Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Fang Qingyuan stood up slowly, and after three days of meditation, a huge amount of mana and essence emerged from his body. Now that he had just broken through the realm, he had not yet polished it to perfection, causing his appearance to leak out, making him look very arrogant.

The fifth-level spiritual land is indeed the holy land of practice that thousands of monks in the world long for. After staying there for three days, they broke through the bottleneck that had been stuck for a long time. But now Fang Qingyuan did not bother to check the changes in the Immortal Mansion. He stared at it. The figure walking in front was on guard.

The person who came was injured, and his abdomen was covered in blood. The organs could be vaguely exposed. There were granulations that were rapidly proliferating in the open wound. But every time he wanted to close it, a squirming mass was attached to the abdomen. The golden aura shattered.

What's happening here?

Sure enough, something will always happen in trials. This is an irrefutable truth.

The person who came here seemed to be an overseas golden elixir cultivator, perhaps the owner of a large island, and he appeared to be very magnanimous. However, now that he was seriously injured, he didn't know what the situation was.

Fang Qingyuan did not have the habit of helping this injured fellow Jindan, especially in this place of trial. Whatever happened should be handled by the Jixiacheng monks, but it was not his turn as an outsider to intervene.

So Fang Qingyuan cautiously stared at this outer sea golden elixir, with mana circulating in his body. Seeing that this person was still approaching, Fang Qingyuan reminded him decisively:

"Fellow Taoist, please don't go any further. This is my place of practice. Please stop."

After hearing Fang Qingyuan's reminder, the golden elixir monk's expression became slightly clearer. He seemed to be greatly stimulated. He looked at Fang Qingyuan with empty eyes and made a whooshing sound in his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Fang Qingyuan's face changed slightly. Why does this situation look so wrong?

So Fang Qingyuan stepped back again and again. He decided to stay away from this place first and gave up this place.

But before Fang Qingyuan left, the body of the golden elixir monk outside the sea was undergoing strange changes. The golden elixir monk was in a daze and confusion. A halo suddenly appeared in his mind, and in the colorful glow, A scene is emerging.

Fang Qingyuan did not dare to turn his back to this person. He walked backwards, so this scene was also reflected in Fang Qingyuan's eyes.

This is the scene when this person just entered the trial place. Everything was normal at first, but after the first three levels were passed, this person was being teleported one after another, and he didn't know where he was being dumped.

In the scene behind this person's head, time passes astonishingly fast, and a day often passes in a breath. However, such a change of scene, reflected in Fang Qingyuan's eyes, allows Fang Qingyuan to see clearly, and even unknowingly, Fang Qingyuan's pace of regression is gradually slowing down.

After three breaths of reality, three days passed in the illusion. When the man woke up, he saw a woman standing in front of a bronze dragon column. She stared at the carvings above the bronze column. Panlong, alone in trance.

Seeing this scene, the Waihai monk thought someone had arrived first and discovered the trial treasure, so he became greedy and thought about snatching it away. However, as soon as the scene flashed, the Waihai monk had already fallen to the ground.

The last scene he saw was the bloody piece in the woman's hand, which seemed to be holding a round golden elixir. How could this golden elixir be so similar to his own?

Fang Qingyuan's mind was attracted by the woman appearing in this scene. Looking at her back, he felt as if he had seen her before.

At this moment, the entire trial place shook violently, like the earth was shaking. Even according to Fang Qingyuan's ability, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

In Fang Qingyuan's senses, this was not a simple earthquake, but the space around the person's body, which was beating in unison at that moment. At that moment, Fang Qingyuan almost thought that the sky was about to turn over.

Just after this space vibration, the Waihai Jindan monk in front of Fang Qingyuan suddenly let out a roar, and the next breath, Fang Qingyuan's eyes became a little straight.

Because at this moment, the woman holding the golden elixir in the scene was slowly turning around. She shifted her gaze, and the cold light clearly penetrated the space and swept across Fang Qingyuan's face.

It was chilly.

The next moment, all the illusions in the illusion flowed and suddenly stopped. Only this one, with just this step, slowly walked out from in front of the bronze coiled dragon pillar.

I saw the outer sea golden elixir monk suddenly hissing, and the blood and qi in his body leaked out rapidly. He was drained out in an instant and turned into a mummy. Afterwards, it turned into ashes and scattered on the ground without any trace.

At this moment, the visitor stepped out of the illusion, and his footsteps made a soft sound on the fine gravel.

"Tu Dai'er!?"

Fang Qingyuan spoke in a low voice, his voice clearly a little hoarse. He could only say this at this time, and he did not dare to say the rest.

Everything in front of him was beyond the scope of Fang Qingyuan's understanding. This was not a scene that could be caused by the cultivation of the Golden Core Realm, nor even the Nascent Soul Realm. Only the Transformation God could display such strange magical powers.

Fang Qingyuan wisely closed his mouth. After Tu Daier stepped out of the illusion, the golden elixir in his hand was still dripping with blood and fell onto the white gravel on the ground, which was particularly shocking.

Tu Daier smiled playfully and said to Fang Qingyuan:

"Senior Brother Fang, why don't you recognize me?"

In the thatched cottage on the island in the center of the lake, Gui was closing his eyes to sense the conditions of the Jindan monks during this trial. However, when the ground in the trial place shook and the mountains shook, his expression suddenly changed.

"My Wind-fixing Pearl!"

Guizheng took one step forward, and her body had already arrived in front of the bronze coiled dragon pillar where Tu Dai'er was just now. At this time, in the coiled dragon's mouth above the pillar, the big bead that was originally held in the dragon's mouth had disappeared. .

Seeing the bronze coiled dragon still sleeping on the large bronze pillar, Gui Zheng was so angry that his long snow-white beard was trembling. He grabbed the long beard of the bronze coiled dragon and asked:

"Where are my beads?"

The coiled dragon on the large bronze pillar opened its eyes, shining with the wisdom of living things. He saw Gui Zheng and said in a deep voice:

"Isn't it in my mouth? Hey, where are the beads?"

"You're such a sleepy fool, you didn't even know that the Dingfeng Pearl was stolen or broken. I have to get those juniors out quickly, otherwise the trial ground will collapse. It's not worth the death and injury."

The bronze coiled dragon that had been trained as a guard, Gui Zheng stamped his foot and disappeared again. A moment later, many Jindan monks who were still in the trial place were moved to the small island in the middle of the lake.

Fang Qingyuan and Tu Daier were also mixed in. Both of them looked a little confused, just like most monks.

At this time, Tu Daier's hands were as clean as ever, without any trace of blood. She stood close to Fang Qingyuan, looking a little frightened.

Because Fang Qingyuan's aura had just broken through, he could not control it freely, so it could envelope Tu Dai'er's aura. At first glance, people could only see the high-spirited Fang Qingyuan and subconsciously ignore Tu Dai'er.

But for a god-transforming monk like Guizheng, I wonder if this little trick can be of any use?

As the number of Jindan monks gathered here increased, the familiar monks began to whisper among themselves and discuss the changes that had just occurred.