There is no sun and moon in the abyss, it is always dim, and there is no sound on the blue and secluded grassland, and the dead silence is terrifying. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With a soft "click", there was an extra straight passage in the grass more than one person high, and Chen Xian, who was covered with scratches on his white clothes, walked out of it holding the star-mark sword.

Chen Xian's face was a little regretful, the eighth-grade blood lotus was a high-grade innate spirit treasure in the end, and it was not possible to refine it to the twentieth layer of prohibition in a short period of time and master its wonderful use. He relied on the realm of the Golden Immortal, and after breaking through the first ten layers of prohibition in one go, the further back he went, the longer the time for refining the first layer of the prohibition, and finally after refining the fourteenth layer of prohibition, he felt that it would take at least two months to refine the next layer of prohibition, and it might take four or five years to refine to the twentieth layer of prohibition, and he decisively stopped refining the eighth-grade blood lotus.

He came to the abyss in search of treasure, and he couldn't give up a large forest for a small grass, although he hadn't found it yet.

However, refining the eight-grade blood lotus, and feeling that it contained a different Dao rhyme from the soul suppression seal, Chen Xian's cultivation has also been improved, reaching the peak of the early stage of the Golden Immortal, as long as there is a little chance, he can break through to the middle stage of the Golden Immortal.

When Chen Xian analyzed the innate runes brought by the eight-grade blood lotus, he compared it with his own spirit rune treasure body, adjusted the matching relationship of the spirit runes in his body, and made the continuity between the spirit runes more coordinated, and he didn't want to accidentally improve his cultivation, but it was a little unexpected.

"It seems that in the future, when cultivating, we should not only improve the grade of the spirit runes, but also pay attention to the matching between the spirit runes. Chen Xian walked aimlessly, while thinking about the future path of cultivation in his heart.

I also wandered around this gloomy grassland for a few days, and although I haven't found a way to break the formation, I have also found some tricks, such as not walking in a straight line, so that I don't go around the same area, and when the time is right, I can adjust the direction to explore a larger area.

Zhou Zhiyuan is a treasure land, Chen Xian walked around this grassland for a long time, and found three spiritual power fluctuations, but it made him a little regretful, he didn't find any magic weapons, but dug out a few thick bones with strong spiritual energy.

It can be eroded and immortal for hundreds of millions of years, neither turned into fly ash nor turned into stone, and can survive like those high-level magic weapons, the original owner of the bones should be first-class, but unfortunately, Chen Xian does not have the habit of refining magic weapons with corpse bones, nor is he a perverted bone collector, after finding out that it is a bone, he buried it back.

After walking for another half a day, Chen Xian suddenly stopped, and he found that there was a very strong spiritual power fluctuation in front of him.

This situation shows that there is either a heavy treasure ahead, or the strong man who dies here is very strong.

Magic weapons, weapons and other self-defense things, as long as they are not blown away or destroyed, will basically be at the place where they fall, so Chen Xian did not hesitate, followed the induction in his heart, and walked forward directly.

After advancing two or three miles, Chen Xian stopped and looked at the place in front of him where the grass grew twice as tall as other places, and the grass could be used as a tree, and he was silent.

The growth of weeds is so good, which means that the nutrients are good, and as for the nutrients, they are the flesh and bones, essence and blood of those who are strong.

After sighing for a moment, Chen Xian pulled out the Star Trace Sword and cut off the barren grass that was nearly 1,000 zhang long and nearly 300 zhang wide.

Archaeological excavation requires professional tools, but unfortunately Chen Xian didn't have it, he had to take some rough methods.

"Whew-"

Chen Xian swung out four sword qi in a row, and along the tangent line, he drew four straight lines that were ten zhang deep.

Chen Xian shook his head, he was not very satisfied with these four swords, too, the sword qi that could break the Yue River outside was only cut into the ground for about thirty meters, and it was normal to be dissatisfied.

After pouring the True Yuan into the Star Scar Sword, Chen Xian thought about it and made it drill into the ground, slashing horizontally and repeatedly.

After separating the ten zhang of dirt above this meadow from the lower layer, Chen Xian withdrew the Star Mark Sword.

