Reverend Insanity

According to Fang Yuan’s means of investigation, the island has almost no secret under his eyes. Ω pen fun

The small island that he is now being sent by Gongdebei is very ordinary and ordinary. There are not many properties on the island, and there is a small fishing village where some people live.

There is a fishing village, and naturally there is a Yuanquan. Of course, there are teachers, but according to such a poor environment and population, it is possible to have a four-turner.

Fang Yuan accepted the task of collecting black oil from the sea floor. Sure enough, in his investigation, there was a slight sign of black oil spilling out on the edge of the island.

In exchange for other Zhu Xian, they may immediately go to the sea to collect the ditch black oil. However, Fang Yuan did not intend to do this. When he saw the first sight of the merits, he began to try to figure out the meaning of the music.

Invisible disappeared into the fishing village, this small fishing village has a small population, and there are only five or six sorcerers. The highest revision is a three-turn sergeant, which is completely incomparable with the Qingyueshan Guyue Mountain Village. Around the ancient moon cottage, there were nearly ten such villages.

Fang Yuan directly went to the only three-turner in the village.

This is an old man, white and full of wrinkles, revealing his village chief's identity from the name of others.

Fangyuan is quite satisfied.

The weight is high, and the age is quite high. There are certainly a lot of things to know.

Soul!

Fangyuan used the method of Xianjia, and the secret of the old village chief was suddenly exposed.

In an instant, Fangyuan got a lot of information and it was extremely detailed. As he expected, this small village is very common. There are many small villages and small islands like this.

"This small fishing village seems to have nothing to be greasy." Fang Yuan understood and came, and then quietly left the village.

The old village chief only felt awkward, and after he was slightly surprised, he went to do his own thing again.

Fang Yuan’s means of searching for souls is much more than the mortal teacher.

Fangyuan secretly left the small island and flew to the surrounding islands.

However, the scene of the island on the merits of the monument was once again staged on Fang Yuan.

Even if he had already seen the sea level, there was a pointed tip of a small island, but let him fly, the distance between the two sides could not be shortened.

After trying all the means, Fangyuan is still in vain.

"Le Tuxianzun practiced the soundtrack in his early years, and later specialized in the earth road. This kind of means of the world is also his masterpiece."

There are many war cases in the history of the Terran, and the Terracotta Respects stand in the same place and let the enemy shoot. But the enemy's fists and killings are not flying on him, even if the distance seems to be short.

“Besides, there is one of the most desirable ways for the land to be able to create a paradise.”

Happy land...

This is also the main source of the title of the land. No one knows how to create a happy land, but the land of the land has left a lot of paradise for the five days.

There is one of the most striking features of Paradise, that is, no disaster!

"This dragon whale hole sky is obviously also betified by the music fairy, and it has become a paradise."

From the soul of the old village chief, the information collected by Fang Yuan has proved this to a large extent. If there is a disaster, the old village chief, even if he does not feel it, the village should have relevant records in the annals of history, but all relevant information does not exist.

Since other small islands could not get in, he changed direction and plunged into the water.

As he continued to deepen, the pressure on the sea was growing.

This kind of water pressure is a difficult problem for all oil shovel divisions, but for the eight-turn 蛊仙方源, it is a trivial thing.

For the Yanshi, the sea may be very deep, but in the eyes of Zhu Xian, relying on the island, the sea is shallow.

Fang Yuan soon appeared in the field of vision, and there was a large black sinking. It is like a giant kelp that extends from east to west.

The trench on the bottom of the sea is very spectacular, and the ordinary island is almost at the edge of the trench. The information from the old village chief, there are also trench extensions around the small island.

The trench is rich in black oil.

Whether it is an ordinary trench or a trench at the bottom of the sea.

Black oil is a kind of fairy, belonging to the esophagus. The grade is high, the output is large, and it is easy to mine.

This seems to be a feature of the esophageal genre, with high yields, cheap and beautiful, and close to the people.

