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Heaven, Material and Earth Treasures Can Be Swallowed (Catching Bugs)

After Elder Chen abandoned the ground and fled, Yan Xing did not go after him.

No matter how much he has the intention to kill him, he is now wounded, and if he really fights, he will injure a thousand enemies and injure himself eight hundred.

Yan Xing buried the quenching spirit soil back by the pool.

The waterfall on the high place is like pouring down from the sky, which is very spectacular. With the sound of splashing water, Yan Xing gradually calms down.

He knew something was wrong.

The quenching spirit soil is pure dark black without any impurities, which is very different from the land around the pool.

Moreover, the spirit soil is not as violent as the spirit fire.

The nature of the earth spirit power is gentle and thick, low-key and simple, and it is difficult for ordinary people to notice it unless it is carefully searched inch by inch.

What's more, when he and his younger brother buried the spirit-quenching soil around the pool, they buried it under normal soil for the sake of aesthetic consistency.

In the corner of Taiyin Mountain, how did that demon cultivator find it?

How did he know that there was spirit quenching soil around this pool of water?

A certain guess arose in Yan Xing's heart.

He raised his broken sword and let go of his consciousness.

After searching around the entire Taiyin Mountain, after confirming that they did not see any other suspicious persons, they continued towards the direction of the South China Sea.

Because he missed his younger brother in his heart, Yan Xing was distracted all the way.

I don't know how long Yukong has been walking, suddenly there is a vision in front of him, and the colorful clouds cover the small piece of sky.

This is a sign of heaven, material and earth treasures coming to the world.

Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked down.

Before he knew it, he had already left Taiyin Mountain, crossed the fog and clouds, and came to the other side of the mountain range.

There is plenty of fire energy here, and few trees.

A huge pile of strange rocks surrounded a small magma pool.

Above the lava, a small mountain floated in the middle.

The scorched red land around Yanchi is bare, but on this hill, there is a green seedling like emerald standing.

Yan Xing recognized at a glance that this was a special spiritual fruit, the Yanrong fruit, which is unique to places with strong fire spiritual power.

It takes a hundred years to have a lifetime, which is extremely precious.

The vision on the top of the head presumably was caused by the flaming melting fruit when it was about to ripen.Unfortunately, he was not the first to discover this Yanrong fruit.

Behind the scorched black and red strange rock, there were two people squatting on the left and the right.

Yan Xing does not intend to compete with them.

However, by coincidence, just as he was about to take a detour, Xiayun completely enveloped the entire Yanchi, and the Yanrong fruit was about to ripen!

The two figures below jumped out quickly.

Halfway through the walk, the two tacitly avoided Yanchi, and made moves to show their determination to win.

"You are a demon cultivator!" Accompanied by the exclamation of one of them, a bloody spiritual force flew past Yan Xing's face.

Why are there demon cultivators everywhere today? !

Yan Xing tilted his head and took a closer look, wow, it's another high-level demon cultivator, and immediately jumped off the broken sword without hesitation.

Before it hit the ground, he grabbed the Broken Sword in his palm, pointed it at the demon cultivator, and slashed it down in the air!

The sword energy has traces, and its momentum is like a broken bamboo.

The majestic sword energy came straight, attracting the attention of both sides fighting in the sky.

Sensing the danger, Moxiu hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

The strange rock under his feet was blasted into pieces.

Seeing this, the orthodox monk was overjoyed: "Fellow Daoist, help me!"

"Bah, it's just another coveted Yanrong fruit..." Moxiu said, steadying his figure, and at the same time saw Yan Xing's face clearly.

"Who am I?" He smiled immediately: "So it's the famous Xunxianzong disciple, Yan Wumao!"

Moxiu turned to face the orthodox monk, and said mockingly, "Are you sure you want him to help you?"

The latter frowned and struck again: "Stop talking nonsense! What is Yan Wumao? It's such an ugly cry. In front of us and the righteous way, demon cultivators are the common enemy!"

