Survey the sky in the west sea, beside the river of the dead.
Two casual practitioners, an old man and a young man, were waiting quietly by the bank, patiently waiting for the "garbage" flowing out of the river of the dead.
The young casual cultivator looks to be in his early twenties, but his real age is far beyond his prime.
He looked a little careless, sitting cross-legged on a wide magical sword, holding a fishing rod-like magical weapon in his hand, and what was tied to the other end of the fishing line was not a bait, but a carefully refined hook.
The old casual cultivator had a faint aura shining on his body. He was standing in mid-air without relying on any magic weapon. He had obviously opened up the spiritual sea and did not need the power of a magic weapon to fly.
What he held in his hand was a fishing net made of gold wire.
"Second uncle, what we have picked up in the past two years are all useless junk. Even the treasure hunting merchants are too lazy to recycle them."
The young casual cultivator took out a spiritual fruit from the Qiankun bag, and when he took a bite, the juice overflowed. He chewed the fruit in his mouth while complaining to the older casual cultivator.
"If this continues, I'm afraid that in another thirty or fifty years, I won't be able to gather enough resources to break through to the spiritual sea realm..."
"Some time ago, the Lishan Alchemy Sect recruited people who would try the elixirs, and the rewards were extremely generous. As long as I survive for a year, I can earn enough elixirs and spiritual stones for me to cultivate to the spiritual sea."
"I'm thinking about applying for a job in a few days!"
"It's better than sitting here and picking up some useless junk."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old casual cultivator used his magic to create a hand the size of a round table, and slapped the young casual cultivator on the back of the head.
He slapped it so hard that it almost fell off the sword, and the fruit pulp that was not swallowed in his mouth spurted out like vomiting blood, wasting the spiritual energy contained in this spiritual fruit.
After teaching his nephew a lesson, the old casual cultivator released his magic palm and snorted angrily: "Why do you think the Lishan Alchemy Sect is willing to pay such a generous reward?"
"This sect is full of lunatics and devils. Nine out of ten people who tried the medicine on them died, and the remaining one who didn't die was also crippled!"
"If it hadn't been for my eldest brother's numerous instructions before his death, asking me to take good care of you, I wouldn't have bothered to care about your life or death..."
"In the future, if you dare to have the slightest idea of testing medicine for Dan Zong, you don't have to take medicine to die. I will just beat you to death, so that your dead body will not be destroyed by those madmen."
After being slapped and scolded, the young cultivator crawled back to prepare the magic sword, lowering his head and not daring to say anything.
Seeing him like this, the old casual cultivator finally couldn't bear it, and encouraged him again: "Although we always pick up some junk stuff recently, as long as you are patient enough, you can always pick up good treasures."
"Your second uncle and I relied on picking up treasures by the Dead Man's River, and then we gradually reached the spiritual sea realm."
"If I hadn't picked up half of a strong man's corpse thirty years ago and obtained his unused spiritual elixir, I wouldn't have been able to successfully open up the spiritual sea..."
The old casual cultivator rambled on, recounting the glorious deeds of his "rag-picking" career over the past century.
"I understand, Second Uncle, you have told these things dozens of times. I'm tired of listening to you even if you don't talk about them." The young casual cultivator responded helplessly.
At this moment, the young casual cultivator suddenly saw a flash of light emerging from the "River of the Dead".
He wiped his eyes and made sure he saw it correctly, then hurriedly interrupted the old casual cultivator's chatter: "Second uncle, there is a treasure!"
The state of the old casual cultivator is higher than that of his nephew, and his five senses are naturally more acute. If he hadn't been immersed in the glory of the past, he might have discovered the anomalies in the turbulent flow of time.
After he calmed down and took a look, he immediately grinned: "My good nephew, what am I saying? As long as you wait patiently, you will always find a good treasure."
However, because the spiritual light was still far away.
The old casual cultivator was not in a hurry to take action, lest he fail to pick up the treasure and be dragged into the river of death.
After he opened up the spiritual sea, he used his strength to divide the area with other treasure-collecting monks. With him as the center, a range of fifty miles long from north to south and fifty miles wide from top to bottom was considered his territory.
No matter what kind of treasure leaks out in this area, it belongs to him.
Of course, if the treasure leaks out, even the Yuan Dan realm will be moved by it. Naturally, this "promise" will be endless, and we still have to fight for what should be fought for!
Due to the turbulence of time and space, the uncle and nephew could not figure out what treasure it was that was shrouded in spiritual light.
When Guanghua entered their "salvage" range, the old casual cultivator immediately threw out the fishing net, and his nephew also used the hook of the fishing rod.
After all, the old casual cultivator was more skilled, and the fishing net covered the spiritual light, and regardless of his sudden left and right moves, he forcibly fished him out of the Dead Man River...
However, when the aura of the disturbed baby disappeared, the smiles on the uncle and nephew's faces immediately froze.
"Second uncle, this seems... to be a soul-controlling ghost general!" the young casual cultivator said with some uncertainty.
"It is indeed a Yuhun, with the strength of the second level peak." The old casual cultivator nodded solemnly, "I didn't expect that there are still living creatures in the river of the dead. We cannot keep this Yuhun, we must report it immediately. Messenger He will report this news to the Taoist temple."
If we only salvage the remains of some monks, monsters, fragments of magic weapons, etc., naturally no one will take care of them.
But if other living creatures are fished out of the river of dead people, regardless of their strength, they must be reported to the river patrol envoy, otherwise the Xantian Taoist Temple will blame them, and no one can afford to take the blame!
And at this moment, a bright sword light followed the path of the soul-controlling path and flickered.
Even though the old casual cultivator was well-informed, he was frightened into a cold sweat by the power of the sword light. He grabbed his nephew and fled from this place like a dodge of light.
However, before he could escape five miles away, a figure appeared out of thin air where the sword light could reach.
It's Shen Mo!
He wandered in the river of dead people for more than a month, and dozens of them were killed by the second-level peak small demon soul used to explore the way.
Under the strangling of space cracks, the demon soul will be crushed and the soul body can be restored again.
However, the chaotic power of time is more troublesome.
Even Demon Soul Generals have longevity, but it is just longer than that of human monks. After being caught by the turbulence of time, they will still die of old age, and even the soul mark on the Soul Refining Flag will be annihilated!
Fortunately, we finally left this dangerous place safely.
Immediately, Shen Mo glanced at the uncle and nephew, grabbed them with five fingers, and used immortal magic to capture them.
The majestic and terrifying power of the soul swept out in a strange form, and cast the soul spell, erasing their memories of the last half hour!
Then, he checked around to make sure there were no other witnesses before turning into a golden rainbow and disappearing into the sky;
Only the uncle and nephew were left in a daze. After a long time, they came back to their senses. They were still a little surprised that they were distracted for no reason, so they returned to the bank of the Dead Man River and continued to wait for the "baby" to flow out.
