Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Hearing this name, Fang Qingyuan praised:

"Qu Wujie? That's a good name. What about this one from the Liu family?"

"The boy from the Liu family is called Liu Xun."

When Fang Qingyuan heard this name, he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. Forget it, there are so many people with the same name in the world, and there are many named Liu Xun.

After asking for their names, Fang Qingyuan asked everyone to leave. He walked to the tea garden, looked at the lush tea trees, and thought in his mind.

If you want to go underground to explore, you can't just go down without preparing anything. At least you need to prepare more pills and earth-attribute spiritual stones.

We also need to prepare a few more earth-moving magic tools to provide some support when underground.

After Fang Qingyuan stayed in the tea garden for a while, he finally called for Yinbao and flew into the sky.

Three days later at night, Fang Qingyuan came to the tea garden alone. This time he didn't even bring any silver treasure.

Mortals like Qu Wei were sleeping soundly, but Fang Qingyuan deliberately avoided them, choosing a time in the dead of night, when there was no daylight underground anyway, and there was no difference between day and night.

Walking to the center of the ten-acre tea garden, Fang Qingyuan took a deep breath and activated the "Golden Light Divine Movement Method". In the next moment, the soil under his feet turned into a shadow, and Fang Qingyuan escaped instantly.

After taking a breath of twenty feet, Fang Qingyuan finally stopped twenty feet deep underground. What he saw was pitch black, deep and quiet.

At this place, Fang Qingyuan felt the remaining magic power in his body and found that he could still use the "Golden Light Divine Movement Technique" five times.

It seems that his limit is sixty feet deep. Because he has to consider the issue of traveling back and forth, most monks will reserve more than half of their mana for the return trip.

Otherwise, when the mana is used up, you will be trapped underground and unable to get out. If it takes a long time, you will risk death.

Moreover, there is no way to tell the direction underground, and there is no air. If you escape in the wrong direction, it will be troublesome.

Fang Qingyuan thought deeply, and finally silently used the Earth Manipulation Technique, turning the soil under him into a shadow again, and escaped downwards.

Four times later, Fang Qingyuan had reached a depth of a hundred feet. Feeling how little mana he had left, Fang Qingyuan thought and began to carefully collect the surrounding soil.

As a piece of soil was taken into the Immortal Mansion by Fang Qingyuan, a small hollow appeared beside him. In order to prevent the place from collapsing, Fang Qingyuan took out a first-grade low-grade river mussel protective magic weapon, poured it into his spiritual power, and poured himself into it. Wrapped.

The moment the effect of the vertical ground spell disappeared, a heavy pressure came and immediately submerged the river clam weapon.

The river clam's magic weapon creaked when it was pressed, but it still held on. Fang Qingyuan put down the spare magic weapon, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to let out fresh air from the fairy mansion.

The fresh air in the Immortal Mansion diluted the heavy earthy smell here. Fang Qingyuan took out a medium-grade earth spirit stone, held it in the palm of his hand, and began to restore his mana.

An hour later, feeling that his mana had returned to its original state, Fang Qingyuan put down one-tenth of the consumed middle-grade earth spirit stone and began to use the "Golden Light Divine Movement Technique" again.

One hundred feet, two hundred feet, three hundred feet

Until seven hundred feet, Fang Qingyuan still found no abnormalities, and as the depth increased, the distance Fang Qingyuan escaped each time decreased sharply.

At first, Fang Qingyuan could reach a depth of twenty feet at a time, but when it reached three or four hundred feet, due to the weight of the earth, Fang Qingyuan weakened to a depth of seventeen or eighty feet at a time.

Now after reaching 700 feet, every time you cast a spell, you can only dive down to 11 or 20 feet at most.

The first-order low-grade river mussel-like protective magic weapon was shattered on the spot when it was three hundred feet high because it could not bear the heavy pressure. Fortunately, Fang Qingyuan used the spare first-order middle-grade golden ring spirit dial, which prevented it from being destroyed. The misfortune buried deep in the earth.

It's just that this middle-grade golden ring spirit dial couldn't hold on even when it was six hundred feet, and it followed the footsteps of the previous magic weapon.