"The wild goose has plucked its feathers, leaving nothing behind. If it's not called Yan Wumao, what is it called?" Seeing that the provocation was unsuccessful, the demon cultivator still didn't give up his hey.

But he can only use his tongue quickly.

Being flanked by Yan Xing and the righteous monk, Moxiu was destined to be in a weak position, and when Yan Xing repelled him with a sword, he took advantage of the situation and fled.

Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a few curses: "Hmph, Yan, don't forget what happened to our Demon Sect, just wait and see!"

After the demon cultivator left, the orthodox monk in red put away his magic weapon and nodded slightly at Yan Xing: "Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Yan Xing grinned, "You're welcome."

He reminded: "The Yanrong fruit is ripe, go and pick it off quickly. Once this vision comes out, I'm afraid it will attract many people."

The monk in red gave him a surprised look.

He had actually heard of Yan Xing. After all, most of the high-ranking monks in the cultivation world are guarding one side of the sect and family.

But Yan Xing, as a master in the late stage of practicing Xu, searched for various cultivation resources all day long.

In recent decades, legends of Jianxiu surnamed Yan robbing everywhere have been circulating in the cultivation world.

The monk in red took off the flaming melting fruit.

There is only one... He turned around with anxiety, and was about to ask Yan Xing if he wanted it.

But he saw the opponent sitting cross-legged on the sword, leaving only a back in the low air.

The monk in red breathed a sigh of relief, if there was a fight, he would not be able to defeat Yan Xing.Also, the rumors are unbelievable...

I just don't know what the magic cultivator said just now.

What happened to Yan Xing in the Demon Sect?

Or does Mozong have something to do with him?

The monk in red shook his head, it had nothing to do with him, there were already several breaths approaching not far away.

He hurriedly put away the Yanrong fruit, turned and left.

Yan Xing sat on the broken sword, thinking about one thing.

Meeting two demon cultivators in one day is not too much, but if both are high-level demon cultivators and both recognize his face——

In other words, met his brother.

This is a little strange.

Back then, the Mozun snatched Yan Chen away, but it didn't cause much trouble.Except for the people who witnessed it with their own eyes, and the high-level officials of the Mozong, not many people knew about it.

After thinking about it, Yan Xing felt that it was his younger brother asking for help.

After all, no outsiders would break into Taiyin Mountain before.

Meeting Moxiu once was a coincidence, meeting two in a row... He knew Yan Chen had this ability.

The more Yan Xing thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

He knew exactly what those people from Mozong had asked Yan Chen to do all these years.

There are many spiritual treasures in Taiyin Mountain, all left by the ancestors.

But in the past eighty years, Yan Chen would not have introduced Moxiu to Taiyin Mountain at all.

No, I won't go to the South China Sea yet.

Yan Xing turned around in mid-air, Po Jian seemed to sense his anxiety, and flew extremely fast.

In less than half a day, Yan Xing arrived at Xunxianzong.

Xunxianzong is one of the top sects in the cultivation world, occupying an entire mountain peak.

In front of the mountain gate, there is a tall and steep ladder with no end, just like the road to immortality.

The Xunxianzong does not allow outsiders to enter, and only those who wear the Zongmen Token will be allowed to pass by the enchantment.

Yan Xing took out the token, Yu Jian bypassed the main peak.

Nine small mountain peaks are hidden behind the main peak, Yan Xing came to one of the peaks and asked to see the master.

The master's name is Ji Mingyou.

It was he who won Yan Xing's deal with Mo Zong—Yan Xing provided resources, and Mo Zong reduced the number of times Yan Chen made calculations.

Yan Xing has always respected him very much.

Ji Mingyou was in front of a high cliff in the back mountain, and when he learned of his arrival, he quickly ordered Xiantong to invite him over.

The edge of the cliff is surrounded by clouds and mist.

Ji Mingyou was dressed in white and stood with his hands behind his back. When he saw Yan Xing, he was slightly surprised: "You have advanced again?"

