In the courtyard of Jianmen Town
Lu Xuan walked around the small courtyard and found no trace of intrusion. Then he felt relieved, opened the Thousand Fantasy Clouds and Smoke Formation, and entered the courtyard.
As soon as he entered, a cold air hit his face.
The yard was filled with gloomy winds, and the roars of various resentful spirits could be heard from time to time. The place was filled with rich blood energy, giving it a scene from the underworld.
“I don’t know how many of the remaining four ghost-faced stone mushrooms are fully mature.”
The last time I came to the small courtyard, only one ghost-faced stone mushroom was fully mature. I obtained an evil fourth-grade magic weapon from the light group, the soul-inducing lamp.
Lu Xuan considers himself a righteous monk, so naturally he would not reveal such an evil magic weapon in front of his fellow sect members, and has always kept it deep in the deepest part of his storage bag.
Arriving in front of four ghost-faced stone mushrooms, Lu Xuan focused his mind on the top of the plant with the strange face.
“Two are fully mature.”
He was delighted. Carefully pull out the ghost-faced stone mushroom.
Ignoring the details of the plant, he focused on the light group quietly emerging from the ground.
The white light group flickered slightly. With a gentle touch, the light group turned into countless light points, condensed into a vague and blurry face, and poured into Lu Xuan’s body instantly.
[Harvest a third-grade ghost-faced stone mushroom, and obtain a fourth-grade magic weapon, Qianyi Mian. 】
A light gray mask as thin as cicada wings appeared in Lu Xuan’s hands.
There are shallow lines on the mask, which are constantly changing, forming strange faces with dull expressions and filled with resentment.
Lu Xuan felt the strong cold air coming from the part where his palm came into contact, and his mind was focused on this evil mask.
[Thousands of Demonic Faces, a fourth-grade magic weapon, is made from the sacrifice of fifth-grade tiger monsters accompanied by ghosts. After wearing it, with a thought, it can change the monk’s face and breath, making it seamless and difficult to detect. 】
[If you wear it for a long time, your mind may be affected by the ghost’s remnant soul and you will gradually lose yourself. 】
【I can replace it. 】
“The fourth-grade auxiliary magic weapon has a single function, but it is extremely powerful.”
Lu Xuan sighed secretly.
In the world of cultivation, although there are not many techniques and weapons that can hide the body shape and breath, many monks can still obtain one or two kinds. Those that can completely change the face and breath are extremely rare.
He put the almost imperceptibly thick Thousand-faced Stone Mushroom into his storage bag and continued to pick another fully mature Ghost-faced Stone Mushroom.
Gently touch the white light group that appears.
Countless light spots condensed into a blurry face and poured into his body instantly.
[Harvest a third-grade ghost-faced stone mushroom and obtain a fourth-grade magic weapon, the soul-inducing lamp. 】
A thought flashed through his mind, and then a strange lantern appeared in his hand.
The lamp is shaped like a bone, and the pale lampshade seems to be surrounded by human skin. Under the lamp base, countless slender dark red lamp spikes are swaying gently in the cold wind, like countless tiny tentacles entangled together.
The pale candle in the center is densely packed with countless ghosts and resentments.
“Another fourth-grade soul-inducing lamp.”
Lu Xuan was relatively satisfied. The fourth-grade soul-inducing lamp could attract ghosts within a certain range, and at the same time, it could disrupt the minds of monks and monsters and lose their minds.
The progress bar below the remaining two ghost-faced stone mushrooms is about to be full. In order to save some precious Aoki origin energy, Lu Xuan is not in a hurry to ripen them.
Not far away, the third-grade thorn bone was also about to fully mature, and Lu Xuan decided to take it to Kongming Island.
The fourth-grade Hundred-Eyed Tree, with dozens or hundreds of evil pupils each growing a lot, Lu Xuan hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to take it over.
He had no intention of taking the remaining fifth-grade Holy Infant Fruit Strain and Blood Evil Flower with him.
“Here? Explode the baby’s soul.”
Lu Xuan held the purple electric sword, took out the wooden baby from the storage bag, slightly untied the rune chain on it, and said in a gentle tone.
Mu Ying looked at the dark purple flying sword with lightning flashing in his hand. The numbness that had been bound by the rune chain for quite a long time disappeared in an instant, and his little body shook involuntarily.
Before Lu Xuan could say anything, the dark hole at his belly button was filled with Yin Qi, and the souls of pale infants were squeezed out by it.
“Okay, okay, it’s almost done.”
Lu Xuan looked at more and more infant souls in the yard and spoke out to stop them.
He estimated that these souls could enjoy the Holy Infant Fruit for a long time, so he came to the Blood Evil Flower.
As soon as he took out the dragon essence and blood from the storage bag, the hollow blood cell sensed the arrival of delicious food. Countless slender blood vessels on the surface squirmed slightly, trying to get as close as possible to Lu Xuan.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you suck as much as you want today.”
Lu Xuan poured the third-grade dragon essence and blood obtained from prostitution on the surface of the blood evil flower, feeling Lingzhi’s excitement, causing the sea of blood in the center to rise and fall, stirring endlessly.
The blood-colored flower bloomed even more brightly and dazzlingly.
After feeding the Holy Infant Fruit Strain and Blood Sin Flower, Lu Xuan left the small courtyard, circulated the Thousand Fantasy Clouds and Smoke Formation, and removed the Wind Falcon from the health bag.
The wind falcon dragged its round belly, spread out a pair of green wings, turned into a ray of green light, and shot up into the sky.
“As expected of the Wind Falcon, which is famous for its speed. Although it has grown into a round ball and is only a second-grade flying sword, when flying at full strength, its speed is not weaker than many third-grade flying swords.”
High in the sky, cyan air currents appeared on the surface of the light cyan wings of the wind falcon, carrying Lu Xuan on its back, and flew past the mountains like lightning.
Hearing Lu Xuan’s appreciation, the Feng Falcon chirped crisply, and the streamlined belly below bulged.
Lu Xuan had already obtained the map to Kongming Island from the Sutra Pavilion. For safety reasons, he deliberately chose the safest route to avoid the secret realm that many other sects longed for.
Most of the day later, Lu Xuan looked at the map in his hand and wondered what he was thinking.
At this moment, the Feng Falcon has flown more than six thousand miles and has not deviated from the route designated by Lu Xuan.
However, Lu Xuan’s eyes were always on the left front of the map.
There, there was a place name that he was very familiar with.
Linyangfang City.
The wind falcon continued to fly rapidly, and familiar figures passed by in his mind.
Zhang Hong, his neighbor who took great care of himself, was like a generous brother. He enthusiastically called him “Little Uncle Lu” every time they met, and together they killed monsters and insects to earn spiritual stones. When he was at his most helpless, Zhang Xiuyuan bought some sporadic Firefly grasses. What’s in charge…
“If you go there, you will have to go around two to three thousand miles. There are no additional markings on the distance. I don’t know what risks there may be.”
“However, I haven’t seen those old friends for many years…”
Lu Xuan thought in his heart, and a certain emotion in his heart became stronger and stronger, almost gushing out.
“Turn around, go a little to the left, and take you to where I used to live.”
His spiritual consciousness conveyed the message to the wind falcon, and the wind falcon chirped crisply and flew a little faster.
(End of chapter)