Although there are not many salt-producing places in the world, there are a few places, but if you talk about it, the salt lake near this Anyi, which is called Yuncheng Salt Pond by later generations, is the most special one.

In ancient times, the two emperors of Yan and Huang fought against Chiyou, and this salt lake is said to be the defeated place of Chiyou. Chi You was seriously injured and shed a pool of blood, which evolved over the years and finally turned into a pool of brine that is also bright red, which is now the salt lake. And the bright red brine was called "Chiyou blood" by later generations.

Nowadays, everyone in the world is a descendant of Yan Huang, and even cultivators cannot be separated from the blood connection with Yan Huang, so this Chi You blood is just an ordinary spiritual object for ordinary human cultivators, although it is rare, its use is extremely limited, and it can only be used as a refining material for individual magic weapons or a cultivation aid for exercises. But for spirit cultivators who are not human beings, this blood is a rare treasure of heaven and earth.

Therefore, whether it is the former Han family, or the later Zhang Yan, or the current Hedong Wang family, they are all very concerned about the management and operation of the salt lake. In addition to the economic lifeline of salt, another point is that controlling Chiyou blood is equivalent to holding all the surrounding spirit cultivators in their hands.

Somewhere in the brine pond in the salt lake, many mountain spirits and wild monsters are soaking in the pool water in their most comfortable positions, and the bright red brine looks like a cauldron full of red oil from a distance, and all kinds of precious or ordinary ingredients are tumbling in it. Cranes and roe deer huddle together, and under the vines stretched out wantonly, there are colorful laipi toads, although not appropriate, but they are indeed worthy of the sentence of ten thousand kinds of frost and heaven.

Although it is essentially similar to Chiyou blood, the brine in this pool is much worse than the serious Chiyou blood concentration, but despite this, the mountain spirits and wild monsters summoned by the Wang family still like to soak in it, although they can't make their skills increase, but the refreshing feeling of being filled with aura is enough to make them forget the grievances between each other and concentrate on enjoying this God-given beauty.

"Old monster Teng, what are you saying the Wang family is guarding against when they gather all of us?"

In the pool water, an old deer came out of the pool water, shook off the bright red brine on its head, and lay down in the pool water again. The mighty horn touched the snake-like old vine around him, and the old voice spat out from its mouth.

"It's called Fujisen......"

The old vine rolled for a while, but a slender human figure slowly emerged from it, although it was wooden, it had the agility and reality that ordinary sculptures did not have.

“…… Then what the royal family has to guard against, if I talk about it, I should know more than you. ”

"What is it! You know what, what! ”

But it was a toad that jumped out of the pond and landed on the entangled old vine of the vine fairy, and asked quite noisily. And as soon as it screamed, the attention of the spirits in the pool who had been soaking and enjoying themselves were all attracted, and even if they didn't look this way, their originally drooping ears were pricked up.

"Stay away from me, you pus-soaked thing!"

However, it was the vine fairy who waved a soft branch and swept the toad back into the pond, and she breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down the mood that had become worse because of the toad before continuing.

"There is a goddess who worships me, and a few days ago she was dragged to attack Nakasaka City, and not only was she killed, but she also lost half of the spiritual root I gave her - the one the Wang family wants to deal with, and the one who killed my goddess should be the same group."

"Kasaka...... Speaking of which, Xiaoqingtiao, aren't you from Kasaka, don't you know this news? ”

As he spoke, the old deer turned his head to look at the other side of the pool, where a small green snake with its belly facing up on the surface of the bright red brine pool looked like it was dead.

"I don't know ......"

The subtle bubbles spit out of the mouth of the little green snake, and the voices that were so thin that it was a little difficult to distinguish between men and women sounded, and the little green snake flicked its tail slightly, looking very tired.

“…… If it weren't for the Wang family's invitation to me, I would have had to sleep for another three or five years......"

Seeing that this little green snake was useless, the spirits could only give up, and they were talking about it, but they couldn't discuss anything. There is no way, Zhou Ping has not even been able to come to this Pusaka for half a year, and for them whose cultivation time is recorded in a hundred years, the changes in a short period of time are really not within their perceptibility.

And listening to the noise of these spirits, the crane Dao man turned his head silently, it knew, but it didn't say. It looked not far away, and the transparent sigil appeared from time to time, and under the sigil was what it really cared about.

The eyes of the people of Hedao are at the edge of the pool, which is really full of blood, and more than a dozen families in green clothes and narrow sleeves are busy, some of them are tamping the soil by the pool, and some are turning over, although they are doing their own work, but they are all looking at the group of bathing spirits from time to time. For them who are just ordinary people, it is rare to see so many spirits in their lives.

"Concentrate on it, don't look around!"

A boy in a brocade dress didn't raise his head, he was holding a compass that didn't match his dress temperament, and he was frowning and calculating something.

As early as thousands of years ago, people already knew the importance of Chiyou blood to spirits, and a certain ancient power built a magic circle on top of this Chiyou blood in order to allow people to always be above the spirits and prevent the strength of the spirits from growing excessively. As time passed, whether it was the local tycoons, the princes who stole the country, or the royal palace in charge of this blood, everyone did not forget to strengthen this circle from time to time, and over the years, this circle has not weakened, but has become much stronger than when it was first built.

This brocade-clad brother is the second son of the Hedong Wang family, and although he has been pinned on high hopes since he was a child, he finally proved that he has no potential to become a strategist, but he still knows the basic knowledge of the cultivation world, and this basic knowledge is enough for him to preside over the repair of this magic circle.

It's not very appropriate to say that it will be repaired, he has to open a small hole without affecting the operation of the magic circle, and then take out the Chiyou blood that should be distributed to these spirits - don't look at these spirits now, but they are all characters who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles, don't put Chiyou blood in front of them, and wait until the wave of thieves in Kabasaka comes, they don't help to make trouble, thank God.

"Second son, when are we going to pick up things......"

A family member was a little tired from hoeing, he stood up, hammered his sore and tired waist, turned his head and asked.

"Shh

The second son of the Wang family first made a boo gesture, looked left and right to confirm that those spirits were honestly bathing, and then lowered his voice and slowly spoke.

"Tonight...... sub-hours. ”