The Ancient Vast Realm

He could see that the current Zhanshe had not yet completed its transformation, but was forcibly awakened by him. If he delayed it any further, he might waste an opportunity to transform.

"Feng'er, your hand..."

When they first met, Xuan Ling wanted to ask something else, but when he saw Feng Xuan's right arm hanging by his side, which looked broken and a little limp, his face suddenly changed. He came to Feng Xuan nervously, wanting to check it carefully, but he didn't know how to start.

Seeing Xuan Ning's nervous look, Feng Xuan gently raised his right hand and waved it, indicating that he was fine.

However, behind Xuan Niu and the others, Feng Xuan's vest was oozing with fine beads of sweat.

The previous instant burst seemed to easily kill a powerful eight-eyed demon spider from a very long distance, but the arm did pay a price. Now the body is in a mess, and it will not be able to recover so quickly.

Feng Xuan didn't know whether the eight-eyed demon spider he killed was the one that chased him, but now he no longer cared about it.

For him, those who once looked up to him have long been left behind, so there is no need to pay more attention to it.

With the sound of a giant crane flying up, Feng Xuan first came to the body of the Qingyan giant python and put its huge body into the Ghost Mountain Ring. The body of a wild beast obviously cannot be wasted easily.

Then, amid the unwilling roars of countless wild beasts, Feng Xuan and the other two flew high in the sky on the giant crane and slowly flew towards the direction of Xuanying Mountain.

...

Time flies, and three months have passed quietly.

After three months of killing, the entire Canglan Mountains have gradually returned to normal, and most of the creatures affected by the Mi Zhen fog barrier that the Sky Devouring Day took the opportunity to descend have gradually awakened. After all, they only inhaled a small amount of diluted Mi Zhen power, which would not make them completely unable to recover.

Of course, there are naturally some ignorant and stupid beasts that are completely submerged in it and can never wake up again. These beasts either gradually awaken their killing instincts after continuous killing and become rampant, or have long been attacked by other beasts and devoured without leaving any residue.

During this period, Feng Xuan and others also learned about the entire situation of the Canglan Mountains from Li Shang's intelligence.

The human tribes are relatively good. After all, with the protection of totems and the unity of most human tribes themselves, many tribes have survived this catastrophe, but there are still about 20% of small tribes that have completely fallen into this demonic disaster.

After all, during this period, except for those human tribes that are indeed strong and have not suffered too much impact, they can still run around to help, and it is already very difficult for most other tribes to defend themselves.

Even medium-sized tribes are unlucky like the Giant Rock Tribe, which was besieged by multiple powerful wild beasts and finally destroyed.

On the whole, the human race is still good. For example, some alien races, although they are powerful, if they do not have means such as totems to protect them, they cannot resist the invasion of the true fog barrier. Most of these tribes suffered heavy casualties in the end, and even fell from the status of the Canglan clan, and the strength of the clan plummeted.

After all, for the Canglan Mountains, the magic disaster seems to be too far away from such a small place. The Day of Devouring the Sky is just regarded as a celestial phenomenon that appears once in a thousand years. Most tribes will prepare special means to deal with this matter.

In general, after this magic disaster, the entire Canglan Mountains were almost seriously injured. It was originally a weak place. Now after this incident, the overall strength has declined seriously. It is not known how long it will take to recover.

Bang!

As an ancient tree fell, a giant horned dragon beast stared unwillingly with bloodshot eyes and slowly fell into the jungle. There were several half-real and half-virtual smoke giant halberds around it that almost pierced its huge body. The blood like a fountain dyed the jungle red, and the blood gathered almost turned into a lake.

"Collect!"

With a cold voice, the virtual and real giant halberds inserted into the giant horned dragon beast turned into smoke again and returned to a small bronze tobacco pot.

With it returned, there was also a giant horned dragon head soul that was wailing silently.

"Although the grade of this ghost smoke copper pot is not too high, it is quite interesting. It is also thanks to the old ghost that it is a treasure."

Under the bronze tobacco pot, a white hand held it in his hand, and the owner of this hand was Feng Xuan.

In these three months, Feng Xuan had already hunted down all the demons whose auras he had collected. Even the most mysterious Chi among the ghosts and monsters was found and killed in a cave by him. This bronze smoke pot was the treasure that Chi relied on the most.

Feng Xuan didn't know whether it was made by Chi himself or obtained from other places. This thing was actually a soul-containing spiritual weapon. Although there were only three spiritual patterns, it was extremely rare.

Unlike ordinary swords and spiritual weapons, this kind of strange witch weapon has always been relatively rare. Only some witches can use this thing. Even if a warrior gets it, it is useless.

And there is a space in this ghost smoke copper pot, which can collect souls like a soul refining cauldron, and use it as energy to transform into various weapons to control the enemy, and even transform into some swallowed souls, just like the means of witches in the fourth realm of soul control.

But this is just a similarity. After all, the soul transformed from smoke only has its form but no meaning, not to mention the use of the magical methods that the souls themselves were good at. Feng Xuan guessed that this was just an artifact made by imitating the methods of the Soul Controlling Wu Xiu.

Although this thing is indeed a bit evil, it can undoubtedly be called a treasure, and it is also one of his biggest spoils of this trip.

"It's time to go back. The time is almost up. There are already a lot of souls collected in this ghost smoke copper pot. It must be enough for Wu Lao to use for a long time."

Feng Xuan turned his hand and put away the ghost smoke copper pot. He went out this time to collect some souls while checking whether there are still those wild beasts or even wild beasts that have lost their minds in Qishan. These guys are threats. Feng Xuan doesn't want to let these things wreak havoc on Qishan.

As for those wild beasts with sound intelligence, Feng Xuan will naturally not touch them easily for the sake of the face of the Qishan lord.

His identity at this time is different from before, so he can't act as recklessly as before, otherwise he might become a handle for the Hall of All Spirits.

This force formed by all the races of the Canggu Continent often maintains the fragile balance between the Canggu Ten Thousand Races. Feng Xuan certainly doesn't want to go against it and cause trouble for himself.