Chapter 283 Thousand Misunderstandings
In the small courtyard of Jianmen Town.
Lu Xuan walked around the small courtyard and found no trace of intrusion, so he felt relieved, opened the Thousand Illusory Clouds and Smoke Array, and entered the courtyard.
As soon as he entered, a chilly breath came over his face.
In the courtyard, there was a gust of gloomy wind, and from time to time, there were various roars of resentful souls, and the place was filled with strong blood, a scene of the underworld.
"I don't know how many of the remaining four ghost-faced stone mushrooms are fully mature."
The last time I came to the small courtyard, only one ghost-faced stone mushroom was fully mature, and I got an evil fourth-grade magic weapon from the light group, the soul-attracting lamp.
Lu Xuan regarded himself as an orthodox monk, so naturally he would not reveal such an evil magic weapon in front of his fellow sects, and kept it deeply hidden in the deepest part of the storage bag.
Coming to the four ghost-faced stone mushrooms, Lu Xuan focused his attention on the top of the plants with weird faces.
"There are two fully mature plants."
He was overjoyed. Carefully pull out the shimeji mushroom.
Regardless of looking at the detailed information of the plants, he focused on the light clusters that quietly emerged from the ground.
The white light group flickered slightly. With a light touch, the light group turned into countless light spots, condensing a vaguely blurred face, which poured into Lu Xuan's body instantly.
【Harvest a third-grade ghost-faced stone mushroom, and get a fourth-grade magic weapon, Thousand Misty Faces. 】
A light gray mask as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in Lu Xuan's hand.
There are shallow lines on the mask, which are constantly changing, forming strange faces, with dull expressions and full of resentment.
Lu Xuan felt the strong coldness coming from the part where his palm was in contact with, and his mind was concentrated on this evil mask.
【Thousands of Uncanny Masks, a fourth-grade magic weapon, made from a fifth-grade tiger-type monster accompanied by a ghost sacrifice. After wearing it, with a single thought, it can change the monk's face and breath into one, undetectable. 】
【When worn for a long time, the mind may be affected by the remnants of ghosts and gradually lose self. 】
【I can replace it. 】
"A fourth-grade auxiliary instrument, although the function is single, it is extremely powerful."
Lu Xuan secretly sighed.
In the practice world, although there are not many kung fu instruments that can hide body shape and breath, many monks can still obtain one or two, which can completely change the face, and the breath is extremely rare.
He put this thousand-faced ghost face that could hardly feel the thickness into the storage bag, and continued to pick another fully mature ghost-faced stone mushroom.
Lightly touch the white light cluster that appears.
Countless light spots condensed into a fuzzy face, which instantly poured into his body.
【Harvest a third-grade ghost-faced stone mushroom, and get a fourth-grade magical artifact, a soul-attracting lamp. 】
A thought flashed through his mind, and immediately, a strange lantern appeared in his hand.
The bone-shaped lamp, the pale lampshade seems to be surrounded by human skin, and countless slender dark red lamp spikes under the lamp base sway gently in the wind, like countless tiny tentacles entangled together.
The pale candle in the center is densely packed with countless ghosts and resentments.
"It's another fourth-grade soul-inducing lamp magic weapon."
Lu Xuan was more satisfied. The fourth-grade soul-attracting lamp can attract ghosts within a certain range, and at the same time, it can also disturb the minds of monks and monsters, and lose their minds.
The remaining two ghost-faced stone mushrooms, the progress bar below is about to be full, Lu Xuan is not in a hurry to ripen them in order to save some valuable green wood origin qi as much as possible.
The fourth grade of the Hundred-Python Tree, dozens of hundreds of evil pupils have grown a lot, Lu Xuan hesitated, and finally chose to take it.
Although the White-Pycipled Strange Wood is a fourth-grade tree, its volume is much smaller than the third-grade Mixian Peach, and it can still be put down in a raw bag if you squeeze it.
He has no intention of taking the remaining fifth-grade holy baby fruit strains and blood evil flowers.
"Here? Let's explode the soul of a baby."
Lu Xuan held the Purple Lightning Sword, took the wooden baby out of the storage bag, and slightly untied the rune chains on it, speaking in a gentle tone.
Mu Ying looked at the deep purple flying sword that appeared in his hand, the numbness that had been bound by the rune chain for a long time disappeared instantly, and his small body trembled involuntarily.
Before Lu Xuan could express anything, the dark hole at the navel was filled with yin energy, and the souls of pale infants were squeezed out by it.
"Okay, okay, almost."
Looking at more and more infant souls in the yard, Lu Xuan stopped him.
He reckoned that the souls in front of him would be enough to enjoy the holy baby fruit for a long time, so he came to the blood evil flower.
As soon as the dragon's essence blood was taken out from the storage bag, the hollowed out blood cell sensed the arrival of delicious food, and the countless slender blood vessels on the surface wriggled slightly, trying to get as close to Lu Xuan as possible.
"Don't worry, let you **** enough today."
Lu Xuan poured the blood of the third-grade dragon that was obtained for free on the surface of the blood evil flower, feeling the excitement of Lingzhi, which caused the sea of blood in the center to float up and down, stirring endlessly.
The blood-colored flower bloomed even more dazzlingly.
After feeding the Holy Infant Fruit Plant and the Blood Evil Flower, Lu Xuan left the small courtyard, operated the Thousand Illusory Clouds and Smoke Array, and removed Feng Falcon from the birth bag.
Feng Falcon dragged its chubby belly, stretched a pair of blue wings, turned into a blue light, and rushed to the sky.
"As expected of the Feng Falcon, which is famous for its speed, although it has grown into a ball and is only a second-rank, but under full flight, its speed is not weaker than many third-rank flying swords."
High above the sky, streams of cyan air flow emerged from the surface of the light cyan wings of Feng Falcon, carrying Lu Xuan on its back, passing by the mountains like lightning.
Hearing Lu Xuan's appreciation, Feng Falcon let out a crisp cry, and the streamlined belly below swelled.
Lu Xuan had already obtained the map to Kongming Island from the Cangjing Pavilion. For safety reasons, he deliberately chose the safest route, avoiding many other secret places that his fellow disciples longed for.
After half a day, Lu Xuan looked at the map in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
At this moment, Feng Falcon has flown more than six thousand miles, and has not deviated from the route designated by Lu Xuan.
However, Lu Xuan kept his eyes on the front left of the map.
There, mark a place name that he was very familiar with.
Linyang Fang City.
Falcon continued to fly rapidly, and familiar figures passed by in his mind.
He takes good care of himself, like his neighbor Zhang Hong, who is like a generous brother. Every time we meet, he enthusiastically calls himself "Little Uncle Lu". Manager He...
"If you go there, it will take about two or three thousand miles more, and the distance is not marked. I don't know what risks may be hidden."
"However, I haven't seen those old friends for many years..."
Thinking in Lu Xuan's heart, a certain emotion in his heart became more and more intense, almost gushing out.
"Turn around, go a little to the left, and take you to the place where I used to live."
He conveyed his spiritual knowledge to Feng Falcon, and Feng Falcon let out a clear chirp, and the flying speed was a little faster.
(end of this chapter)