"Not the Rest?"

Wu Chen looked at Yun Banfan suspiciously, thinking that he had just asked if the other party knew about Xiyang, Yun Banfan nodded, thinking that he really knew, and it was estimated that he had only seen the word Xiyang.

If you really knew about it, you wouldn't ask such a question.

You must know that in the era of the coexistence of the eight ancestors 10,000 years ago, whenever there was a living world, it often caused the competition between the nine ancestors, and Emperor Xuan and Xuan Sheng could only join in the fun from afar.

If Wu Chen's photograph was Xiyang, I am afraid that those Xuandi who have been hidden for many years in Zhongzhou, and even the old monsters of Xuansheng will only rush to Zhongzhou without their lives.

There are only two functions of the soil, one is to nurture the herb elixir like the spiritual soil, the herb rooted in the soil, even the eighth order can rise to the first order, the first-order of the herb elixir is called "the living dead, flesh and bones" is not an exaggeration, it can be seen that the soil is against the sky.

Another effect is to make the Nine Ancestors inevitably moved.

There were scattered fragments of the Heavenly Dao Law in the resting soil, and it was the Heavenly Dao Law that suppressed the top of all the monks' heads.

No matter what kind of monk it is, once the cultivation has reached the upper third order, it is no longer of much effect to simply immerse himself in cultivation, why are there so few upper third-order monks on the Xuanwu Continent, and even now there is only a third-order Xuandi powerhouse like Jian Yi, the sect master of the Hidden Sword Sect, on the bright side of Beizhou, the reason is that the existence of the third-order monk has gradually threatened the existence of the Heavenly Dao Law.

If a monk of the upper third order wants to continue to break through the realm and step to a higher level, he needs to constantly perceive the laws of the Heavenly Dao, obtain the recognition of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and after accumulating to a certain extent, he will naturally enter the next realm smoothly, but it is very difficult to get the recognition of the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

It's like asking you to forgive a person who threatens you with a knife, of course, there will be monks who do the opposite, just like the cultivation avenue of sword cultivation, that is, going against the way of heaven, and comparing the sword to the sky, so the realm of sword cultivation is often slower.

With the arrival of the Levant Soil, the situation was reversed.

The scarcity of the stinging soil was so rare that some monks thought of finding another way to replicate the stinging replacement.

It is not easy for the monks to tinker with these, and the lowest cultivation is afraid that it will be the last level of the third-order monks, but it is still like moving sand and reclamation, and the seabed is waterlogged, and it is out of reach.

After accumulating years, there was finally a monk who made a small breakthrough, and he was an upper-third-order old demon cultivator who knew that his cultivation was hopeless for a breakthrough.

This old demon cultivator is also a genius, the cultivator can perceive and gather the rules of the Heavenly Dao on his own, the laws of the Heavenly Dao possessed by a monk and monk are inconspicuous, how huge the Heavenly Dao laws possessed by millions, tens of millions, or even trillions of monks should be gathered together, even if they are not as good as the earth, they will always have an effect.

But it was impossible for so many monks to voluntarily hand over their Dao Fundamentals, so this old demon cultivator began a hundred-year plan, provoking a contradiction between the two secular dynasties.

Don't think that ordinary mortal people will not exist in the laws of the Heavenly Dao, in fact, it is not, but whoever lives on the Xuanwu Continent will be bound by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, but it is just more or less.

Pharmacists are already rare, and pharmacists among demon cultivators are even rarer, and that old demon cultivator is not only a pharmacist who does not mix any water, but even a rare half-footed pharmacist who has entered the heavens.

With heaven and earth as the furnace, the hundreds of millions of mortal dead between the two secular dynasties are used as medicine to condense the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and there is the best upper-level spiritual soil that the old demon cultivator can find to inherit the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

This kind of cruel practice naturally aroused the righteous indignation of Xuan Xiu and Wu Xiu, who were also human races, and before the strong people in Wu Xiu and Xuan Xiu attacked, the old demon cultivator was one step ahead of time to attract the suppression of the laws of heaven, and the calamity descended, and under the calamity, the soul was gone, the ashes were destroyed, and the bones were also gone.

However, the imitation of the Soul Soil under the Old Demon Cultivator's life refining was miraculously preserved, but the trace of the Heavenly Dao Law fragment originally contained in it was gone, but the upper-level spiritual soil that condensed the essence and blood of hundreds of millions of people, although it could not make the eighth-order Xuancao grow into a first-order Xuancao, its effect was far from being comparable to that of the upper-order spiritual soil.

The old demon cultivator called himself the Blood Demon Ancestor, and the spiritual soil he refined was also called blood soil by the monk who discovered it.

Originally, when the blood soil was successfully refined, it exuded a strong smell of blood, and the blood was soaring, and it could even be perceived from a distance of several miles, and it was worthy of a bloody word.

After experiencing the suppression of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, the blood soil suddenly became bland, like an ordinary handful of soil.

The birth of the blood soil naturally shocked the monks on the Xuanwu Continent, and at the same time caused a bloody storm of competition for the blood soil.

More monks began to take the risk of violating the law, trying the old demon cultivator's methods, but they found nothing but the misery of life.

The monks' attempts brought nothing but destruction to the mortal dynasty.

For a while, it also caused a lot of riots, and in the end, it was one of the Eight Ancestors, Wu Zu, who personally suppressed it, and Wu Chen at that time conducted a curious study of the refined blood soil, and found that what he got was something completely different from the Xi Soil.

Since the Old Demon Cultivator, no monk has been able to imitate the Rest Soil to the extent that the Old Demon Cultivator prevents it from becoming a blood soil. Bloody soil also became a short-lived swan song.

Wu Chen was about to open his mouth to explain to Yun Banfan on the side that Fang Cai's black soil name was not bloody, and as for the origin of the blood soil, he also planned to show off to the other party.

Before he could speak, Wu Chen suddenly noticed a faint fluctuation of his divine consciousness that was not normal, and the next moment he closed his eyes tightly, quietly and invisibly released all his divine sense, looking for clues.

Yun Banfan was originally suspicious of Wu Chen's sudden pause, but looking at the sad frown that was almost condensed on Wu Chen's closed eyes, he also faintly sensed that something was wrong.

After turning around, Wu Chen's eyes facing the direction of the Heavenly Dao Tower were still closed, but his divine sense arrived at the Beizhou Heavenly Dao Tower at a rapid pace, crossed the simple layers of defenses on the surface of the Heavenly Dao Tower, and stopped in front of a closed gate, the center of which flashed with a soft white jade light.

The Heavenly Dao Tower, which has not yet been built, is very weak in terms of divine consciousness, but its reaction ability is particularly not weak.

After sensing several powerful breaths coming towards him, Wu Chen gave up the idea of continuing to investigate, and retracted his divine sense in an instant.

He Qianjun, who was the founder of the surge, said in front of the empty crystal curtain: "You don't have to chase him, I'll just handle this matter." ”

The powerful aura that Wu Chen felt also disappeared because of He Qianjun's words.

The smile on He Qianjun's face, who was sitting on the wooden chair, became more and more intense, and he scolded with a smile: Little fox.