Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

In the Immortal Mansion, the first tall ship appeared relying on the infinite sea water. Then when the sea water dispersed, this huge tall ship ran aground on the wet and muddy black earth.

When the rumbling stopped, Xu Lingqi woke up first.

'I'm not dead? '

After a brief period of doubt, there was ecstasy. In the scene that just happened, Xu Lingqi really thought that he was going to die, but he didn't expect that not only did he not die, but he had another chance.

Feeling the aura permeating the air, the concentration of which was comparable to that of his own training cave in his family's spiritual land, Xu Lingqi's body trembled.

Xu Lingqi flew into the air. Where he looked, there was a fog in the distance and an endless black soil underground. A huge building ship was abandoned here alone. In an instant, a huge sense of suffocation enveloped Xu Lingqi's body.

'Dongtianlingdi? Is this still the original practice world? '

"Fellow Daoist Xu? What happened?"

At this time, Zhao Muzhe also woke up from his coma. After sensing Xu Lingqi above him, he immediately flew up.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, we may have entered an unknown cave heaven and spiritual land, an undiscovered cave heaven and spiritual land whose opening point is deep in the sea!"

Xu Lingqi's eyes turned slightly red, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. This behavior made Zhao Muzhe couldn't help but take a step back in mid-air.

"Fellow Daoist Xu??"

Xu Lingqi took a long breath, closed her eyes tightly and opened them again. She seemed much calmer now.

"Judging from the aura here, there must be a higher concentration of spiritual earth center in this land, which can even reach the third level. Even a pig can build a foundation after being soaked in the third level spiritual earth for hundreds of years."

Xu Lingqi's words may have been a bit exaggerated, but they also shocked Zhao Muzhe. A third-order spiritual land? Foundation building opportunity?

"But the most urgent thing is, should we take care of the mortals below? The reserves in the building ship can only last for a month. If we can't find food during this period, we will be in trouble."

After being reminded by Zhao Muzhe, Xu Lingqi focused on the mortals in the boat below. As these mortals gradually woke up, bursts of crying and howling could be heard.

What happened on the first building ship is happening on the other six building ships.

For the first time, the Immortal Mansion is so full of vitality, and the life energy scattered in the air is so abundant. The strands of life energy are integrated into the Immortal Mansion in a dimension that no one can perceive, and then rise to the sky above. In the great day of vitality.

With this additional supply of life energy, the vitality sun above the Immortal Mansion also becomes larger, sending more light to the various spiritual plants growing below.

And what was Fang Qingyuan doing at this time?

He was high in the sky, silently covering his forehead and panting. Fourteen Qi-training monks, fifteen thousand mortals, huge ships and supplies, sent him into the Immortal Mansion in a short time. This consumed soul Even if Fang Qingyuan's soul power is comparable to that of Nascent Soul Daxiu, he can't hold it for a while.

It was with the support of the Immortal Mansion that Fang Qingyuan was able to complete this feat, but the price was the extreme pain of tearing apart the soul, making Fang Qingyuan's soul gasp for breath instinctively. How could the incarnation of the soul be so pitiful? Breathing in air is just a subconscious action.

After a while, Fang Qingyuan put down the hand that was pressing his forehead and looked at the area divided into seven areas under his feet. He smiled with satisfaction.

These mortals and monks have become his favourites, and now he seems to have gained a little bit of the ferocious power of the old lion.

Fang Qingyuan did not capture so many mortals on a whim. He had been wandering on this route for a long time. After excluding the fleets followed by the monks from the Great Zhou Academy, as well as the fleets with too high levels of monks on board, Fang Qingyuan finally responded to this question. Only the baseless fleet took action.

Bully the weak and fear the strong?

No, just to avoid trouble. There are many dangers in the sea, which have not been conquered by monks yet. Unlike on land, as long as it is the land where humans live, high-level wild spiritual beasts basically have no way to survive.

There may be various reasons for the destruction of a fleet, but basically no one would doubt the possibility of being admitted to the Immortal Mansion.

This demonic disaster affected tens of millions of square kilometers of sea area, and nearly hundreds of millions of mortals were in trouble. The disappearance of these fifteen thousand people was just a drop of water falling into the lake, only making slight ripples, and nothing happened after that. No fallout.

Instead of letting these mortals go to the rear to compete with the victims for the only resources, Fang Qingyuan felt that the Immortal Mansion was a more suitable place for these mortals to live.

If anyone thinks that Fang Qingyuan can decide the fate of these mortals and everyone's future, then just rely on one sentence.

The weak eat the strong, and in the world of spiritual practice, strength is king.

According to Fang Qingyuan's bottom line, he cannot afford to watch these mortals die of hunger. His purpose is to let these mortals cultivate and live well, provide himself with excellent labor force, and preferably give birth to a few fairy seedlings.

Moreover, according to the fertility of the land in the Immortal Mansion, even if you plant spiritual rice, you can survive. There is no reason why you can’t survive if you plant whatever you want.

In the Immortal Mansion, there is no shortage of food and clothing, the seasons are like spring, there is no threat from monsters, and there is no possibility of island massacre by hostile monks. No matter what these mortals think, the Immortal Mansion is a paradise more suitable for their survival.

After making many excuses for himself, Fang Qingyuan's weak sense of guilt disappeared.

The next time is to wait for these mortals to accept the reality, and then work hard to survive and reproduce, until Fang Qingyuan deems it a suitable day to come into contact with them.

After half a month, the news of the disappearance of the seven tower ships finally reached the ears of Qianling Island Operation Envoy Ji Xinzhao.

"Missed on the inland route? Didn't report his whereabouts as scheduled, and the Golden Core monk went to search to no avail?"

Ji Xinzhao had a sad look on his face. The disappearance of fifteen thousand mortals was nothing to him, but the way of disappearance was unclear. How could he dare to continue sending a fleet to this route.

It's just that Ji Xinzhao is so busy with everything now that he doesn't have the extra energy to pay attention to such small things. He directly ordered:

"There were no problems with so many fleets before, but this one is the weakest. Obviously this is not a pure natural disaster. Fortunately, there are not many mortals who need to operate. Next, a foundation-building monk will be stationed on each ship, and then Let a Jindan cultivator follow you secretly. If nothing goes wrong, it will be fine. Once you find any clues, ask the two seniors of He Huanzong to take action to eliminate this hidden danger. "

Seeing the disciples in Confucian uniform take the order and leave, Ji Xinzhao knocked on the table and called another disciple:

"Go and urge the Qingyuan Alliance to speed up. It's been a month now, and they are still grinding on the outermost edge with their disciples. I'm tired of them not being bothered. I must see them board the board before next month. Magic Island.”

Another Confucian disciple took the order and left, and then Ji Xinzhao continued to issue orders.

"The Dan Alliance hasn't cultivated yet, okay? The previous demon island couldn't be conquered. Let them change it. We can't just say that thousands of people will be killed and they won't dare to move. Even if half of the people die, they have to win a demon island for me, otherwise Just deprive them of their sect name and take back their spiritual land. If they don’t have the strength, how can they be called a Dan Alliance?”

"Let Lingmu and Lihuo League bring together Ruijin and Houtu League. Aren't they the Five Elements League? Why is there such a big gap in strength? After defeating these magic islands, the situation in our southwestern branch will be under control. What will happen next? We must go deep into the sea to eliminate those Nascent Soul-level demon-stained sea beasts. When the time comes, all the masters will come here. You must not fall behind the schedule now."

"What three years? The time given to me by the superiors is only two and a half years, and I only have more than a year. If you count them, it's only eight months. I don't want casualty figures. I only have these magic islands in my eyes!" "