Chapter 293: The Spiritual Eyes See the Spiritual Pearl Grass, Everything is ready for a preliminary exploration

As if there is substance...the yin energy like liquid rushes

Following closely behind were countless demon ghosts, just like a ghost gate opening. A hundred ghosts walked in the night for a short time, and the huge stone chamber turned into a ghost realm.

“Wow wow wow”

The sound of the baby crying shook the sky. This time, there was less rush, only boundless excitement and a feast of carnival!

“It’s so wasteful!”

This is the voice of the venomous Taoist.

"It's worth it to waste any waste. If you swallow these ghosts, the three demon babies will definitely be promoted to the middle stage of foundation building."

"This is the greatest help!"

Zhang Fan's voice was still calm. His tone was calm and he had no regrets at all.

In the dark clouds, the Netherworld White Bone Banner still stood. At first glance, there seemed to be no change, but if you just observe carefully, it would be not ugly. The original black banner was now in blue-gray, almost as transparent as it was.

This is the consequence of Zhang Fan's previous attack and the origin of the feast mentioned by the three demon babies.

The Netherworld White Bone Banner was not destroyed, but was only released all the accumulated Yin Qi and Yin Souls when Zhang Fan reversed the magic trick.

In this way, the functions of the Netherworld White Bone Banner itself are almost lost, and only the original magical power to restrain the ghost is still there.

This is exactly what Zhang Fan values.

As for the effects of the Yin-Soul Attack, he didn't take it seriously. After all, he was not a cultivator with Yin attributes, and had no research on such magic. He could not exert too much power. At most, he was just as good as the sisters of that day.

Instead, it is better to feed the demon baby and form ready-made combat power.

The sleeves were whirling, and the wind swept through. The yin energy in the sky and the demon baby who was holding the ghost demon head and chewing it in his mouth were all rolled into a ball and sealed to the edge of the wall.

Time is like a quiet room like a ghost realm, and the clarity is regained.

The three demon babies have been eating the most refreshing thing this time. Facing Zhang Fan's actions, they not only did not resist at all, but they even didn't even look at them. They just bury their heads and eat hard. Their bodies, like babies, were swelling with their naked eyes.

After Zhang Fan did these things, he no longer paid attention to them. He had more important things to deal with. The Netherworld White Bone Banner and the Demonic Infant were just the first act.

The Nine-Turn Qiankun Cauldron is ancient and simple. Standing quietly in the middle of the quiet room, it seems like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and death, coldly watching the birth and death of one's life and death.

Under the cauldron, an obscure and mysterious wild aura lingered invisible and materialistic. However, it is impossible to ignore it. After a little divine sense, a thunderous feeling would arise, as if I had returned to the world of today's great struggle for a glimmer of hope. It was the oldest magnificent.

This supreme treasure of the alchemy is the only ancient treasure in Zhang Fan's hand. Although he still lacks the heart of the tripod, it is also a truly priceless treasure. Even if the old monster of the Nascent Soul sees it, he will snatch it desperately.

This is something that can be seen as long as you see the bitter Taoist who is constantly flying around Zhang Fan and chatting endlessly.

Next to the Nine-Turn Qiankun Cauldron, a spiritual medicine bag and a box of jasper bamboo leaves are quietly placed.

The spiritual medicine bag contained in the bag was that day when Zhang Fan went to the sea of ​​clouds and found the spiritual herbs bought by Zhilan Tiannian Wanqing. They were all essential things for refining the spiritual elixir.

The jasper bamboo leaves in the brocade box are the essential medicines for refining pills this time. In June, it happens to be the elixir in March. In March, it is obvious that with the help of the medicines, what kind of spiritual elixir can be achieved under the Nine-Turn Pill Art!

This June is equivalent to a kind of precipitation. It is the summary and refinement of past alchemy techniques before learning the way of mineral elixirs, and before the water-condensing elixir method.

"rise!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan slapped out his palm and suddenly shouted loudly.

In an instant, the earth fire gushed out; the treasure cauldron was opened and the orchid was poured into it.

June time is long and short. When immersed in something, time passes without realizing it, and I only know that the pillar of divine fire rises and falls, and there are already 180 reincarnations.

The earth's center world has endless. The groundwater source that does not know the beginning and end is evaporated, and the infinite water vapor is swelling and converging with the primordial magnetic energy in the sky, so that the eternal primordial magnetic rainy season has emerged.

As the saying goes, the continuous drizzle has an end. The hazy vagueness that lasted for June finally gradually became a sign of a stop.

In recent days, the drizzle that was originally gentle like willow catkins blowing on the face has been intermittent, often falling one drop, and waiting for a few more time.

The people at the barren mountain had no time to pay attention to this commonplace Yuanling Rain. All their minds and attention were attracted by the abnormalities of this small barren mountain.

A few months ago, no one could tell clearly when it was exactly, only knowing that on an ordinary day, a gentle and distant fragrance of medicine suddenly spread throughout the entire Xiaohuang Mountain.

In the first few months, the fragrance of the medicine was uncertain. Sometimes it was fine and unheard, like the fragrance of green grass; sometimes it suddenly burst out, like a hundred flowers blooming. It made everyone feel itchy and unhurried when they were destined to smell it.

In the last three months, it suddenly changed. The fragrance of the day passed, from vague to ignorant, as if it could never be ignored, and it continued to develop in a more pure and richer direction.

The fragrance of medicine is also strange. No matter how rich it becomes in the end, it is spreading only within the barren mountain range, as if it is limited by an invisible force, and has not been leaked at all. Often, one step is taken out and you cannot smell it. When you step back, the fragrance of medicine is thrilling.

If it were just like this, at most, the villagers would praise the master's supernatural powers. After all, no matter how new the matter is, you will leave occasionally. How can you get the best of food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea? Is it better to have a warm bed for your wife and children?

But the fragrance of the medicine was extremely unusual. Occasionally, a patient heard it and felt refreshed on the spot. He was completely relieved. He didn't know who spread rumors. He said that this was the master who cared about the villagers and that hearing it too much can prolong his life!

Who would miss such a good thing? It soon became a scene in this small desert mountain. Several village chiefs who thought they had some identity, such as Si Xin, were even more in the best position every day, and were intoxicated. They often stayed there as soon as they were stunned.

Unlike these immortal cultivators who are either mortals or inequality, they are like the Red Fire, which is Zhang Fan's agent in a nearby village. After the appearance of the medicine fragrance, they are first confused, then suddenly realize, and finally feel more full of loss.

He still stood firmly like a stone, but the feeling of loss was so clear that even the villagers who were immersed in the fragrance of medicine could tell, but they didn't dare to touch the bad news.

When Zhang Fan occupied the 180th day of the small desert mountain, a roar exploded and echoed in the entire small desert mountain, and also broke the luxury and hobbies that the villagers had just developed.

Since that day, the rich aroma of medicine has gradually faded.
Chapter completed!