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Chapter 449 Feng Shui Pattern (for Subscription)

The sky and the earth are empty, boundless as far as the eye can see.

The majestic mountains rise and fall, like several big dragons entrenched, surrounding a majestic boundary in the middle, with no end in sight.

Outside these mountains, in a grass pavilion.

A monk wearing cassock with a smile on his face remained motionless, as if standing for a long time.

The monk's face is young, but his eyes reveal the vicissitudes of life, making it impossible to judge his exact age.

The drizzle dripped down, rattling, gradually increasing in size, and soon formed small puddles one after another on the ground, curled up with fallen leaves, and fluttered everywhere.

Under the rain, the monk still looked out of the pavilion with a smile on his face.

In the northern part of the pavilion, on a small barren hill, the ground suddenly trembled, a piece of soil was lifted, and an ugly figure with a short body less than 1.5 meters drilled out from it.

The figure had a strange smile on his face, holding a green lantern in his left hand and a shovel in his right hand.

"It's messed up, it's messed up, it's going to be completely messed up now, quack quack..."

Suddenly, the ugly figure changed his face, noticed the monk in the grass pavilion, and said with a quack smile: "You thief baldness has not passed away thousands of years ago, and even you have appeared. This is more fun, quack..."

"Amitabha, the poor monk comes from the sea of ​​suffering and goes to the sea of ​​suffering. Where there is the sea of ​​suffering, there will be the poor monk. Donor, the poor monk sees you sinking in the sea of ​​suffering for a long time. Why don't you let go of your burden and serve my Buddha?"

The monk laughed.

"Let go of your mother's dog fart!"

The ugly figure laughed and scolded: "You thief bald boy is showing off your fallacies in front of me. All the people you have saved over the years have become demons, and none of them will end well. What are you doing here? You want to wait Who is it?"

"Amitabha, the Buddha said that everything depends on fate, and everything depends on determination!"

The monk laughed.

The ugly figure grinned strangely, climbed up from the pit, carried a lantern and a shovel, and limped towards the grass pavilion.

In the distance, a figure emerged.

A tall and thin figure with broad shoulders and three long swords behind him, one mouth is black, one mouth is red, and the other is green, walking from the rain curtain, dimly flickering, fast to the extreme.

When this figure was approaching, there was also a figure approaching from the south at an extremely fast speed, like a scarlet rainbow, wearing a long robe with wide sleeves and bloody hair.

In addition, a figure appeared in the north, wearing a black robe, surrounded by Yin Qi, vaguely accompanied by a ghost, coming from the rain curtain, the sound was harsh, and the space was darkened.

Suddenly, when the blood-robed figure in the south and the black-robed figure in the north approached the grass pavilion, they all paused, narrowed their eyes, and looked forward.

They first looked at the tall and thin figure with three long swords on their backs, and then at the other two people in the grass pavilion, with uncertain expressions on their faces.

"Yin-yang gravedigger, a man who crosses the sea of ​​bitterness!"

The blood-robed figure in the south spoke indifferently.

He was Xue Li, the deputy lord of the Blood Sea Sect who appeared in the Broken Soul Forest that night.

The black-robed figure in the north swept his eyes and showed a strange smile.

"It's really fate that everyone gathered here, it seems that they all came here for that matter!"

The black-robed figure laughed.

Xue Li glanced at him coldly, and said, "Is the Heavenly Ghost Sect going to be born?"

"hey-hey…"

The man smiled, noncommittal.

Between the sky and the earth, the cold wind suddenly rushed, and the rain curtain intensified.

There was a rattling sound on the ground, and bubbles appeared one after another.

The three kings, Shen Qingfeng, who carried three long swords on his back, appeared in the grass pavilion with a faint breath.

"Amitabha, good and good!"

The monk clasped his hands together and smiled.

The gravedigger next to him also laughed strangely, glanced at Shen Qingfeng, then at the two people outside, and said with a smile: "You are a bald thief and you say you have no purpose, so many people gathered here, I am afraid they will all be caught by you." Calculate and come!"

"The Buddha said that everything depends on the destiny, everything depends on the decision. Anyone who meets the poor monk here is destined, and in the future he must take the [Three Days Immortality Pill]!"

The monk had a smile on his face, and spread his palms, and three black pills appeared, wrapped in mysterious power, and shot towards the third king, Shen Qingfeng, and the two outside the pavilion.

The eyes of the three were fixed, and they did not refuse, and grabbed the pill.

The third king, Shen Qingfeng, took a deep look at the elixir in his hand, and said, "I want to know where the chaos is first?"

The gravedigger laughed strangely, and said: "If you ask him this question, you might as well ask me. He will definitely answer the Buddha saying that you can't say anything. This smelly monk is not only fooling, but also killing people!"

The third king Shen Qingfeng's eyes sank, he looked at the gravedigger, and said, "Do you have a good opinion, Master?"

"There is no high opinion, but there is one low opinion. I just dug it up and looked at it. The six kings died, and the feng shui pattern has been broken. The central and southern regions will be the first to be in chaos. The grievances of the gods that have been suppressed by you for many years are about to come back. Hey, hey, if you move your whole body, once you let out the grievances of the gods, the other patterns will be in chaos!"

The gravedigger laughed.

The third king, Shen Qingfeng, said with deep eyes, "Central South Region, Meteor God Realm..."

"Quack quack..."

