Games with fairies.

On the edge of town, an old fox and a little fox, each with their own ulterior motives, reached a consensus tacitly.

Li Muyang went to run errands for Miao Fengjun, and Miao Fengjun pointed out the direction of the ancestral land of the Xiemai clan to Li Muyang.

He also presented a magical instrument as a gift.

【Seven Treasures Colored Glaze Staff】

Looking at the magic weapon in his hand, Li Muyang opened the system interface and checked the system entries.

Densely packed text instantly popped up in the field of vision.

This magic weapon is actually a fucking immortal weapon!

Li Muyang's pupils shrank slightly.

Although it is not a divine weapon like the Jinghong Immortal Sword, it is a magic weapon refined by a true immortal, and because of its slumber ten thousand years ago, 20% of its power has been lost.

But it is still of immortal weapon quality, far stronger than top-grade magic weapon.

The densely packed system entries made Li Muyang dizzy.

The powerful functions made him amazed.

It can release blood recovery skills, control skills, group attack skills, exorcism skills, and even can relieve the resentment of resentful ghosts and dead things, and enhance its own strength.

This kind of immortal weapon, which is refined by practitioners after birth, is not as effective in increasing one's own strength as the Jinghong Immortal Sword.

But there are a lot of bells and whistles.

And this magic weapon is...

"Refined by the Glazed Golden Buddha?"

Li Muyang narrowed his eyes.

This lapis lazuli golden Buddha seems to be the unfortunate Buddha whose body was snatched away by the temple lord.

It was also because the body of the Glazed Golden Buddha was stolen that the Earth Spirit Buddha asked Li Muyang to kill the temple lord. As a result, Li Muyang obtained the Four Good Roots and started the current game.

Li Muyang was studying the new magic weapon in his hand with great interest.

This is a real magic weapon with enormous power.

With this magic weapon, it is actually not difficult to deal with nightmare ghosts.

But Li Muyang still has to go to the north first.

The ancestral land of the Xiemai clan is the important inheritance he is looking for.

He really wanted to know what the attitude of the sleeping ancestral spirits was when the evil god was rampaging in the Ancient Grudge Well, and whether he could wake up the ancestral spirits and let them stop the evil god.

The carriage continued to move northward. After traveling for about two hours and completely getting away from the headless monk, the clay jar, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke excitedly.

"What the hell is that thing? It's so scary!"

“It was obviously the first time I saw it, but it gave me a terrifying feeling that I had never experienced before.”

"I even felt like it could break the jar, pull me out and eat me alive!"

Grandpa Wu in the clay jar was extremely excited, and his tone was full of fear, and he was obviously frightened.

But this guy is always acting weird and mysterious, and Li Muyang and the driver Ding Liang are used to it.

Li Muyang said nothing and didn't even bother to talk to the driver Ding Liang.

When Grandpa Wu saw that no one paid attention to him, he suddenly felt discouraged.

"Hey! Kid from the Night Walker Clan! Grandpa is talking to you! Can't you hear me?"

Grandpa Wu yelled, "What the hell is that thing? How do you know it? I feel like it's flirting with you. Are you guys communicating in secret?"

"What do you mean by going to the northern grasslands... Where are the grasslands in the north?"

"Behind the sea of ​​blood and the mountain of corpses is a dark void without a single hair. Are you sure you want to listen to his nonsense?"

Grandpa Wu was very suspicious and noticed something unusual in the communication between Li Muyang and Miao Fengjun.

This boy from the human world has always been cautious and cunning, and he doesn't trust people easily.

This time, he easily believed a monk who came from the street, which was very abnormal.

Grandpa Wu's words also prompted Ding Liang to speak.

"Yes, sir. I have heard since I was a child that behind the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses in the north is the edge of the world, a dark void that will devour everything."

"Everyone says we should stay away from that place. If we get close, we will be swallowed by nothingness. It's very scary. Do we really want to go there to look for grasslands?"

Ding Liang asked with some uneasiness.

Apparently he had heard horror stories about the edge of the world since he was a child.

Ding Liang and Grandpa Wu’s persuasion made Li Muyang shake his head.

"No problem, let's continue north. I have a plan in mind."

Anyway, I have the magical skill of reloading the saved game. Even if I am really cheated by Temple Lord, I can reload the saved game and come back.

But there was no point in Miao Fengjun lying to him.

And there is only darkness and nothingness in the north?

Tsk... This is more like the road to the ancestral land.

When Granny Gu brought him in, there was indeed only darkness and nothingness along the way.

Holding a seven-treasure glazed staff, Li Muyang tried to use the staff to tap the pulling horse.

I saw a golden light falling on the slow horse, and the slow horse suddenly grew wings, flapped its wings and flew into the sky, carrying the entire carriage into the sky, and the speed increased several times.

This situation scared Ding Liang.

Li Muyang exclaimed in amazement: "It is indeed a magic weapon of Buddha."

This fancy feature is indeed useful.

Although this kind of enlightenment can only last for three hours each time, Li Muyang can continue to enlighten.

Whenever the enlightenment and strengthening time of the slow horse was about to end, Li Muyang would raise the staff to enlighten it again.

In this way, Li Muyang and his companions rode this flying Pegasus all the way north, at a speed nearly ten times faster.

After all, flying from the sky means going in a straight line without having to climb or go downhill, which saves a lot of detours.

It was the magical sight of the flying carriage that attracted a lot of attention.

On the sixth day after Li Muyang and his men headed north, pursuers appeared on the plain behind them.

It turned out to be the group of black-robed puppeteers from the Black Feather Pavilion.

There were thirteen puppeteers in total, riding strong exotic beasts, and they could barely keep up with the Pegasus flying in the sky.

They started shouting and wanted Li Muyang to land and be captured.

Li Muyang was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. He simply raised the seven-treasure glazed staff and glanced down.

The dazzling and beautiful seven-colored light swept down, and the group of puppeteers were instantly swept down and fell in the wilderness, their faces covered in blood. Their puppets were swept by the seven-colored Buddha light, and they fell into a negative state of stiffness and sluggishness, and could no longer fight.

The group of puppeteers could only watch Li Muyang fly away on Pegasus, cursing at him.

In the clay jar, Grandpa Wu said quietly.

"Boy, are you too high-profile?"

Grandpa Wu advised: "You are so arrogant, and you will suffer in the future."

"Wait for the Black Feather Pavilion to gather its forces. There will be dozens or even hundreds of puppeteers who will set a trap for you. No matter how powerful your magic weapon is, you will probably fall when the time comes."

At this time, Li Muyang and his party were already close to the legendary sea of ​​blood.

One day later, a vast blood-red ocean appeared on the distant land, with roaring waves on the surface of the sea, and the sea was vast and boundless.

When it reached this point, the horse didn't dare to fly forward, but fell to the ground in fear.

Fortunately, Li Muyang enlightened the horse again, giving it the magical power to walk on water.

So the carriage was pulled by a slow horse through the churning sea of ​​blood, looking extremely mysterious.