The Tianqi Mountain Range spans the east and west of the Shenji Dynasty, growing hundreds of thousands of miles, and the Vientiane Pagoda only occupies a section of it.
The south of the mountain range is Nantaifu, and the north of the mountain range is Gujiang Province.
The Vientiane Pagoda is located just south of the mountain range, on the edge of Nam Tai Province.
The Ling Pagoda sits between the mountains, standing on the ground, the white clouds shuttle, and the birds flying, which is not only a holy place for treasure hunters, but also a blessed land for immortals.
The surrounding area of five hundred miles is the area of the Spirit Pagoda, and many treasure hunters who practice in the Spirit Pagoda have opened up the cave between these mountains and deep valleys.
Because the number of treasure hunters is too small, the total number of students and venerable teachers in the Spirit Pagoda is less than five hundred, and most of them have already gone out, and the number of treasure hunters who are still in the Spirit Pagoda is even less.
Feng Feiyun and Murong Tuo walked for a whole hour, but they didn't meet a single living person, and they were a little too cold, not at all like other divine towers and holy places, and their disciples were like clouds.
"Eh, Brother Feng, I sensed that the purple bamboo in front of me was a spiritual treasure."
Murong Tuo pointed towards the depths of the bamboo forest.
This is a very special bamboo, as thick as a bucket, each bamboo is several meters high, and the whole body is purple, if you look closely, you will see that the bamboo tube flows with a metallic luster.
I don't know how many years this purple bamboo has grown, exuding an ancient aura, and the aura around the purple bamboo is so rich that it seems to liquefy, just taking a breath, I feel comfortable all over, and the blood cells seem to be trembling.
If you can open a cave under this purple bamboo and cultivate here every day, it can simply double the speed of cultivation.
The purple aura shone, and every bamboo leaf was as crystal clear as purple jade.
Feng Feiyun naturally saw the extraordinaryness of this purple bamboo, but he didn't rush over.
Murong Tuo was extremely excited, but before he could reach the ten zhang away from Zizhu, there was a loud roar from Zizhu's upper hand, and a spiritual weapon power descended, pressing him unable to take a step forward.
"Huh" A five-meter-long spiritual weapon-level big knife suddenly plunged into front of Murong Tuo's heel, the big knife was as wide as a door panel, weighing thousands of catties, and there was a thick layer of cold ice on the back of the knife, steaming wisps of cold air.
This cold qi can freeze people's blood, and Murong Tuo didn't dare to move, his teeth kept trembling, and he bit it with a gurgling sound.
"Two juniors, retreat quickly, don't disturb my cultivation."
The top of the purple bamboo was full of purple gods, and the bamboo leaves were gently blown by the wind, blowing down the purple gods.
I could only hear the old man's voice from above Zizhu, but I couldn't see where this senior was.
Feng Feiyun bowed respectfully, and then pulled Murong Tuo away quickly.
Between these mountains, there are many old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, these people are not familiar with the world, they live in seclusion and enlightenment, although they are not famous in the world, but their cultivation is extremely terrifying.
The Vientiane Pagoda can be called the world's number one academic holy land, and these old monsters who have never stepped into the immortal cultivation realm account for a lot of weight.
Vientiane Pagoda has a hundred sacred towers, each tower owner is a generation of mystic law, some of the old tower owners who have abdicated have not died of old age, they live in seclusion between these deep mountains and rivers, saying that they may not be able to meet one when they will be able to meet one.
"There is a two-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum there, this is a real elixir, it can be the main introduction to the four pins of pills, if you take it, I am afraid it will be able to improve the cultivation of a Jiazi."
Murong Tuo shook his finger at a cliff in the distance, where there hung a Ganoderma lucidum the size of a dustpan, like the ears of the earth, emitting a faint cyan light.
Even across a valley, you can smell the medicinal fragrance coming from the huge Lingzhi.
Feng Feiyun raised his eyes and saw the Ganoderma lucidum hanging in the air, it was too big, it was not necessarily more than two thousand years old, this was definitely a real elixir, and its value could not be measured by money.
If he can pick this pearl of Lingzhi, it will be able to help him break through the realm of the middle stage of the Shenji, and it may even reach the peak of the Shenji directly.
This time, even Feng Feiyun couldn't keep calm and rushed towards the cliff, but when the two of them rushed to the bottom of the cliff, a huge palm print flew out of the cliff, knocking the two of them away.
