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Although the Evil Riyan Essence can pollute the immortal weapon, it is not worth mentioning to Wang Jing of Xianhai, the level difference between the two is too great.

For Xianhai Wangjing, the evil day flame essence is the best way to cover up. Song Qingshu believes that when he uses the evil day flame essence to temper the Xianhai king crystal, although it will not have any impact on the quality, it will definitely look great. Variety.

Unless he showed the terrifying power that covered the rules of the Dao in front of the other party, it would be difficult for everyone in the fairy world to recognize that the boat in his hand was Wang Jing of the Immortal Sea.

Even if he went to the Immortal Realm, Song Qingshu would not be afraid of being recognized as possessing the Immortal Sea King Crystal. After all, there is no one in the Immortal Realm who would burn treasures such as the Immortal Sea King Crystal with such a foolish Sun Yanjing.

In the boundless wilderness, every step Song Qingshu took was dozens of miles away. He didn't fly, but experienced the changes in the space avenue while advancing.

Ever since he communicated with the system in the cemetery about the grading of the fairyland, Song Qingshu put more emphasis on his cultivation on understanding the rules of the Great Dao.

On the one hand, he possesses the Heaven Swallowing Kung Fu, and he only needs treasures and resources to improve his cultivation. On the other hand, it is the essence of the Dao rules remaining in his body. Violence.

Of course, Song Qingshu also understands that it is unrealistic to quickly comprehend the new Dao rules with his current cultivation level, so he is more concerned about the rules of the Dao that he has already understood, such as the rules of killing and the rules of the Dao of time and space. above.

At this moment, the steps Song Qingshu is taking are just strolling in the courtyard in the eyes of others, but if you look carefully, every time he takes a step, the space under his feet will miraculously shrink, and when that step falls, the whole person has already appeared in the dozens of miles away.

This is a major method of using the space avenue. Following Song Qingshu's steps on the space avenue, he soon came to a mountain range thousands of miles away.

Looking up, the mountains are endless, and the deep blue color is daunting.

This place is exactly the place where Li Ling heard about the haunting of the evil day flame spirit, the Wanyao Mountain Range.

However, unlike the seclusion it should have, there are quite a few camps and crowds outside the mountains at this time, and there are even one or two temporary towns.

Glancing at the newly built towns, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling the flexibility of the businessman's head. Selling things like healing medicine talisman paper in such places is almost a huge profit.

But Song Qingshu didn't care about the existence of those merchants, he didn't care anymore after glancing at him, and continued to walk deep into the mountains.

"Roar!"

"Damn it, it's Chuanshanlang, everyone be careful, kill it with all your strength!"

"Ah, there is a sneak attack by poison!"

……

As Song Qingshu went deeper, one after another shrill cries and roars of beasts resounded in the mountains. Hearing all kinds of noises in his ears, Song Qingshu couldn't help shaking his head.

At this time, he finally understood why this place is called the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range. There are too many monsters in this mountain range.

But Song Qingshu also understands that according to this trend, the monsters in the mountains will retreat sooner or later.

Although there were many monsters, more human monks came.

In the case of similar cultivation bases of the two parties, the number and strategies of human monks have too much advantage.

But all of this had nothing to do with him, Song Qingshu, he passed by everywhere, no matter whether it was a monster or a human being, he didn't notice him at all, his consciousness was scattered, and Song Qingshu began to search for the existence of the evil day flame spirit in the mountains.

As time passed, half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and a strange look flashed across Song Qingshu's face at this time.

Although the mountain range is large, he has almost swept across [-]% of the area under his induction. It stands to reason that even if he can't find the existence of the evil day flame spirit, he should be able to find a trace of its appearance, but after half a day passed. Didn't see any trace.

This discovery made Song Qingshu couldn't help wondering whether the news about the appearance of the evil day Yanjing here was faked or not.

"If anyone dares to lie to me, don't blame me for taking care of you."

Song Qingshu found a giant tree, sat cross-legged on the crown of the tree, and after closing his eyes slightly, his consciousness spread out like a spider web.

At this time, he had given up the idea of ​​continuing to search, but he wanted to see who was so courageous, and dared to release false news about the evil Riyan Jing.

"Hey, why haven't you found that evil day flame essence yet?"

"Roar!"

"Hey, there are so many idiots looking for treasure, your treasure will belong to me."

