Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Three long years pass in the blink of an eye. In the eyes of practitioners, time passes at a different speed.

Fang Qingyuan felt that the past three years had passed very quickly, and the three-year period of mourning had just passed, so Baishan was a little restless.

There was news of discord and imminent war among several Nascent Soul forces. Compared with the last battle between Dan League and Lingmu League, this time four or five Nascent Soul forces were involved.

As for the reason, it is nothing more than damage to interests. Anyway, the Baishan people always start wars for money, not morality.

Of these things that have nothing to do with Fang Qingyuan, the only thing that can have anything to do with him is the opening of Moyun Valley by the Baishan Royal Beast Sect.

In the past three years, the Baishan Beast Control Sect has never given up on cleaning up Moyun Hui's territory. Today, it kills a foundation-building monster beast, and tomorrow it clears out a small area of ​​land. In the past three years, it has been mending and repairing, but it has destroyed all the large and small areas in Moyun Valley. The monsters were taken care of.

After these three years of fighting, Lechuan felt that the old lion would never appear again, at least not easily.

The last time it appeared, it was probably because of the aftermath of the battle between several Nascent Souls that attracted the old lion. As for why the old lion suddenly disappeared in the end, Lechuan also inquired about some information in the past three years, but He would rather not know this news.

Without him, the fighting power of this old lion is really too amazing. No wonder the ancestor Yue'e never came to take charge of the overall situation, no matter how hard he was forced.

On this day, Fang Qingyuan was playing with a bunch of parts in the Immortal Mansion. After picking and choosing with his soul, he quickly built a spirit field puppet, stuffed it with spirit stones, and entered the spell. Then he saw this spirit field puppet. Tian Puppet stood up unsteadily, finally swayed a few steps, staggered and fell down.

Seeing how useless this spiritual field puppet was, Fang Qingyuan sighed, took it back, and continued to study.

This spiritual field puppet was made by Fang Qingyuan himself. Compared with the authentic spiritual field puppet working in the fields far away, the new one made by Fang Qingyuan seemed much clumsy.

Mother Bee was eating comfortably on the side and watching Fang Qingyuan busy. Beside her, Nan Li was also very busy serving tea and water for him from time to time.

Further away, Yinbao stretched its huge body in mid-air, raising waves of smoke and water vapor, and finally condensed into rain, falling into the spiritual field below, bringing moisture to the crops that were growing happily.

Beside Yinbao, several of his wives and concubines were also brought in by Fang Qingyuan. Now the Immortal Mansion is vast, enough for Yinbao and his family to live, so Fang Qingyuan does not want to keep Yinbao in the sect. Simply take them all to the Immortal Mansion and make rain.

Yinbao prefers the Immortal Mansion to the small animal pen in the sect. After three years of recuperation, coupled with Yu Ran's generous contribution back then, the aura of the Immortal Mansion is now better than before.

It is now at the level of the second-order high-grade, and is about to reach the level of the third-order spiritual land.

Of course, not every spiritual land in the Immortal Mansion is nearly three levels rich in spiritual energy. Nowadays, in a vast area of ​​fifty miles, the spiritual energy finally settles and rises naturally like the outside world.

When Fang Qingyuan did not form pills before, most of the black soil in the Immortal Mansion had a similar concentration of spiritual energy. Now that the area is larger, according to the characteristics of spiritual energy, it always attaches to places that can better retain spiritual energy, so this leads to Within the Immortal Mansion, the spiritual energy is no longer so even.

This is a natural phenomenon, and Fang Qingyuan thinks it is okay. Even if some places have thin spiritual energy, they are still much richer than the outside world. At least planting spiritual rice will not be a problem.

In the Immortal Mansion, the Purple Bamboo Forest has undoubtedly become the place with the richest spiritual power. After a hundred years of growth, the Purple Bamboo Forest today has grown from ten first-level low-grade purple bamboos to nearly a thousand acres of dense bamboo forest now. High-grade spiritual materials such as Yuyin Bamboo, Purple Thunder Bamboo, and Sword Sound Bamboo were also mutated inside.

Fang Qingyuan didn't have to worry about these changes. He had Mother Bee taking care of them, so he didn't have to worry about the development of Zizhu Forest.

Mother Bee ate her tea and felt more comfortable when she thought that Jin Bao was still eating dirt in the wilderness.

In the past three years, Jinbao has been guarding the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect in the wilderness. In the battles of several years, because of his presence, no one from the Qingyuan Sect died. Among the entire pioneering team, the Qingyuan Sect became safe. synonym.

Later, it developed to the point that even in the middle of a battle, as long as other teams saw the Qingyuan Sect team approaching, they would feel safe this time.

This feeling is wonderful, and Jinbao's reputation plays a big role in it. As a ferocious companion beast that can resist the attack of the Jindan monster and can fight with it in hand-to-hand combat, Jinbao's name is also well known.

The rest of the source of security comes from Jiang Wanqin.

In the past few years, Jiang Wanqin's actions of rescuing people everywhere have made the Qingyuan Sect famous. Many outside monks know that there is a fairy in the Qingyuan Sect who has a kind heart and a very powerful treatment method.

Some monks even deliberately injured themselves in order to see Jiang Waqin. They just wanted to get close to Jiang Waqin and enjoy her treatment.

Of course, if Jiang Tianfang finds this kind of person, he will call many disciples to swarm him and beat him even more miserably.

After three years of war, Jin Bao and Jiang Wanqin each gained a lot of fans. When Fang Qingyuan learned about this, he laughed it off.

Not mentioning how Jin Bao and Jiang Waqin ate dirt in the wilderness, Fang Qingyuan turned his attention to the Lingtian puppet in front of him. Fang Qingyuan also felt a headache for such a simple puppet structure.

Puppetry, as one of the hundreds of spiritual arts, has always been easy to learn but difficult to master.

No, it should be difficult to learn and master. If Fang Qingyuan had not entered the realm of golden elixir, both his soul and his mind were hundreds of times stronger than during his Qi training period. Otherwise, in just three years, his puppetry technique would probably still be incomparable. There is no entry.

Now Fang Qingyuan can make Lingtian puppets by himself, but the cost is the scrapped remains of thousands of puppets, and the results are as seen just now. It is a bit difficult to walk, so don't expect them to work.

"After three years of research, I still can't make any progress. It feels like I've entered the door, but there is still one foot left outside. This feeling of having six and a half of the seven orifices open is really crazy."

Finally, Fang Qingyuan put down the ingredients in his hands, came to Mother Bee, sat on the purple bamboo chair, picked up the tea on the side, and started to taste it.

This tea is not real tea, but the smoke collected after the burning of high-grade fragrance. It has the magical effect of nourishing the soul and calming the mood, and is most suitable for Fang Qingyuan's current state.

After swallowing the smoke in one gulp, he felt his soul was nourished. Fang Qingyuan slumped comfortably on the purple bamboo chair and stopped thinking about the puppet for the time being.

The bee mother next to her turned her eyes slightly when she saw Fang Qingyuan like this, and then said through telepathy:

"Master, don't be discouraged. Puppetry is a small skill, and it is difficult to pass on. It is not suitable for many monks today. This is not your problem, but the puppetry skill is out of date."

The bee mother can still comfort people. I have not read these books in vain. Look at her words, they are really thoughtful.

Although Fang Qingyuan would not be confused by Mother Bee's words, he still felt happy after hearing it. His original intention was to make the puppet himself, so that if there was a problem with the spiritual field puppet in the future, there would be no need to take it out for outsiders to repair.