run!The monster is here

On the way back, Xu Luo took a bronze flying boat and flew slowly in mid-air.

Thinking of the scene I saw in Danxia Valley, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought, especially the four words Jiuyin Spring Eye, which kept echoing in my mind.

He had seen records of the Nine Yin Spring Eyes in some ancient books. The Nine Yins are extremely dark, and Jue Shuo is bound to Bing. The purity of Yin is the source of cold.

It is said that in a dark and cold place, if the spiritual energy is pure and nourished over a long period of time, many strange flowers and plants with yin attributes will gradually emerge, as well as various precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures, including the pure and pure yin. Yuanshi essence, Taiyin flower, and even pure Yin spirit species, etc.

Among them, the Nine Yin Spring Eye is a treasure among treasures.

According to legend, the spring water in the Nine Yin Spring Eye is the purest and most yin spiritual liquid, which is a kind of spiritual spring.

What is spiritual spring?

Let's say that.

A spiritual seed can grow a spiritual vein, and the spiritual vein can grow many treasures of heaven and earth.

The existence of spiritual springs can conceive spiritual seeds.

That's right!

Can conceive spiritual seeds.

Therefore, the spiritual spring is also called the mother of spiritual seeds.

"Is it possible that there really is a Nine Yin Spring in the wasteland?"

to be frank.

If someone said that the Nine Yin Spring Eye appeared elsewhere, Xu Luo would never believe it.

The reason is very simple. As long as a treasure of heaven and earth such as the Jiuyin Spring Eye appears, all the major sects will inevitably rush out to grab some spiritual spring water at all costs. Rogue cultivators will not be able to turn to it at all. Maybe the news will reach your ears, Jiuyin Spring Eye. The Yinquan Eye has long been divided up.

If it's a wasteland, it's hard to say.

Especially the wasteland swamp, which is a notoriously cold and dangerous place.

Most monks would only choose Laojingou if they ventured to hunt for treasures. No one would ever dare to go to the wasteland swamp.

Laojingou is dangerous, and the dangers are only those prohibited by nature. As long as you are careful and lucky, you can find some valuable natural materials and treasures.

The moors are different.

There are not only dense natural restrictions in that place, but the natural environment is also extremely harsh. There are white-haired winds that can swallow people's life and death, black evil rains that turn skin into bones and corrode the body, and even more terrifying monsters and ghosts.

The monsters in the wasteland and swamps are not little ghosts or goblins. They are all kinds of scary big ghosts and monsters. It doesn’t matter what kind of ghosts or monsters, as long as they are big, let alone monks, they are just a group of foundation-building monks. The great monks are not enough to fill the gap between people's teeth.

"Then the old man talked about ancient temples and big demons, and he also mentioned having an arm... Could it be..."

Xu Luo couldn't help but think of a few years ago, in the ancient barrier in Laojingou, there was a demonic arm suppressing it, but he didn't know if it was the same one.

"This world is really not that scary!"

"That Empress Wuyou was the mistress in ancient times. She has been dead for who knows how many years, but she can still be resurrected..."

"The same goes for that demon arm. It was suppressed by the Taoist monks in the ancient barrier for who knows how many years. It only has one arm left, and it's still alive and kicking..."

Xu Luo felt a little emotional. Since he was reincarnated in this world, he has not seen a single legendary human being. Instead, he has seen a lot of monsters and ghosts that are missing arms and legs and have lived for who knows how many years.

……

……

Three days later.

Xu Luo was basking in the sun at the entrance of the cave when two good friends from Taoist Hehe, Fatty Zhu and Huang Pizi, came over mysteriously.

Fatty Zhu is a monk from Baoding Cave in Qishan Mountain, and Huang Pizi is an alchemist from Danxia Valley. As long as these two people appear at the same time, Xu Luo knows that they must be plotting something.

"I said, brothers, are you doing some work again?"

Xu Luo greeted the two of them into the cave, brewed a pot of fine fragrant tea to entertain the two good friends, and said with a smile: "We have agreed in advance this time, if there is another grave digging activity, Pindao will not Done.”

Over the years, Xu Luo has followed the two of them to dig graves several times. This job is indeed profitable, but it is very tiring.

At first, he didn't quite understand what he could find by digging a grave.

The magic weapon will be passed down from family to family and will not be left in the tomb. He originally thought that he would dig up the corpse and make some money.

Later, after digging several graves with two good friends, I found out that the corpse of the great foundation-building monk was like a spiritual field and could grow many interesting things, such as corpse grass, three-flowered moss, and muscles and bones. Ginseng, Five Zang Peach, etc., in the hands of an unorthodox alchemist like Huang Pizi, these things can actually produce many miraculous elixirs.

"Hey!" Huang Pizi was short and thin, and looked like an old weasel. He sat on a chair, crossed his legs, stroked a few white hairs on his chin, and took a sip of fragrant tea. He nodded with satisfaction: "This time, it's not a small business of digging graves."

"Oh?"

Xu Luo raised his eyebrows: "Could it be a robbery deal? Found another fat duck?"

"Let me tell you, old man, can you have some potential? What, in your eyes, the three of us can only do a small business of digging graves and robbing?"

Hear the words.

Xu Luo laughed dumbly.