Yan Xing laughed loudly: "Yes, I had a fight with a dragon lizard that was about to transform into a dragon two days ago, and I got some insights."

He is born with sword bones, and the more he fights, the stronger he is.

Ji Mingyou smiled when he heard the words, and said gently: "That's right, in this way, you will be able to save your brother in a short time."

Yan Xing's smile narrowed: "Master, this disciple came here this time, and I just wanted to talk to you about this."

Out of intuition, Yan Xing didn't mention Taiyin Mountain, but said: "Master, you know that my brother and I are twins."

"I've been panicking for the past few days. I always feel that the situation with my brother is not good."

Yan Xing got straight to the point and said: "I have gathered all the resources for this year, I beg Master to hand me over to the Demon Realm early, and then I will ask about my brother's situation..."

Ji Mingyou was easy to speak, and agreed immediately.

"You've worked hard." Ji Mingyou sighed after taking the ownerless storage ring that Yan Xing handed over to him.

Yan Xing shook his head: "Then trouble Master."

The two talked for a while, and Yan Xing had to rush to the secret place of the South China Sea, so he took his leave first.

Watching Yu Jian leave, Ji Mingyou smiled.

The dragon lizard's demon pill is also in the storage ring.

He took it out as if no one was there, held it in his hand and admired it for a while, then returned to the cave.

Born with sword bones... really enviable.

A cold light flashed in Ji Mingyou's eyes, he raised his hand to crush the demon pill, and began to refine and absorb its power.

Mozong.

Elder Lu was still facing the small handful of tempering spirit soil, and had a headache, and someone came to him to refine medicine.

The elder's surname is Jiang: "I have prepared all the magic weapons for defense, just wait for a broken rank pill, Elder Lu, you must help me."

Elder Lu: "..."

In the past few days, the elders of the Demon Sect seem to be in a carnival, frantically looking for the person in the Immortal Demon Palace to calculate.

Some people have obtained weapons with suitable attributes, some have found suitable caves, and some are on their way to find new contracted spirit beasts...

Only he, after much deliberation, couldn't find what he needed most right now.

To be honest, Elder Lu was a little anxious.

And this one in front of him was also one of the elders who had visited Yan Chen.

Elder Jiang, as an old antique of the Demon Sect, has been stuck in the early stage of Transformation God for many years.

Not to mention the lifespan that is decreasing day by day.

The state has not been improved for a long time, and the status is naturally the same. The pockets are full of the most basic spiritual treasures, and there are few valuables.

After the foundation is established, there must be a thunder disaster when the realm is improved.

Elder Jiang was afraid of death and wanted to break through.

So he gathered enough spiritual treasures, and through Yan Chen, he first got a better defensive magic weapon to save his life.

Later, he found Elder Lu and asked for the Pill of Breaking the Rank.

However, in the stage of transforming gods, how easy is it to break through with the pill?At the very least, you have to have a broken rank pill of the lowest rank in the sky rank.

Elder Lu is the tallest, and he has only refined the top-grade elixir.

However, Elder Jiang was stubborn and eccentric, so Elder Lu couldn't refuse him directly, so he had to say a few perfunctory words: "Okay, once I gather enough medicinal ingredients, I will definitely practice it for you immediately."

Elder Jiang left satisfied: "Then you must hurry up. After I make a breakthrough, the strength of our Demon Sect will greatly increase, and Your Majesty will be happy."

Elder Lu: "..."

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen people who put gold on their faces like this.

Not to mention that the Demon Sect lacks this middle stage of transformation into a god.

He himself is still in the early stage of transforming gods. If he can refine the heavenly elixir, will he have the surname Jiang in his turn?

In fact, to refine the Breakthrough Pill, the medicinal materials in the Demon Sect are completely sufficient.

But Elder Lu couldn't make it out!

To refine a heavenly elixir, the right time, place and people are indispensable.Do you think it's all like what they want, and you can just find someone surnamed Yan to calculate it?

Elder Lu sighed.

