"Little guy, this time, I can be regarded as catching you!" Chong Jiu thought proudly in his heart, with long sleeves for a while, bringing a strange wind, when the little thing woke up, it was too late, only to feel that it was dark in front of him, and his body began to roll.

It's just that the dimensional barrier that has always been like the door of their vegetable garden is as strong as an iron wall this time, and it squeaks and screams, but it is no longer able to break out of this extremely dark environment.

Chongjiu directly placed it in the space of the water purification inkstone.

"This little guy, after catching it back, it will be slowly rectified! He thought to himself, but now, he had more important things to do.

The stone stalactites in the pit looked at the traces on the edge, and now there is not much left, two-thirds of them have been ruined by the little guy, and they have all entered his stomach, and the distressed old demon screamed, and put away the rest of the white jade bottle.

The aura here is too abundant, almost liquefied, just like the primeval flood time, although the place is not big, but the spiritual power contained in it is probably no worse than other blessed lands.

didn't hesitate much at the moment, so he crossed his knees, used Xuangong, and began to absorb spiritual power. One sitting is three months, and the whole person is like a hungry wolf, frantically absorbing the aura gathered by the entire immortal mountain.

When the concentration of that aura is almost the same as the outside of the Immortal Mountain, there is nothing unusual. Chongjiu naturally didn't want to stay in this place where birds don't, so he was about to leave, but unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found something that surprised him again.

The empty caves, the only ones left were the pits that were originally filled with stalactite spiritual liquid, but have now been taken away by Chongjiu.

In the small pit closest to the edge of the bottom of the cave, the bottom of the pit seemed to be somewhat different from the others.

"What is this?!" The old demon walked to the edge of the pit and looked carefully at the bottom of the pit, as if it was containing impurity crystals, which were turbid, but there was an incomparable aura.

couldn't help it, stretched out his hand, touched the white crystal slightly, and a wisp of coolness flowed into Chongjiu's fingers from the crystal, and then flowed all over the body, Chongjiu's whole pore emanated, and he couldn't help moaning comfortably

The puzzle on the old demon's face deepened, and he reached out to look down, and the rock at the bottom of the pit didn't seem to be as hard as it looked, but very soft, as if it was soft soil.

"No, what's the secret under this pit?!" Chong Jiu said secretly, but his hand tightened, and soon, the pit was enlarged several times by him, and the true face of the road came out below.

"Good guy!" Chongjiu gasped as he saw what was underneath.

"There are mines in this mountain!"

When the rock and soil below were cleaned up, a crystal that was crystal clear and flowing with a sparkling treasure light appeared in front of Chongjiu's eyes, and there were some impurities at the edges, which were not very clean, and the further down and the more it extended to the center, the more pure and clear it was.

The old demon didn't know how big this crystal was, because what was displayed in front of him was only a small part, it seemed that this crystal should be a whole, looking at this giant crystal, a strange thought appeared in Chongjiu's mind.

"Didn't I dig up the spiritual veins of this mountain?!"

Spiritual veins!

It is the legendary root of the blessed land, the spirit of the cave.

At the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, the chaotic qi was scattered, flowing between heaven and earth.

But the distribution is not uniform, some places are more, some places are less, Pangu body falls, incarnate all things, and these chaotic qi between heaven and earth also begin to decompose, reorganize, the so-called clear is the sky, turbid is the earth, just a part of the form of the transformation of chaotic qi.

A part of the uniform energy is scattered between heaven and earth, which is the power of aura, and at the beginning of the primeval flood, the aura is like the air now, filling the desolate.

In addition to these uniform auras, the auras that were distributed together began to slowly merge together over time.

I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have passed, and these combined spiritual qi have condensed into liquid, and then from liquid to solid.

However, after all, there were not many auras that were combined together, and at that time, the most in the world was the pure qi in the sky and the turbidity on the earth, followed by the aura scattered between heaven and earth.

Gradually, these combined auras were wrapped in those clear and turbid aura, layer after layer.

This is the prototype of the original fairy mountain blessed land.

These aura, or spiritual veins, are like nutrients, nourishing these places, so that the aura of these places is abundant, and the aura of the creatures bred is compelling, and over time, the creatures in these places are interdependent with the spiritual veins that nourish them, forming a biological cycle with a good surname, the aura is becoming more and more abundant, and the spiritual veins are getting stronger and stronger.

