Nearly half of the resources on the merit monument were exchanged by the monks in the forbidden area of the Daomen.

The resources that belong to the ghost path are exchanged by the Yin God of the Netherworld, and only a quarter of the resources fall into the many sects of the Three Thousand Daomen.

However, with this exchange of resources, they can see hope and no longer struggle as they once did.

In the forbidden area of the Dao Gate, a group of Jindan monks were looking at the resources piled up in the center of the dojo, the medicinal fragrance was overflowing, the magic weapon was glowing, and the resources were revealing the Dao treasure light.

"I felt like I was dreaming." A Jindan monk kept rubbing his eyes.

Qingxuan Sword Cultivator was holding a flying sword with a green glow, and he couldn't put it down, and he didn't mean to let it go at all.

"This time, our merits are limited, we can only exchange these resources, and we will vigorously strive for merit in the future, and after considering that each monk's merits are different, they have been recorded on the merit tablet, which can be distributed accordingly, and at the same time, our five Yuanying monks will contribute a part of their merits together and exchange for a spirit gathering array, which can gather the aura of Wanxian Mountain more densely." Yuan Chengzi said slowly.

For a moment, the Jindan monks cheered.

The Gathering Spirit Array is a very practical formation to assist in cultivation, if you practice in the array, the intensity of the aura will increase several times, and the cultivation can be described as twice the result with half the effort.

The whole Daomen, like a festival on this day, is full of festive flavor.

A treasure that can only be described in ancient books is actually presented in front of you.

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After finishing the affairs of the Hall of Merit, Fu Yang took out a map.

There are a large number of ghost towns marked on it, and each of them has relevant information that has been tested by the Tai Bai Xing.

The means of an immortal are unimaginable, and it is easy to turn into many clones to act together.

This is where distraction can be used. Not to mention an immortal with endless longevity.

A finger landed on a spot marked with the words "Fallen Heaven City".

Let Zi Yan order someone to pull the Huoyun chariot, and the eight Ziyan dragon horses will drag it, this is already Fu Yang's exclusive car in the underworld.

Big and Little Twin sat up with Mores, and the four of them looked a little crowded.

Just as he was about to set off, a figure blocked the way.

"Who? Don't die. The underworld also dares to play porcelain. Fu Yang couldn't help but say angrily.

A resentful face was looking at it, as if it had suffered a great grievance, and it was Li Qingchuan who came.

"My lord, have you forgotten the original agreement?" Li Qingchuan acted like a deep resentful woman.

The big and small pairs looked strange, Fu Yang was a little unnatural, and said, "It's a big fart, is it necessary to always care?" ”

"Yes." Li Qingchuan replied very firmly.

Ever since he practiced the Four Elephants Qigong, he has been stuck in a bottleneck, watching his companions surpass him one by one. The mood is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Take it, get out of the way, I'm going to do something." Fu Yang said.

As soon as the words fell, a black aura was thrown, and four virtual shadows appeared on it from time to time, which was very extraordinary.

"Thank you, sir."

After getting the coveted thing, Li Qingchuan immediately disappeared in front of Fu Yang, and he must have found a hidden place to refine. to improve cultivation.

As soon as Li Qingchuan disappeared, Fu Yang always felt that he had forgotten something. Holding his chin and thinking about it carefully, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said angrily: "This guy doesn't give money for taking things." ”

As soon as he woke up, Fu Yang was depressed, and this piece of four elephants was angry. It's nearly 10,000 merits.

But he didn't dwell on it, he couldn't run the monk to the temple, and when the time came, he would go back to the merit, and there was something important to do in front of him.

"To the Plains of the Fallen." Fu Yang said.

With a bang, the eight Purple Flame Dragon Ponies turned into purple light and ran towards the target location.

The Purple Flame Dragon Pony Clan was taken care of by Zi Yan in the capital city. There is a cultivation spirit together, not to mention that the number of clansmen is small, and the resources are allocated more, and besides, Zi Yan, a ghost spirit spirit, has been looking for ghosts and ghosts to fight landlords to win resources, and the overall strength of Ziyan Dragon Horse has been forcibly pulled up.

The speed of the Fire Cloud Chariot has made a qualitative leap.

Speeding all the way, the surrounding scenes are constantly stretching and extending, as if entering a time and space tunnel.

One day and one night.

The Fire Cloud Chariot enters the Fallen Plains.

The blood-red sky was snuggling, and the endless plains were covered with red grass.

It was as if there was a living being, spilling blood here, staining the originally lush green grass red.

Continue to march towards the Fallen Sky City, without the slightest intention of delaying.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting in the distance.

Immediately after, a white light flashed up, soaring into the sky, and a red blood light shot out.

"There are strong men fighting!" Mores was surprised.

Fu Yang didn't say anything, nodded in agreement, judging from the momentum of the two sky-rushing lights, it was equivalent to the Yuanying Monk.

To be able to have such a realm in the underworld, it is definitely not an idle person, Fu Yang wants to meet for a while.

"Towards the battlefield." Fu Yang commanded.

With a hissing roar, the eight Purple Flame Dragon Ponies galloped away.

However, after a while, Fu Yang and the others came not far from the battlefield, and there were two groups fighting.

One side is obviously a heroic spirit, with a unified standard battle armor on his body.

The other side looked different, a bit like monks, a little small in number, but a hundred people, basically wearing ornate robes and equipped with delicate weapons.

"My lord, those are the Tai Sui clan, the amazing spirit clan." A purple flame dragon foal explained.

"Tai Sui?" Fu Yang was a little confused.

There is also Tai Sui in the human world, like a living mass of meat.

It is rumored that Tai Sui meat can live forever, and many emperors in ancient times have tried to eat Tai Sui meat.

It seems that no emperor can live forever and not die, but Tai Sui is very peculiar, how much flesh can be cut off, and it can grow again, which is very incredible.

This characteristic led the ignorant ancient people to believe that eating Tai Sui could be like Tai Sui, and they could live forever.

In fact, it is a peculiar substance with certain medicinal value, and it is not such a miraculous thing.

Ten thousand years ago, it was divided into a category of ore, which was called meat jade.

A general, armed with a huge spear, danced with such vigor and resoluteness that ordinary people could not get close to him, and he was fighting a young man inextricably.

Not far away, there was a woman, holding two short swords in both hands, swinging out a series of sharp swords.

"Who is this person?" Fu Yang asked himself.

The general had an oriental face, as burly as a humanoid bear.

Speaking of which, in ancient times, anyone who could be a general was a bear, and Lu Bu was a bear, nearly two meters tall, with a broad body, swinging towards that, like a wall, it was hard to imagine that in that kind of environment in ancient times, such a tall person could be raised.

The main reason is that a big person has a lot of strength, and it is the most suitable to charge into battle, as long as you can know a few big characters and read a few books on the art of war of thousands of words, it is not difficult to be a general. (To be continued......)