He put the bit of spirit-quenching soil into the storage ring, and since there was nothing suitable for holding the soil, he found an alchemy furnace at random.

Elder Lu came to his pharmacy.

He took out the strange fire, put it into the huge alchemy furnace in the pharmacy, and took out a few elixir...

Facing the strange fire under the alchemy furnace, Elder Lu's eyes flashed.

The right time, the right place, and the right people... He has a different fire, and he can't improve his cultivation in a short time, and no one dares to break into the pharmacy...

Elder Lu suddenly woke up.

What he lacks is a cauldron of heaven-rank pill furnace!

With this bit of spiritual quenching soil, there are not many spiritual plants anyway, so it's better to just do it, Elder Lu immediately got up and went to the Immortal Demon Palace.

In the past few days, the Immortal Demon Palace can be described as extremely lively.

It was no surprise that Yan Chen welcomed Elder Lu again, he still looked calm, and asked him calmly what he was doing here.

Elder Lu couldn't wait to stuff the earth to him: "I want a heavenly alchemy furnace, you quickly calculate it for me!"

Yan Chen glanced at the quenching spirit soil in the alchemy furnace.

He lowered his eyes and said: "Elder Lu doesn't think that this bit of spiritual soil can be compared with the heavenly pill furnace?"

Over the past few days, although Elder Lu has never come to look for him, he has figured out the rules of his calculations:

The spirit treasures he finds are often 1-2 grades higher than the spirit treasures he eats.

The higher the grade of what they want, the higher the price they have to pay.

What if there are not so many high-level spirit treasures?

The quality is not enough, the quantity is to make up.

Without further ado, Elder Lu began to dig out the storage bag.

The accumulated pills, low-level spiritual fruits, and unused magic weapons...all piled up in front of Yan Chen:

"Look, is this enough?"

Elder Lu didn't stop until Yan Chen nodded.

As usual, Yan Chen slowly opened the meal, and stored all the transformed spiritual power in the refined space.

Although Elder Lu was in a hurry, it was not easy to rush him, so he just watched him eat.

At the end of the meal, there was only one pill furnace soil and one bee berry left.

The alchemy furnace used to hold the spirit-quenching soil is very pocket-sized, probably only slightly larger than a soup bowl used in the mortal world.

This is the small alchemy furnace that Elder Lu replaced in his early years.

Yan Chen crushed the bee berry, mixed it into the soil, took out a spoon from somewhere, and mixed it.

Part of the black finely crushed soil condenses into small pieces along with the juice of bee berries.

Yan Chen took a mouthful with a spoon.

Mozun returned from going to the South China Sea, just returned to the Immortal Demon Palace, when he walked in, he saw such a scene.

The entire room was empty, as if it had been ransacked.

The spirit stone ornaments and decorations all around disappeared, and even the spirit stones used for the spirit gathering array were dug out.

What is left is only the most basic furniture——

No, even the bed, which was so big, nearly two feet thick, nine feet long, and six feet wide, disappeared without a trace.

And Yan Chen, a prisoner of the Demon Sect.

He was holding a pocket alchemy stove, sitting opposite Elder Lu, digging out something in it spoonful by spoonful, and putting it into his mouth.

This thing looks like dirt.

Mozun frowned.

Mozun had never seen Tempering Spirit Soil, but at this moment, seeing Elder Lu and Tu at the same time, he still had some bad premonition.

"What are you eating?" He asked coldly.

The white-haired monk didn't notice his displeasure at all, just glanced at him lightly, expressionless, but seemed to say: Can't you see?

"I'm eating dirt."

Mozun laughed angrily, and glanced coldly at Elder Lu who was sweating coldly beside him: "Don't tell me, this is Spirit Quenching Soil?"

"Uh..." Yan Chen had no idea how the Mozun punished Elder Lu, Elder Chen and others.

Because, he was sent back to the dungeon again.

The Mozun didn't expect that Yan Chen would almost kill the Mozong if he didn't pay attention!It's only been a few days?

