Hong Huang: I, the Nine Transformations Golden Pill, want to eat me!

Now, this dense forest place is also a place of chaos. With such an aura of opportunity emerging, many monks naturally took a peek.

Staring at the sky, feeling many auras: "It doesn't matter. In the land of chance, anything you can obtain depends on strength and luck."

Xuan Qing nodded, knowing the rules. Then I saw Tongtian's sleeves flicking, passing through the decayed Taoist rhyme, and falling into nothingness.

In an instant, the land of nothingness shattered, and an ancient door appeared.

The door exudes an ancient aura, a vast aura, which is even more decadent and ominous. It seems that if you enter it, you will endure a huge crisis.

Looking at such a door, Xuan Qing's eyes flickered, and he could faintly feel the avenue within.

Just as he realized this, many figures had already flown in from the depths of the dense forest. A few monks nearby came here and looked at the decaying Dao Yun, as well as the figures of Xuan Qing and Tong Tian, ​​with guarded expressions.

After all, he is a monk in this dark forest. All of them wander around in danger, are extremely cautious, and will not easily venture into the unknown.

Tongtian's eyes flashed sharply, ignoring the vigilance of many monks. With a fingertip, the sword broke through the decay: "Xuan Qing...come with me..."

Saying this, the sword energy passed through the door, without decay, and rushed into the door with Xuan Qing.

At that moment, many monks stared at Tongtian's figure and couldn't help but get closer.

But just as he got closer, that kind of rotten Taoism spread. Some monks resisted, but some monks could not resist. They were instantly scratched by the Taoist rhyme and turned into decay.

Many monks suffered disasters, as if they had been passed by by the years, grew old and decayed, and eventually turned into ashes.

A few monks relied on their strong cultivation to resist the erosion of decay before approaching the door. But as they stepped through the door, many monks were rotten. The monks who were staring stopped and gasped: "Hiss... what kind of Tao rhyme is this? It seems that monks below the Tao Fruit will rot when touched."

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"That's right... monks below the Dao Fruit level can't resist this kind of Dao Yun, and can't get close to this door. How did Tongtian find this place?" A dense forest expert wondered.

Although doubtful, more monks are very clear. The more dangerous the place, the greater the chances involved. What's more, Tongtian is involved in it, which obviously attracts Tongtian. The opportunity to attract a Hunyuan statue is incredible.

Many monks rushed into it without hesitation.

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At this moment, Tongtian and Xuan Qing took the lead in entering this ancient door.

The moment he entered, endless darkness, vast decay, and vast death aura came face to face.

Xuanqing exudes Xuanhuang energy to resist such decay. But even so, the heavens where the black and yellow energy intertwined were also faintly decayed.

Xuan Qing stared and saw the endless black land, the bones of brutal beasts scattered all over, and many special Taoist rhymes intertwined with them, which looked ominous.

"Uncle, there is something ominous here..." Xuan Qing looked at it, not noticing anything, only seeing endless danger.

He brushed his beard and looked at everything in front of him: "This black earth and this rotten place seems to have been mentioned by Master before."

"Master Hongjun?" Xuan Qing was confused.

"Well... it was mentioned, but I don't know if it is true. Let's go into the core of this place and take a look!" Tongtian seemed to have remembered something, and was about to walk over with Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing heard the words and followed, flying along the sky.

But as you go deeper, you can only see the endless black earth and the endless piles of bones. There is no trace of life at all.

In addition, the endless vastness of death and the spread of decay seemed to cover everything here.

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Chapter 522

As Xuan Qing and Tong Tian disappeared, the monks who entered them one by one felt wrapped in aura, and then turned into flying ashes.

There is only a little bit left, but you can only rely on treasures to resist it. Everything here is definitely the nightmare of many people with low cultivation level. However, the fallen monks turned into dust and eventually scattered on the earth.

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After a long time, Xuan Qing and Tong Tian gradually approached the core place, but the sudden sound of running water made Xuan Qing stop.

The same goes for Tongtian, feeling the flowing water: "The sound of the water flowing directly reaches the soul, it's amazing..."

With Tongtian and Xuanqing's cultivation, they are sensitive to external perceptions. A little sound of water flow wandered around, humming instantly, falling into the soul. This sound of water flow is not transmitted to the ears, but to the soul.

Xuan Qing's eyes flickered, seeing through the darkness here. Xuan Huang spread, igniting the sun's flame, and seemed to turn into a sun.

The appearance of these great suns seems to illuminate this place and bring light.

But in just a moment, endless decay and darkness swept over and enveloped it, and it was about to drown the true fire of the sun.

But in Xuan Qing's sight, the river also appeared. A red-yellow river, I don’t know where the source is and where the end is, flowing continuously. In this river, there are endless ups and downs of souls and souls. At a glance, it's like seeing countless fallen lives.

Such a river is like the transformation of the soul, and also like the condensation of the soul. Under this flow, there is no wave.

"Huangquan River?" Staring at the sky, the name came up instantly.

