Chapter 39: Fourth-order Medieval Ruins

Miasma Cloud Mountain.

The miasma within a thousand miles dissipated, revealing the deep blue sky.

This scene lasted only a quarter of an hour, and the miasma from all directions filled the miasma gap in this area again.

The cracked ruins, the rich spiritual light is still surging.

At the edge, three figures were awkwardly embedded in the rocks, and the spiritual light was dim.

Where is the majesty of the Jindan Zhenren.

Xuanling Zhenren stood up from the ruins with his own life magic weapon, the water divider, which had cracks.

His gorgeous robe was dim, and the restrictions on it were covered with burnt circles, and there was still black gas.

He looked at the direction of the three large cracks, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Ahem, quickly send an order to block the market to prevent the scattered cultivators from running away!"

As he said, a jade talisman appeared in Xuanling Zhenren's hand, and the order was conveyed.

In the other two directions, Jiu Ling and Tian Yang Zhenren, who were also seriously injured, also reacted and took out the communication jade talisman to pass on the order.

Zhenren Jin Yang showed a murderous look, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have listened to you. It would be better to round up those scattered cultivators and kill them at the beginning. Now the ruins are exposed to the world and all the scattered cultivators know about it."

Zhenren Xuan Ling frowned, "It's not too late now, Jin Yang, why don't you personally suppress them, so that the scattered cultivators won't run too fast and get into the deep mountains and old forests. As for here... Jiu Ling and I will watch."

In the eyes of Zhenren Xuan Ling, there is no difference between taking action before and taking action now, and it is impossible to trap all the scattered cultivators in the market.

So the original method was not wrong.

Besides, the decision they made was just to be on the safe side. Not only the scattered cultivators, but also the family cultivators in the market have corresponding arrangements.

The only thing they didn't expect was that they not only failed to break the ban, but also stimulated the spiritual veins deep in the ruins of Miasma Mountain.

The formation masters sent by the three major sects also died in the ruins as the ruins turbulent.

Even the three Jindan Zhenren almost died in it.

"How big a wave can a group of ant-like cultivators stir up? The disciples of the sect are enough to suppress them."

Jin Yang snorted coldly, "Besides, I am worried about leaving you here to watch!"

Soon, the three Jindan Zhenren sat down cross-legged. Each of them was seriously injured, but no one intended to leave to heal.

In this way, each of them took the elixir and was extremely cautious in healing. They looked at the ruins for a while and then looked at each other.

Xuan Ling and Jin Yang sometimes glared at each other, and later, perhaps because they thought the other was too ugly, they all looked at the beautiful woman Jiu Ling Zhenren beside them.

After the two real people stared at each other for a long time, Jiu Ling Zhenren spoke: "Everything will be discussed after the arrival of my Youhuang Valley Master. Before that, no one from our three sects may enter the ruins."

When Jiu Ling Zhenren just sent the message to the market, he had already sent the message back to the sect.

Of course, Xuan Ling and Jin Yang Zhenren also sent the message, but they did not speak out.

The three Jindan Zhenren came to Zhanyun Mountain as a result of the personal discussion of the three major sects' masters.

After all, when the ruins were discovered, only the broken fourth-level restrictions appeared, and not much opportunity information was exposed.

The three people's strengths were not much different, so they could just restrain each other.

But now it's not possible.

The formation master sent by the sect didn't know how to trigger the restriction, which directly caused a great turbulence in the depths of the ruins.

Such a dazzling and strange scene, even the three Jindan Zhenren who were on the periphery were seriously injured by the shock wave. It can be imagined how great the buried opportunities are.

The three real people seemed to be monitoring each other, but they were also sensing the quality of the surrounding spiritual energy.

Even the spiritual energy fluctuations rushing towards the three directions of the market town have reached the third level, and the concentration of spiritual energy in the depths of the ruins is estimated to be the fourth level.

The fourth-level spiritual vein!

There is no such thing in the entire wilderness.

The fourth-level spiritual vein, plus three third-level spiritual veins attached, and the number of second-level spiritual veins that have not been determined.

No matter which era it is placed in, it is the foundation of a Yuanying sect.

Maybe it is nothing in the Middle Ages, but in today's era, the Yuanying sect can be the world.

Maybe in addition to the fourth-level spiritual vein, there is also an opportunity to advance to the Yuanying level.

Compared with the opportunity of the Yuanying level and the fourth-level spiritual vein, the life of a casual cultivator is as light as a feather.

Preventing the spread of the news is the top priority.

