The Immortal Spiritual Picture

In this way, Gu Changhuan and Hua Wu sat in the flying magic weapon and discussed their experience in alchemy for seven days. They talked very well. At the end, they also mentioned cold extraction and calcining incense and quenching wine and other alchemy-related immortal arts.

In the end, Gu Changhuan found that Hua Wu's knowledge in these aspects was not much worse than his, without involving higher-level alchemy.

The two talked for a long time until Gu Changhuan returned to the guest room and was still immersed in it.

After coming to his senses, he couldn't help but sigh at Hua Wu's knowledge and talent.

From the exchanges in the past few days, Hua Wu's achievements today are more due to her own efforts, and the help of Zhen Lingzi is not the key.

Gu Changhuan sighed here, but he didn't know that Hua Wu was also shocked on the other side.

She asked herself if she could be ranked in the top three among the eighth-level alchemists of the human race, but no matter in which aspects, Gu Changhuan seemed to be not inferior to her.

It was really strange that an eighth-level alchemist who had just entered the fusion period not long ago could have such a level and vision. I heard that the Gu family has an unknown origin. Maybe they once produced an alchemist who has reached the great perfection of the fusion?

And for some reason, some of Gu Changhuan's views on alchemy always make Hua Wu feel familiar.

"Forget it, don't think too much. After all, he is not an enemy."

Hua Wu said, and then he noticed that Chen Ye was walking towards him.

Chen Ye seemed to be in a good mood. After walking quickly to Hua Wu's side, he hugged Hua Wu like a clingy big dog and rubbed her neck and shoulders.

"I haven't seen my sister for a few days. Do you miss me?" M.

Hua Wu rolled her eyes in her heart, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. She raised her hand and touched Chen Ye's big head.

"Of course."

"I miss my sister too."

Not to mention how loving these two people are here, when they arrived at the edge of the wilderness, they didn't stay for long, but went straight to the depths of the wilderness.

Along the way, Gu Changhuan was not idle either. He was carving with various spiritual wood materials in his hands.

Of course, it was to refine puppets, but not to refine high-level puppets of the seventh and eighth levels. He just wanted to refine some fifth-level mining puppets. Although he had taken some from the Gu family, mining puppets have always had a high loss rate, so it would not hurt to prepare more.

At the same time, tens of millions of miles away from the human race, in a huge temple, a monk who was nearly ten feet tall was practicing breathing.

He had a rough face, and although he looked like a human, he did not look like a human. His hairstyle was unruly, and the clothes he wore were simply made of the skin of a simple eighth-level beast. A closer look at his skin was like that of a giant lizard beast, which made people feel very uncomfortable. But the most strange thing was that there was a light earthy yellow halo around him, which seemed to be quite tricky.

He sat cross-legged there, although silent, but there was an innate sense of oppression, like a sleeping beast, which made people dare not disturb him.

Unexpectedly, suddenly, a deep bell sound came, and the giant opened his eyes instantly, his eyes were sharp; he stretched out his hand to lift a square inch round plate on his waist, and said something ambiguous:

"One thousand seven hundred years have passed so quickly.

The opportunity has come. Whether I can ascend to the fairyland and whether my barbarian tribe can be restored depends on how much I can gain from this trip."

After the giant said this, he tore the space and disappeared here.

You should know that although the escape technique of tearing space and teleporting is not exquisite, it requires extremely strong strength to achieve. In today's spiritual world, if you want to tear space and teleport, you must be a Mahayana cultivator.

In fact, this giant is not just an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, but also a late Mahayana cultivator. Although there is still a long way to go before the great perfection of the late Mahayana, it is enough to look down on most Mahayana cultivators in the spiritual world.

At the same time, even a few months or years ago, there were also some Mahayana cultivators of foreign races who came out of retreat and headed towards the northwest corner of the northern continent of the spiritual world.

On the other hand, Gu Changhuan and his companions finally arrived near the Earth Abyss on the nineteenth day after entering the wilderness.

Gu Changhuan was a cultivator with five spiritual roots and had a special technique, so his inspiration was very sharp. He was still a thousand miles away from the Earth Abyss when he could vaguely sense the chaotic and dirty spiritual energy nearby.

He released his spiritual consciousness and found that from the sky, looking down, there were huge lakes and narrow rifts all over the ground a thousand miles away from the Earth Abyss, as well as interrupted mountains and short peaks. Although most of these landforms are now covered by water veins and green plants, the war tens of thousands of years ago can still be vaguely seen.

Being able to fight against a true spirit like the Qilin shows how powerful the barbarians were back then. It's a pity that the internal strife of the barbarians led to their fragmentation, and other tribes took advantage of the opportunity to enter; otherwise, the spiritual world today would be a different scene.

If the human race did not have this favorable wind, it is estimated that it would still be a small and inferior tribe trapped in a remote place.

However, they are now trapped in this land of spiritual destruction. Whether the human race is good or bad now, it has little impact on them. When they have the strength to go out, it will not be too late to think about these things.

Gu Changhuan slowly cleared the messy thoughts in his mind and just focused on the scenery outside the flying magic weapon.

Soon after, he saw the entrance to the abyss.

The entrance to the abyss is not difficult to find, because the location of the entrance to the abyss is quite peculiar, most of it is in a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles; on this mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, there are several connected peaks that are split in the middle, like a rift valley but with a neat cut surface and bottomless depth. This is exactly where the entrance to the abyss is.

Here, Gu Changhuan was just about to leave the guest room to go to the central living room of the flying magic weapon, but the floor under his feet suddenly shook violently, causing Gu Changhuan to sway slightly.

What happened?

After Gu Changhuan stabilized his body, he felt strange in his heart. He explored the surrounding area with his spiritual sense and found that it was the turbid air vortex gushing out of the earth abyss that affected the normal flight of the flying magic weapon, so it was like this.

But fortunately, Chen Ye had already opened all the formations of the flying magic weapon at this time, and the turbid air vortex in the earth abyss could not do anything to the flying magic weapon.

The turbid air vortex at the entrance of the earth abyss and the turbid air surge in the earth abyss are extremely common. All cultivators who have been to the earth abyss have seen it, but like them, they just arrived at the entrance of the earth abyss and got a turbid air vortex gift package, which is a rare start.

Gu Changhuan's spiritual sense swept over the turbid air vortex, but frowned.

This turbid air vortex is worthy of its name. It looks dark and makes people feel uncomfortable. Although there is a formation to protect it, the turbid air is slowly infiltrating; and the detection range of the spiritual consciousness is also suppressed a lot, and even the reaction is not so sensitive; the most important thing is that this turbid air is slowly offsetting and polluting the spiritual consciousness.

According to the few records, the turbid air in the abyss can not only eliminate and pollute the spiritual consciousness, but also erode the meridians, flesh, and soul of the cultivators.

It can be seen how troublesome it is.

Gu Changhuan frowned, retracted his spiritual consciousness, and casually took out a folding fan and fanned it, as if he wanted to blow away the turbid air vortex.

He thought: No wonder even the cultivators of the refining realm find it difficult to continue to travel in the abyss. This turbid air vortex alone is enough to give people a headache, not to mention other things.