Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 89 Miao Jiang (500 plus, please subscribe)
A cave.

There were corpses all around, and a huge spirit turtle was turned upside down and disemboweled.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult..."

Fang Xian calculated from the "Guyao Xue Gua" that it would be as difficult as reaching the sky if he wanted to achieve enlightenment through reincarnation.

"But it's not without a glimmer of hope. The first thing to do is to form an alchemy. There will be no regrets for an alchemy. You can't act rashly, otherwise you will miss the opportunity..."

"I almost missed it. Is this the faint backlash of taking away Yin Qiuxian's life? Does it make me want to integrate into this world? But... I am still a time traveler in essence!"

A sneer appeared on Fang Xian's face.

What he pursues is great freedom and freedom, and other things, whether cultivating immortals or demons, are just means.

He continued to calculate, his face became paler, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The reincarnation disc is missing, it's called 'Three Lives Mirror'!"

"This three-life mirror is a first-class treasure in the Immortal Mansion. It can enable monks to regain their memories and mana in their previous lives. I don't know how many primordial gods coveted it, and finally disappeared without a trace..."

"The method of reincarnation into alchemy... This method is quite difficult. A inheritance is needed..."

"It seems that the second opportunity has to be taken, and I have to go to the southern border, and even get involved with the Kunlun Demon Palace..."

……

Fang Xian returned to Yuntai Mountain, in the bamboo house where Cao Qiu lived.

I found that the monks here had dispersed, and only some mortals were still cleaning up.

"Daoist?"

Seeing him coming, a girl dressed as a chivalrous woman stepped forward in surprise, and it was the 'Autumn Water Sword' Cao Zhongying.

It's just that Fang Xian has already forgotten her name.

"Is Fellow Daoist Cao here?"

He asked casually, and Cao Zhongying replied obediently: "The old uncle was summoned by the elders of the sect and left in a hurry. He ordered me to stay and serve the Taoist priest wholeheartedly..."

The last half of the sentence was added by her own selfishness.

When I came to Yuntai Mountain, I saw that all the monks had the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, making this chivalrous woman even more eager for the practice.

It's a pity that she didn't know that to enter the threshold of cultivating immortals in this world, aptitude, character, and chance are all indispensable.

Although she has a little bit of talent, she is not good at heart, and she is not a person with deep fortune.

Even if it was, Fang Xian was not interested in accepting another apprentice. He looked around and asked himself, "Is the mountain still peaceful?"

"With the prestige of the old uncle, there is no one who dares to make noise. It's just..." Cao Zhongying hesitated before saying: "After the sword fight was over, there was a person named Green Grandma who seemed to have an affair with the juniors of the Shushan Sword Sect. Some disputes..."

"Oh?"

Fang Xian smiled and ignored it.

Shushan Sword Sect has already accepted this matter, and it is their karma.

What's more, this is in line with the Shushan Sword Sect's grand strategy of "making friends with decent people and suppressing sects of the Demon Cult", and it is also closely related to the luck of the three immortals and two heroes. If there is no such conflict, there will be other conflicts sooner or later, so let it be.

"When the two immortals and two heroes have achieved success, it will be an opportunity to test the sword in Southern Xinjiang... At that time, should I also go there to complete this skill?"

Fang Xian thought to himself.

Helping with a few things casually is also the cause and effect of Master Tianhuo's inheritance.

"You have worked so hard, you don't have to follow me, just go on your own..."

When he came back to his senses, he found that Cao Zhongying was still looking at him eagerly. He couldn't help but smiled, stopped with his right foot, and turned into a fire dragon and broke through the air.

This time he really left.

Only Cao Zhongying was left, looking at the sky with a look of disappointment on his face...

……

Whoosh!
On the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a crimson light flashed across the sky.

"I estimate the future. If you want to form a fire elixir, it will be easy. But if you want to form an elixir through reincarnation, there will be many obstacles... If you don't have enough strength, I'm afraid that obstacles will turn into disasters, or even murders!"

Fang Xian's eyes were cold: "What's more... I don't want to give up the Tianhuo Yanlong supernatural power that I finally cultivated, so there is only one way left..."

Master Tianhuo is good at alchemy, and there is a craft called "Wai Dan Method", which is to refine a "Wai Dan" through the furnace. Although it can't help prolong life, it can indeed make people A cultivator in the supernatural realm possesses magical powers at the Golden Core level.

"Among them, the great medicine is the supernatural power of Tianhuo Yanlong, and the furnace cauldron is also hard to find. It needs to be the level of Yuandan formed by the thousand-year-old shell monster..."

This kind of spiritual object of heaven and earth, not to mention rare and rare, might cause karma, fall into various schemes, and cause trouble.

Fang Xian has figured out the location of a Yuan Dan, if he is more cautious, he may have a chance to get it.

He looked at the ground, and the light fell.

This place already belongs to the southern border area. The [-] mountains are not an empty finger. There are really [-] mountains. There are few people, and there are many poisonous insects, beasts, miasma, and the like.

The world here is extremely vast, a piece of sea is easily a distance of millions of miles, there are thousands of miles of quicksand, thousands of miles of fire and so on.

There is some kind of jungle nearby, but the leaves are brown and the ground is parched, obviously suffering from drought.

Fang Xian took a deep breath and felt refreshed. The power of the fire element in the air is undoubtedly very abundant, which is very suitable for a monk like him to practice.

Originally, the jungle in southern Xinjiang should be dominated by humidity and heat, but now it is completely dry, with no life left, which makes people feel awe-inspiring when they see it.

"It should be here..."

He muttered to himself, and as soon as he let go of his spiritual thoughts, he saw a young girl dressed in Miao clothes not far away, wearing a silver collar, revealing arms and legs like lotus roots of the bright moon.

This girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she is occupying a cave, burning black herbs at the entrance of the cave.

Seeing Fang Xian approaching, a look of obvious horror appeared on his face: "Don't..."

Snapped!
Inside the cave, there was the sound of something breaking, and immediately a black smoke shot out. It looked like some powerful poison was hidden inside, and it ran away in a flash.

"You outsider, you are so mad at me!"

The Miao girl pointed at Fang Xian angrily: "I spent a month smearing Baihua Xianglu on my body just to catch this great sage so that I could fight against the black seedlings. Now that you scare me away, how can you pay for it?" I?"

"How about taking this compensation?"

Fang Xian stretched out his hand, grasped it with mana, and rolled back the black smoke, revealing one of the two-tailed centipede, with a hard shell protruding from the top of its head, like a bead.

"Are you an immortal cultivator from Middle Earth?"

The girl stepped forward in surprise, her eyes focused more on the centipede: "This great sage has condensed centipede beads. I will definitely be able to make centipede poison to poison Heimiao's people."

At a young age, when she was innocent and childlike, she talked about killing people as if they were eating and drinking, which was frightening at first sight.

Fang Xian knew that the way of cultivation in Southern Xinjiang was different from that of the outside world. Even ordinary people could catch insects and release the poison with their hands. Most of the Miao villages among them worshiped powerful poisonous insects as their patron saints.

Not surprised, asked lightly: "Do you have enmity with Hei Miao?"

"The white seedlings and the black seedlings are originally feuds. In the past few years, they have fought several times in order to fight for water..."

The girl said: "My name is Hua Zhi, you are the fairy teacher of Middle Earth? Why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)