What the old demon saw in front of him was the spiritual vein of this immortal mountain.

In the general cave heaven blessed land, this spiritual vein is deeply buried in the ground and connected with the earth's vein, but for some reason, the spiritual vein of this fairy mountain is actually in the belly of the mountain, and the old demon is looking at it with golden light.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, the hands hanging down from his waist couldn't help but tremble.

This is a spiritual vein, a legendary spiritual vein, a spiritual vein formed by the condensation of vitality during the primeval flood period.

This blessed land of Xianshan Xiandao has been famous for countless years, and it has survived a catastrophe without falling, what does it rely on? Isn't it this spiritual vein?

Now that this spiritual vein is in front of him, what can he do?

People say that when you are lucky, someone will send a pillow if you want to sleep, but now Chongjiu thinks no, if your luck is really good, when you want to sleep, not only will others send you a pillow, but also a bed, a quilt and a big beauty.

This is called real luck.

"Treasures are destined to be obtained, and since I have met them, it is not a sin. "The old demon has made a shameful excuse for himself.

As he spoke, he began to carefully dig along the surface of the spiritual vein, and it took four or five hours for this entire spiritual vein to show its true appearance.

"Well, it's okay, this spiritual vein is not big!" Chongjiu suspended above the entire spiritual vein, and secretly measured the size of this thing in his heart, the shape was not very regular, it was only three miles wide and wide, and the height was about half a li.

The spiritual veins are said to have spirits, and they are generally asleep, and if they wake up, they may slip away along the leylines. Chongjiu didn't want to work hard and get an egg to fly.

"The volume is much smaller than I expected, and the water purification inkstone is enough to hold it. "The old demon knows that the spiritual vein is hard to find, and if there is such a one, even if the entire East China Sea has nothing to gain, it will not lose money.

This immortal mountain can't compare to some famous immortal mountain spiritual veins on the four continents, but it's definitely a surprise.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, holding a water purification inkstone and twisting the trick slightly.

"Collect ——!"

The piece of spiritual vein shook for a moment, and with a brush, it was sucked into the water purification inkstone.

All around, there was an eerie silence, and the silence was very depressing.

You must know that this spiritual vein is closely related to the entire immortal mountain, and their energy is also circulating with each other, while the spiritual vein replenishes the spiritual energy for the immortal mountain, all kinds of rare treasures on the immortal mountain are also nourishing the spiritual vein, which is circulating for a long time and endlessly, so there is the current prosperity of this immortal mountain.

Now this spiritual vein was suddenly broken, like a rushing high-speed train, and when it crossed the bridge, the bridge suddenly broke.

The huge aura that swept from the immortal mountain no longer had a place to live, and all of them rushed into the void left behind after the disappearance of the spiritual vein.

Although the void is big, without the support of the spiritual vein, where can it still contain the aura of the entire immortal mountain.

Therefore, not surprisingly, after the aura of the immortal mountain recoiled, the entire void burst open.

This huge aura contained a variety of energies, and Chongjiu had already prepared for it, and escaped from the mountainside after collecting the spiritual veins.

Suddenly, I felt several powerful thoughts sweeping towards the belly of the mountain, and I reacted.

Now is not the time to stay here.

This immortal mountain has existed in this world for I don't know how many years, God knows what kind of alien Gu Immortals are hidden in this mountain, and if they cut off the spiritual veins of this mountain, it is equivalent to destroying their home, if they don't run away quickly, they are still standing here stupidly, sick?

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to stay any longer. The figure turned into a streamer, left the fairy mountain at the fastest speed, and after leaving, flew straight to the east.

Almost at the same time as he left, countless figures began to shoot into the void where he had just been, in fact, it could no longer be called a void, the entire mountain peak was blown away by the huge aura, leaving only a void.

Immortal Mountain is in shambles.

To tell the truth, the cliff is not there, it is just an inconspicuous hill rock on this fairy island, on the edge of the whole fairy island.

There are usually no immortals, and the immortals here are also some low-status scattered immortals on the island.

But no one thought that this was the place where the spiritual veins of the entire Immortal Island were located, nor did they expect that one day, the spiritual veins of this Immortal Island would be dug up, let alone that once this spiritual vein disappeared, such a big explosion would occur.

