Ferry Spirit Saga

Xu Xian did not expect that this stone had been carved for several months. According to the passage of time, the outside world should have been a few days. In front of Xu Xian, the tall stone has been carved flat by a knife. It is not so much a stone as a grinding stone, which has been hard ground to the size of today's head.

During this period, the old drunkard once went out for half a month or even a month without showing up. He occasionally came back for a look and shook his head and left.

In the past few months, Xu Xian was covered with worn stones and falling lime. He was covered with earth. There was a small gourd pinned to his waist. This was given to him by the old drunkard. He had been manipulating the stone knife, which was extremely energy-consuming. Every time he felt tired, he took a sip of wine.

Gourd is an ordinary gourd. This wine is the wine that the old drunkard has been drinking. It's made by chopping the Heavenly Sword.

Xu Xian shook her sour wrist, took out the gourd and took a hard drink. The gourd was filled with wine for such a long time. Every time she opened the gourd stopper, it was like a sword out of its sheath, overflowing with strong sword Qi.

Although this wine is good, it feels like a sword stab every time you eat it. Xu Xian has been difficult to adapt to it for several months. Other wines are at most strong. This wine is like scraping bones. Xu Xian shivers all over, and those tiredness disappear in an instant.

According to this progress, the stone can be completely polished in three days. However, Xu Xian has been curious about what is in it. According to the observation of stone art, Xu Xian can't see through at all.

But Xu Xian had been worried about the external turmoil. He also knew whether the five spirits sect could persist in such a troubled world and whether those who wanted to see were all right.

Xu Xian took a deep breath and eliminated all distractions. Now only by opening this stone can he hurry back.

Three days later, Xu Xian looked at the finger sized stone in front of her and fell into deep thought. She even wondered if there was nothing in the stone.

Xu Xian wanted to make the last knife. The old sword came and threw a gourd to Xu Xian. Xu Xian took the gourd. As a result, a cold feeling came from the gourd. In a flash, Xu Xian's hands were covered with frost.

"Old wine, what kind of gourd is this?"

Xu Xian managed to resist the cold by using his aura. There are several naturally formed Taoist patterns on the gourd. It doesn't seem to have been practiced by sacrifice. The cold seems to be naturally generated.

"Picked from the Kunlun Mountain and soaked in the things immediately." the old drunkard didn't talk much. At the moment, he looked at the stone the size of a finger in Xu Xian's hand.

Xu Xian felt what was inside after a meal.

Hold your breath. Xu Xian once saw the sword changing wine. The chopping Tianzhu only showed a trace of sword meaning, so Xu Xian on the side was like facing a natural disaster. If the stone is really chopping Tianzhu, even the size of the nail cap is a first-class treasure!

Kaka, Kaka

There was a slight sound of fragmentation, and an unspeakable sword force came. Xu Xian felt that his eyes were pierced by a sharp sword. The severe pain made him hum.

Xu Xianli immediately picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of it himself. The bone chilling chill calmed his heart and stubbornly restrained the sword rising from the sky.

Xu Xian couldn't see clearly what was inside. His eyes had been stabbed by the flash of sword. He just vaguely felt that the thing inside didn't seem to be bamboo, but white.

"Put it." the old drunkard said aside. Xu Xian held on to the thing with a biting chill. Unexpectedly, it felt soft. Xu Xian had no time to see it. She threw it into the gourd and sealed the plug.

After shaking the gourd, Xu Xian felt that the things inside seemed to move a few times, and then he calmed down. Although he didn't know what it was, he was sure that it was a living thing.

The drunkard old man said, "this is a bamboo insect that cuts Tianzhu. It's good for breeding."

This sentence almost made Xu Xian unable to hold the gourd. It's common for bamboo to produce bamboo insects. What can cut Tianzhu?

That's enough anti Heaven material to make imperial soldiers. Can such things also produce insects?

Xu Xian could not imagine that the bamboo that could cut the sky and the earth would be eaten by a bug. Xu Xian was more and more unstable: "the wine is old. Is this, is this gourd strong?"

"It's OK." the drunk old man said in a simple and frightening way, waved and said, "let's go. When you turn the dust, we may see you again."

After that, the drunkard old man turned and left. Xu Xian couldn't see his figure after chasing out.

Outside the hall, Huanglong immortal and Qibu regret are playing chess. The chess game is a little anxious for a while.

"I've seen two predecessors."

Xu Xian clasped his hands and nodded at Xu Xian with a smile: "you can come out. It seems that you have completed the task of the old drunkard. Go back and we will see you again."

Chess doesn't regret looking at Xu Xian. He has a beard and glares: "smelly boy, you have destroyed many of my chess pieces."

About the chess game, immortal Huang Long said it when chatting with Xu Xian.

Xu Xian replied with a smile: "your old man doesn't care about villains. Don't be general with me."

Qi didn't regret, snorted a few times, waved his hand and said, "OK, go away quickly. The outside world is invaded by the devil at the moment. It's good to go back early."

"So, I'm leaving!"

Xu Xian bowed down and retreated. The immortal Huanglong shook his head and said with a smile, "this boy has unusual blood. If he is in the demon domain, he may become a generation of heavenly demon."

Chess did not regret: "I think all the skills he practiced were pure immortal skills. The body fixing skills he used seemed familiar."

"Although the heaven binding skill of the five spirit immortals is broken, its origin still exists..."

After Xu Xian left for a long time, the old drunkard quietly appeared in place. He murmured to himself, and Huanglong immortal was stunned.

"Five spirits?"

It was a figure as famous as many saints in those years. The inheritance and origin of the emperor and the fairy king has always been a mystery. Is there also the inheritance of the five immortals in the lower world?

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It's more than half a month since the immortal hall was closed.

Various forces have already withdrawn the transmission array, but perhaps it is the residual power of the immortal hall. There are many fewer demons here than in other places, so many scattered practitioners and the strength of the sect have gathered here, and gangs have been formed among each other.

The closer to the immortal hall, the safer the area will be. Many forces fight with each other even to get closer to the immortal hall.

"You deceive people too much. It's clear that we came here first. Why should you let me leave with a word!"

In one direction of the immortal hall, more than ten people are confronting each other.

One party is dressed in ordinary clothes. Obviously, they are first-class in casual repair, while the other side is dressed neatly and has unified patterns. They all come from the same family.

At the moment, a middle-aged monk was full of angry openings, and they were already at war with each other.

The monk of zongmen showed a disdainful expression: "I tell you, we yanhuozong have contracted this place within a hundred miles. It's OK to be here first, but..."

In the casual practice, there was a female monk with a beautiful face and graceful posture. Her cultivation was the lowest among the people at the beginning of Yongquan. At the moment, her face turned white, and the people opposite were obviously coming for her.

The sect disciple hehe Yinxiao: "as long as you regularly hand in a thousand spirit stones, we can allow you to continue here and even keep you safe."

The middle-aged man of sanxiu suddenly scolded: "a thousand spirit stones? Thanks to your words, don't say it's our sanxiu. Even you so-called sect disciples can have such spirit stones?"

The disciple of that sect has the cultivation of Yongquan in the later period. The cultivation here is the highest. He sneered: "it's OK not to pay, but..."

As soon as he saw the nun hiding behind the crowd, he licked his lips and said, "then exchange it with her."