The carriage was less than a hundred feet long, and the Ghost Dragon King did not dare to continue to move up. +, he did not fly, but felt the power of the law restraining him. If he flew up, he might have gone to another space.

The spatial connection of the maze is very strange, and it is a variable that is almost impossible to calculate directly.

The Ghost Dragon King suddenly felt a little overwhelmed and could only fly at an altitude of less than a hundred feet. It seemed to be a variety of performances, which did not match his identity as the Demon King.

The scenery on the ground changed rapidly. Ye Ting suddenly let the Ghost Dragon King fly at a constant speed, and the altitude was maintained at 80 feet. Nine demon eyes flew past the earth, and all the figures were remembered in the Taixu Divine Mirror. Ye Ting discovered a little of the rules.

Mountains, rivers and rivers are all array patterns, even a green grass and a stone are also part of the formation.

The entire maze is a huge life that can repair itself or even evolve itself. Perhaps it can give birth to wisdom. Seeing the smallest details, Ye Ting noticed the essence of the maze from the smallest details, corresponding to his home-to-door knowledge, and felt emotion. Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

With his realm, he could not calculate the secret of this complex maze, but after a door opened, he gained insight into thinking. The knowledge he came to the door was too grand and impossible to study everything.

Without practical comparison, you don’t know what knowledge is suitable for you.

Only by practicing everywhere can Ye Ting achieve what he has today. Only a good master cannot do it. Any monk can rely on himself in the end.

The Ghost Dragon King's speed is extremely fast, almost 60% of the maximum flight speed of the Qiankun Lock. When the mountain range where Tongche Mountain is located enters the field of view, the sky becomes dark, and the Ghost Dragon King subconsciously lowers the height because there are thunders gathering in the clouds.

"There is a demon king who has passed the tribulation. Ha..." Nagarjuna laughed out loud. If the demon king who has passed the tribulation was the legendary demon king in the town and was directly struck to death by lightning, it would have been a big advantage.

"Master, do you want to go there?" The Ghost Dragon King asked Ye Ting.

"Don't go, follow the map. Find that jade cave."

If there is no sect in charge of mining, the location where the jade mine is located will be dug by monks to penetrate deep underground tunnels, which are complicated and sometimes connected to each other.

The cost of mining jade in individuals is much higher than that of the sects. This kind of jade mine usually has very small reserves, and it will not take many years to dig it if it is processed by the sect. It will set up a protected area and sell the mining rights.

The sects that buy mining rights will continue to sell the qualifications to dig jade.

A casual cultivator may be able to dig for more than ten years before he can dig a piece of truly valuable jade. Even if he digs it, he may be plotted against by his companions and robbed by others. Most people work hard in the jade cave for half a lifetime and gain little.

Nagarjuna took out dozens of insect eggs from the air, sent them to the true energy to hatch, and threw them to the ground. These are small demon ants, specially designed for exploration of minerals, and demon ants will reproduce rapidly underground. They can become a huge population in just a few days.

These demon ants have a very short lifespan, only less than one year. But it is enough, Ye Ting and others will not linger here for more than half a year.

The location marked by the map is under a cliff, and there are dense caves on the rock wall. When the carriage falls, Ye Ting and others look at the fly monsters entering and leaving the cave. They are all laughing and crying.

Fly monsters, weak monsters, are almost killed in this world. Because monks hate the smell emitted by this thing so much that it is difficult to isolate any spell, unless you have reached the infant realm of practice.

According to the information provided by monks who specialize in studying monsters, the odor emits by fly monsters is more than 40,000 times that of feces. Moreover, this thing is contagious. If a fly monster appears in the mortal city, hundreds of thousands of people will die in less than a month.

This possibility is very low, but we have to be wary of it. As humans regain control of the world, monks searched for fly monsters where they could reach, killed them, and even burned the insect eggs to ashes.

After humans controlled the world, hundreds of monsters were among the culprits. This fly monster was the weakest, but it ranked tenth and was given priority to extinction.

It is easy to kill fly demons, and it takes a lot of time to clear the smell. Even if the Ghost Dragon King takes action, the odor here will not be reduced without ten or eight years.

"Take the responsibility of a monk." Ye Ting said loudly.

"Yes, the responsibility of the monk." Fengchan looked at the fly monsters entering and leaving the cave, and his eyelids twitched. The responsibility of the monk was to exterminate the demon clan that endangered humans. Otherwise, humans would never be able to reproduce and grow and would be restrained by the demon clan forever.

It is said that many monsters are not naturally generated, but weapons created by demons and immortals back then, and were born specifically to reduce the number of humans.

"Where are you two? Don't you want to take responsibility for the monk?" Ye Ting looked at Xiao Bai and Lu Yi.

Xiao Bai said: "I must go, but... I want to breathe more normal air here."

"I don't want to go, hey, it won't work if I don't go." Lu Yi said helplessly.

"That's all going? I won't force everyone." Ye Ting said seriously.

"Isn't it really forced?" Lu Yi asked.

