Covering the sky: At the beginning, the emperor invited me to become a fairy

Chapter 231

"Pfft" sounded softly.

Under Zhou Luo's vast and boundless divine sense, the rhizome of Hedao flower was completely stripped from Huaxian Pond.

At the beginning, the fairy glow is gorgeous, and there are nine colors of divine light, reflecting the surrounding pool water more and more strange and magnificent.

Observing closely, one can see more clearly that the void around Xianpa is intertwined with dense dao marks.

The branches and leaves are graceful, like opening a treasure house of avenues, and there are bursts of fairy sounds, echoing in the hearts of everyone.

Just looking at it made Duan De and Fu Xing next to him seem to fall into a deep level of enlightenment.

"What a sweet baby!"

Duan De's halazi almost fell to the ground, but unfortunately, he knew that this was not something he could get his hands on, so he could only have an eye addiction.

Seeing that Zhou Luo successfully took out the Hedao Flower, the Chaos Body beside him was naturally relieved.

But immediately, as if trying to express himself in front of the master, he hastily said:

"Master, don't worry, there is a kind of fairy material in this Immortal Transformation Pond besides the Dao Flower. If it has not been here for many years, I am afraid that the disciples will not be able to detect it."

Hearing what Chaos Body said, Zhou Luo thought of the rumors in the original book, and already had a guess in his mind.

The chaotic fairy light was misty, hanging in the void above Huaxian Pond, leading Zhou Luo to a certain place in the pool.

Feeling a little, the yang energy here is not strong, and there is no flow of Dao Yun. At first glance, it is indeed ordinary.

But Zhou Luo naturally trusted his newly recruited apprentice, and he took the initiative to attack, spreading the power of extreme power, breaking through the silt in the pool.

At first, only a little celestial light of the Tai Yin overflowed, but later the divine fire of Yin and Yang was as vast as a vast ocean, almost igniting the entire fairy pond.

There are fairy treasures in the pool!
This is what everyone has in mind.

In the end, black and white are intertwined, like turning into a melting pot, and something is being tempered in it.

With Zhou Luo's thought, all the yin and yang powers in the sky were absorbed by Qi Lunhai, revealing the true face of the fairy material within.

It was a huge chaotic stone, rare in the world, and thousands of chaotic air hung down, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way hanging upside down, magnificent and magnificent.

Just such a piece of Chaos Stone is already considered a priceless treasure.

What's more, when Zhou Luo opened his divine eyes, he could clearly see that there was a piece of even more precious divine material—the Primordial Chaos Essence!
As expected by Zhou Luo, it is the rare divine material used by the later Emperor Wu Shi in the original book to cast the ultimate soldiers.

With only a slight hesitation, he pocketed it.

Now that you have seen Baoshan, is there any reason to return empty-handed?
What's more, Emperor Wushi had a great fortune, so he might not be able to find the same or similar fairy ingredients, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Furthermore, Zhou Luo himself has quite a wealth of treasures, even if Emperor Wu Shi searched for immortal materials in the future and failed to find them, it would be a good idea to have a good relationship.

Putting away the Chaos Immortal Essence, seeing Duan De and Fu Xing coming along with him, they were still empty-handed.

After a little thought, Zhou Luo fished some treasures from the Immortal Pond, such as Nine Heavens Divine Jade, which are enough to refine holy weapons handed down from generation to generation, and gave them to the two, and they were naturally very happy.

The chaotic body is not in a complete state now, so Zhou Luo put him, He Daohua, Chaos Stone, etc. into the wheel sea.

Unexpectedly, after traveling far away, his sea of ​​​​wheels would become so crowded, Zhou Luo couldn't help but smile.

Now, the most precious things in Huaxian Pond have fallen into his hands, and the rest of the things can hardly be seen by Zhou Luo now.

Even though Duan De and Fu Xing searched, the three left immediately.

On the way back, Duan De strongly suggested to take a look at the pothole, which is located in the balance of yin and yang.

And Zhou Luo was also quite curious about this, and wanted to see what the burial place of Mingzun was like, so he naturally agreed.

It was a small hillside that was not too high, and it looked ordinary.

Only Yuanshu masters can barely recognize it, it occupies the core of the balance of yin and yang in Dengxian Land, and it has the atmosphere of a world of mortals and flying immortals.

In the deep pit, chaotic air overflowed, but there was nothing else, not even a decent coffin.

Seeing this, Fu Xing couldn't help complaining: "Master, you must have died of poverty in your previous life, right?"

Duan De did not refute, and just looked straight at the pothole.

Zhou Luo carefully observed the expression on his face, not missing any details.

After a long time, Duan De came back to his senses and reprimanded:

"What do you know! This place is where yin and yang meet. There is no need for a coffin, but burying a mortal body in it can make the best of this place!"

When it comes to feng shui in tombs, Duan De can be said to be well-rounded.

Seeing that he had been staring closely at the trace where someone had obviously been lying there, Zhou Luo couldn't help but joked:

"Duan Daochang, why don't you really lie in it? We buried you, maybe when you wake up again, you will turn back into Hades?"

Hearing this, even Duan De shuddered, his face was horrified, and he exclaimed:
"What old ghost is Mingzun? A poor way is a poor way!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, there are many archaeological undertakings waiting in Pindao!"

However, when the three of them walked halfway, Duan De suddenly ran back, shouting:

"Master Dao, I have left something behind, you go first!"

The smoke disappeared.

"Tianzun?" Fu Xing looked at Zhou Luo worriedly and asking for help.

"This is the catastrophe he deserves, and we don't need to stop it."

When Zhou Luo and Fu Xing hurried back to the pit, they saw that Duan De had already been lying in it, tightly fitting.

Seeing this, Zhou Luo smiled and said:
"Duan Daochang, do you still remember what dogs can't change?"

"Tch, what do you know, Daoist, I am feeding a tiger with my body, dedicated myself to the cause of Beidou archaeology, and died."

As his words fell, a faint golden mist suddenly appeared around the pit, enveloping Duan De in it.

At the same time, Duan De's voice became lower and lower:

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, Tianzun Zhou! Daoist Master, I'm afraid I'm going to die, so I'll entrust my nephew to you for the time being. He's the only seedling of God Crossing Dao—"

This fat man is about to fall into a deep sleep and is full of nonsense.

As for Fu Xing's identity, upon seeing him this time, Zhou Luo sensed that what he practiced was the incomplete "Tiangong of Cutting Dao".

Before, he wondered where Duan De got the remnants of Heavenly Art, but now he has found the source.

There is no immortal dynasty in this world. After losing the Golden Bridge on the other side, it is not surprising that Du Shinto fell.

Accepting Duan De's commission with pleasure, Zhou Luo left Dengxian Land with Fu Xing.

Naturally, he was planning to return to the Undead Mountain, but it would be inconvenient to take Fu Xing with him.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Luo entrusted it to the Kunlun Sect members, entrusting them to take good care of it and not to neglect it.

Before leaving, he also imparted the complete Dao Dao Heavenly Art to that kid.

Zhou Luo is naturally willing to lend a helping hand if he wants to revive the Way of Crossing God, but in the end it still depends on his own ability.

The ancient and majestic black mountains were already in sight, but Zhou Luo's eyes couldn't help but concentrate.

It was obviously a quasi-emperor soldier in the Undead Mountain, sending away an existence shrouded in black mist respectfully.

　Four more completed.

Tomorrow, there will be two shifts around 13:19 and [-]:[-] respectively.

　
(End of this chapter)