The three spirit boats took off into the air, climbed to a height of six to seven hundred feet, spun in the air, and flew straight to the northwest.
"This trip will take at least seven or eight days to go back and forth. It is inconvenient to eat on the way. Each person takes one Bigu Pill."
After the spirit boat stabilized, Elder Wu asked a fellow practitioner to give each of the disciples a Bigu Pill.
"This tastes...a bit bitter!"
Zhu Cong got the Bigu Pill, swallowed it in one gulp without thinking, and then grinned.
"How can such a small pill make you hungry?"
Tong Mu held the elixir with a surprised look on his face.
Li Sancai put the Bigu Pill to his mouth, gently bit off a small piece, and then carefully put it into his lock bag.
Zhao Lin glanced at them and thought that the three of them had different backgrounds and reacted differently.
As usual, I smelled the elixir, opened my mouth and swallowed it. After a while, I felt a warm feeling melting in my abdomen.
Bigu Dan is extracted from the essence of rice, ginseng whiskers, and cold green salt. Take one pill and you don't have to eat for ten and a half days.
However, it can only meet basic daily consumption. If you want to replenish a large amount of essence energy, you have to rely on spiritual rice.
The spirit boat travels through the clouds, with endless mountains and lands below.
The Chenghua Sect covers a vast area, but most of it is in the deserted mountains and swamps. The monks and mortals only live in "enclaves" with spiritual veins.
A place without spiritual veins, no matter how good the environment is, is not suitable for living.
Because it is impossible to deploy a mountain-protecting formation, it cannot resist any external risks.
Although a large amount of spirit stones can be used to maintain the mountain-protecting formation, the consumption of spirit stones will be a bottomless pit, and no sect can afford it.
After flying for an hour, turbulence of evil energy began to appear in the air, and the ship's hull violently bumped up and down, shaking.
The disciples were chatting and laughing just now, but they didn't care to talk at this time. They nervously grabbed the side of the boat, for fear of accidentally flying out and hitting the outer circle and making a fool of themselves.
Zhao Lin's Qi-Watching Technique has reached a certain level. He looked into the clouds and mist, and could vaguely see streaks of pale golden evil energy, like swords and halberds, striking the flying boat like whips.
"There is such a strong turbulent flow of evil energy in the Yunxiao layer. I don't know what it will be like in the higher evil energy layer and Gangqi layer."
When he came from the mortal world, he took a fully enclosed warship, and he didn't know the art of looking at the air at that time, so he didn't know the specific situation of the Gangqi layer.
Juyan Prefecture is to the north of Nanhe Prefecture. The two prefectures are separated by Xiniu Prefecture, thousands of miles away, and it takes two days to travel by flying boat.
"Are you all tired? It's not safe to fly at night. Ahead is Uehara County in Xiniu Prefecture. We will rest here tonight."
The sun was setting in the west, the spirit boat entered a mountain range, and Elder Wu spoke.
"This is the city of Uehara County, called Uehara Senbo."
The spirit boat slowly descended, and what appeared in front of everyone was a broad and tall mountain. Surrounding the area in the middle of the mountain, there were row upon row of buildings.
The entire area covers an area of a thousand acres, and many monks wearing various robes come and go, making it a lively scene.
Most of the disciples saw the legendary Fangshi for the first time, and they all stood up and looked at Fangshi.
There is a large shipyard outside Fang City, where dozens of large and small spirit boats are parked, and three spirit boats from Hanchi County are also parked.
"Fangshi is protected by a magic circle. You cannot use magic at will. Remember!"
As everyone stepped off the spirit boat, Zhou Hongfang gave careful instructions.
There were four guarding monks in front of the market. Zhou Hongfang stepped forward and showed his jade token.
"It turns out to be Zhou Zhangyuan of Hanchi County, Nanhe Prefecture. Please come in!"
The leading guard monk said this, and tapped the direction of Fangshi with a wishful magic weapon in his hand, and the restrictions in Fangshi suddenly spread to both sides.
"Oh, why can't I control my spiritual power?"
"Me too! How could this happen?"
As soon as they entered Fangshi, everyone felt an invisible pressure, and several disciples exclaimed.
Zhao Lin also felt that the innate aperture seemed to be blocked by something. As soon as the spiritual power circulated for a moment, pressure came from all directions, making the spiritual power unable to move.
"Don't yell. Didn't I tell you? There is a protective magic circle in Fang City, so you can't cast spells."
Elder Nie shouted with a stern face.
Zhao Lin suddenly realized that he had thought about a question.
The Zifu and Jindan monks are busy with their cultivation and have a high status. It is impossible for them to squat in the market every day to look after people's homes.
But if there are no high-level monks in charge, wouldn't it be possible for just one high-level monk to take over the entire city?
Now it seems that there is such a thing as a magic circle, and worries are unnecessary.
The magic circle cannot change the laws of heaven and earth, but it can strengthen or weaken certain laws to form a small world.
Three Mountain Sword Formation, Golden Wind Divine Hammer, Yunxiao Thunder Technique...
The magic circle relies on spiritual veins and is extremely powerful. No matter how strong an individual monk is, it is difficult to fight against an entire magic circle.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin also had a deeper understanding of the world of cultivating immortals.
"The magic circle is the most complex of all Taoist arts, but once mastered, it can be said that you have mastered the core thing in the Taoist practice."
"It's a pity that the magic circle art doesn't seem to make much money, and the threshold is extremely high and requires a lot of time. Otherwise, it would be a good choice."
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There is a huge notice board prominently placed at the entrance to Fangshi.
The notice board is made up of hundreds of bamboo slips, and some commissioned news is written on the bamboo slips.
The disciples walked over to watch curiously.
"Look, we are recruiting Taoist companions!"
A disciple who had been a disciple for three years suddenly pointed to a notice in the middle and shouted excitedly.
Then read: "Fish live in the water and grass, birds choose good trees to roost in, the little girl is addicted to spiritual practice and has never been married."
"When I reached the realm of Purple Mansion, I suddenly looked back and saw that I was still standing alone, with my shadow hanging around me."
Seeing this, everyone took a breath.
The disciple paused for a moment and continued to read: "I want to find a like-minded person, regardless of age or cultivation level. I am willing to hold my hand and grow old together with you, supporting each other on the road to immortality."
"Oh my God, a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm! I just don't know what I look like?"
A disciple with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked a little anxious, rubbed his hands and said with shining eyes.
"Why, is Senior Brother Wang tempted?"
A disciple next to him joked.
"Who is not tempted? If a cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm succeeds, he will not be able to practice in the future!"
"Refining qi to match the Zifu, I am called senior outside, and madam at home, haha."
"A female cultivator from the Purple Mansion Realm is at least over a hundred years old and has never been married. What will she look like?"
"Hehe, be careful of being recruited to make a furnace and turn into a piece of medicine dregs."
The disciples expressed their opinions one after another. (End of chapter)
