Chapter 875: Bluestone Fang

Qingshifang is a medium-sized square city under the jurisdiction of Xianfu, with the border of the bayonet, with a radius of nearly 100,000 square kilometers, there is only this one trading point.

Because of its proximity to the Dream Demon Valley, the resources here are very abundant, and many cultivators will come here to exchange materials, and over time, the Bluestone Workshop has developed and reached its current scale.

But after reaching this step, the bluestone workshop has come to an end.

It is basically impossible to go to the next level and become a large fang market, whether it is the density of aura or the resources, it is not enough to support it to go further.

Therefore, in the Immortal Mansion, ordinary people are reluctant to come to Qingshifang.

The big names of the Immortal Mansion were reluctant to come. It's not the same for ordinary monks, especially ordinary medicine pickers. In their hearts, they are all superior people who can obtain the right of residence in Qingshifang, and they have not seen it in further places, and they can't imagine it.

Every year, I don't know how many herb pickers fight for the right to live in a bluestone workshop.

Upper and lower faults, this is the current situation in Xianfu.

The layout of the bluestone workshop is circular, and the further you go, the more prosperous it becomes. There is a hill in the center of the center, which is the area with the strongest aura in Qingshifang, and it is also the node of the spiritual vein. The mountain is divided into nine floors. On each floor, there are caves for rent and sale.

The cave on the top floor is blazing inside.

The fire flickered and flickered, as if it was alchemy. After a long while, the light of the fire in the cave faded, and a middle-aged man in a purple and gold robe walked out of it.

"The quality of Reiki is too poor."

Wang Chenghai's face was a little gloomy.

He failed in the struggle in Xianfu some time ago and was forced to be sent to this place, and he had to be stationed for thirty years to complete the task. Because of this bullshit task, the Ziqiong Pill he planned was also wasted, and decades of hard work fell short, which made him not angry.

Walk to the platform on the edge of the cave and look down from the top of the mountain.

The bluestone workshop was hot, and ordinary people like ants were busy below.

The seventh and eighth floors of the mountain are empty, and the price of Qingshifang Lingshan cannot afford for ordinary monks.

"Where this bird doesn't poop."

Wang Chenghai scolded, when he came here before, he had heard someone inside the Immortal Mansion say that except for a few dream resources, there were no other precious medicinal materials in this place. Not to mention the demon beasts, even if there are outside, they are polluted by those twisted dream monsters, and there is no way to use them at all.

Especially the untouchables below, in Wang Chenghai's opinion, they are not even people!

All of them are stained with rich dream pollution, and they are dazzling no matter how you look at them. If it weren't for the fact that there were still some voices inside the Immortal Mansion, these polluted herb pickers would have been cleaned up long ago.

"What's the use of complaining all day? It's not because you took the things of the Holy Maiden Fang that you were sent to this place. ”

A person walked out of the cave next to him, this person was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, his face was thin, and he was wearing a wooden crown, looking extremely indifferent.

"That thing is mine!"

Wang Chenghai turned his head sideways, glared at the person who spoke, and shouted.

"It's useless for you to tell me this." The emaciated Taoist said with a flat face.

"I'm not from the Law Enforcement Temple, so I'm not interested in these things."

He was a monk of the Immortal Mansion who was sent to this place to garrison with Wang Chenghai, and unlike Wang Chenghai, he took the initiative to come.

The factional struggle within the Immortal Mansion is extremely fierce, and some people who have no backing will take the initiative to apply for decentralization in order to protect themselves, and the emaciated man is one of them.

"That slut! Sooner or later."

Wang Chenghai suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth.

The biggest reason why he failed this struggle was that he was yinned by that woman. Otherwise, with his background, he would never have been sent to such a place.

"Instead of complaining, it's better to think about how you've spent the past 30 years." The emaciated Taoist looked at the distorted scene outside, his gaze flat.

"Although the Bluestone Workshop is a bit remote, it is very close to the Dream Demon Border. There are many Dream Demon resources here, and if you put a little effort into it, you can also find a lot of good things. ”

"That was before, and now this place is almost abandoned."

Wang Chenghai naturally knew what the Weight Loss Daoist said, otherwise the Immortal Mansion would not have sent two masters to garrison it every year.

"Not really, the top golden man dream demon who came out of here three hundred years ago hasn't been caught yet? I heard that the True Immortal-level powerhouses all failed to keep him. ”

"Can you compare 300 years ago with now? Besides, the problem of the golden man and the dream demon."

Wang Chenghai did not continue, but ended the conversation impatiently.

He was in an irritable mood now, and all he was thinking about was how to make up for the loss of his failed refining medicine.

"Dream Demon Valley, I'm going to go over and have a look if I have the chance." The emaciated Taoist didn't care, the two didn't have much friendship before, and if it weren't for the task, they might never know each other for the rest of their lives.

Unlike Wang Chenghai, the emaciated Taoist has his own plan.

He came here this time to collect Dream Demon resources.

The Dream Demon materials, which are extremely expensive in the central area, are very cheap here. If you're lucky, you might even find some remnants of an intermediate dream demon.

Don't think about high-level dream demons and top-level dream demons, even if this level appears, it's not something they can deal with. Even if they occupy a geographical advantage, this level of dream demons is very difficult to catch, according to the calculation of the Xianfu Tiangong Palace, the dream demons above the advanced level can withstand the corrosion of the aura, and quickly learn their knowledge. Not to mention the top-level dream demons, there have even been instances of true immortal-level elders being taken away by top-level dream demons on the side of the Immortal Mansion, which is an extremely dangerous existence.

Airplanes!

The jade pendants on the waists of the two lit up at the same time.

"Is there really a dream demon sneaking in?"

Wang Chenghai was a little surprised, the jade pendants they wore were colluded with the Qingshifang Great Array, and the monitoring effect was stricter than the border checkpoint. The level of the detection stone is one, the detection level of the bayonet is five, and the detection level of the monitoring array of the bluestone workshop is six.

The more you go into the Immortal Mansion, the stricter the detection becomes, and it is said that the detection level of the Core Immortal Mansion has reached level ten, and no dream demon can sneak in.

After passing the central ring, polluting herb pickers are not allowed to enter.

In the world under the regulations of the Immortal Mansion, the level is so strict.

This is also the reason why Wang Chenghai will be so angry after being sent to this place. Because the world he lived in before was not polluted by life, the medicine picker was a potential dream demon carrier, and he was not in the same world.

"Lingtu."

Wang Chenghai waved his hand, and a roll of leather paper flew out of his cuffs, and in an instant, the scene of the entire Qingshi Workshop turned into a light curtain and appeared in front of the two of them.

"Gone."

Before Wang Chenghai could lock the position, the voice of the emaciated Taoist sounded.

(End of chapter)