The road to the lake was not far, but it was only a quarter of an hour before the dialect arrived. Strangely enough, the surrounding mountains are covered in snow and ice, but the water in the lake does not freeze at all. The lake is not deep, clear and transparent, and the white gravel can be broken at a glance, and the distance is white, but it is actually the color of the white stone at the bottom of the lake.

There was nothing in the lake, why did the purple-pupiled beast keep asking him to come over, and now it stood on his head again, constantly pointing to the middle of the lake, and patting his head from time to time, as if to say that there was something wrong with his head. The dialect followed the direction it pointed, and there was a small island in it, not covered with ice and snow, and there were some white and blue spirit grasses, and it was estimated that those spirit grasses were the ones that excited the purple pupil beast.

Fang Yan is also very happy, the spirit grass is the most useful to him, as long as he obtains one and plants it in the blue bead space, it can be continuously supplied, and there is nothing better than it. But the question is how to pass, in this cold interface, not freezing does not mean not cold, on the contrary, often not freezing is precisely because it is too cold to even freeze.

But he can't fly, so he has to swim over. Fang Yan inserted the Jin Ling Sword into the water, and after a while, a thin layer of ice slag formed on it, even if Fang Yan was in the second layer of pure yang gong, there was no problem in holding on for a while, but I am afraid it would not work to swim over like this.

Having to think of a way, Fang Yan just circled around the lake, ignoring the purple pupil beast's constant urging above his head. The island is located right in the middle of the lake, and no matter where you go into the water, it is not a short distance to reach the island, and it is probably impossible to swim through it by your body.

The nearby peaks were all covered with snow and ice, and Fang Yan found a few places to pick up the ice and snow, trying to find some wood and make a small boat to cross over, but unfortunately it was all stones for a long time. I'm in a hurry here, but there's no way, the nearest distance is hundreds of zhang, and I'm afraid that I can't use the magic vine.

Fang Yan stared at the surface of the lake quietly, and couldn't think of a good way for a while, did he really want to swim over, and when he couldn't bear it, he would enter the blue bead space, and continue to swim after his body recovered. This is a solution, but the bottom of the water is probably colder than the surface of the water, and if the blue bead sinks into a deep underwater, I am afraid that I will have to delay it for several months.

A mountain full of stones, Fang Yan suddenly had an idea, took the golden spirit sword and cut out a few big stones, and the demon vine in his left hand quickly grabbed it and threw it dozens of zhang away, and with a "bang" sound, it accurately fell into the shallow place. That's how he emptied a large storage bag, dug up a large amount of rocks, put them in the storage bag, and then threw large stones at that place without stopping, and soon a small island was revealed in the water of the lake, which was not very deep.

The dialect was confident that it could swim through this distance, but it needed to be well prepared, because if the dialect wanted to make at least a few of these small islands to the island in the middle of the lake, it would have to stock up on enough stone on the new island. So the dialect kept collecting stones by the lake, throwing them into the place, and gradually the piles got higher and higher, and a new island, not much smaller than the island in the middle of the lake, was piled up.

Dozens of zhang distance, it is not easy after the dialect swims over, and the cold war is unstoppable, and the body is a little stiff, fortunately I don't want to swim over directly, otherwise the end is really worrying. Standing on this newly built island, Fang Yan began to look around again, and in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, he found a shallow place in the water, and then began to build a new island.

At this moment, Fang Yan's divine sense moved, and the demon vine in his left hand quickly flew into a place of water, and quickly flew back, but there was an extra white spirit stone in his hand, which was crystal clear and cold to the touch.

"Ice attribute spirit stone, it turned out to be a very rare ice spirit stone, this is a good thing. "Ice spirit stone is the most needed spirit stone for monks who practice water attribute exercises, and some magic circles are often used to drive it, because the amount is small and it is difficult to exchange a large number of them in the ordinary market, each can be exchanged for at least two or so spirit stones of the same kind, and sometimes this price cannot be exchanged, mainly because this kind of spirit stone has less reserves in the spirit stone mine, and there are no spirit stones of this attribute in the general spirit stone mine.

