Immortal Road

After confirming that the beast was fine, Ishikawa began to observe the black-gold stone.

This stone should have just appeared in the Immortal Mansion, otherwise the beast should have shown signs of poisoning.

"Could it be something from that batch of magic tools?" Ishikawa guessed secretly in his heart.

This highly toxic material was the first time Ishikawa had seen it. If he wanted to refine it into a magic tool, it would definitely cause a lot of damage to the refiner. But adding it to a magic tool would definitely greatly improve the magic tool.

Ishikawa secretly guessed that perhaps the Spirit Sword Sect did not want its disciples to be hurt during the refining process, so it gave it to the Spirit Sword Pavilion to do it.

Ishikawa took a piece of black iron, dug a hole in the middle, and carefully put the black-gold stone in. Before he figured out what the black stone was for, Ishikawa decided to hide it in the snow.

After dealing with these, Ishikawa exhaled lightly and walked slowly in the Immortal Mansion.

After pulling out a large number of herbs last time, a lot of loess was exposed. In the past few days, Ishikawa has planted a lot of spiritual herbs, which have begun to grow slowly.

A large clump of green thorns has also grown. It seems that this kind of spiritual herb is very easy to grow. The thorn bees have long moved their homes to the green thorns. There are three beehives left on the ground.

Ishikawa picked it up and shook it gently. There was still a lot of honey in it. These honeys must also contain the nectar of the monster-attracting grass, so Ishikawa carefully put it into the storage bag.

Ishikawa also collected the blooming spiritual flowers to prepare for the refining of Lingfeng Brew.

After everything was packed up, Ishikawa swallowed a condensation pill, practiced for a while, and then left the fairy house.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and Ishikawa was about to put away the formation and walk into the interior of Qingcang Mountain. Suddenly, Ishikawa heard someone running in the distance.

Ishikawa's face changed slightly, and he stopped moving.

After a while, a cultivator in a green robe ran out from the dense forest. Although he was only at the eighth level of Qi training, he ran very fast, as if there was wind under his feet, even faster than Ishikawa flying on a sword.

Just as Ishikawa was secretly surprised, an old man with a white beard flew out of the dense forest on a sword and instantly flew in front of this person.

"Senior, I have not offended you, and I have no hatred with you. Why do you want to kill me?" The eighth-level cultivator of the Qi training period saw that he could no longer escape, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Wind-running boots, the speed is not slow!" The white-bearded old man had a stern face and a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Senior, you know these boots. They were passed down to me by my master, Zi Yang Zhenren. I hope you will consider my master's face..." The cultivator of the Qi training period said hurriedly.

"Zi Yang has been in meditation for more than ten years, but even if he is not dead, I am not afraid of him." The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, and pulled out a white thread as thin as a hair from the whisk in his hand, and tied up the Qi training cultivator tightly.

"Senior, I am really not the person you are looking for. I did not kill anyone from your Lingjian Sect. The four brothers and sisters of our sect just entered Qingcang Mountain today." After the Qi training cultivator was tied up by the thin thread, his face became horrified.

"I know whether it is or not, I will know it at a glance." The white-bearded old man sneered, stretched out his hand to grab the Qi training cultivator's head, and muttered in his mouth.

"You actually used such an evil method as soul-searching!" The Qi training cultivator shouted in horror, and then a layer of black mist covered his face. Soon, his eyes lost their brilliance and became dull.

After a moment, the white-bearded old man threw the Qi training cultivator four or five feet away, just next to Ishikawa's hidden formation.

The white-bearded old man shook his head, and a layer of black mist covered his face.

It seems that the white-bearded old man did not get any useful information from the Qi training cultivator.

Ishikawa's face was shocked. In just two days, he actually saw two foundation-building cultivators here, and the arrival of this foundation-building cultivator was particularly shocking to Ishikawa.

Through what the dead Qi training cultivator said, Ishikawa learned that this person was from the Lingjian Sect. And there is no other explanation for being able to attract a foundation-building elder of the Lingjian Sect to come here in person from afar, except to avenge the destruction of Qu Changgong's physical body.

"This old man should be Elder Qu of the Lingjian Sect." A trace of cold sweat ran down Ishikawa's face.

From the few conversations just now, it can be guessed that this foundation-building cultivator came with great momentum and wanted to avenge Qu Changgong, so it is inevitable that he is a little eager for quick success and kills whoever he meets.

In addition, Ishikawa did not expect that this person came so quickly.

Although the white-bearded old man stood with his back to Ishikawa, Ishikawa clearly felt a sense of spiritual detection. And more than once.

The old man seemed to have noticed something strange here.

