Retrograde fairy way

"Where is this? Let's not talk about how difficult it is to transform plants and trees into spirits. With my cultivation level at that time, just trying to get out of the ancient tomb is even more difficult!"

Gu Cangsong gave a wry smile, as if he had lingering fear in his heart, he stroked his chest.

"It's so difficult, how can I get in? Let alone get the corpse of the Qingling Immortal Master?"

Wang Mo frowned, because when the ancient Cangsong had difficulty transforming into form, he definitely had a sixth-level cultivation, otherwise it would be absolutely difficult to escape from that kind of tomb.

"Although this matter is difficult, it is nothing to the Lord."

Gu Cang paused for a moment, as if he was correcting his thoughts, "The reason why I was able to transform into a spirit back then was because one of the people who entered from the outside was the spirit body of the most wood.

Relying on his supernatural powers, this person wanted to forcibly break into the large azure array arranged by twelve azure pines, but he was broken up, and his primordial spirit root was taken away by me, which made me finally manifest in form.

As for the large azure array protecting the tomb, if it is placed outside, it may be nothing to those strong in the spirit void state, even those in the great perfection of the Nirvana spirit state, but in the space of the tomb, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to break through.

Each of my eleven clan brothers has a mid-stage cultivation in the Nirvana Realm. Even though there are flaws in the big formation without me, it is definitely not something that a cultivator in the Nirvana Realm can break through! "

"You mean, let me break into the depths of the tomb?"

The corners of Wang Mo's brows twitched, as if he understood what Gu Cangsong meant.

"That's right, with the power of the Lord's Nine Ghosts Formation, the Qingling Sacrifice can be opened in Jiazi time, plus the flesh and blood essence and evil soul crystal obtained in the soul spider's lair, it is enough to break through to the middle stage of the sixth level. With me It is not difficult to cope with it and break into the depths of the tomb!"

Gu Cangsong vowed firmly.

"But since the Qingling Ceremony is a grand event in the Twelve States, how can I be qualified to participate in it?"

Wang Mo was still a little uncertain.

"This matter is not difficult, as long as the lord uses a special formula to induce the entrance of the tomb on the day of the ceremony, although the entrance of the tomb needs special treasures to open, but under the guidance of the tactic, the lord will be absorbed into it by himself at that time.

And the old can also enter along with it. I am originally the shape of the ancient pine in the tomb, and I will lead the way for the owner to reach the depths of the tomb.

When you come out, you can also go from another place, and you can completely avoid those strong men from the twelve states! "

Gu Cangsong's expression was extremely frank, and he almost patted his chest to Wang Mo.

"Okay, since that's the case, you list the things I need, and I will collect them when I arrive in Dongping Prefecture in a few days!"

Wang Mo took a deep breath and made a decision.

In the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, he didn't feel the slightest evil towards him in Gu Cangsong's words, so it can be seen that he didn't lie.

That being the case, [-]% of this matter is feasible, but it is just a little delay, and he can still afford to wait.

What's more, for Wang Mo, a treasure left by an immortal master in the Dao Lingjing is also a great temptation.

Hearing the words, Gu Cangsong didn't say any more, and hurriedly took out a jade slip, engraved it, and handed it to Wang Mo.

For him, it can be said that he spared no effort to serve Wang Mo, not to mention that he also had a lot of benefits from entering the tomb. As for these, he kept a cautious eye and didn't say anything.

......

Outside the Teleportation Hall of Nanyang City, Dongping Prefecture, the middle-aged monk transformed by Wang Mo strode out, and after a few dodges, he disappeared into the passing crowd.

In the city, Wang Mo kept shuttling through various shops, collecting all kinds of special refining materials and even formations needed.

Although there are many high-level mineral deposits in the space of Zhenyuan Pagoda, all of his needs are extremely special, and it takes some effort to find them.

A few days later, Wang Mo left Nanyang City and went straight to Ziyun City where the Qingling Festival was held.

This Ziyun City is the outer city of the most powerful Ziyunfeng Sect in Dongping Prefecture, and its strongest is rumored to be a late-stage overlord of the Spirit Void Realm.

Among the twelve prefectures in the entire Eastern Continent, there is only one Dzogchen in the Spiritual Void Realm, and the power of this late-stage Spiritual Void Realm expert can be imagined.

In Ziyun City.Wang Mo also searched the various shops, and after collecting what he needed, he went out of the city.

There are nearly 50 years away from the Qingling Festival. Using this time, he has to refine the things he needs and prepare to improve his cultivation.

Of course, it is also necessary to find a secluded place for Gu Cangsong, so that he can use it to survive the catastrophe after his breakthrough in cultivation.

Time flies, three years have passed, and in a remote place hundreds of thousands of miles away from Ziyun City, the dark clouds are surging, and the sky is thundering, and it has been more than ten hours.

The rich wood-type aura in it drifted away, the huge tree shadows twitched, and there were hundreds of miles of calamity clouds. I don't know how many violent thunders fell before they finally dissipated.

With such a big commotion, although this place is extremely remote, because of the grand event of the Qingling Festival in Dongping Prefecture, there are a lot of powerful people from all sides, and many people come to watch.

But in the end, after the thunder calamity passed, several nearby spiritual void experts wanted to find out, but they found nothing.

As for the person who crossed the catastrophe, the cultivators talked about it, but in the end they didn't come to a clear conclusion.

Of course, there are also some well-informed old monsters who vaguely guessed the identity of the person who crossed the catastrophe from the monstrous tree shadows, but because they didn't see it, they finally let it go.

