Only my golden finger has bugs in the world

Beiminghai,? Hongtu Wasteland.

In Xuanyuan Continent, only spiritual beasts with enlightened wisdom are qualified to be called demons.

Thousands of years ago, the famous Hong Tu used to be the burial place of the demon clan, and the top figures of all the clans in the demon world all transformed here.

Historically, the bones, blood, fur, and even teeth of the demon clan have been indispensable materials for monks to refine weapons, alchemy, and form formations. In order to let their ancestors sleep peacefully, but also to prevent the death of their ancestors The demon body is not intruded, so it is listed as a forbidden area by the demon clan, and there are many taboo formations, only the patriarchs of the demon clan are given the right to enter and exit.

Once other non-monster people get involved, they will be killed.Back then, there was a cultivator who did not believe in evil and insisted on breaking in, intending to steal the tortoise shells of the ancestors of the Xuanwu clan for refining weapons, but he never came out again.The danger cannot be explained in a single word. No matter how strong the magic cultivator or the immortal cultivator is, no matter how lucky he is, it is impossible to get out of Hongtu alive, without exception.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye. When he first came to this world, Si Yan's body had just been promoted from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Affected a little, Si Yan spent this year in retreat at Hanpo Peak to consolidate his cultivation.

The new disciples recruited by the inner sect this time, all of them have drawn energy into their bodies one after another, and they have officially embarked on the journey of cultivating immortality and longevity.The two single-rooted geniuses with the best qualifications already have the third level of Qi training, only Xiao Ci,? Because the purity of the spiritual root is too low, it is several times more difficult to advance the cultivation base than other geniuses with two spiritual roots. He also disdains to use pills to build up his cultivation, and is still struggling at the first level of Qi training.

Si Yan's attitude towards him was neither cold nor indifferent. Before retreating, he only asked his servant Zhibai to send him cultivation resources on time.

Today, Si Yan's retreat temporarily came to an end.

Thousands of miles away, a snow-clothed figure appeared above the Beiming Sea, walking on a sword, his belt in the wind, the sword was shining brightly, and his figure was as ethereal as a Yao Palace immortal above nine heavens.

Three months ago, Si Yan sensed a call from Bai Ping, but the call was too weak, and there was no news after that. He could also guess that the situation of Bai Ping's soul was not much better, so he came up with the idea of ​​finding a soul. Wood future will be the idea of ​​nurturing his soul for him.

In the memory of this replica, Hanji Zhenjun Zhong Fanqing once passed through the Beiming Sea, and occasionally saw Hongtu highlighting a phantom bird, with a huge body, long and gorgeous tail feathers, moving like the wind, and singing crisply Jade, with a feather crown on its head, and its gorgeous wings are as green as the dawn, shining softly under the sun!

——This is the divine bird Cangluan that was once able to compete with the legendary phoenix, the king of all birds.

And according to the records in the Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Beasts, the sacred bird of Qingluan has always lived with the soul-nourishing tree, so it is very likely that the soul-nourishing tree will appear in Hongtu.

So, alone and with only a sword, he forced his way to Beiminghai.

Heaven loves the monster race, not only giving them a domineering body, but also making them born with innate supernatural powers, and then sent down the emperor's liquid to help them open up their spiritual wisdom.

In Gengshen Yeyuehua, there is Emperor Flowing Ointment in it, which is shaped like countless olives and ten thousand golden threads, which run through and hang down the world, and the vegetation can become a demon after receiving its essence.

Only by eating the emperor's ointment can the monsters open up their spiritual wisdom to the greatest extent, regenerate themselves, gain thinking, and practice spells.

In the past, the power of the demon world was so powerful that it once overwhelmed the two worlds of immortals and demons.It seems that prosperity must decline. For tens of thousands of years, the emperor's fluid from heaven has become less and less. In addition, the demon world has been encountering various natural and man-made disasters like a curse. Thousands of years ago, overnight, all the demon worlds were opened. All the spiritual and wise monsters disappeared without a trace, and their existence was suspected to have been silently obliterated.

