Chapter 621: Ghost Roman Monk

He has been practicing for a long time, and three months have passed since Ye Chunyang built the cave.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged in the alchemy room, with the Liuwu Han Yuan Cauldron placed in front of him, but there was no light in the furnace. The whole room was quiet, with only a few spiritual grasses beside the cauldron shining with crystal light.

After several months of cultivation, these spiritual herbs have already had medicinal properties of more than two thousand years. According to Ye Chunyang's plan, he originally wanted to mature them to about five thousand years, but just three months ago he suddenly stopped cultivating them and picked them all. Come over.

In addition, there were several prescriptions on the desk in front of him, filled with all kinds of strange names of medicinal materials.

After staring at these pill prescriptions for a long time, Ye Chunyang finally chose the one at the edge and picked it up.

"These pill prescriptions are ancient pill prescriptions that were learned from the Lingyun Sect's Holy Pattern Cauldron. There are quite a few pills suitable for consumption during the mana period. However, judging from the many pill prescriptions, it seems that there is only this 'Tian Yuan Qi Gathering Pill'. 'It can increase the probability of advanced mana in the later stage."

"It's just that in addition to the spiritual herbs I have, the medicinal materials needed for this elixir also need to be found and smelted from the inner elixir of the Blue Water Golden Eyed Beast. Otherwise, even thousands of years of spiritual herbs cannot be refined."

"The Blue Water Golden Eyed Beast is an ancient water spirit beast that only appears deep in the ocean. Where can we find it in the Star Sea today?"

Looking at the prescription of "Tian Yuan Qi Gathering Pill", Ye Chunyang's face was a little uncertain. After settling down on the God Star Island, the most important thing is to break through to the late stage of magic as soon as possible. However, if the cultivation level reaches the bottleneck, if there is no opportunity If the auxiliary person only practices in retreat, the chance of breakthrough is really slim.

After several months of thinking, Ye Chunyang remembered the many elixirs he had accidentally learned from the Lingyun Sect's holy pattern cauldron when he first entered the immortal way. Sure enough, he found an ancient elixir among them that could increase decades of cultivation in a short period of time. However, The requirements for this elixir are so demanding that even though he has enough spiritual grass in his hand, he still lacks the inner elixir of a spiritual beast.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but smile bitterly. Speaking of it, this green water golden-eyed beast can be said to be a notorious water-attributed spiritual beast in ancient times. However, for some reason, it became extinct after the ancient monks disappeared one by one. Now let alone obtain the inner elixir. The chance of finding traces of this beast is almost negligible.

"I wonder if the Alchemy Association will have such a treasure?" Ye Chunyang touched his chin, suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but pick up a silver token and weigh it in his hands.

This order is the Elder Order of the Dan Society given to him by Old Man Chiyan. With this order, he can exercise certain privileges in the Dan Society, such as transferring supplies from each Dan Society branch, or summoning members of the Dan Society.

Judging from the old man's narration, the Alchemy Society also has a rich background besides the gathering of alchemists. Maybe there will be the inner elixir of the Blue Water Golden Eyes Beast, or the whereabouts of this beast can be learned from it.

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be a branch of the Danhui on the Divine Star Island. Why not go there and find out."

After thinking about it like this, Ye Chunyang packed up everything and opened the cave.

In order to avoid being noticed by others, Ye Chunyang strengthened the concealment formation before leaving, and only when there was no abnormality on the outside, he took the Shenhong away with confidence.

But just when he had just stepped out of the cave, a light suddenly flickered not far away. A middle-aged man who looked like a Confucian scholar flew down from mid-air, stopped in front of him and saluted him with a smile: "I dare to ask my friend, but... The owner of this cave?"

At first, Ye Chunyang was doubtful when he saw this middle-aged man, but after hearing what the other party said, his face suddenly turned cold. His cave had been covered with a magic formation. His formation attainments were either at the master level or he had special spiritual eyes and magical powers. The monks would never be able to see it, not to mention that this middle-aged man was only in the late stage of foundation building and would never be able to see through his magic circle. However, this person could tell the truth with one word, and I am afraid there is something fishy.

He looked at the middle-aged man coldly, wanting to see what the other person's intentions were, and then nodded lightly: "Yes, do you have any advice?"

"I don't dare to give you advice. I was asked to come here to invite fellow Taoist monks to talk to me. I hope that fellow Taoist monks will give me a little reward." The middle-aged monk said with a smile, looking modest and approachable.

"Entrusted by someone?" Ye Chunyang frowned slightly, "Entrusted by whom, and what do you want from me?"

He had only been in Tianxing Sea for a short time, and he didn't know anyone he knew. How could someone suddenly come to invite him?

"Fellow Taoist, you will know as soon as you follow me." The middle-aged monk avoided answering Ye Chunyang's question and said with a mysterious smile.

Hearing this, Ye Chunyang frowned even more and looked at the other party in silence.

The middle-aged monk's behavior was strange, but this made him curious. More importantly, the other party knew where his cave was. It was like a secret being revealed. If he didn't understand the other party's intentions, he would feel uneasy.

"Okay, I'll go with you and see who wants to see me?" Ye Chunyang said expressionlessly.

"Fellow Taoist, please follow me." The middle-aged monk said, smiling and leading the way.