The aura of the riot flew in all directions, and with the mountain rock as the center, a large crater with a diameter of more than 100 miles and a depth of more than 10 miles appeared.

No one was killed or even injured in the explosion, and for them, it was as if the scattered aura had blown a gust of wind in their ears.

Just a gust of wind.

It's just that this gust of wind makes everyone feel distressed, hated, and makes them want to commit suicide.

The aura began to drain rapidly, a large number of exotic flowers and plants began to wither, and those spirit fruits that had been cultivated for thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years also began to stop growing after these aura dissipated.

As the lowest level of the entire food chain of Immortal Island, these spirit flowers and fairy grasses are undoubtedly the most important link, without them, those rare birds and beasts that feed on grass will naturally not stay here.

Without these herbivorous creatures, those carnivorous creatures would naturally not live very well, coupled with the complete dissipation of this aura, it won't take long, at most a month, and this immortal island will be no different from other islands on the sea.

It is no longer a blessed land of mountains and seas that everyone envies, and it is no longer a cultivation paradise that all immortals on the sea yearn for.

Here, it will be just an ordinary island, occasionally there may be one or two scattered immortals who see that this place is quiet and big, and will choose to live here, and maybe one or two fishermen who go out to sea will discover this island.

Perhaps it will become an island nation, naming this sacred and desirable place after its own name, and in another thousand or two thousand years, no one will even remember or remember that there was such a place.

It is more likely that after one or two thousand years, it is also possible that it will disappear into the sea with the movement of the crust.

This is the future of Fairy Island.

Countless immortals began to gather here, and they, all immortals on this island, were all stunned by this sudden change.

The inner and outer three layers surrounded the place, and each one of them looked forward, as if they wanted to see something in this nothingness.

Although there are many people, their expressions are almost the same, nothing more than two kinds, one is shock, the other is anger, that's all.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on here?!"

Finally, after a dead silence, someone spoke.

The slender robe trembled with anger, his eyes were full of devouring anger, and the pinches of mustache on his lips kept jumping with the twisting of his muscles.

"What the hell is going on!"

Finally, he couldn't help but roar.

But isn't it? He is refining the elixir in the open furnace, leading the aura of the leylines to nourish the elixir in his furnace, his furnace pill has been refining for nearly three hundred years, and it is finally time to open the furnace, this aura suddenly dispersed in an explosion, and the three hundred years of hard work have been ruined, and the spiritual grass and fairy branches that have been painstakingly collected from all over the world have all turned into a pile of useless ashes, even if it is a Buddha has fire, not to mention, this person has not yet cultivated to the realm of a Buddha.

Many of the immortals present had the same experience as him, oh no, it should be said that except for a small number of pure lazy immortals, the others had similar experiences to him, and there were many people who suffered much more than him.

Therefore, after he shouted, there was an echo around him, followed by noisy discussions, shouting and scolding, and suddenly fell from heaven to hell, and these immortals didn't care about their own image, and some of them began to shout and curse at the top of their throats.

All of a sudden, tens of thousands of immortals stood in mid-air and shouted, and the scene was very spectacular.

It's just that this spectacular scene didn't last long, and a faint ripple of power began to ripple from the deepest part of the island.

The power is gentle, warm, full of spirit and calming power.

Without anyone noticing, three people appeared in the center of the crowd.

None of the immortals could see how they appeared, and even most of the immortals thought that they were standing there in the first place, and only those immortals who were standing beside them now knew that there was no one by their side in the first place.

The three of them stood there quietly, standing in the center was a middle-aged Taoist wearing a royal blue robe, with a face like a full moon, a pair of white eyebrows three or four inches straight, eyes with precious light, very spiritual, and beside him, there was an old man in a red robe, holding a jade Ruyi in his hand, his face was ruddy, and his expression was a little ugly. The last one is a big man in black, the big man is very burly, with a Chinese face, an inch head, and a righteous face.

The breath that made everyone quiet came from the body of the red-robed old man.

They were all staring at the void in the center.

It's strange to say, they didn't speak, and the surrounding immortals also shut up one by one, and the surroundings returned to a dead silence.

For a long time, the red-robed old man sighed deeply, "Donghong Island is over!!" and he didn't continue to act, and his body slowly disappeared into the air.

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