You Practice Immortality, I Farm

Chapter 332 The rare treasure in the jade pond

 After more than ten breaths, Yao Zhi, whose living space was constantly being squeezed by Lu Xuan, finally gradually revealed his figure.

 Nearly invisible and colorless, it takes on a translucent form in a small space, like a legless soft-bodied insect, flowing around like a liquid, trying to find an opportunity to break out of the giant web.

Despite the difficulties, it still tightly wrapped the fourth-grade Xuanyin Pill, which shows how hard and simple it has been for so many years.

“Follow me, I’ll take you out and let you **** the elixir as much as you can.”

Lu Xuan’s spiritual consciousness conveyed the idea to Shi Zhi.

 After the spiritual plant matures, the light group often gives pills as rewards, so he has no worries about not being able to provide a good living environment for the drug.

At the same time, he has absorbed the Peiyuan Dan and the Yunling Dan. The Zangyuan grass used to refine the Foundation Establishment Dan is also planted in the sect's spiritual field. It is foreseeable that there will probably be rewards for the Foundation Establishment Dan. .

Yaozhi didn't respond to Lu Xuan's invitation. Lu Xuan had no choice but to seal it with a bone demon puppet and conquer it when he had free time.

 Putting the medicine and the bone demon puppet into the gluttonous insect sac, Lu Xuan took a deep breath. The faint medicinal fragrance lingering in the alchemy room disappeared, replaced by a rotten smell that had been generated for many years.

 He left the elixir and rushed to the center of the palace.

 You can feel the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy inside from a distance.

Lu Xuan suddenly stopped and looked at a corpse lying on the ground with a solemn expression.

The lower body of the corpse on the ground disappeared, and the only remaining upper body was completely devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only an empty body. It was unknown what he had experienced before death.

“The death rate in this secret realm is a bit high.”

Lu Xuan secretly sighed. Since entering the secret realm, he has discovered or solved it himself. At least six foundation-building monks have died here. Lu Xuan, who has little experience in exploring secret realms, has been feeling flustered.

 “Well, three of them were made by me...”

 Thinking of this, he regained his inner peace.

“With my current level of cultivation and various rare treasures, I should worry about other monks.”

“You’re all here, you have to go in and take a look, but you need to hide your identity.”

About to enter the center of the secret realm and compete with other foundation-building monks for opportunities, Lu Xuan decided to hide it and not expose his true cultivation level and treasure to everyone for the time being.

Thinking of this, he took out the fourth-grade Thousand Masks from his storage bag.

The light gray mask was as thin as cicada wings. When worn on the face, it seemed to be covered with a thin layer of skin. The lines on the mask were constantly changing. With a thought, Lu Xuan became an ordinary-looking young monk in an instant.

The aura remains at the early stage of foundation building, and the bones are slightly raised to avoid being recognized by Shi Zhong and other familiar people.

Appearance, aura, and figure have all undergone great changes. Lu Xuan has become a brand new monk.

 Half a moment later, he followed the fluctuations of spiritual power and arrived at a jade room at the top of the palace.

The entire body of the jade house is made of warm sapphire. A huge jade pond is dug out in the center. The outside of the jade pond is covered with layers of restrictions. Seven monks are constantly attacking the surface of the restrictions, setting off waves of spiritual energy frenzy.

 “This is the evil spirit’s den.”

Lu Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a helpless smile.

Wearing the Qianyi Mask has no impact on him at present, and he can express his vivid and detailed expression very well.

At this moment, he felt that the muscles in his neck were almost frozen.

The cool aura coming from Wugou Jade kept coming, warning Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan glanced casually, and the seven monks surrounding Yuchi suddenly came into view. Among the seven people, there was an old man with a hunchback who had the most powerful spiritual power and had a cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building.

The tall humps on the back rose and fell one after another, and weird whistling sounds were heard from time to time. Occasionally, small gray-black hands and feet were exposed from the back of the neck, and were quickly pulled back by something.

 He has the highest level of cultivation on the court and occupies the most ideal position.

At the edge of the jade pond, there is also a blood-robed monk. There are countless dark red evil insects on the blood-red robe, densely packed together and squirming, as if lightning will strike out of the robe at any time.

The first time Lu Xuan saw the blood-robed monk, his pupils shrank slightly.

He is very familiar with the dark red evil worms on the monks. They are the blood-coagulated worms that invaded Kongming Island not long ago. He also killed a blood-coagulated worm king at that time, and the two formed a strong relationship.

“I didn’t expect that the evil cultivator behind the scenes would also come to wade into this muddy water.”

At that time, the evil insect king had a strength that was not weaker than that in the early stage of foundation building. The cultivation strength of the blood-robed monks who raised the evil insects behind the scenes can be imagined.

There is also a short monk, wearing a loose robe, only the height of a normal person's waist.

 When his eyes were fixed on him, the cool aura coming from the Wugou Jade was much stronger again. On a certain level, it also represented the terror of his strength.

When Lu Xuan first arrived at the outskirts of the secret realm, the burly middle-aged monk he saw was also among them.

The monk turned into a giant half a foot tall, with muscles all over his body. During his breath, two streams of hot white air spurted out from his nostrils, showing the strength of his physical body.

In addition, there is an elegant scribe, holding a two-foot-long golden writing brush in his hand. The pen is filled with spiritual power, and its extraordinary qualities can be seen at a glance.

 He also saw two familiar figures.

 Shi Zhong and Zhou Bingyu stood closely together.

Shi Zhong held a dark brass mirror in his hand. Various strange insects and beasts were drawn on the edge of the mirror, with strange patterns. A silver-white sword pill floated in front of Zhou Bingyu, and countless sword energy like hairs were hesitating and unable to trigger.

Among the seven people, only two of them were in the early stage of foundation building, but the remaining people present did not dare to underestimate them.

Both of them are disciples of the sect. They have endless treasures on their bodies and have various powerful inheritances. They may have mastered some kind of secret technique that can kill monks in the middle or even later stages of Foundation Establishment, or they may have one or two pieces of body protection given by their elder masters. Rare treasure.

The rest of the early-stage foundation-building monks who tried to join these people have either been easily dealt with, or they are self-aware and know that their chances are too slim, and they voluntarily quit before the pressure of life and death.

As soon as Lu Xuan showed up, he attracted the attention of seven people.

"Someone is here to die again. My precious bugs are almost full."

The blood-robed monk noticed Lu Xuan's disguised pre-foundation cultivation and laughed sadly.

The blood-red robe on his body moved without any wind, and the blood-coagulated worms inside seemed to squirm a little faster.

The hunchbacked old man at the front looked at Lu Xuan coldly, as if he were looking at a dead person. A green and black infant ghost wrapped in sinister energy suddenly emerged from his back, and gave Lu Xuan a charming smile.

The other people didn't say anything. After glancing at it, they returned their attention to the prohibition in front of them.

 Since you have chosen to enter this place, it is useless to talk more and you will be responsible for your own life and death.

Lu Xuan ignored the blood-robed monk and others and focused his gaze on the interior of the jade pond.

The bottom of the jade pond is filled with black air, and in the sky above it, there are four rare treasures floating up and down.

 (End of this chapter)