"Yellow Spring? Uncle Master... This river is called Huangquan?" Xuan Qing was also surprised, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of reincarnation and the underworld.

Tongtian nodded, then said: "Yes, it is the Huangquan River. Your Grandmaster Hongjun once said that in a certain era, there was a special race called: the Huangquan race. This race's body is like a snake, intertwined with illusions. In time, there is no entity, and what he is best at is the method of the soul.

It is said that after the birth of this race, they are born with a kind of underworld water. The innate magical power is to condense the underworld. When the underworld passes by, all things die and become involved in the past, future, and present of living beings. Let it become a part of Huangquan.

The more monks involved in Huangquan, the more terrifying its power becomes. It seems that he has cultivated to the extreme and can wander between reality and reality, attracting the souls of all living beings and integrating into them. Become an endless living being, where your soul returns. But according to some records, this race has completely disappeared. You, Master Hongjun, also peeked into some news about this clan from a secret realm. "

Xuan Qing's eyes widened, staring at the underworld here, he couldn't even imagine it. In the ancient times, there was such a race, such a kind of underworld.

I never thought that Huangquan was formed like this. Speaking of which, Xuan Qing thought of the underworld and its underworld. But in ancient times, there was no such thing as "underworld". Who knew that this encounter with Huangquan would be here.

Xuan Qing's heart was complicated: "Uncle Master...then this underworld..."

"It is said that the water of the underworld can attract the soul, temper the soul, and at the same time restrain the soul. Nowadays, such a river of underworld, I don't know if it can be collected." Tongtian murmured, flicking his sleeves, covering the distance The underworld seems to be put away.

Xuan Qing stared at it, and the same thing happened, and he used his magical power: "Such a mysterious thing, you can explore it even if you put it away."

Regardless of the underworld race or the underworld related to the prehistoric past. This kind of treasure will definitely not be a loss if you put it away.

Xuan Qing grabbed the river as if it were a divine dragon.

But in the Huangquan River, the rushing water suddenly heard endless harsh sounds. The sound penetrated and directly killed each other's souls.

There is a spirit in the Yellow River, and endless souls emerge in it, as if the souls of an era have been deposited. Now they are roaring and targeting the souls.

Even Xuan Qing, who was half-stepping into Hunyuan now, could not help but feel uncomfortable in his soul after being roared like this.

Xuan Qing stabilized his mind and even caught it. But I realized that the water of the Huangquan River was like a long dragon. Even if it flew up, it would escape.

"If you want to escape... don't even think about it..." Xuan Qing grabbed it again, as if grabbing seven inches of the underworld river water, causing it to roar again.

However, this Yellow Spring River water, even if it is divided, seems to be trying to escape.

Seeing this, Tongtian smiled: "Xuan Qing...To obtain the treasure, we need to pursue efficiency...cut it off and take away part of it. The remaining remains will be given to those who come after us to fight for it, so that we can get more." "

The sky-reaching sword energy passed through, cutting off one third of the Huangquan River water, and collected it.

When Xuan Qing saw this, he also caught him and said, "Listen to Uncle Master."

Xuan Qing also took advantage of the situation, cut off the next third, and then put it away.

The Huangquan River water whose source is difficult to find is left behind, and it is like crying without tears, roaring and towering.

Tongtian smiled: "Let's go and leave the remaining one-third to those who come after us. We will search for treasures ahead of time. In this way, we can get more."

Seeing this, Xuan Qing could only say: "Uncle Master is right."

Well, Xuan Qing took this opportunity to explore together seriously. In the past, when I found opportunities, I kept them to myself. Even if there are people exploring together, there are many witch clans around, no one dares to mess around.

Now, exploring with Tongtian, although we can forcefully collect countless treasures, there are countless opportunities ahead, so there is no need to waste time here.

For this reason, the remaining one-third of the Yellow Spring water has attracted many monks to compete for it. After fighting one by one, Xuan Qing and Tong Tian had already reached a deeper place.

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Now, Xuan Qing and Tong Tian are looking at the core place in the distance.

The surrounding thing is still the water of Huangquan River. I thought before that the Huangquan River water was very precious. But now it seems that it is not precious at all.

They are criss-crossing, like long dragons, all over here and around here. It seems to protect the core of this place.

Xuan Qing doesn't know how big this place is. But as you go deeper, you can see so much yellow spring water. It seems that the water flow just now was from the periphery.

Many water flows are arranged in a special way. Many Yellow River waters are intertwined and gathered together, like a vast ocean.

In the ocean, there is a sacred bridge that can't be seen to the edge. The bridge seems to connect the past and the future, and also seems to connect the endless void.

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Chapter 523

They are intertwined with each other, covering the sky and the sun, crisscrossing each other, and they look very mysterious. Especially the whole body is pitch black, which contains an indescribable Taoist charm.

"This yellow spring water, this bridge..." A special term has emerged in Xuan Qing's heart.