Black oil is very helpful to the stagnation. Sprinkle black oil on the dead blessings to delay the disintegration of the blessed land. It is put to the outside world, and it is also a widely used smelting material for other Zhu Xian.

One of the main business projects of the Zombie is black oil. This status is like courage to buy and sell for Fangyuan. But the trade scale of black oil can be much larger than the trade of daring.

"The black oil here is about six million pounds. If I try my best, I can search for it in half a day. But I can't leave the island too far. Although black oil can flow, it can be slower than water. More. I searched here, waiting for the black oil in the other sections of the trench to replenish and then oil, the efficiency is too low."

Black oil itself is very easy to collect, of course, this is for Zhu Xian.

It is quite difficult for a mortal teacher.

There is a special classification, that is, the oil production division. They specialize in deep trenches and fish in the trenches. These people's skills in life are generally family biography. The oil shovel has its own set of mites, which work together to collect a small amount of black oil.

Although they are not strong in strength, they are very popular because they are charged with celestial materials, rich financial resources, and high status.

When Fang Yuan was five hundred years old, he once worked as a mining expert in the East China Sea. That was his chance. He almost became a door-to-door son-in-law of an oil-producing old master. The means of oil extraction was also selectively passed on to the source.

By relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on water to eat water, the priests on the small islands mainly rely on collecting black oil to practice and survive. The old village chief of Fangyuan Soul is the most powerful oil smasher in the village. Even if he is very old, he still gets into the water every year.

At this time, seeing the black oil here, Fang Yuan’s mind involuntarily emerged some memories of past lives.

Once he used to work as a oil smasher, collecting black oil in the sea, it can be described as a thin ice, war. The first solution is the problem of breathing. Secondly, he can't go too far into the bottom of the sea, and the pressure of the sea can explode him. Then the sea is not calm, there are a lot of beasts. Finally, collecting black oil also requires a separate means.

How can mortals collect fairy materials without any unique means?

In particular, if the black oil is improperly collected, it will pollute the sorcerer himself, so that the sorcerer is wearing black oil, stubborn and not fading. After a long period of time, it will have a stench, stinking, and gradually eroding the sorcerer’s own tire.

In the past 500 years, Fangyuan was polluted by black oil. It was the old master who taught him the means to deliberately keep, the intention is to force him to become his own door-to-door son-in-law.

At that time, I was very angry~www.readwn.com~ I felt that I was calculated, but now Fangyuan is thinking back, but it is a bitter smile.

The old master had no children under his knees, and he had no one to follow. He could only make this decision, and he had to pass on the means of family biography to Fang Yuan, a foreign teacher. He is forced to do so, what is wrong with hiding means and leaving one hand? Human nature!

At that time, Fang Yuan had quite a sense of being in a desperate situation and having no way to go.

There is no special means to remove the pollution of black oil. Even if Fang Yuan knows this method, there must be a series of locusts. The two formed a scorpio and forced him to bow.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan has a hint of the original state of mind.

At the beginning, he was naturally very anxious and painful, and he was very yearning for the profit of collecting black oil. If he had the ability to swear by his heart, he must change the status quo! For example, some waterway locusts can make him free to swim and be very flexible. Another example is the design of some mites, which are more resistant to seawater pressure.

Now he is fully capable, and a lot of fairy tales can easily produce a lot of excellent geniuses.

But at the moment, he does not need these locusts at all.

A lot of helplessness in life is like this. In the face of the moment, there is something that is urgently needed. When you have it, you no longer need it.

Therefore, the matter of sleeping and giving a pillow is also called a chance. If you encounter it, you should cherish it.

"When I was collecting black oil, I almost died."

"However, the blessings and the disasters depend on each other, and they met Moore before they died... From this point of view, the old teacher is also doing a good thing."

Fang Yuan’s mouth showed a complex and deep smile.

His heart once again rose to a white Raider.

Her face looks vague and clear.

Her surname is Xie, and she is named.

Xie Yumo.

The name Fangyuan has never been forgotten, because this is the life and love of his past life.