What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

Ten days later, the first antidote capable of removing the venom of the "Holy Maiden" while preserving the life of the infected was announced.

The entire source world fell into a sea of ​​celebration.

Qinan leaned against the old tree, listening to the screams and noises in his ears, the corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly.

It's amazing.

He lowered his eyes to read the research process and the final prescription that had spread to every corner of the cultivation world through the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but hold his breath.

Alchemists in the source world have their own strengths, and the inheritance of refining Dao has existed since ancient times.But it is very rare to see that all Danxiu are studying the same thing—after all, in order to survive, it is the normal state of monks to treasure themselves.

Perhaps only a catastrophe like this that affects the entire source world can unite all monks.

Qinan flipped through the extremely large amount of information bit by bit, and at the same time silently digested and absorbed it in his heart. When he saw the part from "Midnight Owl", he couldn't help but feel happy.

For many years before, he had been able to analyze and study the energy of the Golden Crow's core alone.

Age, knowledge, cultivation level... many things have slowed down his pace and made him fall into a bottleneck in his research.In the past few years, he has been self-studying through the inheritance of Danxiu in Huangtian Jianmen, trying to make up for the lack of foundation when he was a casual cultivator, but without the guidance of a suitable teacher, this road is really difficult.

But this time, although he contributed his years of research on Midnight Owl free of charge, he also gained more wisdom and knowledge from other Danxiu.

He could see them making subtle use of the results of their research.

He can see that their thinking is completely different from his own but leads to the same goal.

He could see a grand event belonging to Danxiu that he had never seen before.

Hundreds of thousands or millions of high-level alchemy cultivators, talisman cultivators, and soul cultivators participated one after another to express their opinions, connecting seemingly unrelated things together from countless magical angles, groping for the hidden thread, and jointly The ensemble played a stunning movement.

Really...

So beautiful.

Qinan could hardly restrain the excitement and shock in his heart.

In ten days, from "Midnight Owl" to "Golden Crow" to "Yuan Ling", they are exploring the origin of the world, and they are also challenging the supreme source of all things.

From this research result, Qinan saw a splendid road.Things that were originally limited by his cultivation and could not be analyzed were presented in front of his eyes one by one, and countless sparks of inspiration emerged in his mind.He firmly seized this rare opportunity and frantically absorbed new knowledge and ideas.

At the same time, more Danxiu from all over the place impatiently began to refine the antidote.

In just a few days, astronomical numbers of antidote raw materials were concentrated and distributed to every corner of Ten Thousand Realms and Twelve Continents, and then refined into large quantities of antidote under the mutual supervision of many monks from different forces.

The relief of the catastrophe is at hand.

Soon, good news came from all over the place through the bronze mirror.

[The crisis in the southern part of Zhongming Continent is resolved! 】

[The antidote has been distributed in the central highlands of Fengmingzhou, and it is already showing results! 】

[The antidote to the Myriad Realms Consonance Starfield has taken effect, and the eroded land has returned to normal! 】

[The antidote to the west of Nantianzhou successfully took effect! 】

……

Qinan glanced at the big news, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

Even though Guiyuan may have other means in the future, at least for now, they have temporarily overcome this crisis, haven't they?

He poured the antidote he had just refined into the jade bottle, and while continuing to deduce the newly acquired knowledge in his mind, he got up and flew to the north of the camp.

Although in the concept of the source world, as long as they have wisdom, they are all equal, but he still cannot avoid selfishness, and wants to save the land he was once familiar with first.

He controlled the spiritual power and crossed the mountains and rivers all the way. The land in front of his eyes became desolate little by little, and traces of corrosion and energy remained everywhere.

Qinan was a little puzzled, and his eyes gradually skipped over these ruins that no one seemed to have paid attention to.

Is it too remote here?

Why is it different from the situation seen in the bronze mirror?

He flew forward for a while, and suddenly a huge monster appeared in front of him.His pupils shrank, and he suddenly stopped and stared at the hundred-foot-tall "Saint".

This thing... how come there are still left outside without being killed or captured?

Maybe it was just accidentally missed.