"He lied to you." Nagarjuna replied on behalf of Ye Ting.

The atmosphere was a little silent, and Ye Ting suddenly said: "Although the smell of a fly monster is unbearable, if you extract essence and blood, you can extract something. What is the Buddhist name?"

"The beauty of the Five Emperors." Lu Yiyi looked unlucky and said, "A very powerful spice, the Buddha once fell from it."

"Well, the Demon Sect is called the Soul-Ti Xiang. If someone gets into this kind of incense when he is passing the tribulation, it is basically impossible to survive any kind of disaster. Many demon clans are killed by human cultivators like this."

"But there is no recipe, at least I don't." Fengshan said regretfully.

"Doing basic purification and handing it over to the sect is finally a wealth." Ye Ting was very tempted and raising the soul incense was a huge threat to him, but when someone made this thing, his devil-pulling jade money became a Taoist weapon and would not be affected by this incense.

"The smell of this fly monster has no way to block the nose. Everyone will find a way to do it." Ye Ting said, taking out two green leaves, rolled them into a cylinder, and stuffed them into their nose.

Of course, his leaves have mystery in them. As for how big the effect is, no one knows.

Fly monsters are rare scavengers. After being attacked, they release tiny powders with highly poisonous properties to kill the enemy. If you don’t attack Fly monsters, even if you pass by near Fly monsters and pass through the nest, Fly monsters will not attack you.

Ye Ting jumped on the back of the Ghost Dragon King, patted him and said, "Do you a favor."

The Ghost Dragon King naturally obeyed everything. If he didn't help, he would make him smell bad. The rest of the people were frustrated, and they all looked sad, but they had to follow Ye Ting.

Ye Ting didn't even get a weapon. Logically speaking, the Qinglian Sword Score is a magical weapon and will not be contaminated with a foul smell. But Ye Ting felt awkward and did not want the fly demon to be contaminated with any of his equipment.

The group approached the rock wall, Ye Ting took a divination and chose a relatively spacious cave to enter. The fly monster avoided it. The fly monster was only the size of a fist, with gray-white wings, and the head seemed to have tumors, blood red, with extremely thin skin, and liquid was seeped out from time to time.

Lu Yi was still entering the last time. After she entered, she casually put down the Buddhist niche behind her and blocked the exit.

Ye Ting was in the front, and after the exit was blocked, the Ghost Dragon King's mouth sprayed out a slender flame, burning it in the cave. As soon as the Ghost Dragon King's demon fire came out, the fly demon had no ability to resist. Wherever the flame passed, the fly demon's corpse fell down like rain.

However, the stench immediately spread. Ye Ting was protected by the Ghost Dragon King, and his secret leaves were stuffed into his nose. He still felt disgusting and wanted to vomit. This feeling has basically disappeared since his practice. I didn't expect that today I would feel the experience of a mortal again.

vomit……

Fengshan was the first to be unable to bear the smell and started to retching. At least he controlled it with his true energy and did not really spit out the things in his stomach.

Nagarjuna and Lu Yi both frowned and endured silently. However, Xiao Bai, whose sword light was round and flawless, could move forward calmly.

"It's so fucking smelly!" Nagarjuna mumbled.

The cave is not dark, and the demon fire of the Ghost Dragon King reflects the clear area in every corner. The body of the fly monster explodes in the high temperature, and the juice sputters around.

Ye Ting photographed the Ghost Dragon King, and the Ghost Dragon King said: "If the temperature of the demon fire is too high, everyone can't stand it. If you can't directly destroy these juices, the smell will be even worse."

The flames under the Ghost Dragon King's feet floated without touching the ground, and he also felt disgusted. Fortunately, the realm was enough, so there was no need to worry about his body being contaminated for the time being.

"Someone is dead here." Ye Ting pointed to a pile of white bones in the distant cave branch. The skulls were clearly from human monks, with obvious Taoist patterns on them.

"I've been dead for a long time." Xiao Baiping said calmly. The bones were smooth and there was no carrion hanging on them.

Ye Ting said: "Everyone works hard to kill and kill as soon as possible."

As he said that, a sword talisman in Ye Ting's hand flew up, and the green lotus bloomed in anger and spread in all directions. Lu Yi smiled bitterly, took a light white relics, activated the Buddha fire, and began to purify the cave.

This is a Buddhist secret method, and the effect is quite ideal. Everyone feels that the smell of stench has faded a lot, but there are more and more cracks on the relic.

Ye Ting just thought it was invisible. This kind of relics was purely caused by the Buddhist sect who served the Buddhist sect and burned them after they died. No one may have made them now, but there are a lot of inventory in any Buddhist sect.

This thing can be circulated as talisman money within the Buddhist sect. Buddhism calls this thing atonement relics externally, and when it is circulated internally, it is called evil money.

Except for humans, the Buddhist sect actually does not trust any race. Joining Buddhism is to atone for sins. What is sin? It is not that humans themselves are already the deepest sin.
Chapter completed!