Ishikawa was shocked and looked into the groove. There was actually not much spiritual stones left in one groove. Ishikawa quickly took out thousands of spiritual stones and threw them in. He filled each groove to the brim and even overflowed before stopping.

After a while, the old man picked up a black wooden sign, looked at it carefully, flew up the flying sword, and escaped into the dense forest.

Ishikawa exhaled lightly, but he still didn't relax in his heart. In this way, Ishikawa couldn't leave the formation. Once the slightest breath leaked, the old man could find him through the black wooden sign.

The body of the Qi training cultivator was only a few feet away from Ishikawa. As long as Ishikawa slightly left the formation, the pair of popular boots, whose name even the foundation-building cultivators knew, would enter Ishikawa's storage bag.

And this dead eighth-level Qi training cultivator definitely had more than just this treasure on him.

It is impossible to say that he has no attraction to Ishikawa. Ishikawa's escape speed was extremely fast. If he put on these wind boots and used the golden speed talisman and tried his best, his total escape speed could be comparable to that of a foundation-building cultivator in an instant.

However, Ishikawa did not take any action. Ishikawa did not think that this foundation-building cultivator was so generous that he recognized the boots but did not take them away. Even if he could not use them, he could give them to the Qi training disciples in the sect.

Ishikawa swallowed a few more pills and began to practice. Ishikawa had made up his mind that he would never leave this formation within a month. Only in the formation can he be truly safe.

Three days later, the body of the Qi training cultivator had dried up a little. It seemed that no cultivators came here at all, otherwise they would not let this person's storage bag lie here.

Ishikawa smiled coldly. These few days, it seemed normal and calm, but in fact, Ishikawa would find several slight divine thoughts passing by every day, as if they were investigating something.

This divine thought was very slight. If Ishikawa's divine sense was not strong enough, he would not be able to feel it at all.

This shows that the white-bearded old man did not go far at all, but was secretly observing here. He may have vaguely discovered that Ishikawa was here, but he could not figure out the specific location. He could only hide in one place and wait slowly.

Ten days passed...

Twenty days passed, and Ishikawa did not do anything except adding spirit stones and taking pills.

Occasionally, he entered the fairy house, picked spirit flowers, watched spirit bees come in and out, played with strange beasts, and picked some Qingming tea. It was a pity that Ishikawa did not bring too much water with him, so he could not enjoy Qingming tea.

In a flash, after the spirit flowers in the fairy house were basically collected three times, it was already the thirty-first day since Ishikawa killed Qu Changgong.

The body of the Qi training cultivator had long disappeared without a trace under the wind and sun, and the beasts' eating. Only a storage bag and a pair of boots were left not far from Ishikawa.

Very abrupt.

And no cultivators have passed by here. According to Yu Qianhui, at this time, there should be many cultivators going up the mountain to collect spiritual flowers to brew Baihua wine, but why are there no people here?

As long as the pair of boots and the storage bag are still there, Ishikawa will not leave the formation at ease.

Ishikawa made up his mind. Anyway, there is still some time before the beginning of the ancient ruins, so Ishikawa is not in a hurry to leave. Although there are not a hundred kinds of spiritual flowers in the fairy house, there are definitely dozens of them. Although the quality of the "Baihua wine" refined in this way is very low, it also has the function of replenishing spiritual power.

Moreover, the five spiritual grass has also shown signs of blooming recently. Ishikawa hesitated whether to add some flowers of the five spiritual grass into it. The quality of the Baihua wine refined in this way will definitely be greatly improved.

In the next few days, although Ishikawa was still the same as before, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. After all, the speed at which the formation consumed spirit stones was very fast. In a month, more than half of the ten thousand spirit stones had been consumed. Fortunately, Ishikawa had a lot of spirit stones on him. If it were other cultivators, they would have gone bankrupt long ago.

One day, Ishikawa had just finished practicing, stood up, and relaxed his body a little. Suddenly, a sword shadow flew out from the dense forest.

Ishikawa looked closely and found that it was the white-bearded old man, Elder Qu of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Elder Qu waved his hand casually, "Boom! Boom!" Several golden lights opened the vicinity of Ishikawa's formation.

The formation shook for a while and almost couldn't resist. Ishikawa's face changed slightly, and he immediately prepared to escape. Elder Qu's golden light hit somewhere else, almost hitting all the surroundings with golden light.

Ishikawa secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Elder Qu didn't find Ishikawa's specific location, but just bombarded it as a whole.

However, Ishikawa still couldn't help but worry, although the breath seed on his body disappeared. But if Elder Qu didn't leave, Ishikawa couldn't leave this place.

In another month, the ancient ruins will be opened. Although Ishikawa didn't have any advance preparations, waiting any longer is not a solution.

