Chapter 8: The Nine Murderous Burial Dragon Formations (2)

However, because Huo Junyuan set up a formation under serious injuries, the magic circle was not perfect, although the poisonous dragon died, its soul was still there, and the corpse poison would seep out from the ground, forming a colorful poisonous mist in the sky, causing the living beings to be poisoned, and at the same time, absorbing the land of heaven and earth and transmitting it to the dragon soul.

The dragon soul absorbs the qi of heaven and earth, and over time, it will eventually plague the world.

However, the dragon soul is born from the earth, which is yin, and its bones must be exposed to the sun for a moment or three, and then the harm can be eliminated.

It's a pity that when Huo Junyuan killed the poisonous dragon that day, the weather was cloudy for several days, and he couldn't afford to wait, so he could only wait for the descendants.

The power of the dragon soul is not comparable to the true body of the poisonous dragon, and he also laid a trick for future generations, that is, to attach a wisp of remnant soul to the bronze mirror of the magic weapon, so that on the day of the opening of the earth, he will definitely be able to kill the fierce dragon.

After Fang Ling finished reading it, he couldn't help but take a breath, it turned out that the cause of the strange illness was like this, and it was no wonder that everyone couldn't find the reason for the poisonous fog, it turned out that the poison from the bones of the poisonous dragon seeped up from the ground and merged with the air, and the reason why he was not infected with the poison was probably the result of this melting of the moon and the moon.

After familiarizing himself with the method of killing the dragon, there is a sentence written at the end, and later people can enter the ice pool, they must be martial arts masters or Xianmen disciples, hoping to be kind to the three-eyed arrow mink, although it is a fierce beast, but it is loyal.

In addition, there is a letter from home, if the descendants are interested, please help hand it back to the Huo family.

Fang Ling couldn't help sighing, and put the family letter in his arms, and there was a gold token of the Huo family on it, since he was entrusted, he would definitely go to Qin State in the future.

Next, Fang Ling squatted down and said to the three-eyed arrow marten: "Little mink, your master has entrusted you to me, are you willing to follow me to kill the soul of the poisonous dragon and fulfill your master's wish?"

The three-eyed marten was more than three hundred years old, and seemed to be proficient in human language, and it nodded slightly, its eyes were no longer guarded before, and it looked very docile, and then it raised its claws and pointed at the bones, squeaking.

Fang Ling knew that it meant to bury the bones, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what a loyal beast, it was too lucky to get this thing, but now was not the time to rejoice, everything could only be assured after the soul of the poisonous dragon was destroyed.

Fang Ling dug a square hole in the stone house with the horns of the fire pattern beast, buried Huo Junyuan's bones, and erected a stone tablet for him, and bowed cautiously.

The mink obviously knew that once it came out of the hole, it would not have a chance to come back, so it walked back step by step, with tears in its eyes, and when it came to the hall, it swallowed the seeds on the ground one by one back into its stomach.

When a man and a mink came to the entrance of the cave, they entered the pool, and the three-eyed arrow marten was also good at swimming, which saved a lot of trouble.

When Fang Ling swam out of the passage, looking at the Tianshan Ice Mother, his heart couldn't help but move, it was rare to see such a rare treasure, maybe when it would be useful, and this Tianshan Ice Mother would not melt even if it was exposed to the sun.

Although you can't take it all away, it's good to cut off a piece, the ice mother is as hard as steel, but it is not as hard as the fire pattern horn. So, Fang Ling cut a piece of it, and when he held it in his hand, he felt so cold that he almost lost consciousness, so he hurriedly returned to the passage and threw it into the medicine tripod, and then floated up.