Now that there is this opportunity, of course, the dialect will not let go, and the divine consciousness is stretched out with all its might, covering the surrounding area of dozens of zhang. But after a while, dozens of them were found, and the magic vines were collected one by one and put them in the storage bag. The enclosure was gone, and the dialect began to work hard to build a new island, throwing large stones into one place one by one with magic vines, and soon a small island was created.

But the dialect has not stopped, and a few more islands will be built in the future. He threw almost all the stones on the island under his feet, the part that rose above the water, and only a little bit of it was above the water, so that he could borrow it when he returned.

In this way, several small islands were built, and finally they came to the vicinity of the island in the middle of the lake. Along the way, he also harvested hundreds of ice spirit stones, several of which were very strong in spiritual power, and they were medium-grade ice spirit stones, which made Fang Yan very happy. When he got here, he didn't rush over, but sat down on the island with his knees crossed, and used the pure yang gong to restore the consumption of his physical strength and body.

After resting for a while, Fang Yan stood up and swam towards the island in the middle of the lake. It didn't take long for the dialect to finally come to this island in the middle of the lake.

This is a small island that is no more than a mile in circumference, it is not covered with ice and snow, but you can feel the slightest cold air coming out from under your feet, there is probably a small ice spirit vein under this small island, and the aura is obviously much stronger. There are several kinds of spirit grasses growing on the island, most of the white ones are ice spirit flowers and ice spirit fruit trees, but the year is much longer than the outside, most of them are more than 100 years old, and the number is roughly estimated to have more than 100 plants, and the value is very amazing.

There are more than 20 blue and white spirit grasses, which are recorded in many classics, most of the rhizomes and leaves of this spirit grass are bright light blue, mixed with white lines in the middle, showing the shape of crystal jade, which is very beautiful. Moreover, it is also a kind of spiritual grass for refining the pills of the foundation building period, and the age of these medicines in front of it is only a hundred years, and it is definitely worth a lot.

Fang Yan was in a good mood, so he dug up most of the spiritual grass and the soil and planted it into the blue bead space, making it even more crowded. As for a small number of shorter ones, they stayed on the island, so as not to let the spirit grass here go extinct, and in his excitement, Fang Yan casually took an ice spirit flower and gave it to the purple pupil beast, it quickly held it with its front paws, swallowed it in one bite, and then fought a cold war, and began to become drowsy.

Frightened, Fang Yan hurriedly checked, but there was no problem with eating, and found that its body was not abnormal, and there was no frostbite, but it seemed that it was too full, so he put it into the spirit beast bag with confidence. If there was something missing, he found a lot of ice spirit stones around, and Fang Yan was ready to leave.

Standing on this small island, the lakes and mountains of Zhou, Fang Yan suddenly had a strange idea, feeling that this magic circle did not seem to be left by man, but seemed to be naturally generated, and it was this island in the middle of the lake as the eye. But he didn't have much knowledge of formations, he just felt that it was always a strange thing to have so many precious spirit grasses, but not to be guarded by powerful monsters.

Back at the lake, Fang Yan rested for a while, searched around this space again, and found a few spirit grasses, but compared to the harvest on the island in the middle of the lake, it was almost negligible. The dialect did not stop here, and left the way it came and went back outside.

As they crawled out of the well-like hole, the dialect returned to the cobweb-like cavern. The purple-pupiled beast was sleeping soundly at this time, and the dialect didn't know which direction to go, so it simply went all the way back, ready to go back.

Following the marks left along the way, there were many fewer ghosts and beasts on the road, and it took less than half the time it took for the dialect to return to the river. Walking back along the river, it was the road when it came, but at this time, the dialect faintly felt that there was something in front of it, which made the soul card have some sense of expectation, but it was not clear what the specific dialect was, just a vague feeling.

Thinking about it, I decided to go back a few times and didn't make the trip, but I didn't regret it every time, and the ghosts I met here were basically ghosts, and the upgraded soul card gave Fang Yan great confidence. In this way, the dialect walked along the river, carefully surveying the surroundings on the road, and it was better to be cautious in this environment.

