In this place where yin and yang meet, demons and Buddhist practitioners, there may be less powerful practitioners, but monks!
If it were not strong enough, it would have been buried by this void long ago.
This is a hunting ground for Buddhists and demons. The first time they see poachers, they attack them in groups.
Therefore, Zhang Qing doesn't want to provoke Qingfengzi for the time being.
Back to the topic of concern, “Do you know what’s down here?”
Qingfengzi nodded and said: "The root of the horned dragon is divided into yin and yang, and the yang attribute goes straight to the sky. It is rumored that the root of the horned dragon entwining Buzhou Mountain could once reach the ninth heaven of the fairy world where the fairy court is."
"Yin belongs to downwards and takes root deep in the turbid air. The roots of the dragon from Buzhou Mountain can reach straight to the earth of Yin."
"It's so true."
Zhang Qing thought about this shocking news, and then asked: "You mean, the yin and yang of the hornet dragon root must be integrated to be considered a complete hornet dragon root?"
"yes."
"The yang part can act on Qingqi practitioners, while the yin part is a feast for the ghosts of the yin department."
"By combining yin and yang, the hornet dragon root can break through to the second stage of rare treasures. At that time, it is most suitable for demons and monks who practice ordinary magic, and can make life and death in the immortal platform."
Qingfengzi looked at the horned dragon root under the mirror. He was also very special and could see the reality under the mirror.
"It won't be long before the Yin part will fall into the Yins along with the turbid air. I'm afraid that by this time, many Tianmen ghosts are already waiting on the land of the Yins, waiting for the horned dragon roots to appear in front of them."
"So, if you want to harvest the roots of the horned dragon, you can only use the Yinsi's turbid energy?"
Zhang Qing said that he had noticed from the moment the puppet Qingfengzi appeared that the spirit gold used by the opponent all had the aura of the underworld, and his strong body had too many fatal flaws, which led to Zhang Qing taking it down easily.
"I don't have enough strength now, I'm afraid I won't be able to pick it off."
Waving his hand, Zhang Qing asked the puppet to go away, while he stayed here alone.
Immortal method inheritance and Buddhist methods are all on the side of pure Qi, and I am afraid they will have no effect on the horny dragon root.
The power of the Yin Division ghosts, among his many 'clones', is not strong enough, and most of the Yin Division ghosts are intangible and insubstantial, and cannot be controlled by the three pure beings. Only a small number of them have the so-called 'original body' that has a chance.
I haven't encountered many ghosts at the bottom of the sea in the past few years, and none of them are powerful.
"It seems that we can only use ordinary methods."
A layer of violent Tianmen realm aura enveloped Zhang Qing's body, and then turned into a huge palm, grabbing under the mirror,
An aura of chaos filled the air, and the rich five-element mana caused ripples in the eclipse sky above and the cold mirror below.
Mana is like the monk's third hand, third eye, and second skin... As the giant palm of mana fell on the dark hornet root, Zhang Qing also felt a touch of 'touch'.
It was not cold, but there was such a touch of warmth. When it touched the roots of the dragon, Zhang Qing was amazed by the squirming blood and the strong heartbeat.
The hornet dragon root is not just a rare treasure, but a living creature. When the end comes, it gradually changes from a life to a rare treasure.
"I've got you." The power of Mu Long Pian surged, and unimaginable power exploded in his body. Even the mana palm under the ice instantly shattered the large piece of ice that had frozen him.
"rise!!!"
The unparalleled power uprooted the thousand-foot-high hornet dragon's roots, and the tentacle-like branches were dancing wildly. It was very unsuitable for the world on the other side of the mirror.
"As a rare treasure that is the pinnacle of the first stage, it won't be burned so easily, right?"
Zhang Qing's body ignited with red flames. After the battle after his return, he gradually mastered the method of turning all his fairy fire into the Nine Immortals True Fire. He was no longer the one who could only condense a wisp. .
The flames of the real fire ignited the dark dragon-root tree, like boiling water spilling on the ice and snow, causing a violent reaction.
As the branches swung wildly towards Zhang Qing, the latter gradually saw clearly that behind the traces of the movement of the branches, there was a blurry and dark shadow.
Like a phantom, following behind.
And that is the true appearance of the yin part of the hornet dragon's root.
"There's no need to worry anymore."
The red flames burned the dark tree wantonly, and as time passed, the thousands-foot-long horned dragon roots turned into ashes flying all over the sky.
These ashes can be regarded as a valuable spiritual object, but for Zhang Qing today, they seem a bit useless.
Spiritual ashes are nothing compared to the curled-up shadow on your hand, which is only the size of your thumb.
Who can believe that such a shadow the size of a seed can extend tentacles that reach the underworld?
"However, I don't seem to have any need for this..." Zhang Qing frowned. He is the inheritance of immortal magic and can refine pure pure Qi. Even if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth enters the body, it must remove the turbid Qi before it can be refined again.