Si Yan put the Jinghong Sword under his feet into the storage bag, and stepped into this land without the slightest aura.

The Hongtu Wasteland was once a forbidden area of ​​the demon world. With the curse of the demon clan, its aura was exhausted and it was unable to support the operation of the formation. This is why its name changed from Hongtu to Hongtu Wasteland.

Anyone who enters, without exception, can't move their spiritual power, just like ordinary people.In addition, things span thousands of miles, even if you walk, you have to walk non-stop for a year, not to mention that after the death of the monster race, it will turn into a monster body, which can cover the sky and block out the sun. Even if it is intentional, a mortal body cannot move the monster body come out.

With the scorching sun above his head, the ground was dry and cracked, Si Yan walked step by step in the place where the bones were buried, looking at the strange and huge bones around him, his expression did not change at all.

From the periphery to the center, this journey is one year.

In the Hongtu wasteland, the environment is harsh. Spring, summer, autumn and winter change in a day. In the morning, it is still a comfortable spring and autumn. At noon, it becomes hot summer, and at night it turns into cold winter. , but here is a bit stronger than ordinary people, still suffering from cold, heatstroke, sickness and starvation.

Passing through the outer bone area, Si Yan came to the pitch-black Soul Cultivation Tree.

About a hundred feet high, the whole body is pitch black, and the branches at the top of the tree stretch out like a giant umbrella supporting the sky.

Judging from its shape, such a large tree has existed for at least ten thousand years, but unfortunately, for some reason, it has completely withered.

The bark is dry and cracked, the leaves are fallen and the branches are withered. Except for the fairly complete trunk, there are only shriveled branches left, and the death is a bit miserable.

Si Yan picked up a piece of fallen bark and smelled an obvious burning smell on it. This soul-cultivating tree was probably burned to death by an extremely powerful strange fire.

At noon, the sun above his head was scorching hot. At this time, it was the hot summer season in Hongtu Wasteland. Si Yan's face under the hood was neither sad nor happy. He stroked the soul-nourishing wood, feeling full of malice from an unknown force.

I'm afraid that the demise of the Yaozu is not as simple as the records in the book, but I don't know that it was written by the person above.

In the center of the Hongtu wasteland is a lake with clear blue water and lush trees around it, giving it the feeling of a desert oasis.

Si Yan took off his hood, washed his face in the lake water, and immediately felt extremely cool. He took out the kettle and filled it with water, found a shady tree under a tree, and took out some dried meat to eat.

After he rested for a while, he was about to return.

But he saw a gray ball running out of nowhere, rushing up to bite the jerky in Si Yan's hand at an extremely fast speed, and was about to run away, but Si Yan restrained the back of fate's neck.

Si Yan pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up. The fur ball looked like a puppy he had seen in the second world, but it was slightly different, with shorter limbs, as if they were all lumped together. , with sharp minions and sharp black eyes, which were moist and dynamic, and did not dare to blink when looking at him.

The fluffy group moved violently under his hands, waving its short front paws vigorously and making strange noises, as if threatening Si Yan to let go of it.

A funny look flashed in Si Yan's eyes, and he let go of it.

Since the Soul Cultivating Wood has no clue for the time being, staying here is useless. He picked up the scattered dried meat, packed up the package, and prepared to return and leave.

Stimulated by Si Yan's indifferent attitude, it jumped up and down angrily, yelled at Si Yan, as if declaring war, then made an attacking posture, and rushed towards Si Yan , unexpectedly bumped into his waist, and squeezed into a flat gray ball.

Again and again, persevere.

Later, Si Yan understood that it wasn't attacking people, it was obviously addicted to playing, Si Yan stretched out his hand and wanted to pull it off his waist, and it took a long time before he peeled it off.

Mmm, it's soft to the touch.