After walking for half a day, I encountered a few ghost beasts, and without causing any trouble to the dialect, I came to a valley shrouded in mist. Above the valley are two large mountains that seem to have been split from the middle, and the sky is not visible at a glance, and all of them are tightly blocked by the shrubs and grass that grow on the mountain walls, making the valley very dark.

Although it was gloomy and gloomy, it was not a dead silence, but it was overgrown with trees, weeds and vines of all sizes, and there was not the slightest desolation under the black mist. Instead, it gives the dialect the illusion that if you leave aside the colors, it is like a misty jungle in the morning light outside, a scene full of life.

I don't know if this mist is poisonous or not, the dialect sniffed at the periphery, dug up a handful of dirt on the ground, put a little bit into his mouth and tasted it, it was no different from other places, except that there was a thin layer of mist. Fang Yan didn't dare to be careless, sacrificed the soul card, and released the black evil inside, after a few days of recuperation, there was no big problem, just came out to help Fang Yan explore this area.

Slowly walking into the misty woods, the dialect divine sense suddenly moved, and found that the soul card was not urged by itself, but was slowly turning, and after a slight sense, he found that there was a faint trace of soul power in these mist, which was really strange.

The dialect immediately communicates with the soul card, senses the distribution of the strength of the soul power, which direction to go, and whether you can find a way to find the source of the soul power, which is very beneficial to the soul card, and it also has a great effect on the dialect itself to stabilize and cultivate the newly formed divine soul.

Sensing the direction of the depth of the soul power, the dialect gradually came to the valley, and the fog became much thicker. I saw a winged ghost beast suddenly fly out of the stone wall above the valley, its body was as black as ink, its wings spread out to the size of several zhang, it looked like a bat that had been magnified countless times, and there was a layer of black scale armor on its body, and the inner surface of the wings was covered with purple-red blood lines, and it swirled above Fang Yan's head and swooped down.

Fang Yan hurriedly hid under a tree, and ordered the black demon to lie in ambush beside him, the golden spirit sword pointed at the ghost beast, and the soul card was urged by Fang Yan at the same time, emitting a pale golden halo. The winged ghost beast rushed into the halo of the dialect's cloth, and rushed in front of the dialect after being blocked for a moment.

But the power of the soul card can not be broken in this way, the action of this ghost beast is no longer as vigorous and strong as just now, and before it can be attacked under the suppression of the soul card, it was hit by the black evil who was ambushed by Fang Yan's side, and it was knocked over to the ground. fluttered a few huge wings, and when it was about to fly, the golden spirit sword of the dialect just arrived, and with a sword, it stabbed its chest, but unfortunately it was blocked by the scale armor on its body and pierced it not deeply, even then it made the black blood on its body splash out, and the body that was about to jump stopped for a moment.

Then another vine wrapped it into a knot, and the wings that were about to spread were tightly wrapped in it, and it was the dialect that urged the magic vine to attack. Then the black evil struck again, and the black claw actually ****ed the chest of the ghost beast, and the other claw pinched its neck hard, and pulled it violently, tearing the ghost beast alive.

It's so violent, Fang Yan didn't pierce a sword, and the black demon could actually insert it with his bare hands, and tear it alive, which really has a bit of the courage of a demonic beast. He is still a little demon pet, and the first battle after receiving it will impress the dialect, and he must cultivate it well in the future.

The ghost beast that was killed, if there is no one, should be the Yaksha described in the classics, and it is also called the Flying Yaksha, this kind of ghost thing moves quickly, its whereabouts are weird, and it is varied, but it grows in a place where the yin qi is strong, and it is extremely good at sneak attacks, and it is a very difficult ghost beast. If it weren't for the several demonic pet treasures in Fang Yan's hands that just restrained them, this time would definitely not be so easy, and a grappling battle that exhausted mana and vitality would be inevitable.

Then the soul card absorbed the soul, and the demon vine turned those black blood into nutrients, and the dialect finally cleaned up the battlefield. Cut off the wings whole, pulled out the beast's teeth, and took out a piece of ghost crystal from the skull, and was about to put it in the storage bag, but he saw that Heisha was looking greedy, and Fang Yan threw it casually, and Heisha took it and threw it into his mouth, crunching and crushing and swallowing it.

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