Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

A battle came suddenly and ended quickly. Fang Qingyuan only used the five-element wheel-rotating supernatural power, but the four-level change was not enough. These Qi-refining casual practitioners couldn't bear it.

When the three-foot-tall eye-catching tiger phantom appeared, the remaining four qi-training monks were about to collapse on the spot. They each resorted to pressing the bottom of the box to escape from this endless hell. However, how could Fang Qingyuan let them leave? go.

The tiger spirit is made of metal and is extremely sharp. When Fang Qingyuan used the three-inch tiger spirit, the eye-catching tiger he transformed into instantly killed a monk who was in the middle stage of Qi training with just one pounce.

The remaining few people are just a matter of attacking a few more times. These casual cultivators hang out in the Black Sand City. They have no powerful magical weapons or powerful techniques. They can only rely on the number of people to rob the lone cultivators. Once they encounter them, It makes sense that a disciple of a big sect like Fang Qingyuan is full of martial arts and supernatural powers.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the four monks on the field all drank in anger. Only one monk who was in the late stage of Qi refining was still surrounded by thousands of scorpion-tailed wasps. But soon, he was also knocked down under the influence of toxins. On the ground.

In a short period of time, two late stages of Qi training and three mid-stages of Qi training died in the hands of Fang Qingyuan. Fang Qingyuan looked indifferent to this, and he quickly put these corpses into the Immortal Mansion, and then brought Jin Bao to perform the technique of escaping from the ground. went elsewhere.

After Fang Qingyuan left, the original poison ivy gradually turned into ashes under the burning flames, and began to slowly destroy all traces of the scene.

After a few monks heard the commotion, they did not come immediately to check the situation. Instead, they waited until there was silence and then came over to see if there was anything they could gain.

But when they saw the poison ivy and flames left in the sky, they took a breath of the heat and walked away without looking back.

This time Fang Qingyuan walked around the ground a few more times, and only after he escaped possible traces did Fang Qingyuan bring Jin Bao back to the inn.

In the room, Jinbao found a place and started to prepare for sleep. In the battle just now, it did not do much, and the monks had very little desire to fight back. The occasional counterattack was easily blocked by Jinbao.

Now Jinbao's main task is to protect Fang Qingyuan during battle. With it, Fang Qingyuan can use magic and magical powers with confidence.

The changes just now are just some simple techniques in "The True Explanation of the Five Spirits Transforming Evil Spirits into Forms". The high-level techniques on the ground level do not only have this power. It's just that Fang Qingyuan's mana cultivation level is not enough, so he can't use more. High changes are coming.

Fang Qingyuan let Jin Bao huddle together and fell asleep. After checking the formation, he found no trace of anyone moving, so he came to the bed, sat cross-legged on it, and began to close his eyes to escape from the soul and go to the Immortal Mansion. went.

When he arrived at the Immortal Mansion, he saw the corpses of five Qi Refining monks lined up in a row. Fang Qingyuan took off the clothes of these people and began to dig a hole in the black soil beside them.

In charge of both killing and burying, is there any more responsible monk than himself?

While Fang Qingyuan was casting the spell, he was praising his moral standards in his heart. In comparison, the unlucky ghosts who died at the hands of these monks would probably end up worse than these calamity cultivators.

After all these monks were buried in the black soil, Fang Qingyuan began to sort out the harvest. According to Fang Qingyuan's current soul strength, it only took him half a quarter of an hour to remove all the restrictions placed on these robbery storage bags. opened.

It's just that after opening it, Fang Qingyuan was a little disappointed, what, the wealth in the five storage bags added up does not have spirit stones, no wonder the poor want to come out to rob.

Looking at the magic tools used by several monks, Fang Qingyuan didn't find one that was higher than the first level. It really embarrassed his counterparts in southern Xinjiang to mix it up like this.

The cultivators in Black Sand City are much poorer than those in southern Xinjiang. According to what Fang Qingyuan saw, the cultivators here use magic weapons, which are generally not of high rank. A medium-grade magic weapon, even if it is slightly better, is treated like a treasure, and it is not easy to show it to others.

While Fang Qingyuan was pulling at these monks' relics, he was complaining about the pitiful harvest in his heart. But as Fang Qingyuan flipped through them, a special artifact caught his attention.

This is a magic weapon that looks like a black knife. The grade is not high, it is only a low-grade first-grade weapon, but it contains a lot of magic energy. It is a magic weapon.

Looking at this magic weapon, Fang Qingyuan felt as if he had seen something similar before. After thinking about it for a few breaths, he finally recalled in his soul that he had had two similar things before.

So Fang Qingyuan came to the side of the Immortal Mansion and started to dig through a pile of items. These items were all Fang Qingyuan's past harvests. There were many strange and weird things. Fang Qingyuan couldn't tell their true value for a while, so he didn't rush to take action. Instead, collect them and save them for later.

After going through more than a dozen boxes, Fang Qingyuan found what he wanted. He opened it and saw two identical black short blades lying quietly inside.

Fang Qingyuan compared the two black short blades with the newly obtained black knife and found that the shapes of the two were very similar. However, in terms of quality and workmanship, the black knife was not as fine as the black short blade.

These two black short blades were trophies that Fang Qingyuan got when he went to the Cliff City for business seven or eight years ago. For this reason, he also killed two masked monks in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Later, Fang Qingyuan put away the black short blade. After such a long time, if he hadn't seen a similar magic weapon again now, Fang Qingyuan would not have noticed it.

Just seeing that the two are so similar, is there some internal connection between them?

Fang Qingyuan picked up the two and compared them carefully. He found that the black knife was like an imitation of the black short blade, and there were writings engraved on the black short blade.

One was "Youniao" and the other was "Insect", which corresponded to the two original masks. Speaking of masks, Fang Qingyuan rummaged around for a while and found the masks in these two corners.

Two black short blades and two masks were all that were left over from those two Qi-training monks.

At that time, Fang Qingyuan was afraid that his accomplices were chasing him, so he rushed back to southern Xinjiang without stopping. Now, after all these years, he has returned here again. Could it be that his opportunity to build a foundation fell here?

No matter what happens now, Fang Qingyuan will subconsciously think about his opportunity to build a foundation, but he never thought that this time, Fang Qingyuan was really blinded.

It was only because the thought of the opportunity for foundation establishment emerged in Fang Qingyuan's mind that the spirit of foundation establishment that he hadn't sensed for a long time flooded his mind like a tide, and finally corresponded to the two black short blades in his hands.

Fang Qingyuan burst into laughter. This opportunity to build a foundation was indeed mysterious. He had almost forgotten the existence of such a thing in the past years, but it should be here today.

But now that he knew the direction, Fang Qingyuan felt much more at ease, but what puzzled him was what was the meaning of this foundation-building opportunity pointing at these two black short blades? Do you want to let yourself eat this black short blade?

These thoughts flashed through Fang Qingyuan's mind. He took the black short blade and studied it over and over, but in the end he didn't find any difference.

At this time, he suddenly thought that these black short blades should be a set. Looking at the two beast characters on the short blades, according to the law of twelve yuan beasts, there were ten left, and he had not obtained them yet.

If the twelve pieces are put together, then my opportunity to build the foundation will be clearer.

The more Fang Qingyuan thought about it, the more he realized that it was the truth, but where to search for the remaining ten pieces.