"You lied to me, you will die!"

"Would you like to die? Who will die if you are a real cultivator? Hahaha."

……

As Song Qingshu's spider web-like consciousness spread out, he heard the quarrels and fights of many monks, and the roars of monsters, but Song Qingshu didn't pay attention to these information, and continued to sit cross-legged to perceive.

"The number of people should be enough?"

Just after Song Qingshu felt it for more than an hour, a soft whisper came into his ears. Hearing this, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and the next moment the branch moved with the wind, but Song Qingshu on it had disappeared.

In the depths of the Wanyao Mountains, a magnificent figure appeared, looking at the calm water pool in front of him, a smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face.

Chapter 1398 Vicious Person

The cold pool is deep and deep, with a diameter of only three or four feet, and the aura of monsters is even more blatantly exposed. Anyone who passes by here will regard this place as the lair of monsters.

The vast majority of people will avoid this cold pool based on the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less. After all, it has nothing to do with the bad day Yanjing.

Even when Song Qingshu scanned the entire Wanyao Mountain Range before, he regarded it as a monster's lair, because there was indeed a two-foot-long monster lying on the bottom of the ten-foot-deep pool.

But at this moment, Song Qingshu looked at the cold pool with a malicious smile on his face. The people at the bottom of the pool were quite alert, and even Song Qingshu had to take a second look to see the way.

The monster snake in this cold pool has already signed a master-servant agreement with humans, and on the edge of the bottom of the pool there is a huge boulder with a height of one person, and there is no trace of formation on it. Song Qingshu didn't pay much attention to it before.

After all, as a high-ranking monk, he was used to it. In Song Qingshu's subconscious mind, he always believed that all monks would arrange formations when they set up their caves.

Otherwise, without the protection of the formation, the monks in it will be exposed to the outside world, with no security or privacy at all.

But Song Qingshu didn't expect that this person would actually do the opposite, using this habitual thinking to make Song Qingshu ignore the scene after sweeping the boulder with his spiritual consciousness.

If it wasn't for the fact that Song Qingshu's divine stone turned into a spider web and spread it out in order to listen to the most detailed movements around him, and Song Qingshu could perceive the voice of the person in it without the cover of the formation, even now he might not have found this person.

At the same time, Song Qingshu also believes that there are probably many monks in this mountain range who have been recruited like him.

At this moment, with his spiritual sense, there is clearly a small stone room with a radius of one zhang behind the boulder, and a skinny old man is sitting in the middle of the stone room.

The old man was neatly dressed, but his sparse hair and freckles on his face told Song Qingshan that this man's lifespan might be coming to an end soon.

At this time, the old man was holding a worn-out book in his thin hands, as if it was about to fall from his hand at any time, but his cloudy eyes exuded a hot light that was different from his appearance, as if there was something alluring in this worn-out book. Like a treasure, the old man's mouth was still trembling while watching.

"It's still less than a thousand people. When the number is enough, I will make great progress in my cultivation. With this treasure formation, how difficult is it for me to cultivate to the god level? Hehehe."

There was no light in the narrow cave, and the old man was holding the classics, laughing like the neighing of a night owl.

Hearing that Song Qingshu frowned, his spiritual sense reached out to the book, but just after Song Qingshu's spiritual sense came into contact with the broken book, the old man's expression changed drastically.

"Who?! Who dares to spy on me!?"

With a roar, the old man suddenly sat up from the ground, and a soft blue sword with faint light appeared in his hand, shaking in the air, and the ancient book had disappeared.

The excited reaction of the old man seemed to have discovered Song Qingshu, but Song Qingshu just smiled slightly and did not make any reaction.

If he could be discovered by a little Nascent Soul cultivator, what would Song Qingshu do with his cultivation?

The old man yelled, and stared back and forth in the cave with his cloudy old eyes. The software in his hand seemed to be cut out at any time. In the end, even the monster sleeping in the pool felt the call of the old man and raised his head, vigilantly. Scanned around.

But after a while, the demon snake and the old man didn't find any clues. After a long silence, the old man sat back on the ground and laughed at himself.

"Hey, mother, people have delusions when they are old. It's too embarrassing to say it. But you should be careful with this plan."

Just now the old man did not discover Song Qingshu's spiritual consciousness, he just had a flash of uneasiness in his heart.

