The seedlings in the Taoist platform go straight towards the depths of the valley, conveying a strong sense of longing.
Lingchu looked not far away.
There are still green vines everywhere, and they don't look any different at all.
The only difference may be that the vines there are a little denser than in other places.
Lingchu approached the place cautiously, his consciousness shrouded the surroundings, and he did not dare to let down his guard at all.
For some reason, the closer he got to this place, the stronger the sense of crisis in Lingchu's heart became, and a faint chill ran through his body.
It was as if, in the dark, something was quietly spying on him.
Gritting his teeth secretly, Lingchu still walked forward resolutely, approaching step by step the place where the vines were particularly dense.
The sense of crisis has always enveloped Lingchu, but until Lingchu approached that place, nothing happened. Lingchu did not relax her vigilance because of this. On the contrary, she became even more vigilant.
Qingkong no longer lay on Lingchu's shoulders, and instead opened up a pair of relatively weak snow-white wings. The palm-sized wings fluttered, firmly suspending Qingkong in the air. A pair of heterochromatic pupils looked at her quietly. Touch this ground.
The dark golden pupils were like a flowing whirlpool, and a mysterious and mighty aura emerged from it. In an instant, the world in Qingkong's eyes had undergone tremendous changes.
Everything in front of me exudes a different atmosphere and appearance.
In the eyes of the clear sky, the master exudes a soft and peaceful aura, and the rich vitality surrounds the master from the inside out. The whole person is like a warm breeze in spring, making people feel extremely comfortable.
There is nothing strange about the vines all over the place. Except for the thin veins in the vines, little bits of golden light flow, exuding a wild and long-lasting aura.
Following these veins, Qingkong looked at the place in front of his master where the vines were particularly dense.
The golden aura there is the strongest. Although it is covered by layers of vines and covered by thick earth, in the eyes of the clear sky, there is still a strong aura, as bright as the stars in the sky.
"Master! There is something there. Judging from the smell, I miss my master's vegetable garden!"
Qingkong sent a message to Lingchu. Although his voice was childish, it was serious.
Hearing this, Lingchu's eyes lit up slightly. Sure enough, the treasures here were related to the energy of chaos.
"You and Liuli, pay attention, I always feel a little uneasy." Lingchu said softly, and Qingkong roared softly to show his understanding.
The glazed green lotus fire jumped and circled around Lingchu.
Liuli Qinglianhuo can still understand these simple instructions.
With a flash of inspiration, snow-white and transparent meteorite silk gloves instantly appeared on Lingchu's hand. A magic weapon dagger appeared in his hand. Lingchu held the dagger and neatly cut the vines covering the entire ground. A cold light flashed, and the vines here appeared. All were harvested.
Exposing the flat ground underneath.
Fingers wearing meteorite silk gloves touched the flat ground, and Lingchu's face showed a trace of solemnity. There was actually no damage on this ground, which meant that these vines did not grow from the ground at all.
In other words, these vines are just small heads, just a cover-up here, and the real thing is not revealed at all.
The magic weapon dagger bloomed with a faint spiritual light. Lingchu squatted on the ground, holding the dagger in one hand and digging into the ground continuously. There was a thunder pill between the five fingers of one hand, just in case of emergency.
If there is anything wrong, five thunder pills will be thrown over immediately. Even the Golden Pill cultivator will have to shed a layer of skin.
This was back in the day, because when dealing with those monsters, Lingchu felt that it was best to have a method that could guarantee huge damage. Therefore, after returning to the sect, he spent a lot of spirit stones to buy these thunder pills. .
Thunder pills are made by weapon refiners using special techniques to condense thunder into this small iron pill. Once thrown out and detonated, even the Golden Pill cultivators will suffer disaster.
Throwing this thunder pill away, the feeling is not very pleasant.
"Ding!"
The sound of metal hitting each other came, and Lingchu was slightly shuddered. He looked at a large pit dug by the magic weapon dagger. The ground here was just an ordinary ground. For the magic weapon that cut iron like mud, it was like cutting. Tofu is generally easy.
A hole was easily dug.
At the same time, something wrapped in a metal ball was revealed.
This is a hollow metal ball, with strange runes carved on it. The moment the magic weapon dagger is pierced, a spiritual light blooms on the metal ball, and layers of dazzling patterns emerge, making the metal The colorful light clusters in the sphere were completely covered.
He carefully touched the metal ball with his dagger. Every time he touched it, the metal ball would appear with formation patterns, and then disappear again. It looked magical.
There doesn't seem to be any danger.
Lingchu touched the metal ball with his dagger again and again, carefully looking at the formation patterns on it. It was very complicated. It consisted of at least tens of thousands of formations. With Lingchu's attainments in formations, if he wanted to solve it, it would be difficult to solve it. is very difficult.
If it were Master Su Ziwei, he should be able to solve it.
Lingchu thought of his uncle who was obsessed with formations and was also his guide in the formation. Among the Sanqing Dao Sect, the one Lingchu knew was Master Su Ziwei, who was the best at it. Perhaps, there was also Master Su's master?
However, Lingchu didn't know him.
Although Lingchu couldn't solve this formation, he could recognize what it was.
The Nine-turn Zhoutian Spirit-nurturing Formation.
With this formation, the things that are nourished will be counted as a cycle every ninety-nine years. This cycle repeats nine times, and is constantly repeated and superimposed, once to achieve the purpose of completely transforming and growing the spiritual things.
In other words, someone chose this place as a place for things to be sealed and stored in this metal ball.
Lingchu frowned and suddenly took off his gloves. His thin white fingers touched the ground here. The seedlings in the Taoist platform moved slightly. A faint aura of chaos followed Lingchu's fingertips that touched the ground. It is continuously absorbed by the seedlings.
In the dark night, Lingchu's whole body was gradually filled with a hazy light.
As Lingchu continued to extract the chaotic energy contained in the ground, the green vines here began to gradually become dry and yellow, as if they were dehydrated and dried.
And the figures buried deep in the ground began to twist frequently and uneasily, instead of only moving once for a few breaths.
Lingchu didn't have time to pay attention to these.
Because, at this time, the seedling in Lingchu's dantian finally changed again after more than ten years.
