The cave stretched forward and downward, but the entrance was wet on both sides, covered with mist from the mountains, and there were short, thin weeds and mosses growing around it. The water on the cave wall merges into a trickling stream, flowing towards the depths of the cave, and the dialect follows the direction of the water flow carefully, walking carefully towards the cave.

The ground is quite flat, and the perennial flowing water washes into a pattern-like path, and I don't know what the stone on the ground is made of, but it is as white as jade. The cold in the cave was quite heavy, but it was not the kind of cold of the Yin Aura, but the cold like ice and snow, no, far colder than ice and snow.

The further I went, the more cold I got in the crooked cave, the more and more the grass and trees became scarce, and the ghosts increased, but they were all devoured by the soul card and became its nourishment, and the surface slowly became brighter, and the rust spots on it were almost all gone. Dialect face soul card, I don't know what other power this magic weapon has, my intuition tells him that this magic weapon must be far more than that, and the ancient magic weapon that can carry the scriptures is comparable to ordinary products.

In the depths of the cave that winds down, Fang Yan finally encountered a little trouble, a tall ghost, with a huge head, green fangs, and a layer of fine scale armor on his body, holding a three-foot-long ice spear in his hand, the attack speed is extremely fast, and Fang Yan can only be left with afterimages. Fortunately, the dialect has the soul card in his hand, and this ghost spirit does not dare to get too close, and the power of the suppression of the soul is very domineering, so that this ghost only dares to pull away from the distance and fight, but does not dare to rush forward rashly.

However, the dialect is also a little strange, since this ghost can't get a bargain on himself, why didn't he retreat and escape, but wrapped himself here to the death, maybe there was some conspiracy that could not be achieved. Fang Yan carefully observed this ghost, and almost killed it by urging the soul card several times, but this ghost just fought to the death, which made Fang Yan very puzzled.

After a few more rounds of fighting, Fang Yan deliberately put the soul card back, pretending to be ready to defend, causing the ghost to rush forward quickly, Fang Yan released the demon vine at once, and in an instant, the ghost was entangled, and the demon vine was easily killed as soon as the soul sucking card was collected. But this time, there was a pale red bead on the ground, only the size of a thumb, and it was cold into the body, but it was full of spiritual power. This is a bit strange, this cave does not feel rich in spiritual energy when it comes in, how can this ghost give birth to such a spiritual bead.

Fang Yan put away the beads and put them in a white jade box, and after walking not far, he found a spiritual grass with white leaves and shaped like an orchid, the Ice Spirit Flower. This spirit grass is about fifty years old, and only five or six leaves have grown, and it is recorded in the Kuimudan Sutra that this spirit grass can refine the ice spirit pill of the foundation building period, which is extremely useful for monks who cultivate water attributes and ice attributes, and is a spirit grass with a high price, although this year is not enough, it is worth at least a hundred spirit stones. However, dialect did not need to be like this, he took out the medicine shovel and transplanted it into the blue bead space along with the soil.

No wonder this ghost is reluctant to leave, it turns out to be a ghost thing that guards the spirit grass, just like a demon beast, it has its own fixed territory, guarding its own spirit grass, and then devouring it when it matures. In this way, I slowly killed all the way, and I would encounter ghosts at intervals, although they were of different shapes, but each of them had a guardian spirit grass, and at first there were a few who fought with the dialect, and then they were all far away, and I don't know how they were the strength of the dialect. I got a few more pale red beads, but unfortunately most of the spirit grass is ice spirit grass, and there is only one pentagonal ice lotus, and the year is only a few decades, which is a little strange.

As he walked inside, some ghosts came over, sniffed and ran away, leaving him to pick the spirit grass. Fang Yan guessed that they smelled the breath of the same kind on him, and knew that they were not Fang Yan's opponents, so he ran away. Since he ran, the dialect didn't catch up, and even if it was still an ice spirit flower, he didn't bother to pick it if he didn't have a high vintage.

After walking forward for another distance, the cold was getting heavier and heavier, the flowing water was already frozen, and Fang Yan also felt a little cold, but he could still bear it. Gradually, I came to the depths of the cave, and there was an ice attribute ghost spirit ice ray, the strength of this ice spirit was similar to that of the ghost spirit, but it was good at ice escape, and it was also used to hiding in the ice and snow, so it couldn't be found at all. Every time it was a sneak attack, and when the dialect eye wanted to kill it, it disappeared in the ice and snow that could be seen everywhere, which made the dialect very headache.