Ye Chunyang didn't notice that there was something strange in the middle-aged monk's eyes the moment he turned around, so he didn't care about it and followed him calmly.

But not long after the middle-aged monk moved forward, Ye Chunyang discovered that they had faintly left Shenxing Island and arrived at a low valley outside the island. There was no trace of people around, but the middle-aged monk still did not pause and continued to remain silent. forward.

Ye Chunyang couldn't help but frown, and was about to stop and ask something, but saw the other party pause first and turn around to look at him calmly.

"Where exactly are you taking me to?" Ye Chunyang said with a gloomy expression.

This middle-aged monk was not in his eyes, but the other party would never bring him here for no reason. They had to find out what this person was up to.

"This is it." The middle-aged monk smiled lightly.

While he was talking, two strong winds came from the valley, and then the rainbow light gathered, and two figures suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged monk. When he saw one of them, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and immediately understood the whole story.

"Uncle Master, this is the man. I have been waiting for him on Shenxing Island for several months and finally he came out." A gloomy voice came from the other side. The speaker looked familiar. It was after he discovered the rich spiritual energy in Ye Chunyang's cave a few months ago. A young Taoist priest who plans to seize the opportunity.

Standing next to this person was an old Taoist wearing a gray robe. This man had silver hair that reached his shoulders, a golden crown on his head, and a faint wave of magic power flowing around his body. He was clearly a master in the early stages of magic power.

Ye Chunyang glanced slightly and saw that the formation was probably because the young Taoist priest refused to accept his slap and sent him down the mountain, so he specially brought helpers to ambush him.

He sneered in his heart, but showed no emotion on the outside, standing quietly and indifferently.

At this time, a spiritual consciousness coiled around him. It was the old Taoist who was detecting his cultivation level. However, the other party's spiritual consciousness was pitifully weak in front of Ye Chunyang. How could he find out his true identity.

"It turned out to be just a foundation-building monk."

After his spiritual consciousness probed Ye Chunyang's body, the old Taoist sneered lightly. Although he could not tell the specific cultivation level of the other party, judging from his vague and weak aura, he was definitely not a magic monk. He had heard the young Taoist priest complain. I really thought this person was a profound person, but now he seems to be just average.

"Boy, you were very majestic a few months ago. I wonder if you can still be so majestic today?" The young monk had a sinister smile on his face. The slap that day made him feel even more humiliated. He wondered when he, a proud genius, had ever suffered such humiliation. Today The purpose of finding this martial uncle in the mana stage was to avenge that one arrow.

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows, shook his head with a chuckle, and did not answer anything.

There are two foundation-building monks on the other side, one has an initial stage of mana, and his cultivation level is too low, so it is useless to say more.

It was okay for him to shake his head, but in the eyes of the young Taoist priest, it was a great irritation. It made him feel the humiliation of being ignored. His face suddenly became as cold as ice and he said: "You really don't know how high the sky is. How dare you be so crazy when you are about to die?" I’ll wait until Master Shi makes you into a puppet to see if you can still laugh?”

After saying this, he cupped his hands to the old man in the mana stage and said, "Uncle Master, this person will be of service to you."

The old man glanced sideways at him without saying anything, then turned to Ye Chunyang expressionlessly and said: "Boy, I'm Ghost Luomen Shi Feibo, I think you've heard of my name, don't say that I bully the younger ones." , since you have offended my nephew, come over and kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake. If your attitude is sincere, I may consider giving you a favor. "

"Kirama?"

Ye Chunyang seemed to feel that this sect was somewhat familiar. He had heard it occasionally in Xiuxian City a few months ago, but he did not have a deep impression. He only vaguely remembered that it seemed to be a second-rate sect, with many sinister behaviors and most of its disciples practicing demonic techniques.

After looking at this old Taoist, Ye Chunyang didn't bother to say anything to him. Although this old Taoist had cultivated magic power, in his eyes, this Taoist skill was simply childish and could not really pose a threat.

Seeing the indifferent look on his clothes, the old Taoist's originally careless expression gradually turned cold. He grinned and said: "Young man is quite arrogant. That's all. Since I agreed to my nephew to stand up for him, I had no choice but to do it reluctantly."

The old Taoist looked disdainful. He raised his hand as he spoke, and a spiritual light appeared on his palm, "If it's too late for you to beg for mercy at this moment, I may retain one of your spiritual thoughts at my discretion. Otherwise, it will be too late after I take action."

This veteran Taoist is good at refining puppets. Most of the monks who offended him in the past had their souls extracted and refined. Although Ye Chunyang had no grudge against him, the young Taoist's status in the Ghost Luomen was extraordinary, and this trip had promised him a lot. There is no reason to let go of the benefits.

But just when the old man was acting condescendingly, the next scene shocked him so much that even the aura in his hand couldn't help but tremble.

"Really? I don't know whether you are Shi Feibo or Shui Feibo, but soon you will know what regret is.

A faint voice came from Ye Chunyang's mouth, and his sleeves were windless, and a powerful and suffocating spiritual pressure burst out. The surrounding spiritual energy was boiling under its influence. In the blink of an eye, his obscure... The uncertain aura was like a surging tide, instantly overwhelming the three people present.

"Mid-Mana!"

The old Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and his pupils seemed to burst open with violent horror!