Qinan frowned, loaded part of the potent antidote into the bullet, and then set up the meteorite to aim the muzzle at the fat tail of the monster.

"boom--"

After a brief roar, the huge saintess twitched and collapsed to the ground, quickly turning into a pool of gray sludge.After being neutralized by the antidote, its venom can no longer corrode the surrounding things, but seeps lifelessly into the ground like ordinary mud.

Qinan put away the meteor and continued to fly forward.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a second saint who was slightly smaller appeared in front of Qinan's eyes.

No, this is not right.

Qinan's face was a little ugly, and a bad premonition surged in his chest.

He quickly slaughtered the saint, and then spread his spiritual power to search around.

chi chi...

The spreading spiritual power was constantly being corroded by the residual venom. After searching hundreds of places, he found an "egg".

It was half buried in the slime left after the saint was killed, and at first glance it looked like a gray-black clod.However, when Qinan's spiritual power skimmed its surface, there were layers of surging law patterns emerging.

Qinan's complexion changed slightly, he took out the Killing God and shot at it.

The gray egg exploded open, revealing an unformed half-human, half-arachnoid within.

Qinan stared at this thing, gritted his teeth, and quickly took out the bronze mirror to record its image, and shared this picture with every monk who held the bronze mirror.

Then he soon saw more messages springing up like mushrooms after rain.

[Fellow Daoist Heiyu, didn’t you say that the crisis in the southern part of Zhongming Continent has been resolved?I can clearly see that the disaster here is getting worse! 】

[Who is in charge of the Consonance Star Field!Why did I check that all ten planets are covered with corpses, there are no living things at all! 】

[What's going on, what about the antidote? 】

[I remember that the Consonance Star Field was visited by Danxiu from the Emperor Sword Gate! 】

【no!Why does it look like no one has been here at Wanjie!And monks!Why are you not there! 】

[Asshole!what is going on! 】

……

Qinan stopped stiffly in mid-air, staring fixedly at the summons.

Soon, more photos were posted.

Ten Thousand Realms and Twelve Continents seemed to have been reduced to a gray and black hell.

In many photos from Ten Thousand Realms, densely packed "saints" climbed mountains and rivers, flooded rivers, and devoured everything. At a glance, there are wriggling spider legs and pale eyes.

Qinan seemed to feel something hit the back of his head suddenly, making him unable to think about anything for a while.

what happened?

Why did it become like this!

His heart was in a state of confusion, and his fingers were rigidly pinching the bronze mirror, motionless.

Suddenly, a summons appeared in front of his eyes.

【Xuanjingzong·Fuling: Fellow Daoist Qinan, are you still there? 】

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured down on the head, and the free consciousness returned instantly.Qinan gritted his teeth and replied: 【I am here. 】

Immediately there was another message from the other side: [Then take the elixir you refined back to the camp. 】

Qinan tensed his face, and immediately took out a Thousand Miles Instant Body Talisman and returned to the camp according to the location left before.At this time, less than half of the remaining monks in the camp had ugly faces, and immediately after seeing Qinan came back, a monk dressed in Xuanjingzong's costume stepped forward: "Friend Qinan, how much do you have left of your elixir? "

Qinan took out the pill and showed it, and said in a deep voice, "I used one bottle, and there are hundreds of bottles left."

The man was obviously relieved, and took out the bronze mirror to record something.

After half a stick of incense, the panicked monks finally calmed down, and at this time, Qinan finally saw the list that the monks of Xuanjingzong had compiled before.

Looking at these numbers, he felt the depression and despair that made him almost breathless.

[Having the bronze mirror, [-]% of the Yuanjing Danxiu who participated in refining the antidote lost contact, and [-]% of those who did not reach the Yuanjing lost contact; they were suspected of being Guiyuan traitors, or were killed by it. 】

[The list of missing contacts is as follows: ...]

[The recovery of the antidote is less than [-]%, and it has been found that [-] raw material storage places have been destroyed. 】

[37 Yuanjing "Guiyuan" were captured. 】

[There are serious errors in the disaster situation in various places, and it is being continuously updated...]

A large area of ​​white land that had been marked as resolved was re-marked with a blood red mark.

