The Immortal Spiritual Picture

At the same time, on the other side, Hua Wu and Shen Ye had been touching the edge of the ninth-level spiritual veins for three days.

In three days, they harvested a ninth-level spiritual object, and also discovered a ninth-level medicine stone in the eighth-level beast they killed. It can be said that they gained a lot.

Originally, the two of them were wandering on the edge of the ninth-level spiritual veins and did not intend to set foot on the ninth-level spiritual veins, but they changed their minds after the spiritual veins shook a few days ago.

If there is any abnormality in the spiritual veins, the Mahayana monks will definitely look for it. As long as they don't go too deep and bump into the Mahayana monks' faces, it will be fine. Even to be more safe, they also use the secret method of disguise to disguise themselves as white apes in the spirit. Walking between veins.

At the same time, Gu Changhuan kept flying forward, and his speed gradually slowed down after flying for two full days.

In the past two days, he had not stopped unless he saw some necessary spiritual objects, so he was now quite far away from the city of Fengling Barbarians.

After flying for two consecutive days, Gu Changhuan stopped on a small island above the swamp.

Gu Changhuan looked around. He could see high mountains in the distance, surrounded by small lakes. There were many small islands where people or monsters could stop.

These small islands are not large in area, only a few dozen miles at most, and are not suitable for the survival of large ferocious beasts. However, there are many small amphibious and wonderful creatures living among the aquatic plants and reeds on the edge of the islands.

Looking far away from here, you can see green mountains and green water, accompanied by birds singing, which is peaceful.

It seemed as if all the desolate, barbaric and blood-evil things he saw in the Fengling Barbarians two days ago were all illusions.

Gu Changhuan stood here, dusted his sleeves, exhaled a breath, and sighed:

"This is where people live!

I don’t know if there is something wrong with the eyes of this Fengling tribe, so they built a good city like that. "

Although it is still magnificent and shocking, it always makes people feel very uncomfortable.

However, the reason why Gu Changhuan stopped here was not just for the scenery.

Not far from Qianzhou here, there is a Tianyuan. Although it is not yet clear how deep the Tianyuan is, there are good things under the Tianyuan.

That is the Holy Water Lotus, and it is still at the eighth level.

When he was still in the Yuyang Realm, Gu Changhuan had unexpectedly obtained the Holy Mulian. Although it was only of the sixth grade, it was also a rare treasure in the world;

Now I have met the Holy Water Lotus again, which shows that I am very lucky.

And the most important thing is that there are no high-level ferocious beasts under Tianyuan, only some annoying bugs. As long as Gu Changhuan is careful, he can easily get the Holy Mulian.

While Gu Changhuan was plotting the Holy Water Lotus here, on the other side, in front of the temple of the Fengling Barbarians, Emperor Qi looked at the temple door slowly opening in front of him, silently.

In front of Emperor Qi and others, Wu Qian and other barbarian Mahayana half-knelt in the center of the door, with pious expressions. There was a fresh scar about one foot long and bone visible on their arms. Although the flesh and blood were dripping, the blood did not fall to the ground. On the ground, it is floating and attached to the huge door in front of you. M.

It is precisely because they cut their own flesh to serve the gods that this strange door will open on its own initiative.

Just when the Cave God was sighing at the hugeness of the main entrance of the temple and how small he was in front of him, he heard Emperor Qi suddenly ask Jin Xiong softly:

"Fellow Daoist Jin Xiong, my human race is located in a peaceful place and I don't know the customs of the various races in the southern continent, so I would like to ask, do the nobles have gods they believe in?"

Jin Xiong on the side was holding his hands behind his back at the moment, standing straight and looking at the door that had been opened. After hearing the words, he hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Of course there is."

When Emperor Qi heard this, he nodded.

"That's it. Many thanks to fellow Taoist Jin Xiong for clarifying my doubts."

On the other side, the Cave God did not take the conversation between Qi Emperor and Jin Xiong to heart, but looked expectantly at the temple that had opened its door.

Before I could see the specific scenery in the temple, I saw densely packed monks from the Fengling Barbarian Tribe kneeling on the ground!

The cave god was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

However, after seeing that these Fengling Barbarian monks were motionless, I felt something strange. After a closer look, I discovered that each of these Fengling Barbarian monks had lost their breath for who knows how many years.

The immortal cultivator's physical body will not decay after death, and it is nourished by the spiritual energy here. It is no wonder that the cave god admits his mistake.

In fact, not only the cave god was shocked, but also several Mahayana monks present were shocked when they saw this shocking scene.

Although some of them did come here with some information and maps to find the treasures of the Fengling Barbarians, their knowledge was quite limited, otherwise they would not have been able to get here after so many days of stumbling.

Naturally, I didn't know that there were so many corpses of barbarian monks in this temple.

The four Mahayana monks of the barbarian tribe all had a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

No wonder there is no trace of the Fengling Barbarians in the tribe's information about the war. It turns out that the monks of the Fengling Barbarians no longer know when they fell into the Temple of the Barbarian God.

But why didn’t the jade slips left by the predecessors explain this matter?

Several barbarian Mahayana people couldn't understand this matter.

But it wasn't just this one thing that they couldn't figure out. What puzzled them even more was why all the Fengling Barbarian monks died here.

Apparently, they were holding a sacrificial ceremony.

But why do people die during sacrificial rituals?

This shouldn't be the case!

While several barbarian Mahayana monks were confused, the cave god looked around and asked curiously:

"Fellow Wu Qian, do the Fengling Barbarians only have so many monks?"

The cave god didn't quite understand.

After all, there are more than hundreds of millions of human cultivators. In comparison, although there are many barbarian cultivators on the altar of this temple, they only seem to be many at the moment.

The total number cannot be compared with that of human cultivators.

Wu Qian heard this, glanced at the cave god, and said bluntly:

"Do you think that all the races in the spirit world are the same as you humans? Do you have to pick one out of a million to produce a high-level cultivator?

The strength of my barbarian cultivators is not comparable to your human race."

The cave god's eyes turned cold when he heard this, and he said with a fake smile:

"My human race naturally cannot compare with the barbarians in the past, but it is more than enough to compare with the current barbarians.

And my human cultivators can also walk around openly without hiding."

It's just a quarrel, the cave god is not afraid.

He has always been eloquent. Before, he had made Wu Qi speechless outside the secret realm, not to mention the barbarians.

On the other side, Qi Gu, who was still immersed in shock and sadness, heard that Wu Qian and Dong Shen were arguing again, and sighed in his heart. The sadness was washed away by this inappropriate quarrel.

On the other side, Emperor Qi was also shocked when he looked at the huge statue above.