Chapter 72 Thirty thousand years ago, I planted a tree (please read it!)

Author: Xuanxin Son

Chapter 72 Thirty thousand years ago, I planted a tree (please read it!)

As the saying goes, take money from others and eliminate disasters with others.

The casual cultivators in the field were all hired by Yu Shouan from the market at a high price.

A portal that appears in the mouth of the dragon whale.

At this time, everyone had already guessed that the tomb of Yu Shouan's ancestor should be hidden in the whale's corpse.

The mutated Qingxin Wood, which absorbs the essence and blood of the dragon whale in front of me, is obviously not an easy-to-detect existence.

At this time, it was time for them to come on stage and escort the employer.

"Everyone, come on."

A tall casual cultivator spoke.

The other casual cultivators all held magic weapons, and several of them even took out spiritual talismans.

Yu Shouan is a core disciple of the clan, with a rich family and generous career.

Before he came, he promised that all the consumption in the battle would be borne by him. If any injury is injured, not only will the treatment cost be fully covered, but also the high comfort will be waiting.

There must be brave men under the heavy reward. The cultivators looked at the huge tree thousands of feet tall, as if they were looking at a money tree.

Cheng Lingzhu took out the Phoenix Blood Sword.

The sword body trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

This is the sword spirit who is excited.

In the Divine Soldier Pavilion, after Wan Zhucang recast the Phoenix Blood Sword, he was nourished by the sword body, and the sleeping sword spirit also woke up.

This is its first battle after "seeing the light of day again".

This is also the first battle after Cheng Lingzhu awakened his memory.

She wanted to try out whether she had any strangers to the fighting skills she had honed back then.

The white jade sword was also shaking around Lu Xuan's waist, and the sword body was floating, eager to try.

Lu Xuan pressed the restless sword back.

How can I use a ox knife to kill a chicken?

The Jianling Committee was aggrieved and communicated with Lu Xuan to express its protest.

Lu Xuan sighed:

"Okay OK, let you play for a while, remember to hold on to some force, and... you are not allowed to be unsheathed."

The sword spirit suddenly became happy and a joyful mood came from.

The monks had different thoughts. Under Yu Shouan's leadership, they rushed towards the dragon whale's corpse.

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East China Sea.

A dark warship tore through the wind and moves forward through the waves.

Above the mast, a dark red flag was floating, exuding a strong blood-aberding aura.

A tall and majestic man stood on the bow of the ship. He was wearing black armor, a hideous mask on his face, and a large black gun in his hand.

Behind the black-armored man were pirates wearing short clothes and scarves, a total of 3,000.

They all have short knives hanging on their waists, with tattoos on their faces and exposed bodies.

Each of these three thousand pirates has cultivation.

But at this moment, the black warship was quiet and no one spoke.

"Remember who you are now!"

The man in black armor turned around and said aloud:

"You are now pirates who commit all kinds of evil! Finally, check your things on your body, and do not reveal your true identity when you act!"

"Here!"

Many "pirates" responded together.

Their momentum gathered together and soared into the sky, scattering the seagulls in the distance.

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On an island.

The boy was wearing a blue shirt and sat cross-legged.

"It's almost time."

An old voice rang in his mind.

So the young man who closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and quiet, with a clear and beautiful look.

The young man took off a mysterious pottery figurine on his waist. The figurine was about to grow long with one finger, grayish white all over and simple in shape.

He placed the terracotta figurine on the big stone in front of him and said respectfully:

"Old Qing, what should I do?"

"I will open a portal later. At that time, you must recite the mental method I taught you before you can enter it. We must use this portal to directly reach the ruins."

An old voice rang.

"Old Qing, the power in your body..."

The boy communicated with the terracotta figurines with concern.

"It's okay."

The voice rang in his mind:

"Just opening a portal, the power accumulated during this period is enough."

The young man pursed his lips and lowered his head and said:

"Old Qing, you said that your soul is not stable. If this move will damage your soul, Fenghuo would rather not enter this ruin!"

"Noise!"

The old man scolded:

"What kind of morality should we monks be brave and diligent, and be indecisive?!

Boy Jiang, if you still have this kind of character in the future, it will be harmful to the Taoist path but not beneficial to the Tao!"

"……yes."

When the boy heard this, he lowered his head and did not refute.

The old man sighed quietly:

"Fenghuo, I don't mean to blame you, but you are born in a mundane world and have just entered the world of cultivation, and do not understand what this world is like.

When you embark on the path of practice, you should understand that practice is a boating against the current, and you cannot tolerate any hesitation or soft-heartedness. You can only keep moving forward, even if... even if you lose a lot of things for it."

"...I understand, Old Qing."

The boy named Jiang Fenghuo took a deep breath and his eyes became firm.

He was originally from a small, ordinary country in the East Wilderness. His parents died since childhood and were bullied by his peers. Because of an accident, he got this pottery figurine.

There was a consciousness in the pottery figurine, which called itself Qingyu, taught him the method of practice, and opened the door to a new world for the young Jiang Fenghuo.

In Jiang Fenghuo's eyes, the origin of old man Qing is very mysterious. He knows a lot about practice and passes on his own nameless immortal scripture, which has led him to the path of practice.

Although Mr. Qing still refuses to accept himself as his disciple, in Jiang Fenghuo's eyes, the other party is no different from his mentor.

"Also, the inheritance in that ruin is extremely extraordinary, and it is related to the ancient emperor's ruins... Yes, now you call this kind of ruin a cave."

Qingyu's voice sounded:

"Thirty thousand years ago, I accidentally entered it, but found that the cave had not yet opened, so I took a clear heart tree from the sea clan and planted it to absorb the power to weaken the remains.

I originally wanted to make it come out as soon as possible, but I didn't expect that even if it was external force, the cave heaven of Ruins would still appear in the world 30,000 years later.

The Emperor's Ruins are powerful, and their inheritance is born, and all the immortal sects are coming to compete for it. Fortunately, no one knows this except me...

Boy Jiang, no matter what, you must get everything in this cave!”

"clear!"

Jiang Fenghuo Zheng’s key point.

After a while, he couldn't help asking:

"Old Qing, is there any treasure in the cave of the Ruins that will allow you to reshape your body?"
To be continued...