It's just that he has never dared to be careless after fighting at the bottom for a long time, so just now he deliberately pretended to have discovered the opponent's consciousness.

It's okay if it's fake, but if someone really spied on him, he would definitely be frightened by his trick, and maybe they would show up to meet each other.

Seeing that no one appeared at this time, the old man was quite amused in his heart, thinking that he was worrying too much, he sat back on the ground and calmly took out the broken book to read, and couldn't help mumbling.

"That's right, this evil day flame spirit shouldn't attract the attention of those big shots, I'm too worried."

Seeing that the old man took out the torn book to read, Song Qingshu didn't care about it at all, and his spiritual sense began to scan the old man's classics unscrupulously.

After about a cup of tea, Song Qingshu's originally indifferent eyes flashed a icy coldness.

Sure enough, as he guessed, there is no evil day flame spirit in the Ten Thousand Monster Mountain Range, and everything is fabricated by the old man.

This ancient book was left by a monk who did not know how many years ago, and it contains thousands of pieces, and the difference between the Sun Flame Essence and the Sun Flame Essence is recorded in this book, and the old man used the records of this ancient book, Specially spread the news of the bad Riyanjing, not the Riyanjing.

What displeased Song Qingshu was not the records about the evil Ri Yanjing in this book, but a formation recorded at the end of the book.

That array is called the Blood Sun Essence Array, and it is a vicious exercise that uses other people's bloodlines to refine one's own exercises, and according to the old man's intentions, he has already set it up in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range at this moment.

After the number of monks reaches a certain level, the old man will activate the formation, obliterate the monsters and humans in the formation, and use them to achieve his own cultivation.

Song Qing Shuben didn't particularly hate this kind of formation similar to the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art like other people, but at this moment he couldn't help but have the urge to kill the old man with his hands.

Because this old man is so vicious, in order to avoid accidentally attracting high-ranking monks, he also specially spread the news that there is a sun-flaming essence here instead of a sun-flaming essence. In this formation, he is not his opponent at all.

And the killing of this Xueri Jinggong formation is even more bloody, and the blood and cultivation of the monks and monsters in the formation will be sucked out alive. yuyV If the old man just killed the enemy, Song Qingshu would not be so dissatisfied, but the old man's plan for this trip is to kill a full [-] monks and [-] monsters, no matter good or bad, this touched the bottom line in Song Qingshu's heart.

In his heart, Song Qingshu already regarded the old man as a dead person.

But after thinking about it, he was still not in a hurry to act. He felt that the old man still had a lot of secrets, and if he read more, there might be some unexpected gains.

At that time, even if the old man understands the formation, with Song Qingshu's cultivation, breaking the Xuerijing Kungfu formation will be nothing more than a piece of cake.

Chapter 1399 Kneel down!

Outside the deep cold pool, Song Qingshu stood like a javelin on the bank of the cold pool, with his eyes slightly closed and only his robe fluttering in the breeze.

"Shhhh~"

While Song Qingshu was standing quietly, a bush not far from him moved slightly, and then two figures walked out of it, and they were still talking while walking.

"Brother Zhan, do you think there is any evil spirit in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range? Why did the two of us run for four or five days without even a trace?"

"It's hard to tell. Although we have been searching for a long time, how big is the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range? With the search speed of the two of us, we can't find the third out of a hundred. Who knows if there is any."

"Hey, if it wasn't for the lack of a different fire to defend myself, I really don't want to... Huh? Brother Zhan, don't you look at the pool a little weirdly?"

The two figures chatted and soon came to the edge of the cold pool, but the strange thing was that Song Qingshu standing by the edge of the cold pool didn't seem to exist, the two of them didn't pay attention at all, but walked towards Tan.

"Well, I'm afraid there are monsters down here. Let's go. The water in this pool is deep and cold, and it's impossible for it to contain such a strange fire as the evil day flame essence."

Although the two were curious, they sensed the seemingly subdued evil spirit in the pool in a blink of an eye, so they didn't stay here for long, and continued to search for it in the deep mountains.

Not long after the two disappeared into the bushes beside the cold pool, the standing Song Qingshu's eyes moved slightly, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he said to himself, "Can you finally take it?"

As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, the water in the cold pool surged, and at the same time a figure shot out from it.

"Haha, the great achievement of my kung fu is today!"