"I can easily carry a thousand-zhang peak outside, and I don't know if I can lift this piece of land in this abyss where gravity is extremely large. Chen Xian rubbed his hands after thinking about it, and a layer of white and red scales quickly climbed on his hands, and his nails were half a foot long.

"Drink!" Chen Xian snorted, squatting down suddenly, his sharp claws inserting into the hard soil like tofu, only reaching his elbows.

"Click......

Chen Xian's ten claws were spread out, and he grasped the surroundings steadily.

"Get up!" Chen Xian thought about the appearance of lifting the barbell in the future, bowed his waist, and struggled to lift his hands.

With a "bang", the ground moved.

"Bang!" Chen Xian threw himself on the ground, feeling the dragon's waist shift.

Twisting the waist bar twice, twisting the twisted spine back into place, his hands returned to their original shape, and he pulled them out of the soil.

After a hundred days of breaking his muscles and bones, although Chen Xian is a strong resilient dragon, it will take a day or two to recover when he twists his waist, which makes him speechless.

"It's so heavy?" Chen Xian stroked his somewhat sore waist and walked along the edge cut by the sword qi.

"It looks like the whole piece can't be moved, so it has to be cut smaller. Chen Xian thought as he walked.

It was a shameful thing to waste time, Chen Xian swung out four sword qi, and after cutting the land into nine pieces evenly, he released the ice Jiao, and worked with himself to carry a nineth-part of the rock formation from the ground.

"Click......"

After luck shook this flat clod of earth, which was like a small hill and harder and heavier than iron juice casting, Chen Xian asked Bingjiao to go over to see if there were any treasures.

Bingjiao stretched its lower muscles and bones, swelled to a length of about ten zhang, and after rolling twice on the small hill that was shattered into countless fist-sized clumps, it pulled out a bone claw the size of a small cart.

Without thinking about it, Chen Xian knew that it was the claw of a fierce bird, looked at the smooth incision on it, and guessed that it had been cut off by some kind of sharp weapon.

"How painful this is!" Chen Xian thought, touching his hand.

He placed his hand on the incision and felt the breath on the hollow bone.

"Whew-"

A black light suddenly burst out of the bones, and it quickly slashed at Chen Xian's palm.

Chen Xian flipped up his palm, looked at the red line on his palm, and was silent.

After hundreds of millions of years, there is still a residual breath, and the person who cut off this claw back then is really terrifying.

Chen Xian thought about it, and swung a sword by himself, and the breath would remain for a year at most, thinking that this kind of aura would not be dispersed for hundreds of millions of years, it was really terrifying.

"It should be related to the closure of the abyss and the cultivation of the person who cut this sword, judging from the breath that just flashed away, the person who cut off the bird's claw cultivated the law of weak water, which is endless and corrosive, so it can be kept for so long. After all, during the Lich War, without the participation of saints in the war, the breath could not be invincible. Chen Xian waved his hand and slapped the freshly dug bone claw into the ground.

Chen Xian is not boring to play detective reasoning, he wants to enrich his horizons by looking at the residual breath on his bones and watching the cultivation of ancient monks, so he will integrate the useful into the "Heaven and Earth Baking Furnace Technique" to improve his own exercises. So he didn't dig up a single bone, and if there was a wound, he looked at the wound, and if there was no wound, he looked at the breath of the bone itself.

Just like the bird's claw just now, Chen Xian saw that its master majored in wind and thunder spells, and he walked the speed flow, so his bones were not hard, and he was cut in two.

The first one was a bone claw, Chen Xian was not discouraged, and after cooperating with Bingjiao to lift a mound again and shatter it, he found that there were a lot of fragments with a lot of spiritual energy, which should be fragments of a powerful magic weapon.

That magic weapon was incorrigibly broken, and there was no possibility of repairing it, but Chen Xian didn't put away the fragments, because he had seen that if these fragments were returned to the furnace for re-refining, they should be able to refine a superb immortal weapon, which was a good harvest.

After that, it took another half an hour to dig out some bones, and Chen Xian roughly assembled them, gathering a bird and a seven-handed monster.

"Damn, Fei Fei worked so hard, he only found a superb immortal weapon, and he lost a lot!" After seeing that there was no gain, Chen Xian couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Depressed to depressed, Chen Xian patted the dust on his hands, and was about to leave, when he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

"Is this a volcanic eruption?"