The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

Now that the people had been delivered, the imperial guards had to go back and report back. They rejected the temple's invitation and went down the mountain on their own.

The abbot saw that everyone who shouldn't have come left, so he helped the thief and introduced it to Xiao Yun, "This is Zijian, where are Zijian's clothes?"

Only then did Zi Jian remember to take out the hidden clothes to the host. "If the prince wants to leave, he can use this one. I have inquired about the man's family background. He also has the release sign tattooed on his clothes. It is worth borrowing."

Xiao Yun sighed, the abbot is still so affectionate after so many years, it is probably because of his deceased parents that he helped him in this way.

The abbot looked at the sky, King Ning, I can only do so much, the rest is up to the prince's own fate.

Master Feng had a dream, and Song Qishu also had a dream.

Pulling aside the clumps of grass that are as tall as a person, the volcano in the deepest part of the secret realm is revealed, and the lava is rolling and splashing in all directions.

Song Qishu's eyes lit up, he pressed the map of mountains and rivers on his chest, and quickened his pace.

This mountain was called Menggu Mountain in ancient times. Even if ordinary people can escape the rolling magma on the surface of the mountain, they must be bewitched by the ghosts that turn into phantoms at night and turned into stone statues. Even people who practice Taoism will fall into madness. Invade and die.He had to reach the top of the volcano before the sun set in the secret realm, otherwise he would still be stuck here today with his cultivation base, so why pursue a strong man?What avenue is there to pursue?

Throwing out the map of mountains and rivers, sacrificed blood and spells, and urged spiritual power, the map of mountains and rivers immediately changed its form, turning into a layer of barriers that firmly covered Song Qishu's body. Seeing that the barrier was strong, Song Qishu rushed to the top of the mountain Moving forward, during the process, the rocks slipped and the lava burst, all of which were blocked by the incarnation of Shanhetu, allowing him to reach the top of the mountain before the last ray of afterglow dissipated.

The gentle wind blowing on the top of the mountain raised the corner of the black robe. He glanced at the bloodshot hands that were still stained by the heat of the magma even though they were protected by a barrier. He sneered and turned his back. It's nothing to say, the hardships he suffered back then were not less than now, as long as he got the Thousand Heart Grass in the volcano, he could completely cross the Nascent Soul from the Golden Core Stage and reach the Void Refining Realm. Master Ming Yi is the master of Yunzong, and he is also the only one in the Void Refining Realm.

"Shanhetu, are you sure that the Thousand Heart Grass is in the center of the lava?" He asked again after his aura had mostly recovered.The river map returned to its original appearance, turned around twice, and released a beam of light to the huge stone pit not far away.

Song Qishu looked at it for a while, stood up silently, and continued to walk towards the edge of the stone pit, but within a few steps, the restriction that existed in the volcano since ancient times felt that someone was finally approaching for thousands of years, and he was furious.

After the earth shook and the mountains shook, the dark red rolling magma spewed out in the thick black smoke, and the loud rumbling sound pressed down on the surrounding layers. There were tens of thousands of fiery red scratches, and then turned into terrifying sparks.

Grasping the ground tightly, he was still rushed two or three meters away by the majestic airflow. He simply threw away his black robe, dressed shirtless, ignored the strange phenomenon as nothing, and crawled forward.

In the secret realm, the monks who were chased by monsters, or found rare treasures, or were seriously injured looked up at the most conspicuous and mysterious ancient volcano in the secret realm at the moment when the strange phenomenon happened.

On the dome, a pair of hands lifted the sky, looked at all living beings, stared at the figure on the volcano for a second, and then closed his eyes feeling bored, another person who challenged the way of heaven...

Looking at the magma rolling in the pit, Song Qishu gathered the spiritual energy in his eyes according to the records of the mountain and river map, and saw that there was a small space inside the magma, and the space was wrapped with Qianxin, also known as the fire grass. The grass, its leaves stretched and green, seemed to be sleeping.He tried to stretch out his hand to reach it, but was bounced back heavily by the earth energy accumulated at the bottom of the pit for many years. The immortal weapon would end up the same way, but he had no choice but to take out the map of mountains and rivers in his arms, and then see if there was a solution.

According to records, this volcano is the remnant of a fairy who passed by the upper realm in ancient times. It was originally a green grass, like a fairy mountain, but by chance, it merged with this secret place of Qiyun Mountain. This magnificent volcano, this thousand-heart grass is its soul, if someone else picks it, the volcano will cease to exist, but to pick it up, one must jump off the lava and enter the interior, otherwise There is no way.

"Whether this jump is life or death, who knows, Shanhe Tu, you say I will jump or not."

Shanhe stayed in his master's arms obediently, without any movement.Song Qishu didn't ask any more questions, and tied his long hair that blocked his sight into a ponytail, revealing his full forehead. Even after so many years, he still missed the short hair in his hometown, which was convenient and sassy.Stretching his ankles and neck, he leaped down from the edge and plunged into the lava with the flames. The lava burned everything fiercely. If it was an ordinary thing, it would have been burned to fly ash, but Song Qishu was killed by Shanhe Tu Protection, coupled with the blessing of spiritual energy, he can still support in the lava for a while, and move his body step by step with difficulty. He stretches out his hand to pick the radiant thousand-heart grass, but every time he is about to succeed, he is caught by the space. Pushing away until he retreated to the farthest place, he tried no less than ten times, but still failed, so he simply stopped trying and cast a spell to communicate with the owner of the space.

As soon as the mind touched the space, an empty voice sounded: "Thousands of hearts need to ask their hearts. I despise people who rely on external forces the most. You can remove the map of mountains and rivers."

"Who is this senior? The junior, Song Qishu, accidentally found out about the existence of this fairy grass, and wanted to borrow it, but the lava was too powerful. The map of mountains and rivers is my talisman. Wouldn't it be wrong for me to remove it and die? "

That voice no longer rang out, but the word Wenxin kept lingering in Song Qishu's mind. He wasn't sure if it was a fantasy or the consciousness left by the great immortal, but this was his last chance, he hesitated for a while, and he Still under the restlessness of Shanhetu, he withdrew his protection, and the protective shield made with his own strong spiritual power was even stronger, but he knew that every step forward would consume one point of his life source.

Blood overflowed from his ears, nose and mouth. He covered his heart, bit his lips, and continued to move forward. His trembling hands suddenly dropped when he picked the thousand-heart grass. He lowered his eyes, holding back his broken body and spirit, Manipulating his hands, he took off the Thousand Heart Grass again and put it in the skirt of his clothes.

The magma solidified in an instant and stopped flowing. Song Qishu was stuck in the magma and couldn't move. Just as he was in great pain, the magma was like a bloody mouth, spitting him out of the big hole, and he lay limp in the hole. Side, let go, and got his life back.

Losing its original power, the volcano began to tremble with howls, emitting a little white light from the bottom of the mountain, from bottom to top, and then slowly dissipated and disappeared in the smoke screen.

After the mountain disappeared out of thin air, Song Qishu fell amidst the howling wind, and the spirit sword on his body slid out, catching him firmly. After landing, he spit out a pool of blood again, covered his mouth in pain, and sighed in his heart. It's still too much.