Seeing Elder Qu so angry, he should be unable to wait any longer.

Elder Qu looked extremely angry and flew back and forth above the waterfall.

At this moment, a green figure rushed from a distance.

"Who is coming? Going wild near my Qingyun Sect!"

Ishikawa looked closely and found that this person was the foundation-building cultivator from Qingyun Sect. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart. This person came at the right time.

"Qu Zonglie of the Lingjian Sect." Elder Qu said coldly.

"People from the Lingjian Sect? What are you doing in my Qingcang Mountain?" The foundation-building cultivator of Qingyun Sect said unhappily. Obviously, he was worried that Qu Zonglie would discover the secret behind the waterfall.

"Qingcang Mountain doesn't belong to your Qingyun Sect either. I can come if I want to, and leave if I don't want to." Qu Zonglie said unhappily.

"Humph! It depends on whether you have the ability." The Qingyun Sect's foundation-building cultivator flew out a flying sword, spitting out a ball of flames from his mouth. In an instant, the whole sword was like a torch, shining brightly under the daylight.

"Does my Lingjian Sect still fear you?" Qu Zonglie has been a little anxious these days. He has been waiting for a month but has not found the murderer who killed his own relatives. He clearly felt that he was here, but he couldn't find where he was. He was just thinking of having a big fight to relieve his resentment.

The purpose of the foundation-building cultivator of Qingyun Sect was to lead Qu Zonglie outside the waterfall, so as to prevent him from discovering the secret behind the waterfall. So they fought and retreated, and soon, the two escaped hundreds of miles.

From the beginning of the battle between the two, Shichuan paid close attention. After the two went far away, Shichuan immediately put away the formation, put on the wind boots as quickly as possible, picked up the storage bag, cast a golden talisman, and fled away.

Shichuan tried his best, and only heard the wind whistling in his ears. The speed of the wind boots was extremely fast, and he had already run five or six miles in an instant. And in this five or six miles, Shichuan also found a large number of corpses of cultivators. It must be that Qu Zonglie hid here and killed all the passing cultivators.

However, at this time, Shichuan had no time to care too much. He ran all the way and ran for about dozens of miles. Shichuan immediately rearranged the formation.

Released his spiritual consciousness and carefully checked whether there were any cultivators coming around.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the formation was almost set up.

"Hoo!" There was the sound of a foundation-building cultivator flying on a sword.

Shichuan's face changed slightly, and he flashed into the formation, filling the four grooves with spirit stones, not daring to breathe.

As soon as Shichuan entered the formation, a divine thought passed by in an instant.

"Swoosh!" Qu Zonglie flew over Shichuan's head on a sword.

"Qu Zonglie, if you have the guts, don't run!" The Qingyun Foundation-Building cultivator stopped above Shichuan and shouted.

"Ao Guang, you ruined my big plan. I'll settle accounts with you when I find that damned junior." Qu Zonglie's voice floated from a distance, and I'm afraid he had already escaped for dozens of miles.

After Ao Guang, the foundation-building cultivator of Qingyun Sect, left, Shichuan breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he feel relieved. It seems that this time, he is finally safe.

However, in order to avoid Qu Zonglie's counterattack, Shichuan did not leave immediately, but stayed in the formation for another three days.

During these three days, there were groups of cultivators at the fourth and fifth levels of Qi training passing by from time to time. Shichuan also knew in his heart that without the spiritual breath seeds, Qu Zonglie could not estimate his general location.

Unless he killed all the cultivators in Qingcang Mountain, he could not find himself.

In addition, Qu Zonglie and Ao Guang had a battle. As a foundation-building cultivator of Qingyun, Ao Guang would not allow Qu Zonglie to kill Qi training cultivators at will, otherwise how would Qingyun Sect save its face?

Although trapped for a month, Shichuan did not waste this month. The cultivation in the formation allowed Shichuan to vaguely touch the threshold of the tenth level of Qi training.

Three days later, Shichuan put away the formation, hid his cultivation in the fourth level of Qi training again, and headed towards the depths of Qingcang Mountain.

Along the way, Shichuan collected spiritual flowers and transplanted all the spiritual herbs he could find into the Immortal Mansion.

Occasionally, he met some monks who looked at Ishikawa walking alone with surprise, but Ishikawa didn't care.

When brewing Hundred Flower Wine, the more spiritual flowers there are, the longer it can be stored, and the better the quality. However, the monks here usually use nearly a hundred common spiritual flowers, and after brewing for dozens of days, they sell it. Generally, few people store it for a long time, because the supply of Hundred Flower Wine is in short supply. No matter what the quality is, as long as it is taken out, someone will definitely buy it.

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