Qinan's face was a little pale, and he felt that some eyes were vaguely falling on him.

"Have you noticed that out of the more than 500 origin realm alchemists from Huangtian Sword Gate, almost [-] have lost contact?"

"Why are there so many Guiyuan Danxiu in Huangtian Sword Gate?"

"Emperor Heaven Sword Sect is like this, so the source world is hopeless!"

"No way, you see that all the alchemists of Huangtian Sword Gate are guest lords, and those monks are not considered direct descendants."

"Then see if that traveler will also..."

"Shh, be quiet."

……

The whispering voices around them could be faintly heard, and Qinan raised his head, his gaze slowly swept across their suspicious faces.

Half a month ago, he and Yi Hong speculated on Guiyuan's most likely expansion method.But just guessing is useless. After all, apart from those monks who survived the catastrophe safely and under the watchful eyes of everyone in the door, more monks survived the catastrophe without anyone paying attention.

They are [-]% of the casual cultivators who account for the number of monks in the source world.

And even monks of the Zongmen, they may not necessarily survive the tribulation within the sect—for example, Lord Yihong, who was chased and killed by three Yuanjing people from Guiyuan, and was finally forced to survive alone in the wilderness of Nantianzhou robbery.

Then, those monks who survived the tribulation in the sect... In fact, only about one tenth of them can really survive the nine heavenly tribulations.

This also shows that even if their guess is correct, they have no way to really use this to find out all the Guiyuan thugs.

So this time, the mutual supervision of refining the antidote was actually a bit of a tentative thought.

But no one expected that there would be so many missing monks.

In many places, all the monks who supervised, were supervised, and observed each other lost contact.

Who would have expected it!

Qinan clenched his fists tightly, staring at the list without saying a word.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the place where the raw materials of the antidote were stored, trying to continue refining the antidote to make up for the vacancy, but was stopped by someone.

"Sorry, we can't let you mobilize these spiritual plants without proving that you have nothing to do with Guiyuan."

Qinan stared at them and asked word by word: "Then what about those creatures in disaster?"

The guarding monk was unmoved: "Sorry."

Qinan took a deep breath, turned around and left.

In order to solve the "Holy Maiden" as soon as possible, more than [-]% of the high-level alchemists in the source world have already been dispatched.Therefore, the number of lost contacts is almost half of the total number of Danxiu in the source world.

However, in the face of the area that was suddenly told that the severity was far beyond imagination... the remaining half of Danxiu had to refine an antidote that was dozens of times higher than before.

...And they couldn't even ensure that the remaining half of Danxiu was okay.

Qinan walked through the camp in silence, and found Yan Nange who was repairing weapons for other monks under the strange eyes of other monks around him: "I want to go back to the Great Barren Island."

Yan Nange was taken aback when he heard the words: "...Are you going back to the Great Wilderness at this time?"

Qinan calmly said: "You know the current situation, staying here will only make things worse. They have lost trust in Danxiu, and I don't even have the right to continue refining antidote to suppress disasters. Go back to Huangtian Sword Gate At least I can use enough spiritual materials to refine the antidote."

Yan Nange opened his mouth, and finally turned his head to hug Maozizi and Zhuguangjianjun, and sighed at him: "You are right, then I will send you back."

Only then did Qinan show a smile.

He followed Yan Nange out of the room, watching the craftsman release his flying boat, his eyes darkened slightly.

In this world, there are not many friends he can trust.

So, Yan Nange, you must not be Gui Yuan.

Qinan quietly hid the Flood Flood Dragon Scale given to him by Sword Master Yi Hong in his palm, and then boarded his flying boat with Yan Nange.

The flying boat quickly soared into the sky.

The devastated land of Nantian Continent gradually receded, turning into a misty gray and black, and was quickly covered by the lingering red storm.

Qinan looked at all this with downcast eyes, the panic and helplessness in his heart were forcibly suppressed by him, and there was nothing but coldness in his eyes.

What if there is no one to refine the antidote?

Qinan suddenly let out a low laugh from his throat, an object appeared in his hand, and he played with this delicate machine from the small world casually a few times.

There will always be a way.