Now Fang Qingyuan is using a first-grade high-grade Qingluo Umbrella, a protective magical weapon with wood attributes, worth more than 900 low-grade spiritual stones.

The river clam magic weapon and golden ring spirit dial that were damaged just now amounted to only five hundred low-grade spiritual stones. Fang Qingyuan was not distressed by the loss, but if this magic weapon was damaged again, Fang Qingyuan could only cry without tears.

These three magical artifacts were purchased by Fang Qingyuan in the past few days. For this reason, he bought some ore spiritual materials at a cheap price and exchanged them for three magical artifacts and some elixirs.

If it was just the heavy pressure of the earth, it wouldn't be so serious, but when Fang Qingyuan continued to go deeper, he felt the force of geomagnetism, mixed with heavy pressure, coming like a mountain bearing down on the top.

The force of geomagnetism is the same as the Jiutian Gangfeng. It is a geographical phenomenon that makes immortal cultivators change their minds when they hear it. In the earth, the deeper you go into the ground, the stronger the force of geomagnetism becomes.

The monks hired by the stewards of other courtyards also sensed the power of geomagnetism and did not want to lose their protective magic weapon, so they retreated.

But Fang Qingyuan had already reached a depth of seven hundred feet, and now he was unwilling to turn around.

Go forward another three hundred feet. If you haven't found anything yet, then you have no choice but to admit it, because if you continue to dive, your magic weapon will not be able to support it.

So, at nine hundred feet, the Qingluo umbrella shattered, and Fang Qingyuan took out the second-level low-grade tortoise-shell spirit shield with an expressionless face.

Every magic weapon has its endurance limit. If you use a second-level low-grade turtle-shell soul-supporting shield from the beginning, I am afraid that when you first arrive here, the turtle-shell soul-supporting shield will not be able to hold up under the long-term pressure.

Each time Fang Qingyuan meditates and adjusts his breath, it takes more than an hour. During this period, he must use his magic weapon to protect himself. As the distance goes deeper, the force of geomagnetism weighs heavily on Fang Qingyuan's magic weapon, forcing Fang Qingyuan to release more of his mind. To control the magic weapon, this also caused his breathing and meditation time to become longer and longer each time.

After that, at a depth of a hundred feet, the geomagnetic force became stronger and stronger, and Fang Qingyuan could only penetrate six to seven feet at a time.

After three days of meditating, adjusting his breath, gathering soil, and releasing the air in the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan finally reached the depths of the ground thousands of feet deep.

As if he had invisibly crossed an inexplicable pass, Fang Qingyuan had just descended a thousand feet below the ground when he felt the pull of the geomagnetic force decreasing.

Sensing this change, the tired Fang Qingyuan was shocked, An Ran closed his eyes and relaxed.

I have found the right place, and hope is right in front of me, but at the critical moment, I have to stabilize my position and not be impatient.

So, Fang Qingyuan closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, adjusted his breath, took pills that could clear his mind and soothe his mind, and finally took a nap. After his energy was almost full, he slowly moved toward the place where the geomagnetic power was weakest. Rush to the place.

Before leaving, Fang Qingyuan left a spherical beacon on the spot. This spherical beacon was made of metal and had a trace of his own magic power attached to it. It could last for seven or eight days. In the past, Fang Qingyuan would leave a beacon every time he meditated and adjusted his breath. Use something like this to save yourself from finding the correct direction when turning.

Fang Qingyuan continued to move forward for more than a hundred feet. When the geomagnetic force was as weak as when it first entered the ground, Fang Qingyuan's soul vaguely felt that there was a place in front of him that exuded golden spirit energy, which slightly stung his soul.

Could such a strong golden spirit energy be a piece of golden spirit ore?

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan was very happy. He had dug a spiritual mine underground. Even if the sect took away half of it, it would mean that he would make a fortune.

It's just that Fang Qingyuan was happy a little early. When he touched the edge of the Golden Spirit Power, what he saw shocked his mind.

A huge beast huddled thousands of feet underground, motionless, as if it had died long ago.