The little beast had no intention of escaping after being let go. It felt like it wanted to rely on its boss, Si Yan. cave.

The cave is very long, twists and turns, the inner wall is rough, and gravel falls from time to time, it must have been violently broken open by some big monster.

The further you go, the wider the cave becomes.

Passing through the cave, one can see a deep valley in front of one's eyes, where the cold wind is blowing, and numerous monster bones are piled up to form a mountain, but compared with the surrounding areas, the blood of the demon clan that sits here has a higher concentration.

In the middle is a keel as huge as a hill. The bright white bones reflect white under the scorching sun. The dragon tail coils around a small purple-gold tomb in the center, presenting a protective gesture.

The little beast crawled to the top of the small tomb, happily digging and digging with its claws, and then dug out a dark gold ring from the inside, which was strung with a necklace.

It wears it very preciously around its neck.

It dug out some treasures it had collected before, such as the bones of unknown animals, weirdly shaped stones, etc., and wrapped it in a rag that it didn't know where it came from, and carried it on its back like Si Yan.It's just that it is round and small, and its posture looks funny and ridiculous.

A fluffy bunch, with its head tilted cutely, squatted in front of Si Yan, and looked straight at Si Yan with big moist eyes with affection.

This act of cleaning up the house...

Why is there a saying: I decided to leave with you, you can figure it out.

Si Yan felt that if it had a tail, it would probably be wagging happily at this time.

He frowned slightly, and the expression on his flawless face was still clear and cold.

Some doubts, they only got along for such a short time, how could this group of people feel close to him.

This little beast has extremely high intelligence and is protected so much by the Dragon Clan. I am afraid that it has an extraordinary status and is an important figure of the Monster Clan.

As time passed, the little beast began to become a little impatient. It fidgeted and made squeaky noises to urge Si Yan to make a decision.

"I can't take you away." Kunshan Yuming, the melodious melody made Tuanzi intoxicated and broke Huituanzi's heart.

It looked at Si Yan sadly, and let out a weak and miserable whine, not loud, but with a high frequency, which sounded like the cry of a human baby.

Boom, big bastard, why don't you want it.

It thought for a few seconds, and then reluctantly took off the precious ring worn around its neck, as well as the rags, and pushed them all in front of Si Yan.

This is all its belongings, and I give it to you, can you take it away.

Outside the cave, on the soul-cultivating tree, a huge blue phantom faintly flashed, looking worriedly into the valley.

And in Tianyuanzong thousands of miles away, Shenji, who was nestled in the system space watching dramas and eating snacks, suddenly sneezed.

He wondered with some vigilance, it was His Majesty, who exactly was trying to take his place next to His Majesty.

The author has something to say: Si. Wilderness Survival. Yan

Little Theater: The Mystery of Hui Duanzi's Elopement

Si Yan: I think it has taken a fancy to my jerky.

Hui Tuanzi: No, it's because you not only look pleasing to the eye, but also make delicious jerky.

I made it up that Qingluan and the Soul Cultivating Tree live together, please don't tell me.

Xiuxian is too difficult to write.Huh, let's write a simpler one in the next world. If you have any ideas, you can comment.

"Qing? Yuan Mei? "Continuation of the New Qi Harmony Diliuzhi": "Gengshen Yeyuehua, in which there is Diliuzhi, which is shaped like countless olives and ten thousand golden threads, running through the world, hanging down the world, and the vegetation is affected by its essence." , that can become a demon. "

A little cutie said that I write slowly. I really haven’t written this type of writing. I’m afraid I’ll collapse, so I write carefully. In fact, there are foreshadowing everywhere, not useless content. This world is very important, and it’s probably too long.

感谢在2020-11-06?11:17:50~2020-11-09?16:14:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Lao Tie? 2; Unhappy? 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Unhappy? 40 bottles; Xiguang Cantaloupe? 26 bottles; Lao Tie? 5 bottles; Wanhua? 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!