Shouxian Mountain is definitely a mysterious existence on the Ice Island. Whether it is oral transmission by monks or various classics, Shouxian Mountain is very secretive, and there are very few words to describe it.
Even if there are some introductions, they are all mentioned briefly and there are no detailed records at all.
Such a situation made Qin Fengming very curious. This time he saw that there was such a strange thing in the meeting held at Shouxian Mountain, which made him suddenly feel deeply wary and wary of Shouxian Mountain.
meaning.
Based on Qin Fengming's experience, he could also see that there were indeed some opportunities in the illusion at that time, because he could clearly feel that there was a strange energy fluctuation contained in it. Among the fluctuations, there were some runic patterns.
force.
Based on this alone, Qin Fengming could judge that if he were in it, he might be able to understand something.
But at this moment, he will naturally not try to enter that strange space again.
Time passed slowly, and the situation in the hall did not change at all. The mist in the tall pagoda continued to spray out without stopping.
What made Qin Fengming slightly curious was that the majestic mist kept spewing out, but the gray-white mist in the hall seemed to have not increased at all since it appeared.
After three full days, the middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged on the high platform opened his eyes and glanced at the nearly 10,000 monks who were still immersed in illusory dreams. A strange and incomprehensible smile appeared on the middle-aged face.
With both hands clasping the spells, a series of spells were fired, a buzzing sound rang out, and the gray-white mist in the hall quickly gathered back towards the tall pagoda like the remaining clouds in the wind.
There was a sound of tinkling silver bells, and as ripples spread, all the monks sitting cross-legged woke up and turned around.
As soon as the thousands of monks woke up, their expressions were generally dull. Even the dozen or so monks who gathered together had stunned expressions. But soon, everyone showed different expressions.
Some looked happy, some seemed thoughtful, and some even looked disappointed.
It is obvious that everyone's experiences are different in this question conference.
"Okay, this conference is over now. Fellow Taoists, as long as the three opportunities to participate have not come, you can still participate in the next ten years. After you recover, you can leave on your own."
With the sound of Haiming's words, the surrounding restrictions disappeared.
With the fluctuation, Haiming disappeared out of thin air without a trace.
Seeing that most of the thousands of monks were still sitting cross-legged, Qin Fengming left the auction hall without any delay.
Regardless of whether Shouxian Mountain's move was a conspiracy against the Icefield Island monks, Qin Fengming did not intend to delve into it further.
The ability to easily escape from the illusory space this time has something to do with the greatly increased power of his Lingqing Divine Eye. If it were the previous power, he was not sure whether it could break the illusory restriction.
After visiting Fangshi again, Qin Fengming collected some classics and returned to the temporary cave again.
After several days of consulting ancient books, Qin Fengming completely gave up the idea of searching for anything related to Shouxian Mountain.
Shouxian Mountain seems to be a taboo name. No matter what kind of classics it is, these three words are almost banned. There is no description of it at all.
But when asked about the conference, the explanation was very detailed. It had a huge temptation for a large number of Chengdan monks and Huaying monks.
"No matter what kind of secrets there are in the Immortal Shou Mountain, Qin will not give up on this trip to the Wind Demon Tower." Qin Fengming said to himself in a deep voice as he put away the many scrolls in front of him with a gloomy expression on his face.
Instead of staying in Jianfang City any longer, Qin Fengming flew directly away from this area.
Previously, he thought that it might take nearly thirty years to complete the three major tasks, so he went directly to retreat near Shouxian Mountain in order not to delay the agreement with Sikong Yining.
At this moment, the agreement with the female cultivator was still six years away. This gave him enough time to complete other things.
Qin Fengming did not pass through the teleportation array this time, but flew directly away.
During the journey, he would stop in any market he encountered, no matter how big or small. He would visit every shop in the market regardless of size. As long as it was a treasure that was of some use to him, he would exchange it.
Along the way, Qin Fengming found a lot of precious things.
No matter the size of the market, no matter the style of the shop, there may be some rare and precious things.
In the past five years, Qin Fengming almost walked through all the cities on the ice island. After this, the spiritual stones on Qin Fengming's body were like a river bursting its embankment, flowing outward.
Of course, there are also unsighted people who want to rob him.
Not surprisingly, the monks who showed up to rob and kill him all became ghosts. Even their souls were refined into spirits by Fang Liang and banished to the Ten Thousand Souls Tower.
After several years of wandering, Qin Fengming's state of mind has improved a lot.
What makes Qin Fengming most happy is that the original appointment with Ziyun and Zifei was also completed within the past five years.
Qin Fengming got a share of the Purple Stone, and the recipe for the Purple Spirit Pill also fell into his arms.
In addition, he also obtained a large amount of bee divine jelly, the main ingredient for refining the Du'e Jin Dan, but he still could not find the recipe for the Du'e Jin Dan.
However, after careful searching, he found nothing about the cultivation techniques for soul-refining treasures that Yiyang Zhenrenhuhun had mentioned in his article that were consistent with his physique.
Not only are there no techniques for sacrificing the body of the Five Dragons, but there are also almost no other techniques for sacrificing soul treasures.
From this point of view, it is enough to see why not many theosophical monks were born on Icefield Island.
According to Qin Fengming's assumption, even the three major forces might not have many such techniques for sacrificing soul treasures. It is precisely for this reason that the three major forces themselves rarely have spiritual cultivators.
At this moment, Qin Fengming somewhat admired Mr. Xi.
Xi Xian was able to dare to go out and explore the open sea when he was in the state of gathering, and went to a large island hundreds of millions of miles away. This is not something that everyone can do.
Although he did not find the method of sacrifice and refining, Qin Fengming was not worried. He had just advanced to the peak of gathering, so there was no need to worry about it. What he was most interested in at this time was what kind of secrets existed in the Immortal Shou Mountain.
It allows the aggregation monks to have a certain chance of advancing to the realm of divine connection.
And this matter was the last thing that interested Qin Fengming on the ice island.
After passing the Wind Demon Tower, he had full confidence in his heart. As long as it was a test for the aggregation monks, Qin Fengming, who had once again increased his magical powers at this time, already had full confidence.
Senior Shi Pan was able to successfully pass through the Wind Demon Tower tens of thousands of years ago, but he did not believe that there would be dangers in the last two floors that were more powerful than the monks in the middle stage of divine connection.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, I have arrived a thousand miles southeast of the gate of Shouxian Mountain. Please come and see me."
Just a few months before the thirty-year agreement, a transmission note shot into the temporary cave in Fangshi where Qin Fengming was located.
With the light escaping, Qin Fengming flew directly towards the place where the words were spoken.