These good things that Ximen Xuanwu brought out were not worth mentioning to the former Ximen family, but to the current Ximen family, they are a timely help.
The Spirit Vein Bead can increase the spiritual veins of Qingyang Mountain by one level. By then, the concentration of spiritual energy in Qingyang Mountain will be greatly increased.
More spiritual fields and spiritual medicine gardens can be opened, which will also be of great benefit to the cultivation of family monks.
The tree of spiritual eyes cannot be moved at will, but the willful old turtle just uprooted the tree of spiritual eyes discovered in the secret realm.
It said that as long as there are spiritual seekers, they can deploy the spirit-guiding formation and install the unplugged spiritual eye tree on the new spiritual vein. In about ten years, it can be integrated with the new spiritual vein.
In this regard, Ximen Changqing can only say thank you. If the tree of spiritual eyes is really integrated into the spiritual veins of Qingyang Mountain, a cave can be opened.
If the clan members practice in it, the effect will be very good.
The beads of spiritual eyes are more suitable for building spiritual wells. If you put them into the well, you can get a spiritual well for irrigating spiritual fields, which is the best.
Of course, there are also a lot of spiritual trees and ores, and the Ximen family has the most talent for refining weapons. With these spiritual materials, the family's foundation can be greatly improved.
With Ximen Xuanwu controlling the formation, Ximen Changqing and Pan Yulian successfully left the core area of the secret realm and arrived at the outskirts of the thick fog.
"Yulian, wait for me here. I'll be back soon."
Three miles away, Ximen Xuanwu was angrily lecturing his grandson. The little turtle actually wanted to take away several female turtles, but he was severely punished by the old turtle.
"Senior Xuanwu, I have wronged you." Ximen Changqing opened the entrance to the space of the Nine Heavenly Beads.
"Changqing, if you encounter a situation that you can't deal with, release me in time, or you will be exposed."
Ximen Changqing smiled calmly: "Senior, don't worry, I will cherish my life very much."
After sending the old turtle and the little turtle into the nine-sky space, Ximen Changqing let out a big sigh. It all seemed like a dream.
Entering the secret realm to hunt for treasures, you can actually encounter the ancestral spirit beasts. In this way, the family has an important trump card, and the family's development can be appropriately expanded.
It only takes two days to get to the exit of the secret realm, not five days at all, but the journey will not be too smooth.
Whether it is monsters or monks trying to seize the treasure, they are all great threats, and they must fully estimate the possible difficulties.
You know, every time they travel to the secret realm, half of the monks will fall into the secret realm, and this time, the situation is undoubtedly more tragic.
The spies of the Immortal Zombie Sect secretly interfered, causing a large number of monks who entered the secret realm to perish.
Many sect elites died not at the hands of monsters and hostile monks, but from behind-the-back sneak attacks by fellow disciples.
Ximen Changqing and Pan Yulian walked together, being cautious along the way. Except for a few blind first-order monsters that were casually killed, they did not encounter any obstacles.
Obviously, the day is approaching when the secret realm is closed, and the monks are all gathering at the exit, and there are no monks in the middle area.
Even if you want to grab the treasure, you have to go close to the exit, so that you have a greater chance of encountering the fat sheep.
At this time, within a radius of a hundred miles near the exit of the secret realm, fierce fighting would occur from time to time, and every few hours, a monk would die.
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A lone monk has almost no chance of surviving when encountering a group of robbers, and even if three or five people travel together, they are not necessarily safe.
At the exit of the secret realm, five teams with the five sects as the core were confronting each other. Each team had about twenty people.
During this trip to the secret realm, the five factions suffered too much losses. The traitors who appeared from time to time made them feel haggard.
Not only do they have to guard against monsters and monks from other factions, but they also have to guard against their comrades around them. You can imagine how they feel.
In the Yunjian Mountain team, Xiahou Junjie, who was seriously injured, stared into the distance with an angry look on his face. He was waiting for Gu Junzhi. This guy almost killed him, and he had to talk to him.
Baishoumen lost Che Penghai, its morale seemed a bit low, and it was far away from the four factions.
Shui Hansong and Shui Ling'er in Qingyu Tower were sitting cross-legged in meditation when they were fucked by a middle-grade black turtle in the mist.
After struggling to escape, he went through four or five more fights. He was seriously injured and his breath seemed a little defeated.
Shui Ling'er raised her eyes slightly, and a sharp light pierced the opposite side of her eyes. Zhang Hongfei was so frightened that he subconsciously looked away, not daring to look at her.
Tojo Hidea of the Spiritual Medicine Valley was the calmest. He seemed not to be injured. The number of monks in the Spiritual Medicine Valley was also the largest, with twenty-nine of them. Li Mengxiang was among them.
The surface strength of Spiritual Medicine Valley is average, not as good as Yunjian Mountain and Baishoumen, and on par with Qingyu Tower, but its foundation is quite profound.
Being good at alchemy allows them to have higher financial resources. With the elixir at hand, they can replenish their spiritual power and repair injuries in time. They can even refine poisonous elixirs to kill people invisible.
Of course, Tojo Hideta was pretending to be calm. He was a spy of the Immortal Zombie Sect. He failed to complete the task this time. He didn't know how to explain to the sect.
Eighty miles away, Gu Junzhi killed a ninth-level Qi practitioner and was collecting the loot.
A few days ago, he went to the exit of the secret realm, but the moment he saw Xiahou Junjie from a distance, he turned around and ran away.
Xiahou Junjie escaped from the mouth of the three pythons, so he would definitely not let him go. Moreover, Wu Xuanzhi was right next to him, so Xiahou Junjie should also know about the Immortal Zombie Sect.
Desperate, Gu Junzhi started killing people to seize treasures. He couldn't live well, and he couldn't make others live well. The worst he could do was live in a secret place for the rest of his life.
"It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it."
Two hundred feet away, Ximen Changqing's consciousness had discovered Gu Junzhi and locked him firmly.
"Who is it? Come out."
Gu Junzhi released his consciousness, but found nothing. He was greatly surprised and could only shout to embolden himself.
"Gu Junzhi, disciple of the Immortal Zombie Sect, you have the Millennium Mysterious Ice Grass in your hands! I really want to know why your Immortal Zombie Sect needs the Mysterious Ice Grass? By the way, there is also the Soul-Forging Fruit."
Ximen Changqing and Pan Yulian appeared side by side and walked out gracefully.
"Ximen Changqing? You know so much."
Gu Junzhi's face was full of shock. He understood Ximen Changqing's strength, but he felt that he might not necessarily lose.
"Gu Junzhi, you are a talented person. If you are willing to take refuge in me, I can spare your death and help you build a foundation."
Ximen Changqing still knew too little about the mysterious Immortal Zombie Sect. If he could subdue a disciple of the Immortal Zombie Sect, he would be able to tear a hole inside the Immortal Zombie Sect, making it easier to understand this mysterious sect.
"It's a joke to take refuge in you. I want to see what kind of talents a mere foundation-building family can cultivate."
A dazzling bolt of lightning rushed towards Ximen Changqing without any warning. This was a second-level low-grade thunder spear talisman. Gu Junzhi did not dare to rely on it, and it was a killing move.
"Rumble..."
The Xuanyin Shield, a low-grade spiritual weapon, easily deflected the attack of the Thunder Spear Talisman. At the same time, another low-grade spiritual weapon, the Xuanyin Flying Sword, stabbed Gu Junzhi in return.
"Two spiritual weapons, you can actually control two spiritual weapons."
Gu Junzhi's eyes were full of shock when he used the second-level mid-grade water shield talisman.
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