He was only absent from the sect for a few days, and the group of elders under his command danced wildly like demons.

Even the Zongmen Yueli dared to hide it privately!

It is very cost-effective to exchange the second one for a better one, but we also need to see how many high-level magicians and how many low-level magicians there are in their sect!

Mozun was furious.

A group of elders came to their senses and accused Yan Chen one after another: "On the surface, this son is obedient and cooperating with calculations, but in fact he has been tempting us with high-level spirit treasures."

Summary: All this is Yan Chen's fault!

Mozun doesn't listen to such nonsense, he himself has a lot of low-level spiritual treasures, why didn't he ask Yan Chen to calculate it as if he didn't see him before?

After all, these trash are too selfish.

If you don't take the sect seriously, you can't help but be tempted.

The Demon Lord was ruthless, and ordered the elders to quickly make up for the resources that should have been given to low-level disciples.

After dealing with the mess, he came to the dungeon.

This time they went out of the Demon Realm with Guardian Zuo, and they went to the South China Sea, but they didn't find the rumored inheritance secret.

In the cell, Yan Chen sat quietly with his eyes downcast, quietly listening to Mozun's description of the situation in the South China Sea.

Mozun felt that he was quite sensible.

——This is also the reason why he didn't think that the elders in the sect who went hunting for treasure had anything to do with Yan Chen.

After all, since more than 80 years ago, Yan Chen has been indifferent to life and death, nine days have collapsed in front of him but his color has not changed, and he has accepted his fate as a tool man.

The vision of the secret realm was short-lived, but Mozun did not give up exploring.

Guardian Zuo was appointed by him to temporarily stay in the South China Sea to continue searching for the entrance to the secret realm, where many orthodox monks also gathered.

He came back by himself to cheat on Yan Chen.

After listening to his general description, Yan Chen closed his eyes.

In the past few days, he has not left any more spiritual power in his body, and the original gray eyelashes have completely faded the last trace of color.

A new moonlight bead had been installed in the cell. Under the shining light, the whole body of the white-haired monk was like a transparent water spirit, as fragile as it could be crushed with just a light touch.

After a while, Yan Chen opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "I don't have enough spiritual power, so I can't see anything."

He paused, perhaps knowing that the Demon Lord would not give him another chance to devour the Lingbao.

He added casually: "If you can get to the spot, if the secret place is really near the South China Sea, you will save effort and the calculation will be more accurate."

Mozun stared at him for a while.

Yan Chen let him look at him.

What he said was the truth, without a guilty conscience.

In the end, Mozun didn't say yes or no, but asked Elder Chen to change to another person to guard him, and left the dungeon.

——The former Fengxin had already been angered by Elder Chen, and the master-student relationship was terminated.

The one who came back was a female demon cultivator.

Yan Chen was sitting in the cell, looking out of the corridor, the female demon Xiu in only a thin shirt introduced herself: "My name is Suoai."

She smiled and played with her slender fingers: "Do all you righteous monks look as handsome as you?"

"Ah, that's not right." Suo Ai suddenly realized, "All the righteous monks are imprisoned here, but there are really not many who can have a face like yours."

"Today I can be regarded as a feast for the eyes--"

Suo Ai seems to practice the art of charm, and when he speaks, his tone is hazy and lingering, as if drunk, with a seductive evil spirit.

"It must be hard to be locked in the dungeon all the time, right? Why don't you become a Taoist partner with me and practice the magic way together."

"At that time, you will be free again."

"How is it? Little monk." Suo Ai said, and began to scratch his head.

Yan Chen only felt hot eyes and closed his eyes.

Suoi pretended that he couldn't resist, and tried to maintain his sobriety, and was about to exert his strength again.

But I heard him say: "Yes."

Suo Ai was taken aback, is it true or not?

Yan Chen continued: "It's just that you may not know that the exercises I cultivate are special. If you become a Taoist couple with me, you will have to bear the punishment of heaven with me."