"Naihe Bridge." Tongtian suddenly mentioned this treasure.

Xuan Qing heard the words and stared at the sky: "Master, this bridge is also..."

"It is transformed by supernatural powers. Just like the water of the Huangquan River, Naihe Bridge is also a treasure that evolved from the magical powers of a special race. The knowledge passed down by your master Hongjun also involves this race.

It is said that there are many races in the unknown era. Among them, the Huangquan race is one of them, and this Naihe race is also one of them. This clan is also special, taking the form of a human with an old appearance. It's like the human race is old and decrepit.

One of the innate magical powers of this group is to condense a Naihe Bridge. Pull the divine object and cooperate with the magical power to turn it into the Naihe Bridge. Being able to guide the future and the past is like being able to erase everything of 23 sentient beings.

Secondly, this magical power can interweave divine objects and turn them into great weapons. Speaking of which, this is also a method of refining weapons that has been lost in ancient times. Use the divine weapon to refine your own innate magical power into a great weapon. Leading the great weapon, you can display powerful magical powers, which are even stronger when paired with yourself.

It's a pity that this kind of weapon refining method has been lost. Even the second brother has not created this method for so many years. "

What Tongtian said made Xuan Qing fall into some thoughts. Something is inexplicably wrong in my heart. Staring at this vast land, I always feel as if I have arrived in the underworld.

Seeing Huangquan River and Naihe Bridge, isn't this the underworld in memory? But isn’t the underworld the place of reincarnation? How can it be hidden here?

Xuan Qing was confused, Tongtian flicked his sleeves and put away the Naihe Bridge. This vast Nai River bridge was made from magical powers and seemed to connect the future and the past, but now it could not escape its restraints and was eventually restrained.

Tongtian observed a little, then threw it to Xuan Qing, as if he didn't care at all.

Xuan Qing took over the Naihe Bridge: "Uncle Master, this bridge..."

"Keep it for fun. There must be two of these great weapons refined by magical powers. Just like the Yellow Spring River, I saw one before, but now I see countless. You can meet the other Naihe Bridges later. In addition, this The real value of an object is not the weapon itself, but the magical weapon refining." Tongtian said casually, not caring at all.

Xuan Qing nodded and stared at the Naihe Bridge. I also feel that the aura emanating from it is an absolute innate spiritual treasure. Moreover, it is a great weapon based on some kind of magical power and refined into it. It would be incredible if one could understand this kind of weapon refining method.

As he thought, Tongtian continued to move forward with Xuan Qing.

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Along the way, we encountered many yellow springs and rivers. We also saw many yellow springs intertwining with water and converging to form an ocean.

Many currents intertwined and then condensed, forming a floating Nai River Bridge.

Some Naihe bridges have been broken. A few are completely preserved. Tongtian also took a few away, looking at the mystery in them, and prepared to study them for Duobao.

Xuan Qing looked at a small boat floating on the Huangquan River and put it away: "Uncle Master... so many Naihe bridges and this small boat are innate spiritual treasures. That can't be done, it's the treasure of that unknown era. Can innate spiritual treasures be refined in batches? Or is this the mystery of magical weapon refining?"

"I'm not very clear about the avenue of refining weapons. However, today there is the Qiankun Ding, which can reverse acquired things and turn them into innate things. Maybe there was a similar method in previous eras. If this is true, no matter how many innate spiritual treasures appear, , which is also normal." Tongtian also said casually.

Xuan Qing nodded in agreement and put away several Naihe Bridges. Looking at the broken boat floating in the yellow spring water, it is difficult to know what this thing is.

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But as you enter the depths, the endless Yellow Spring River and the many Naihe Bridges are all innate things.

There were many monks who followed, and they all started fighting over each other.

Now, Xuan Qing and Tong Tian finally crossed countless Huangquan, countless Naihe bridges, and saw endless ruins.

Yes, endless ruins. Many dilapidated buildings, intertwined with many skeletons, intertwined with endless decay, criss-crossed, showing the prosperity of the past. However, among the endless fragments, it is difficult to find something useful.

But just looking at the fragments, they look rotten, but they exude innate aura. It can be seen from this that they are all innate spiritual treasures. Every brick and tile is a spiritual treasure.

It can definitely be proven that in that unknown era, innate spiritual treasures could be refined in batches. It's just a refined spiritual treasure, not very powerful.

Gaze at the many fragments and ruins, searching for everything you can know. Unlike other monks, pursuing treasures and resources is different. After cultivating to the level of Xuanqing and Tongtian, what one pursues is knowledge, the ability to become a chaotic creature, and the wonderful method to go further.

Therefore, ordinary things are not valued at all.

Xuan Qing flicked his sleeves, and from the countless ruins, something with lines and aura was lifted up. I want to use the magic of time to peek into the past here.

It's a pity that this method was used without measurement. A kind of palpitations emerged, making Xuan Qing pause: "Uncle Master... This place is not an independent secret realm. It seems to be a prehistoric..."