In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest.

At first I could still feel the passage of time, but after a year I no longer felt that way.

About a year.

It feels like more than a year.

He had already forgotten time.

I just remember that when I opened the scarlet panel for the last time, the column for the banner owner was empty again.

I think Ding Xie should have returned to the Wanfa Sect and completed the physical training.

Otherwise, the banner column will not be empty.

Being inside a magic weapon and sealed in a jade box, even if you want to look outside, you can't.

Simply don't look or listen.

Tu Shanjun felt that he should get used to this kind of life.

Now that you have embarked on the path of immortality, you should be alone and lonely.

Thousands of great powers are attributed to oneself, just to become an immortal.

Standing in front of the steps of the Taoist temple on the short mountain in Bannerai.

dusk.

The layers of forest are gradually dyed.

The mountains are covered with maple leaves.

As the breeze blew, Tu Shanjun, wearing a black Taoist robe, stretched his waist.

Yawning, he threw his tall body on the lounge chair quite relaxedly.

He casually threw the bamboo slips aside on the chessboard table.

It disrupted the originally planned endgame of the game.

The black and white pieces were scattered all over the ground and rolled down the steps.

The magic weapon has been promoted to the middle stage and has 100,000 souls.

As a result, the misty world inside the magic weapon has become ten times wider, and it is not as crowded as before.

The small town at the foot of the mountain is also in operation.

When he is tired, Tushanjun will go to the small town for a walk.

The small world rotates according to Tushanjun's will, and it inevitably looks monotonous.

He could only try not to interfere.

Perhaps because this journey was too long, Tushanjun had already flipped through the books in his hands several times.

As a Golden Elixir cultivator, photographic memory is just a side effect of improving your cultivation.

There are no new classic techniques. Even if you do research, you can only make small changes in the original techniques, and you cannot make major changes by learning from other methods.

This kind of retreat makes people feel boring, even a little disgusting.

Tushanjun himself is a man who can practice asceticism, but days like this are really not considered asceticism, and we don’t know when it will end.

"How far is Yangcheng from the Netherworld?"

"It's been more than two years since the large spirit boat was sent to Yinfeng Valley for half a year."

I guess the days to come will be like this, counting the days on my fingers.

"Bitter!"

Even Tu Shanjun couldn't help but sigh.

Counting the days, I have saved fourteen copies of the Yingyue Golden Elixir.

Tu Shanjun once took out a portion and used it on the Golden Elixir Yin Shen. The effect was pretty good, and it was equivalent to the cost of a normal Golden Elixir cultivation elixir.

With such an effect, Tushanjun is already very satisfied.

After all, there was no such method to enhance the Yin Shen within the banner before.

However, if used on a Yin Shen with a low cultivation level, the body will explode. In the end, not only the elixir is wasted, but the Yin Soul needs to be consumed to re-condensate the Yin Ghost in the banner.

"It seems that it needs to be diluted."

Just as Yinhun Dan is divided into different grades, Yingyue Dan Liquid must also be divided into different grades.

Feed them all in one go, and ordinary ghosts are not as powerful as the powerful medicine.

Diluting the elixir liquid requires Tiancai Dibao auxiliary ingredients.

You can't just add a puddle of water and it will be diluted. The medicinal properties of the golden elixir will probably be destroyed by 80 to 90%.

It is really a waste of natural resources to chew peonies.

…

"Is the Valley of the Wind ahead?"

"The map shows it to be exactly what it is, and judging from its appearance, I'm afraid there's no other place to go."

The two people on the spirit boat were chatting normally.

"Hey, it is indeed the Valley of the Wind."

As the man said, the Yinfeng Valley sank into the cliff, and gray mist shrouded the low mountains on both sides, even spreading to halfway up the mountain.

The sunlight can only pass through the top of the cliff, but cannot penetrate the gray fog in front of it and shine into the Yinfeng Valley.

"Now that we've arrived at the place, let's put in what the employer needs to escort."

"You just want to throw it into the Valley of the Wind?"

"That's right."

The escort from the Ancient Immortal Tower on the Lingzhou took out the jade box entrusted by Ding Xie.

The mana circulated and plunged into the thick mist.

Like a meteor hitting the sea of ​​clouds, it burst into bloom in mid-air.

The seal on the jade box burned out quickly, and then the last stored mana poured into the jade box soul flag.

An inch of the soul flag turns into a Zhang Xu in the wind.

The main pole with dark gold patterns on the black background pierced the surrounding gray fog, and countless evil ghosts were crowded on the open black flag with gold edges.

"Why is there so much movement?"

"Don't worry too much. The Immortal Tower doesn't care about where it comes from. Let's go quickly. The Great Spirit Boat won't wait for us."

"Extremely yes."

The small spirit boat in the sky only flickered slightly before disappearing at the end of the sea of ​​clouds.

This was beyond Tu Shanjun's expectation.

Guxianlou's work is indeed very reliable. Not only did it not explore why there was such a big noise, it also never opened the employer's package midway.

Deliver things according to established procedures.

Tu Shanjun thought that it would take a lot of effort, or that he didn't follow the original plan, and someone took out the soul flag halfway.

I don't know whether I should be glad that things were done cleanly, or regret that I didn't follow the second plan.

…

The terrain of Yinfeng Valley is not dangerous, but it does not see sunlight all year round.

However, the towering ancient trees are still growing vigorously, breaking through the thick fog on the cliff.

The streams at the bottom of the valley converged into a river about two feet wide.

There were sounds of apes on both sides of the bank, and uncivilized spirits could be seen running around in the jungle everywhere, warily walking to the river to drink water.

The soul flag fell from the sky, causing a lot of noise, but it had already subsided after sinking into the cliff.

You can only see the release of the pressure carried by the magic weapon itself, but other than that there is no other impact.

Spirits that have not yet developed their spiritual intelligence often take a detour to the soul banner.

They can feel something wrong with the breath.

Just like different spirits have their own territory, after the Soul Flag falls, they also have their own territory.

After looking around, the surrounding vegetation was cleared away by the fallen soul flags.

The frightened wild beasts in the forest had long since fled.

Apart from the faint lingering evil spirit, there was no other movement in the soul flag.

The mottled evil spirit here is indeed full, and the concentration of spiritual energy is also good. Maybe a spiritual vein will be generated underground.
To be continued...