters away from Yunmeng Mountain, Cheng Yuanjie's eyes flickered with a blue light and shadow, far away, looking at the young man who had just talked to him in the courtyard, his heart was full of regret.

"It's a pity for this child. I'm afraid he will follow Xiangyun's old path in the future."

After Cheng Yuanjie sighed softly, it turned into a blue light and shadow, and quickly fled towards the distance.

After a few cups of tea, when Cheng Yuanjie came to the original location of Yunmeng Town according to what Cheng Qiqing said, she looked at the scene in front of the huge light curtain, her eyes were full of surprise, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Is this a Tier [-] formation? This place is really a Tier [-] spiritual vein, but why did the family gather all the ordinary people?"

With doubts, Cheng Yuanjie reached out and touched the light curtain in front of him because he didn't have the magic circle token.

After a while, a late-stage Qi training monk of Xiangzi generation greeted him from the city.

When he saw that the person outside the formation was Cheng Yuanjie, he hurriedly bowed to the woman outside the light curtain, but he didn't immediately open the formation.

Cheng Yuanjie also knew the reason for this, she didn't feel uncomfortable because of it, she just waved her hand and handed an elder token to the old man in front of her.

After a while, the old man of the Xiangzi generation opened the defensive circle.

This method is to prevent high-ranking monks from using special disguise secrets to pretend to be acquaintances to enter the magic circle, and then do evil immediately.

Although this kind of thing rarely happens, it is not without exception, but it is also a kind of sadness to meet such a monk who is not afraid of death. After all, once the monk who broke into the magic circle is found, he will be quickly killed by the magic circle.

The world of cultivating immortals is extremely vast, and there are all kinds of strange things.

At this moment, Cheng Xiangyuan, the sixth elder of the Yunmeng Cheng family who was watering the spiritual valley in the Lingtian in the central area of ​​Yunmeng City, suddenly raised his brows slightly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and sighed to himself.

"Nineteenth Aunt actually returned to the family from Qingcang Ridge!"

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared in this area in an instant, regardless of the eyes of the monks around him.

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At the same time, in a courtyard full of aura in the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged in the courtyard suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the training room not far in front of him. Up, sighing to himself.

"This kid's talent is really..."

After half a cup of tea, a young man with a simple and honest face walked out of the practice room with a smile on his face, and bowed to Cheng Yuan who had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

"Uncle, I have suddenly reached the fourth floor of Qi training, I must participate in this beast tide!"

Hearing this, Cheng Yuanqu opened his mouth with a gratified smile on his face.

"Okay, but don't be aggressive when the time comes. These are some magic tools I prepared for you. With these magic tools, you will have some strength to protect yourself when the beasts swarm."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Yuanqu swung three magic weapons from his waist and floated in front of Cheng Yutian.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Yutian's eyes were full of light. He is not stupid. The magic weapon is very useful to the monks. If he can have a powerful magic weapon, it can also indirectly increase the strength of the monks.

But when he looked at the last hairpin, he was greatly surprised, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, he couldn't detect any breath from that hairpin.

After a few breaths, Cheng Yuanqu pointed to a blue long sword and a magic shield, and said calmly.

"You must also know the Qingling Sword and the Earth Rock Shield. Both of the two magic weapons have reached the second-tier mid-grade. As for this hairpin, it is the third-rank low-grade ink dragon hairpin. Its main function is to call out the spiritual energy transformed The ink jellyfish, but only has the power of one blow, with this magical weapon, it can be killed after the foundation is established. For you, the last effect is the most useful to you, and it can isolate other people's spiritual sense detection!"

"This magic weapon is very useful. Many foundation-building monks will come to our Yunmeng Mountain during the beast tide. Having this magic weapon can also make me feel at ease, but if the beast tide is over, this hairpin needs to be returned. With me, understand?"

Cheng Yutian heard the words, looked at the hairpin floating in front of his eyes, the pupils of his eyes became several times bigger, and he couldn't believe it.

The objects that can be related to the dragon are all extremely precious materials, and now this magic weapon can summon the dragon to fight, it is even more shocking in my heart, and I thought to myself.

"The world of cultivating immortals is really amazing!"

After a full count of breaths, he opened his mouth and said.

"Uncle, this... Is this third-order magic weapon really for me?"

"En! It's yours during the beast tide!"

Hearing Cheng Yuanqu's reply, Cheng Yutian was overjoyed. Although it was only borrowed temporarily, it was also a third-order magic weapon, worth thousands of spirit stones. So many spirit stones are enough for a monk with good talent to go from no practice to practice. Nine layers of air.

But now he lent it directly to himself, he was so touched, he quickly bowed his hands, took the three magical artifacts floating in front of him, and quickly put them into his storage bag, fearing that Cheng Yuanqu would regret it.

After the two chatted for a while, Cheng Yutian returned to the training room again to consolidate his breakthrough. His purpose of leaving the training room this time was only to tell Cheng Yuanqu the good news of his breakthrough.

Cheng Yuanqu looked at the boy walking away in front of him, with a flash of joy in his eyes, and said to himself.

"I don't know what the child will think if he knows the secret of the hairpin!"

"Hahaha!"

After a while, in the training room, Cheng Yutian sat cross-legged on the futon, looking at the three instruments in his hands, a warm feeling inevitably flashed in his heart, and several gleams flashed in his eyes. Resolute, he didn't realize that now the misty Tao in his heart had been grasped by him.

Two days later, in another practice room in the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, Cheng Qifeng, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon, looked at the blue fireball in his hand, felt a little lost in his eyes, and sighed to himself.

"I don't know when I will be able to cultivate this ghost fire ball to perfection."

Cheng Qifeng was called back to his family to refine elixirs after he entered Yunmeng City to protect the ordinary people. He also understood this. After all, the beast tide usually lasts for several years. Supplies are needed. Without the low-level spiritual items such as pills and talismans, the chances of survival for the monks of the Cheng family who fought in the first battlefield of Huaishui County will be a little less. As early as ten years ago, the Yunmeng Cheng family They have already started to prepare the supplies for the beast tide.

Since returning to Yunmeng Mountain for more than ten days, Cheng Qifeng has been comprehending the You Huo Ball recorded in the Burning Fire Jue, but he has never been able to cultivate the You Huo Ball to perfection. Ninety percent of the Youhuo was condensed.

After a while, Cheng Qifeng looked a little lost, and after sighing softly, he waved his hand and took the You Huo contained in the You Huo Ball back into his body.

Then he took out the pill furnace from the storage bag and started the task of refining the pill arranged by the family.

Three days later, in a training room, Cheng Yutian looked at the hairpin in his hand, feeling a little disappointed, and sighed to himself.

"I didn't expect it would take such a long time for such treasures to absorb spiritual energy before they can use their spiritual power to transform into ink dragons! No wonder my uncle borrowed such a high-grade magic weapon from me."

Cheng Yutian felt a little unwilling. He thought he had obtained an extremely powerful magic weapon, but unexpectedly, he only got an auxiliary magic weapon!
After a moment of silence, Cheng Yutian let out a deep sigh, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said to himself again.

"Ugh!"

"However, being able to summon an ink dragon phantom to protect myself during the beast tide is already good. I am too greedy. Presumably my uncle just wanted to use this magic weapon to isolate me from the detection of other monks."

"Having this ink dragon can also keep me safe. It would be great if my own cultivation can reach the foundation establishment!"

It takes five years for the ink dragon hairpin to condense enough aura to summon a phantom of ink dragon whose strength is comparable to that of the early stage of foundation establishment. Its main function is indeed to isolate other people's spiritual sense detection!
(End of this chapter)