In the past few years, what Huang Pizi and Fatty Zhu had done were either digging graves, killing people and stealing goods, and occasionally robbing a cave or something. Other than that, they had never done anything serious.

"Huang Pizi, don't show off. It's just the three of us, what's the point?"

Fatty Zhu was tall and round, wore luxurious clothes, and was shaking a banana fan. He looked like a wealthy businessman. He stuck his head forward and stared at Xu Luo with a smile: "Huang Pizi said, the wasteland swamp There is a Yinling Treasure Mountain. There are many treasures of heaven and earth on the mountain. Some people dug up the Yin Yuan Stone Essence on the mountain. Some people found a Taiyin Sunflower on the mountain. I heard that... some people saw old trees emitting black smoke on the mountain. The root, it is said that... there is probably an old locust tree that has grown for an unknown number of years in the mountain!"

Good guy!
Xu Luo really didn't expect that Fatty Zhu and Huangpizi came here today because of the wasteland and swamp. He glanced at Fatty Zhu and then at Huangpizi: "Old Huang, where did you get the news?"

"A few days ago, Mr. Jin Wu took a group of people to the wilderness swamp. He saw the Yinling Treasure Mountain in the swamp with his own eyes."

Jin Wuye.

Xu Luo knew it and had seen it before.

He is an old casual cultivator who is very famous in the circle of casual cultivators in the Mangqiu area. Many people follow him to find food outside, including Fatty Zhu, Huang Pizi, and Taoist Hehe.

What puzzled Xu Luo was how Huang Pizi knew about this.

"Did Mr. Jin Wu tell you this news, or did you get it from somewhere?"

"Where should I go to find out this kind of news? Of course it was Jin Wuye who told me. He asked me to tell you two and ask if we are interested in going to the wasteland swamp together."

understood.

Jin Wuye is going to pull a group of people to go to the wasteland swamp.

"That's right." Fatty Zhu seemed to remember something and asked, "How many people know about the Yinling Treasure Mountain in the wasteland swamp?"

"This...I don't know much about it, but..." Huang Pizi said in a low voice: "Several people from Danxia Valley came back some time ago, and many of them died. Even Senior Lin died, very seriously. Unfortunately, I heard...it seems that it was also in the wasteland and swamp, but I don't know if it has anything to do with Yinling Baoshan."

Xu Luo was silent, sipping the wine one sip at a time, thinking in his heart.

Now it seems that Jin Wuye knows about the wasteland and swamp, and the people in Danxia Valley also know about it. They should be a group of them.

Jin Wuye said that there is a Yinling Treasure Mountain in the swamp, but Senior Lin from Danxia Valley said that there is a Jiuyin Spring in it.

Either Jin Wuye didn't tell Huang Pizi the truth, or he really didn't know about the Nine Yin Spring Eye.

"How about it? Do you two want to do it? If so, we will take a risk with Jin Wuye."

After Huang Pizi finished speaking, Fatty Zhu rubbed his chin, frowned, and said, "That Mr. Jin Wu is not a good person. He is ruthless and has no sense of friendship. If he encounters any danger in the swamp, not only will he be He won't help, but will keep us as a shield. He doesn't do this kind of thing once or twice. "

"I'm talking to Lao Zhu, in our Mangqiu area, every single cultivator who goes out to eat is counted as one. Who is not cruel? Who is talking about friendship with you? Everyone is just gathering together temporarily for profit. It’s just that we have to take care of each other on the road. When the danger comes, who cares about your life and death except the three of us.”

"Of course I know about this. I'm afraid that Mr. Jin Wu will call us over and use us as scapegoats. After all, that place is a wasteland and swamp. If there is any danger, there will be no fucking place to run..."

Fatty Zhu was worried, with a worried look on his face, and said: "If we encounter some big monster, big ghost or something, with the abilities of the three of us, it's probably just a slap in the face. If we're not lucky, then When a gust of white-haired wind devoured life and death, our three brothers turned into ashes on the spot. "

"So, I'm going to discuss this with you two today."

Huang Pizi sipped a cup of hot fragrant tea: "If it were other places, we three brothers could sneak there. It is precisely because it is a wasteland and swamp that we have to go with Jin Wuye. Only he knows that Yinling Baoshan is in the swamp. Where."

"This one……"

Fatty Zhu was a little undecided and looked at Xu Luo: "Old Taoist, what do you think? Are you going?"

Huang Pizi also looked over and asked, "Old Taoist, it's up to you to decide this one. If you say go, we will go. If you say no, we won't go."

Among the three of them, Taoist Hehe was not the backbone, and his cultivation was also the weakest. The reason why Fatty Zhu and Huang Pizi let Taoist Hehe make the decision was because Taoist Hehe had the unique skill of prohibiting formations.

This unique skill is actually the best way to protect the Tao when you are away from home.

Digging pits and stumbling, breaking formations to release restrictions, protecting roads and attacking, and escaping from sieges are all magical skills.

"If you two let me, Pindao, make the decision..."

Xu Luo stood up, stretched, and said: "Anyway, idle time is idle, so why not go there? As the old saying goes, wealth can be found in danger, but the bold will die, and starvation will kill the timid. How can we relieve our worries? , only one can become rich overnight!" (End of this chapter)