The Zijin Bo put away the Qiu Long Root, and Zhang Qing's eyes condensed and fell under the mirror again.
Where the horned dragon root disappeared, a dark bead appeared.
Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment and summoned the Qingfengzi puppet. In the latter's knowledge, there was no such thing.
"Perhaps, this horny dragon root is more extraordinary and can produce seeds."
"Then I don't need it." Since this thing is not customary, Zhang Qing doesn't want to provoke it.
However, he still planned to give it a try.
The violent force tore the mirror open, and Qingfengzi's puppet sank into it.
The latter's strength was greatly reduced, and the cold breath imprisoned and frozen him almost instantly, but with Zhang Qing's help, he still touched the dark bead.
At the moment of contact, the bead burst out with extreme black light, and then everything within a hundred meters, a thousand meters, and ten thousand meters collapsed, as if there was an all-devouring black hole, destroying anything within the range. absorb.
A huge black hole appeared in front of Zhang Qing, and both the mirror and the red light and shadow disappeared, leaving him with lingering fear.
"Fortunately, I'm cautious enough." Zhang Qing looked towards the black hole, and vaguely saw thousands of shadows roaring.
The underworld...
On the other side of the black hole, there is the land of the Yin Division. The ghosts of the Yin Division who were originally waiting for the appearance of the dragon root set a trap after they realized that the root of the dragon dragon had been obtained by him, the 'heavenly man'.
The result was obviously that only one puppet was attacked, which made the ghosts very dissatisfied. They all looked at this side angrily, and at the same time they killed the surrounding ghosts in the world, turning the latter into food for themselves.
"Roar--"
A low roar came from the black hole, causing Zhang Qing's expression to change, and he left towards the distance without looking back. Even his strength became another person, worried that the traces would be grasped.
The strong man from the Yin Division was angry, and through an unknown number of layers of curtains, he also transmitted his voice to the place where Yin and Yang met, the place closest to Thirty-Three Heavens.
Zhang Qing disappeared away, and in the black hole behind him, there was a pair of scarlet eyes staring at the direction in which he disappeared, until the power of yin and yang around him came and calmed the black hole.
The depths of the infinite world, the end point of the accumulation of turbid air, and the dim sky are the eternal background here.
The Yin Division is a place where people talk about it. For countless years, the only controllers here are the ghostly beings with no apparent wisdom.
The land of Yinsi is endlessly broad and can bury the world. It contains countless opportunities. Red flowers are spread all over every river. But even so, the ghosts are extremely eager for some things outside of Yinsi.
Qiu Longgen is one of them.
With gusts of wind, a mountain range turned into powder and disappeared on the land of Yin Division. This scene was just the most insignificant scene for the entire Yin Division.
However, behind such anger, it represents something very different.
Deep in the dark and gloomy ghost mist, on a throne as tall as a mountain peak, sat a human-sized figure. The black mist spread and evaporated over his body. His face was obscured by a white bone mask, and only a pair of blood-red eyes were revealed. A violent gaze.
His cultivation level is very high and his status is unparalleled. He originally came here to get that horny dragon root to open his nine ghost gates and perform the rituals of the ghost king.
However, before the Qiu Long Root could completely reach the Yinsi, he was intercepted by an unknown monk.
"That's...something that belongs to me!!!"
Words filled with endless coldness were almost squeezed out from between the teeth, and the flames of rage were ignited in the scarlet eyes.
"Roar——" He let out a low roar, the black mist on his body trembled, and there were traces of cracks on the bones on his face.
boom!
Outside, a huge mountain ghost threw the Qingfengzi puppet that turned into a pool of liquid into the depths of the ghost mist in front of the throne. His heart was beating powerfully, and he seemed to be afraid of the illusion around him.
A huge black hand stretched out from the black mist and grabbed at the heart. Then, amid the screams, a blood-red skeletal mask floated in the air.
He took off the bone mask on his face, revealing the darkness inside that was as empty as an abyss, with two scarlet eyes floating in it.
The blood-colored bone surface was pressed against his face, and in an instant, an illusory shadow stood in front of the throne. It was Qingfengzi's withered face and fair face.
Those dull, lifeless eyes didn't look like humans.
"You have some tricks. Even I can't trace you, but I know where you are."
"I will find you, and the price you have to pay will be unimaginable pain."
"Anger will tear you into pieces and feed the ghosts of ignorance."
He waved his hand to erase the shadow, and under the blood-colored mask, he looked outside the ghost mist.
At this moment, outside the thick ghost fog, it was quiet and quiet, as if there was no trace of any living beings.
Of course, this is after ignoring the facts.
The ghosts flying all over the sky are enough to shock many immortal cultivating forces like the Zhang family.
"Go to the human world first!"
Following the order, a huge mountain ghost roared, and then the entire huge ghost body split from the top of the head to the abdomen.
What is in the crack is not the world behind the other party, but a sunny and majestic sea breeze. Everything is full of vitality that makes ghosts greedy.
"This is where they first moved? Thirty-five hundred states?"