And this kind of ice ray seems to have some abnormalities in the soul, and the soul card can only do some damage to it, but it can't kill it. Since the dialect doesn't have a good way to deal with it, it doesn't want to entangle with it too much, so if it can't do it, it turns around and runs away, but it will chase after it and keep harassing it on the side. One is already like this, and if another one is brought in, how to deal with it.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan simply stopped moving forward, thinking hard about countermeasures, and suddenly he thought of a way, which was to deal with those robbers in Fang City. Every time he walked, he laid down the Vajra Soul Locking Array, introduced this ice ray into the formation while fighting, and then killed it. This method is very good, I quickly killed a few, and I also got a few white ice beads that were slightly larger than the previous beads, not demon pills, very similar to the beads left by the ghosts, but larger and roaker, anyway, I don't know what it is, so he took a box and put it away.

After killing a few ice rays, there was nothing they were guarding, and some of them didn't understand why they were still fighting with themselves, and they gave their lives in vain. It wasn't until he was fighting with an ice ray that he inadvertently cut open the cave wall, and the white jade-like thing inside did he react. It turned out to be ice jade, which is also a good thing, very useful for ice-attribute monks, can be used for cultivation, and can also be used to make ice-attribute utensils.

Although this material is not scarce, and the price is not very high, generally a fist-sized ice jade is worth dozens of spirit stones, but it can't stand the large number here, and several places add up to more than a dozen pieces, and they can be sold for hundreds of spirit stones.

After walking some distance further, several caves appeared, and Fang Yan chose a cave with a faint blue light, and dodged into it. As soon as he entered the cave, Fang Yan immediately shivered, it was really cold and piercing, and if he didn't run the Pure Yang Gong, he felt a little unbearable. Along a somewhat steep path, Fang Yan soon came to the edge of a pool that emitted a white mist.

It is even more cold here, I feel that my consciousness is going to be frozen, there are a few small trees on the edge of the pool, and there are a few sparse fruits on it, and the whole fruit tree stands on the edge of the pool like an ice sculpture, and the white roots can be rooted into the pool water.

Fang Yan slowly walked to the edge of the pool, and the pool of water with a dazzling blue light, he remembered the record in the Pure Yang Gong, which is only afraid that it is the three yin cold water, which does not have much effect on ordinary monks, but it can just be used for refining the body, especially the monk who practices the pure yang Gong method of Fang Yan, which can play the role of Yin and Yang combined.

The closer he got to the edge of the pool, the more he felt the piercing ice spirit qi, and he stopped at ten zhang away from the pond, and then sat cross-legged, running the pure yang exercise with all his might, and a trace of pure yang qi with the influx of ice spirit qi was running uncertainly in that big yang vein, and it soon ran for a week, and the eyebrows on the face of the dialect quickly formed ice slag, and the body temperature on his body dropped rapidly.

After another week, Fang Yan was about to turn into an iceman, and at this time, the meridians in the body suddenly stimulated one after another pure yang qi, which made Fang Yan return to normal, and his face began to turn red, which was the result of the yang energy in his body being stimulated. Who knew that after only a while, the ice spirit qi poured into Fang Yan's body more quickly, running day by day, week by week, and the pure yang qi in the body was also stimulated one by one. I don't know how long it took, but Fang Yan felt that it was not as cold as it was when he first arrived, so he moved two feet forward.

The ice spirit qi here is even stronger, and it can penetrate into the body according to the faint mist, and the dialect can only quickly run the exercises to absorb and refine, and the face is white and red and white. When he felt a little overwhelmed, Fang Yan retreated a few feet away, rested for a few hours, and then returned to the same place.

After cultivating by the pond for three days, the dialect finally came to the edge of the deep pool, and the great yang veins in the body were already full of rich aura, and the blue ice spirit qi and the red pure yang qi slowly condensed into one and gathered in various parts of the meridians. Fang Yan ignored the changes in his body, and still kept absorbing the ice aura in the pool, desperately stimulating the pure yang qi accumulated from his usual cultivation, and a red and a white color was clearly visible on his face, like a pattern painted on it, which was very weird.