"You are a demon cultivator, and you will be punished more severely."

"However, if you see my early white hair, you will know that my lifespan is over, but you still want to be a Taoist partner with me, so you shouldn't care about it."

"I don't know how old you are? How many hundred years are left in your lifespan? If you really want to share your lifespan with me, I..."

Suai turned pale with shock: "You think beautifully!"

"There is a Buddha cultivator at the entrance of the dungeon, he is much more handsome than you, sister, I will go play with him, you just stay here!"

Yan Chen only heard footsteps running towards the entrance of the dungeon, and sighed in disappointment.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the cellmate opposite him looking at him with a complicated expression—probably because he was too serious when he said what he said just now.

The other party seemed to take it seriously.

Yan Chen: "..."

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, and nothing happened.Song Wenzhen lowered his head and tapped the spirit-binding locks on his hands and feet with his chin.

The female demon cultivator was at the entrance of the dungeon, and he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only make eye contact with the white-haired monk.

Can't he eat the binding lock?

Song Wenxuan's eyes widened, and he urged: "Hurry up and eat!"By the way, help me eat this thing too, let's fight out together!

Yan Chen shook his head lightly at him.

In order to maintain the appearance, the aura he had accumulated in the past few days has been stored in the refining space, but up to now, the aura is only enough for him to rush to the middle stage of Nascent Soul in one breath.

It's not enough.

What's more, let's not talk about whether we can beat or not.

The binding spirit lock is of special nature.

Although it is also a magic weapon, it has the effect of restraining spiritual energy. If you eat it... you will have a stomachache.

Yan Chen didn't intend to embarrass himself, he just frightened the demon soldier before.

Besides, he has better options.

The Mozun asked him to calculate it just now, but he didn't give him anything, how can this work?

Yan Chen still wants to go to the South China Sea with him.

But when the Demon Lord thinks about it, when will he wait?What if there is someone around him who is sober and persuades him?

Yan Chen looked at the pillar of mahogany behind him.

"Mist spirit vine", a spiritual plant that has a contractual relationship with the demon king.

This thing is inconspicuous, ordinary people will only think that it is an ordinary pillar.

But Yan Chen had seen how powerful it was at the Buddha Cultivator's place before, and even used the Tianji Technique to take a look at it.

——In fact, you don’t need to close your eyes at all to use the secret technique.

Yan Chen closes her eyes every time, mainly because she is unhappy and doesn't want to see the ugly faces of everyone in the devil world.

Under Song Wenxuan's slightly disappointed eyes, he stood up and came to the mahogany.

This is just one of the vines of the Wulingvine, but it is as thick as three people surrounded by it.

Yan Chen pulled out the previous dagger from the waist covered by the outer robe, raised his hand and chopped it down.

Song Wenxuan: "..." What are you doing? ?

Song Wenxuan was dumbfounded.

The Mozun was talking to someone, and suddenly his face changed drastically.When others saw this, their bodies trembled: "My lord..."

Before he could ask, Mozun had already "saw" Yan Chen's actions through the fog spirit vine.

He was chopping a third husk off the mahogany and putting it in his mouth, like chewing sugar cane...

It's really lawless!

Mozun took a deep breath: "You are waiting for me here." As he spoke, his figure flashed and disappeared into the hall.

But in an instant, he appeared in the dungeon.

Yan Chen turned around, and saw the Demon Lord with a serious face: "Is it possible that the Lord has been too tolerant to you recently, making you feel that the Demon Realm is not worthy of its name?"

"Or, are you really tired of living?"

Mozun obviously got really angry.

He stared at Yan Chen with a sinister expression, and spiritual power mixed with red light slowly gathered by his side.

A dangerous atmosphere enveloped the entire cell.

Song Wenxuan frowned and stared at this side, and couldn't help worrying: the white-haired monk opposite, this fragile little body, won't be directly bombarded to death by the demon king, right? ?

The author says:

It's not necessary to choke the neck, let's do a little repair;

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