"Junior, retreat quickly, the thousand-year-old Lingzhi already has a master."
An old voice came from the hard stone wall.
It's another old immortal retreat.
These old guys' cultivation is very terrifying, it is not at all that Feng Feiyun can compete with now, seeing that the thousand-year-old Lingzhi is in front of him, but he can only retreat.
"Damn, sooner or later, all the treasures here will be served in one pot."
Feng Feiyun cursed secretly and left in a huff.
Although there are several blessed places with abundant spiritual energy around the Spirit Pagoda, they have all been occupied by people, Feng Feiyun and Murong Tuo came to a big lake, on both sides of the big lake, bamboo shadows are swaying.
The cyan bamboo forest, reflected in the water, makes the lake even more green, like a piece of flawless jasper.
The surface of the lake is sparkling, the mist is steaming, shuttling between the water lotuses, just like the beauty of the holy lake of Nayao Pond.
Although the aura here is not very strong, but facing the lake, backed by green mountains, the scenery is picturesque, Feng Feiyun and Murong Tuo plan to open a cave here as a place for cultivation in the future.
Feng Feiyun opened up two caves on the mountain wall by the lake, and simply arranged two formations outside the caves, while Murong Tuo picked up firewood, shot more than a dozen in the bamboo forest, and roasted the finch meat by the lake.
When Feng Feiyun opened up the cave mansion, Murong Tuo's bird meat had already been roasted, and the aroma of meat escaped, which made people can't help but drool.
The sun sets, and night falls.
"I didn't expect you to be able to barbecue."
Feng Feiyun also sat in the lake, looking at the full moon in the lake, and his thoughts were complicated.
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Murong Tuo handed a roasted to Feng Feiyun, who took it and held it in his hand, but he didn't have any appetite at all.
"I'm still thinking about tomorrow's battle," Murong Tuo said.
Feng Feiyun nodded, this battle is not trivial, unlike any previous fight, if you can't win, you can escape, but this time it is in the martial arts battle tower, he and Ji Feng will definitely fall down, there is no other possibility.
"You can't be sure of winning," Murong Tuo said.
Feng Feiyun smiled slightly, "If you can break through the middle stage of the Divine Foundation tonight, you may be able to fight." ” "What if it is defeated," Murong Tuo said.
"That's death."
Feng Feiyun smiled calmly.
Murong Tuo was silent for a long time, and suddenly, he threw the finch meat in his hand into the fire, and then stood up, his body was weak, his face was sallow, and his eyes were serious and said to Feng Feiyun: "Wait for me for half an hour." ” After saying this, he turned and walked into the night, and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.
Feng Feiyun looked at his disappearing back, and felt that there was a hint of familiarity in his eyes just now, but more of it was unfamiliar, which was a rather strange feeling.
What is he going to do Feng Feiyun was still sitting by the lake, feeling that something was wrong with this friend he only met today, but he couldn't say anything wrong.
In less than half an hour, Murong Tuo returned, but on his thin shoulders there was already a Lingzhi the size of a dustpan, and the fragrance of Lingzhi was more intense than that of, exuding a faint aura.
This is a two-thousand-year-old elixir that can improve the cultivation of a Jiazi, and it is the one hanging on the cliff.
Feng Feiyun suddenly stood up and said, "You" "With the help of this thousand-year-old Lingzhi, will you be able to break through the middle stage of the Divine Foundation tonight" Murong Tuo's face was pale, and his already weak body was even more shaky, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.
He was like a serious illness, with no blood all over his body, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Feng Feiyun was stunned on the spot, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "How did you get this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from that senior?"
The elixir of two thousand years can simply bring the dead back to life, and the white bones and muscles are extremely tempting, even for the monks of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, it is extremely tempting, and no one can give such an elixir to others.
"In exchange for four catties of blood" After saying this, Murong Tuo directly raised his head and fell to the ground.
Feng Feiyun couldn't say a word Murong Tuo is a natural spirit person, and his spiritual sense is many times higher than that of ordinary people, and only natural spirit people can become a great treasure hunter.
Those powerful treasure hunters of the older generation must rely on the blood of innate spirits if they want to break through the realm of the Great Treasure Hunter.
He exchanged half of the blood on his body for this pearl of 2,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, which made Feng Feiyun's heart extremely sour, and he couldn't calm down for a long time
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