At this moment, the mist in the waterhole stirred up, and they rushed to the dialects sitting on the shore, and they were quickly sucked into their bodies. The dialect is actually a little unbearable, this cold mist is far more cold than the ice spirit qi that has been refined, the pure yang qi in the body feels a little unbearable, the meridians are about to be frozen, the blood flow in the body has become very slow, and the sound of the heart beating is almost inaudible.

Fang Yan struggled to recall the first time he broke the Great Yang Vein, guiding the Yang Qi and Cold Qi in his body to converge in one place, where more and more gathered, and Fang Yan's body couldn't help but tremble violently. At this moment, cracks began to appear in the meridians where they were squeezed last time, and the things that Fang Yan was most worried about appeared, but now he didn't care about these things, and just exerted all the pure yang qi in his body with all his might, constantly fusing the ice spirit qi that poured in, and washing the place where the level was broken over and over again.

This force was really powerful, and it didn't make Fang Yan wait too long, and with a stabbing sound, another big yang vein was broken, and soon the two spiritual qi were wrapped together, and they were divided into two ways and ran quickly in Fang Yan's body for a week. Fang Yan suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, but it was full of strength, and layers of black blood stains were squeezed out of the surface of his body, and even the meridians were washed by mana at this time, and some dark wounds began to heal slowly.

The second layer of pure yang gong, this method of combining yin and yang is really very useful. After sitting cross-legged for a few hours, constantly running the exercises of the second layer of pure yang gong, Fang Yan felt that the deep pool was not as cold as just now, and the two yang veins in his body continued to refine spiritual power, and then traveled all over his body.

Half an hour later, Fang Yan slowly stood up, left the edge of the pool to find a place, and used the spiritual rain technique to clean himself, and the gusts of spiritual rain washed away Fang Yan's body, turning into a black stream of water into the deep pool. Fang Yan changed his clothes, his body felt very refreshed, he reflexively came to the edge of the pond and dug up a small tree to plant in the space, and when he came out, he was going to dig up those few trees, and then he practiced here for a few more days before leaving, and suddenly felt that the water in the pool was gently fluctuating.

"There are demon beasts at the bottom of the waterhole? such a cold waterhole, it is difficult to even get close to the water's edge, the demon beasts living in the water must be very powerful, and they must get out of here quickly. Fang Yan decided to run away in an instant, such a powerful monster is not something that Fang Yan can face at all, maybe it is the running water that cleans his body, or it is the collection of this spirit fruit tree, which alarmed this monster.

Performing the Wind Resisting Technique, Fang Yan fled the way he came and fled to the fork in the road. Turning back to the holes, Fang Yan thought for a while and then chose the larger one and walked in. At this moment, a dull roar came from the cave that had just escaped behind him, and the water at the entrance of the cave shook down.

Fang Yan was secretly glad that he didn't wait, but escaped in time, otherwise he didn't know what kind of danger he would face at this time. Walking into the cave, it didn't take long to come to a wide grotto, the black roof of the cave glowed with a faint yellow light, and piles of rocks could be seen everywhere on the ground, dozens of stone pillars near and far, covered with stone moss everywhere, and the sound of ticking water.

Holding the fluorite, the dialect circled around the grotto, and found that the space in this grotto is very large, which is connected by many grottoes, one after another, and it is afraid that there are dozens of miles. Fang Yan didn't probe them one by one, but released the purple-pupiled beast, let it stand on his shoulder, and then used his divine sense to communicate with it.

As the Purple Pupil Beast and the dialect communicated more and more, the dialect gradually became accustomed to its way of speaking, and at first it took a guess to figure it out, but now it was quickly clear what it meant.

"You mean to go this way, you think there is something ahead, but what is it, can you briefly describe it?" Fang Yan could only communicate with the Purple Pupil Beast as simply as possible, there were many things that a demon beast could not understand.

The purple-pupiled beast kept jumping up and down Fang Yan's shoulder, raising its right front paw just to point in that direction, grabbing Fang Yan's shirt from time to time. The dialect was a little helpless, the purple pupil beast pointed to that place and it was a downward passage, somewhat similar to the deep pool he went to before, according to his original intention, he was a little reluctant to go, but the purple pupil beast insisted that he go there.

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