If the news spreads to the Tiannan Xiuxian world and attracts the Yuanying Zhenjun to take action, what will happen to their three sects of Bishui, Youhuang, and Tianyang?

Even if it didn't spread to the Tiannan Xiuxian world, it would be troublesome for the sects of other countries in the wilderness to get the news.

Fortunately, this is deep in the wilderness, thousands of miles away from the Chu State.

The strange phenomenon released by the ruins was directly suppressed to the lowest level under the thick miasma.

"Jiu Ling is right. From now on, no one from our three sects can enter the ruins."

Jin Yang Zhenren said.

"Wait for the arrival of the sect master and then make a decision."

Xuan Ling Zhenren didn't say anything, obviously acquiescing to this decision.

Before the Bishui Sect opened up the wasteland, it chose to build a market in Yunmeng Mountain because it found a second-level spiritual vein at the foot of the mountain.

The market built by Youhuang Valley and Tianyang Sect is also the same.

Now it seems that the spiritual veins under the three major market towns are integrated with the ruins under the Miasma Mountain.

Over the long years, the world has changed, the environment on the surface has changed, and the real essence is covered in the depths of the earth, and the spiritual veins have also been broken due to earthquakes.

Therefore, the spiritual veins under the market town will show only the second-level level.

Because their three sects tried to break the ban of the Miasma Mountain in succession, the spiritual energy was turbulent, and the broken spiritual veins were washed by the spiritual energy of the main vein, and they recovered to the third-level level at once.

The three Jindan Zhenren guarded in three directions respectively. They seemed calm on the surface, but their minds were full of thoughts.

The three people were all thinking about the ruins, and they didn't pay too much attention to the problems of the casual cultivators in the market town.

There were foundation-building cultivators leading the market town, and hundreds of disciples in the sect. Most of the casual cultivators could only stay in the market town obediently.

After all, only a few could escape into the wilderness, and there were vast wilderness and mountains blocking them, with thousands of difficulties and dangers.

Just relying on a casual cultivator at the small Qi training level to cross thousands of miles of miasma wilderness?

He really thought he was the son of destiny.

Using the disciples of the sect to hunt him down was just to be on the safe side.

A real dragon jumped out of a loach, you are in ancient times.

Times have changed, fellow Daoist, loaches are loaches, and small fish can't make a difference.

…

Anwen Mountain.

Shen Lian looked at the sky from afar.

Finally, he was sure that he was looking in vain.

He could only roughly see the miasma surging in the distance, and he couldn't see more.

He couldn't see the scene, but he could guess that it was definitely from the direction of Yunmeng Market.

It's just that the range of this fluctuation was too wide, and he could still sense it even if he ran thousands of miles away.

Soon, Shen Lian's figure disappeared in the jungle.

Back in the cave, looking at the black-horned ants, he felt that it was time.

In the past six months, most of the first-level low-grade monster bones purchased from the market were fed to these monster ants.

After his cultivation at all costs, the number of demonized black-horned monster ants under Dahei has reached more than 260, of which more than ten are comparable to the cultivators of the first level of Qi training.

These black-horned monster ants have mastered the ant nests within a radius of five miles in Anwen Mountain.

The strength of a single ant is small, but it cannot withstand the large number. There are traces of ants everywhere in the forest.

Through Dahei to control the black-horned demon ants, the black-horned demon ants control the surrounding ant nests. Shen Lian always observes the movements nearby.

Raise ants for half a year, use ants for a lifetime.

The real test has come.

With this batch of black-horned demon ants as a foundation, it is time to send them out to explore the way in advance.

"Hiss--"

Dahei crawled in front of Shen Lian, shaking his antennae ingratiatingly.

Shen Lian knocked on its hard horns.

"Go, gather all your descendants and get ready to work."

"Hiss--"

"Work hard, and the master will find you a beautiful demon woman in the future to improve the ugly appearance of your descendants."

"Hiss--"

Dahei was stunned for a moment, and his two antennae shook like rattles in excitement.

As if he had been injected with chicken blood, he shouted at other black-horned demon ants.

"..."

Under Shen Lian's arrangement, the black-horned demon ants divided into more than ten teams and began to head towards the northern jungle, starting to check for exploration sites and demon beasts along the way.

...

Ten days later.

In Qianyun Mountain.

The spiritual energy of the two figures dissipated, and they hurriedly walked through the forest.

"Hurry up, the monks of the Bishui Sect are about to catch up."

...

Hiss--

Under a broken dead tree in the distance, a black head with long horns was exposed, and two dangling tentacles were colliding under the long horns.

The head plunged down, dug the soil on both sides, and drilled into the depths of the earth.

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