Someone crossed the catastrophe, with such momentum, it is undoubtedly the catastrophe of the spirit void, and at this moment when the Qingling Festival is approaching, it adds a bit of talk.

What no one knew was that in the void where the thunder calamity was located, there was an existence like a grain of sand, which was the Zhenyuan Pagoda.

In the space, the ancient cangsong, which turned into a young man, has an incomparably majestic aura around him. It is obvious that he has just broken through and is still unable to restrain his own power.

"Since you have broken through, you can rest here and refine everything you need after your cultivation is stable!"

Wang Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Before the thunder disaster came, he had watched it for a while, and then he was overwhelmed, let alone survived the disaster.

"I understand!"

Gu Cangsong suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed down and saluted, then walked into the prepared cave and went to recuperate.

Wang Mo didn't bother him any more, and walked to another mountain in a flash, and also entered a cave to practice.

There are still more than forty years left in the Qingling Festival. What he needs is to use the rich spiritual energy in the Zhenyuan Pagoda to see if he can break through to the Great Perfection in one fell swoop.

......

Time flies like a white horse, and decades have passed in a flash.

Due to the grand event of the Qingling Festival in the Twelve States of the Eastern Continent, which was held in Ziyun City, Dongping Prefecture, the number of monks coming and going increased several times compared to usual.

Even Nirvana Realm powerhouses who are rarely seen can be seen everywhere. When there are more people, there will be more things to do.

As the host, Ziyun Peak sent out most of the masters and disciples this time to maintain the order of monks coming and going.

"Zi Ling, wait for me!"

In Ziyun City, on a wide street, an extremely handsome young man followed a woman in purple with a flattering face.

I saw that purple-clothed woman, slim, graceful, indescribably beautiful and moving, even wearing a gauze scarf, she was still fascinated.

Lightly moving between the lotus steps, the figure seems to move forward slowly and quickly. Wherever it passes, even if there are a lot of people, they will unconsciously give way to the road.

As for the young monk in the light golden brocade robe, when he shouted, he didn't attract the slightest attention from the people around him.

The situation of the two seems quite strange.

"Ling Zhanyun, stop pestering me, or I will tell my father to expel you from Dongping Prefecture himself!"

The woman named Zi Ling frowned slightly, and a flash of embarrassment flashed in her beautiful eyes, she stopped and looked back.

As soon as he stopped, the aura of green spirit dissipated immediately, and a seductive fragrance rippled out, causing all the monks around to stop, with astonishment in their eyes.

Unconsciously, why did this kind of woman suddenly appear, and they didn't attract their attention at all before.

According to his words, this young man is none other than Ling Zhanyun, the strong Lingyi clan who had a lot of anxiety with Wang Mo in Dongming Prefecture.

"Hey, I know Zi Ling, you are the kindest person, how could you let my uncle drive me away?"

At this moment, Ling Zhanyun completely lost the coercion and domineeringness of the past. He leaned forward with a shy face, and stretched out his hand to touch Zi Linghao's wrist.

He didn't even notice the fire-breathing monks around him.

"Humph!"

Zi Ling snorted unhappily, dodged the harassment of the 'salty pig's hands', frowning still frowning, swept around, and walked forward, "You are too bold, the Qingling Festival is open, I don't know how many spirits are there The old monsters are here, so you are not afraid of being seen through by them?"

"For you, I am not afraid to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire!"

Ling Zhanyun patted his chest and hurriedly followed.

Although the conversation between the two did not spread in the slightest, it fell into the eyes of the surrounding monks. It is not difficult to imagine that this must be relying on his good face to pester this woman endlessly.

But because everyone couldn't figure out the cultivation bases of the two, they thought that the other party was carrying some treasure with hidden cultivation bases, so they didn't come out in a hurry to 'save the beauty'.

"you......"

Hearing some of his rascally words, the crystal earlobe outside the purple spirit's veil suddenly turned half red, as gratifying as a jade stone, lightly stomping her jade feet, and ignored him.

"Hey, what a shameless prodigal son, how can he flirt with female nuns in broad daylight?"

Just when Ling Zhanyun was about to follow, a cold shout came, and a dozen figures broke through the crowd and rushed in.

Not only blocked Ling Zhanyun's way, but also stopped the female cultivator with the purple spirit.

The people around, seeing that there was excitement to watch, immediately moved out of the circle one after another, and those who knew the people in the field couldn't help but let out a low voice, yelling out the identity of the person who came.

It turned out that these dozens of monks were the strongest among the young generation among the major forces in the surrounding states and even Dongping Prefecture, and they could be called the favored ones of heaven.

"It's you kid!"

Seeing the visitor disturbing his good affairs, Ling Zhanyun saw that the beautiful woman was by his side, and in a good mood, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he saw the person who spoke, his eyes flashed coldly.

"You're so bold, no wonder you dare to moleste a female cultivator in broad daylight. You don't even know who we are waiting for, so you dare to be so provocative!"

As soon as his words fell, several monks beside the man couldn't bear it anymore and shouted coldly, as if they would swarm up and take him down as long as the master gave the order.

"Fairy, don't be afraid, I'll send you off for such unscrupulous monks!"

The few young monks who were the leaders bowed down to Fairy Ziling in a polite way. They were so elegant and handsome that outsiders would really think that she was well-educated and approachable.

As everyone knows, the actions of his subordinates have already exposed their arrogance.