The gravedigger laughed

The third king, Shen Qingfeng, frowned instantly.

The two people outside the pavilion were also lost in thought.

Meteor God Realm...

This place is different.

The black-robed figure quickly sneered, and said: "The Supreme Ancient Dynasty has been maintained for too long, and the suppressing parties are out of breath. It should have collapsed long ago. Compared with the Supreme Ancient Dynasty, I am more curious about the ancient jade bi , the two seniors should know more or less?"

"Quack quack, I know if I know it, but I'm afraid you will die to get it."

The gravedigger laughed strangely again.

"Amitabha."

The monk also had a smile on his face, unfathomable.

"Dare to ask the seniors for advice!"

The black-robed figure said.

Xue Li on one side also looked at the two of them.

"There is no need to worry, the news will soon spread all over the world, you want to know? You still have to go to the Meteor God Realm!"

The gravedigger chuckled strangely.

The black-robed figure and Xue Li narrowed their eyes.

It's Meteor God Realm again!

What secrets is this place hiding?

The place where the Fengshui pattern was first broken, and at the same time, the ancient jade bi appeared there?

Several people's hearts were tumbling.

…

The great black plain is vast and sparsely populated, and it can be seen for countless miles.

Seen from above, the seven core ancient cities are each more mysterious than the other.

A trace of strange air emerged from the ground, spreading across the wilderness without sound.

These strange qi seem to have life, and they specially pick some dirty places to surge away...

Some corpses that had been dead for a long time suddenly squirmed slightly, as if they were resurrected.

Time slows down.

Tongtianjiao.

Holy space.

Qi Yun has successfully brought in all the medicinal materials. After two days in a row, duplicating and refining, he produced tens of thousands of Bigu Pills. However, his Bigu Pills cannot be called Bigu Pills because they are not pills. Instead, it was boiled into liquid medicine, bowl after bowl, just like those holy medicines.

In the final analysis, it still belongs to him who does not know how to make alchemy, and can only brew it as medicinal materials.

But fortunately, the brewed liquid seems to have miraculous effects.

He tried it himself, drinking a bowl of liquid medicine made his stomach swell, he was even fuller than taking Shiquan Dabu pills.

Now two full days have passed, and he is still not hungry at all.

This shows that the [bigu porridge] he refined is still effective.

It is clearly recorded in the alchemy book that one grain of Bigu Dan can last for one month without eating.

Even if he got a discount on his bigu porridge, it wouldn't be bad if it lasted for fifteen days.

Satisfied, Qi Yun called the group of beasts and began to let them eat bigu porridge one by one.

During this period of time, this group of monsters were so hungry that they were basically stealing ginseng. All of them were shiny and thick, and even their scales became thicker and wider than before.

Although he has a lot of ginseng, he can't stand the spoils of these monsters.

Monster beasts stepped forward one after another, and quickly swallowed all the medicinal liquid in the bowl.

Even the little water emperor and the nine-tailed scorpion are the same.

But this little water emperor is really weird, other monsters are full after eating a bowl.

However, he drank three full bowls of this thing, and the little Water Emperor hadn't eaten during this time, so he was fine.

Qi Yun secretly marveled.

Soon, these monsters were sent out by him, and he himself took out another bowl of medicinal liquid.

Xuanji Dan!

Take one pill, you can increase your skill by one Jiazi.

Qi Yun raised his head and drank a bowl, opened the panel to look over, and soon frowned, then drank the second and third bowls.

He drank three bowls in one breath, finally there was movement in his body, a blazing hot current surged out, roaring towards his limbs and bones, tearing his body apart.

At the same time, the writing on the panel began to change.

Vitality: 245+20 (can be improved)

Spirit: 145+8 (can be improved)

Energy: 235+15 (can be improved)

Qi Yun showed excitement, and immediately clicked from top to bottom.

Soon, HP changed from 245 to 280

Spirit changed from 145 to 165

Energy changed from 235 to 275.

Points changed from 5850 to 5175 in an instant.

Qi Yun's eyes flickered, and he let out a mouthful of turbid air, feeling that his body, which was still swollen and about to crack, recovered instantly, and he was full of energy and became stronger.

He stared at the numbers of the three major items on the panel.

Did these three bowls of medicinal liquid improve Yijiazi's skill?

So, it's the golden core middle stage now?

He closed his eyes and looked inside at the golden core, and it was indeed a few circles bigger than before.

Qi Yun looked at the remaining liquid medicine, brought the bowl again, and poured it into the abdomen.

After drinking three more bowls in one breath, the writing on the back became upliftable again.

He showed his face and clicked again.

Swipe!

from top to bottom.

HP changed from 280 to 300

Spirit changed from 165 to 170

Energy changed from 275 to 285.

Points changed from 5175 to 4950.

The handwriting on the back becomes unpromotable again.

Qi Yun moved his body, and soon frowned.

The magnitude of the increase became smaller.

Not as big as before.

Is it only the first time you take it, the medicine is the most effective?

He looked at the remaining liquid medicine and poured down several bowls again.

However, as he guessed, he continued to take it, and the writing on the panel never changed.

Qi Yun was thinking.

Even so, he was content.

With his current strength, he should be in the middle and late stages of Jindan.

One step further is the Golden Core Late Stage, and then the Golden Core Dzogchen.

He showed satisfaction, and with a swipe of the palm, the Blood Demon Tower and the Crystal Flying Sword flew over, and began to sacrifice again.