Drunk Immortal Gourd

Seeing that the Kirin Thunder Wood was less than a foot away from him, it was almost within his reach, but Qingyang did not dare to touch it directly. Instead, he took out an unused magic weapon from the Qiankun Gourd, and then used his divine mind to control it and carefully dug the soil at the root of the Kirin Thunder Wood.

Qingyang was right to be careful. The Kirin Thunder Wood looked harmless, but it contained huge lightning energy, which would be released if he was not careful. If it was any other time, he might be able to deal with it. Now he needed to distract himself to deal with the lightning constantly generated in the thunder pool, and at the same time he had to carefully dig the Kirin Thunder Wood. He had already reached his limit. At this time, if the Kirin Thunder Wood released lightning to attack again, Qingyang would definitely not be able to deal with it.

Sure enough, Qingyang used his divine mind to control the magic weapon and just dug a few times, the Kirin Thunder Wood suddenly released a black lightning as thick as a finger, which instantly hit the magic weapon. Although this lightning is very thin, its power is greater than the lightning released by the Thunder Pool. With a bang, the lightning disappeared, and the magic weapon turned into a pool of black water.

Seeing this, Qingyang was afraid. Fortunately, he used the magic weapon controlled by divine thoughts. If he had done it directly, it would have hit him directly. Being hit by such powerful lightning, the end might be the same as the magic weapon that turned into a pool of black water.

After the lightning, Qingyang did not stop. He found another magic weapon that was not used in the Qiankun Gourd and used divine thoughts to control the soil at the root of the Qilin Thunder Wood. Perhaps because the lightning just released hurt its vitality, the Qilin Thunder Wood calmed down for a while. Qingyang took this opportunity to use the magic weapon to quickly dig a two-foot deep pit at the bottom of the pit.

Seeing that most of the roots of the Qilin Thunder Tree were exposed, suddenly, another black lightning bolt as thick as a finger was released and hit the magic weapon that was digging the soil. It was exactly the same as the last time. When the lightning bolt was exhausted, the magic weapon turned into a pool of black water in an instant.

With the experience of the first time, Qingyang didn't even take a second look. He directly took out the third magic weapon from the Qiankun Gourd and used his divine thoughts to control the soil at the roots of the Qilin Thunder Tree. This kind of magic weapon is not valuable, so it doesn't hurt to be destroyed. Qingyang still has a lot of it in the Qiankun Gourd.

After releasing two black lightning bolts, the Qilin Thunder Tree seemed to have consumed a lot of vitality and seemed a little sluggish. It was afraid that it would not be able to release it again in a short time. This was exactly what Qingyang wanted. While carefully using his life magic weapon to deal with the lightning continuously generated by the thunder pool, he separated a trace of divine thoughts to control the magic weapon and dig the soil at the roots of the Qilin Thunder Tree.

In this situation, the strength of the cultivators was tested. If Qingyang himself was not strong, had enough patience, and had practiced the Concentration Technique passed down to him by the One-horned Ghost King for many years, his mind was much stronger than that of the cultivators of the same level, and he might not be able to cope with it.

The overload of the mind made Qingyang have a splitting headache, the high concentration of the spirit made Qingyang pale, and the rapid consumption of the true essence made Qingyang feel hollowed out. It seemed to be more troublesome than refining a furnace of extremely difficult elixirs, and more difficult than breaking through a huge bottleneck, but Qingyang still persisted desperately, because he knew that cultivating immortals could not be smooth sailing, and he had to fight hard when he had to fight hard. For the Kirin Thunder Wood, no matter how much he paid, it was worth it.

Under Qingyang's efforts, the soil at the root of the Kirin Thunder Wood quickly decreased, and the entire root was soon exposed. After losing its support, the Kirin Thunder Wood fell directly to the bottom of the pit, but before that, he desperately released the last black lightning.

However, Qingyang was prepared and dodged in advance. The lightning still hit the magic weapon controlled by Qingyang's divine mind, but Qingyang himself was unharmed. When the energy of the lightning dissipated, Qingyang's divine mind moved and directly put the Qilin Jinglei Wood into the Qiankun Gourd.

After doing all this, Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not the time to relax completely, because he was still in the thunder pool, and the thunder pool was still generating lightning, constantly attacking him, and he needed to use his own life magic weapon to lead these lightning into the ground.

Just now, Qingyang's divine mind was used at the same time, and the consumption of divine mind was extremely great, and he could hardly bear it. If he stayed any longer, he would fail sooner or later. Qingyang did not dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly retreated as fast as possible. After more than ten breaths, he left the thunder pool and retreated to the outside of the cave.

The lightning in the thunder pool can only attack the edge of the cave. After Qingyang left this range, the lightning could no longer come over, and he was completely safe. However, Qingyang was exhausted physically and mentally at this time. He didn't even bother to take back the magic sword, and leaned against the wall. Of course, a certain degree of vigilance was still needed. Not to mention whether there would be a sudden intrusion from outsiders, Qingyang also thought that the injured iron-eating beast would hide in the dark and look for an opportunity to attack.

Fortunately, no outsiders broke in during this period, and the iron-eating beast never attacked Qingyang. Perhaps it was frightened by Qingyang and had long been hiding somewhere.

After a quarter of an hour, he felt that his mind was no longer as painful as before. Qingyang took out two recovery pills and swallowed them, and then sat on the ground to meditate. After another half an hour, his mind gradually improved, and his true essence also recovered a little. Qingyang then stood up and walked outside.

Outside the cave, everything was normal. The iron-eating beast seemed to have forgotten the existence of his old nest and never appeared again. Now that the Qilin Thunder Wood had been obtained, Qingyang had no more thoughts about the iron-eating beast, so he strode towards the outside of Wanfeng Mountain.

Because he has the stone tablet with him, Qingyang does not need to worry about the heavy burden imposed by Wanfeng Mountain and the ubiquitous sharp energy. The way down the mountain is naturally extremely easy. However, the journey of only two to three hundred miles, Qingyang only It took less than half a day to successfully cross Wanfeng Mountain.

It only took Qingyang a little more than a day to cross the hundreds of miles of Wanfeng Mountain. It was much easier than the previous trips to the Shenmu Forest, Huangchen Qiu, and Huangquan River. Although there were some dangers encountered during the process, Compared with the final reward, this thrill is nothing at all.

Now four of the five dangerous places have been crossed. According to the records on the walls of the stone chambers at the bottom of the Huangquan River, there is only one Red Smoke Valley left. As long as you cross the Red Smoke Valley, you can reach your destination this time, the God of Pregnancy Fruit. Where it grows depends on what the final harvest will be.

However, there is no one else outside Wanfeng Mountain. It is obvious that the giant ghost king and others have been away for a long time. Maybe they have arrived at the place by now, and they must seize the time.