Supreme Alchemy

When the entire Eastern Region was boiling over the battle at Yulong Mountain.

Xiao Changfeng has followed Zhao Sanqing and others back to Dawu territory.

Xiao Changfeng did not go to Kyoto this time.

Instead, he headed straight for Qinglong Mountain.

Qinglong Mountain remained the same, Xiao Changfeng opened the Yin and Yang Nine Palaces Formation and let everyone enter.

"What a strong spiritual energy, almost a hundred times more powerful than outside."

Stepping into Qinglong Mountain, you will be greeted by billowing spiritual energy, as if you have stepped from the desert into an oasis.

The rich spiritual energy turned into mist, which opened people's pores and greedily absorbed it.

As far as the eye can see, it is even more lush.

There are elixirs everywhere on the cliffs, between the cliffs, and even on both sides of the stone steps.

When the Yin-Yang Nine Palace Formation was originally laid out, Xiao Changfeng sown many seeds of elixirs.

Nourished by hundreds of times of spiritual energy, it also grows crazily, and the strongest one is now fifty or sixty years old.

You know, it has only been more than half a year since Qinglong Mountain was established.

If this continues, it won't take long before there will be a hundred-year-old elixir.

If it continues to be nourished, it may not be impossible to have a thousand-year elixir, or even a ten-year elixir.

"Master Xiao, the environment here is much better than that of my Medicine King's Residence. It is worthy of the title of Little Holy Land!"

Zhao Sanqing stroked his beard and smiled, his face full of joy.

The entire Qinglong Mountain is equivalent to a large medicinal garden, which is really a huge temptation for him who is obsessed with refining medicine.

"Every time I come here, I can feel Master Xiao's magical methods and I have to admire him!"

Xue Feixian also praised it.

He traveled all over the country and visited holy places, so he admired Qinglong Mountain even more.

After all, those holy places are all built up over tens of millions of years, and they are also occupied by saints.

However, Qinglong Mountain is only one of Xiao Changfeng's magic formations, but it can rival the Holy Land. How extraordinary.

"Anyway, there is a place for you to live here. You can stay there as long as you want."

Xiao Changfeng smiled slightly and waved his hand to mark Zhao Sanqing and Xue Feixian.

In this way, the two of them can enter and exit freely.

"Thank you Master Xiao!"

Feeling the presence of the brand, the two people's faces showed joy.

"No need to say thank you. You traveled thousands of miles to go to Dayuan to rescue me. I will remember this feeling. This is just a small reward."

Xiao Changfeng waved his hand.

"Groan!"

The spiritual mist surged, and a huge figure emerged from the spiritual mist.

It is the formation spirit of the Yin-Yang Nine Palaces Formation, the mist green dragon.

At this time, the mist green dragon is more handsome and lifelike than before. Its originally one hundred meters long body has now grown to one hundred and fifty meters.

"Xiao Qing!"

A cheerful voice sounded from Xiao Changfeng's wrist.

I saw the Hydra quickly revived, detached from Xiao Changfeng's wrist, and transformed into its 500-meter-long true body again.

"You two go have some fun!"

Xiao Changfeng smiled and then waved them away.

Suddenly the two dragons danced in the air, rolling in the spiritual mist.

Xiao Changfeng, on the other hand, led Zhao Sanqing and others along Lingwu Avenue towards the Fengyu Pavilion on the top of the mountain.

"Through thick and thin, you and I are in the same boat!"

Looking at Fengyu Pavilion, Xiao Changfeng couldn't help but think of Lin Ruoyu.

Every bit of the past comes to mind in an instant.

"Ruoyu, wait for me, I will definitely come to find you!"

Opening the door, the huge portrait in the Fengyu Pavilion made Xiao Changfeng yearn for it.

But soon, Xiao Changfeng suppressed this longing.

He waved his hand to make the ivy grow and turn into four chairs.

The four of them took their seats.

"Palace Master Xue, have you learned the art of spiritualism?"

Xiao Changfeng was the first to speak, asking Xue Feixian.

When he first taught Xue Feixian a form of spiritualism, he originally thought it would take him two or three years to master it.

"Master Xiao, spiritualism is indeed a magical secret method that can summon souls. It is very complicated. I have been in seclusion for half a year, and I can barely master it. But each time I summon the soul in red, it only lasts a very short time."

Hearing Xiao Changfeng's inquiry, Xue Feixian showed a satisfied smile on his face.

For him, being able to see Luo Hongyi again was better than anything else.

Now he no longer needs to drink to drown his sorrows, and his whole person looks more and more compelling.

"By the way, Master Xiao, you asked me to find information about your mother. I have been in seclusion for the past six months. Now that I am out of seclusion, I can go and investigate."

For Xue Feixian, falling into red clothes is the most important thing in life.

Therefore, after receiving the spiritualism surgery, he immediately studied hard and practiced hard, but he did not have time to do what Xiao Changfeng did.

Xiao Changfeng also expressed his understanding of this.

"Palace Master Xue, Hall Master Zhao, I have found out that my mother's disappearance is related to the Ghost Immortal Sect. I wonder if you know about this sect?"

Xiao Changfeng took the initiative to ask.

Xue Feixian travels all over the country, and Zhao Sanqing has extensive knowledge.

Maybe they know some news about the Ghost Immortal Sect.

"Ghost Immortal Sect!"

Hearing the words "Guixianzong", Xue Feixian stood up with a loud sound, his eyes showing shock.

Xiao Changfeng's eyes flashed with light, and his expression moved slightly.

"Master Xiao, you don't know something. The Southern Xinjiang Witch Cult is a branch of the Ghost Immortal Sect."

Zhao Sanqing sighed and took the initiative to speak.

Southern Xinjiang witchcraft?

A branch of the Ghost Immortal Sect?

Xiao Changfeng frowned slightly and looked at Xue Feixian, waiting for him to speak.

"Master Xiao, I have experienced the Southern Xinjiang witchcraft several times and am most familiar with it."

Xue Feixian sat down again and continued to speak.

"Witch Cult is a big sect in the southern border, comparable to the Dawu Dynasty. There are four powerful ancestors in it, namely the East Witch Ancestor, the West Witch Ancestor, the North Witch Ancestor and the South Witch Ancestor. Above the four ancestors is the leader of the Witch Cult, who is also a powerful saint, named Wu Sheng!"

"Wu Sheng is a member of the Ghost Immortal Sect, and the entire Witch Cult is also a branch of the Ghost Immortal Sect. I don't know anything else, I only know that they mainly collect souls, corpses and poisons, and it seems that they are specially supplied to the Ghost Immortal Sect."

Xue Feixian told the story slowly, and Xiao Changfeng also knew some secrets.

Witch Cult is comparable to a holy place, and there are saints in it.

There are also four powerful ancestors.

Such power alone is enough to look down on one side.

You know, the Great Yuan Dynasty didn't even have a saint.

"Soul? Corpse? Poison? These are things needed to keep ghosts alive. Is witch cult similar to a logistics department?"

Ghosts are scattered immortals among ghost cultivators. They have not passed the immortal tribulation and cannot become ghost immortals.

This kind of ghosts are not tolerated by heaven and earth. Their existence is extremely limited.

Not only can they only survive in places with extremely heavy yin energy.

They also need a lot of energy to supplement in order to survive.

Xiao Changfeng knows ghosts very well, so he quickly guessed the truth of the matter.

"The survival of ghosts is much more difficult than that of other creatures. I am afraid that this so-called witch saint, like the Zhenwu Saint, is a ghost servant of a ghost."

Xiao Changfeng's eyes were bright, and he had a guess in his heart.