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Chapter 1115 Paradise

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    Shangguan Yan and Qing Yang¡¯s new residence is not far from the original inn, and they can come back to find others at any time.  Shangguan Yan had just broken through the seventh level of Qi refining before the primary election of the Saint Son, and became a quasi-Saint Son again. It was when he was least motivated to practice, and he was about to go to Wuliang Mountain in a month. From now on, these people from Tongcoff County  The old friends still don't know if they can see each other more often. Shangguan Yan simply doesn't practice in seclusion anymore. He just goes shopping with people like these from Tongcoff County every day to reminisce about the past.

    Qingyang did not practice in seclusion. There was not much use in practicing in his current situation. Repairing the cracks in the golden elixir was the most important thing at the moment. However, he could not let too many people know about this matter, so he went to see Old Man Zhi every day.  Accompany him on the streets to look for the materials for the Miyuan Gulingling Pill.

    Qingyang had found more than 60% of the materials before the start of the Holy Son primary election. However, the closer to the end, the more troublesome it became to collect the materials, and the efficiency was much lower than before. In a month, the two of them were just miserable.  I collected all the materials, but I didn't have time to refine the elixir.

    To be on the safe side, Qingyang prepared a total of four copies of the ingredients for the Mi Yuan Gu Ling Dan. He spent a total of more than two thousand spirit stones. Thinking that his defense was deep but not enough to attack, he bought a low-grade spirit sword to protect himself.  It cost more than two hundred spiritual stones.  As for the top-quality magical sword before, Qingyang gave it to Old Man Zhi as a thank you for his help during this period. After this separation, I am afraid there will be no chance to see each other again. Now Qingyang still has more than 600 spirit stones on his body.  , but he didn't dare to spend it recklessly. It would also cost money to rent an alchemy room to refine elixirs in the future, so he kept some spiritual stones just in case.

    At the appointed time, Master Jiaomu arrived at the place where the twelve quasi-holy sons lived on time. After everyone gathered, Master Jiaomu released the flying spiritual weapon and took them out of Kuzhong City.

    The distance between Kuzhong City and Wuliang Mountain is about 60,000 miles. Master Jiaomu's flying spiritual weapon is not very high-level and can only fly two to three thousand miles a day. They travel at dawn and stay overnight every day, and the 60,000-mile trip is enough to fly.  For more than twenty days, Master Jiaomu was the only one who controlled the flying spiritual weapon. Even though he had a deep cultivation level, he was very tired after so many days.

    Among the twelve quasi-holy sons, Qingyang is only familiar with Guan Yan. Although he also knows Jiao Chenfeng, Jiao Chenfeng is not familiar with him.  Chenfeng was vaguely hostile to him. Most of the remaining quasi-holy sons were familiar with Jiao Chenfeng, so they naturally had no good feelings towards Qingyang. Under such circumstances, Qingyang was too lazy to pay attention to them.

    There was no words all the way. After more than twenty days, they arrived at a stretch of mountains. They flew in the mountains for another day, until they encountered a valley shrouded in clouds and mist. Master Jiaomu then piloted the flying spiritual weapon down and passed through the clouds and mist.  The front suddenly opens up, as if you have arrived in a paradise.

    The entire valley is hundreds of miles in diameter, much larger than the Withered Tomb City. However, there are very few buildings in the valley. There are only some sporadic buildings in some inconspicuous locations, and the rest of the area is covered with various vegetation.  It is not covered with the kind of primeval forest of towering ancient trees, but with various exotic flowers and plants, dotted with spiritual trees and spiritual fields, lakes and ponds complement each other, spiritual animals are auspicious and leisurely and peaceful, there are mountains and water, trees and flowers, and the scenery is beautiful  , it looks pleasing to the eye.

    Seeing everything in front of him, Qingyang couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Compared with the Withered Tomb City where monks gathered, this kind of environment is the place where immortal cultivators should stay. Only by ignoring worldly affairs and focusing on cultivation can you go further. No wonder the infinite  The Holy Lord can become one of the seven overlords of the Fallen Ghost Abyss.

    The arrival of Master Jiaomu had already alarmed the people in the valley, and soon an early-stage Jindan monk flew to greet him.  Zhenren Jiaomu recognized this person as Zhenren Simu, the envoy of the Infinite Saint. After reminiscing about old times, the envoy took them to a courtyard deep in the valley.

    After arranging a place to live, Master Jiaomu finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked: "Master Simu, I see that Wuliang Mountain is deserted. Could it be that the people from other immortal cities haven't come yet?"

    Master Simu nodded and said: "That's true. The Infinite Holy Lord has ten immortal cities under his jurisdiction. This time, your Dry Tomb City is the first to come back, but now it's not long before the deadline required by the Holy Lord. At most half  In a few months, everyone else will be able to come.¡±

    Regarding the matter of sending prospective saints from major fairy cities to Wuliang Mountain to participate in the final election of saints, Holy Lord Wuliang had time requirements. Master Jiaomu was worried about delaying things, so he held the preliminary elections of saints in Kuzhong City early.  He brought these quasi-holy sons from Dry Tomb City to Wuliang Mountain early, but he didn't expect that he was too aggressive this time and was the first one to come here.

    But now that you have come, you just need to wait a few more days. Anyway, it is not a long time before the deadline. Master Jiaomu did not dwell on this problem anymore, but asked: "Master Simu, can the Infinite Saint Lord be on the mountain?"  ?I want to take this opportunity to visit his old man."

    ?Master Zhenmu said: "Although the Holy Lord is on the mountain, it is a bit unlucky. His old man has some things to do. I specifically asked him not to disturb him. The visit cannot be done for the time being."

    "What is the Infinite Saint Lord busy with? Do you need my help? When will it end? I can make some preparations in advance." Master Jiaomu said.

    Master Simu shook his head and said: "It's just some private matters of the Holy Lord. He doesn't want outsiders to know, so don't ask. As for when it will end, I can't say for sure. Maybe in three to five days, maybe in less than half a year, you  I also know that the Holy Lord always likes to act casually, and if he never shows up, I am afraid that the final election of the Holy Son will be postponed."

    Master Jiaomu, as the city lord of Kuzhong City, one of the ten immortal cities under the jurisdiction of the Infinite Saint, has had many dealings with the Infinite Saint. He naturally knows that what Master Simu is telling the truth is true. Although the selection of the Holy Son is important, the Infinite Saint  Zun is also used to being casual. Maybe he won't show up for a long time because of some trivial matter. They and others can only wait here, hoping that this time it will be faster.

    There is no other way. The monks in Kuzhong City can only settle down in this courtyard temporarily. Master Jiaomu is better. If he has nothing to do, he can go to Wuliang Mountain to catch up with other golden elixir monks. The same cannot be said for the quasi-holy sons below. They  I had no acquaintances in Wuliang Mountain, so I was afraid that I might offend the wrong people or violate the taboos of the Wuliang Saint, so I could only stay in the yard every day.

    Fortunately, we are all monks, and we are used to loneliness. If we have nothing to do, we can only practice in seclusion. Although we don¡¯t know what the final test of the Holy Son will be, the more we improve our strength, the more confident we will be. If we break through the current bottleneck, we will be more likely to do so.  The Holy Son has been chosen, so if you don't sharpen your weapon in battle, it will be useless.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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