Chapter 937: The Twelve Cloud States Return to the Spiritual Medicine Mountain

Chapter 937: The Twelve Cloud States Return to the Spiritual Medicine Mountain

"As for this jade tube, it is some of my cultivation experience. It should be of great use to you alchemy monks. There are also a few talismans that I refined in my spare time. When I meet a strong enemy, I can help you."

"Thank you, young master." The two girls were very grateful and bowed down again.

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After saying goodbye to the two women, Lin Xuan didn't delay, turned into a dazzling blue rainbow, and left Baixuan Pavilion sub-helm quickly.

With Lin Xuan's current cultivation base, the escape from the light is naturally extremely fast, and when he occasionally meets immortal cultivators along the way, those people also avoid them far away.

Although they couldn't judge Lin Xuan's exact cultivation level, those who had this kind of radiance were most likely seniors above the alchemy stage.

Although today's Tianyun Twelve States are extremely prosperous, for those foreign monks, Youzhou is just a barren land with no ribs. There are not many sects involved in this place, and they are already great masters in the condensing period.

Lin Xuan was driving fast along the way, except for occasional rests, most of the time he was on his way. Three days later, a stretch of rolling mountains finally appeared before his eyes.

Looking at the mountain peaks, Lin Xuan had a faint smile on his face, with a hint of nostalgia.

Sixty years later, when he was teleported from Youzhou, Lin Xuan never thought that he would be able to return here one day, and this is not what it used to be, he has advanced to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

For Lingyao Mountain, Lin Xuan had a very special feeling. Although Daoist Tong Yu accepted him as a disciple with other purposes back then, no matter what, he finally had a place to live.

From the beginning to the end, Lingyao Mountain treated him kindly. As the young master, Lin Xuan still misses the people and things here.

It's a pity that things have changed over time. In the past few decades, Youzhou has undergone major changes, and Lingyao Mountain has also moved.

Lin Xuan got this news from Fang Xinhekou, but the reason is still puzzling. Although Yunzhou is a holy place for cultivation, the resources are far from comparable here, but similarly, there are also many schools. The scheming is an old fox, why did he move there?

Now that he revisited the old place, Lin Xuan released his consciousness. Although he couldn't show his anger or emotion, after a while, he also showed a trace of horror.

"Master, why..."

Yue'er rarely saw the moment when Lin Xuan's face turned pale, and she couldn't help poking her head out in shock, but Lin Xuan didn't speak, instead turned into a blue rainbow and rushed towards the mountain of elixir.

Is this still the old alchemy holy land?

Lin Xuan looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help closing his eyes. The main altar of Lingyao Mountain was originally built in a volcano, but these volcanoes have not erupted for tens of thousands of years. The rich earth fire resources can be used to refine Make elixir.

There is even the mysterious mountain within a mountain, the temperature of the ground fire inside is comparable to that of a unicorn fire.

But today's Lingyao Mountain is full of scars. Looking around, there is a world full of potholes, cracks in many places, and magma gushing out...

Lin Xuan frowned, and then showed a relieved expression: "No wonder the Lingyao Mountain has to be moved. After the eruption of this volcano, not only is there no more good ground fire, but even its own spiritual veins have been destroyed. "

Lin Xuan said to himself, but this matter is still a bit strange, and he doesn't know whether the eruption of the volcano was a coincidence, or there is something hidden in it.

Lin Xuan stroked his forehead with his hand, thinking secretly.

After a while, his eyebrows twitched suddenly, and a somewhat interested expression appeared on his face: "Hey, there are still immortal cultivators around here, could it be some disciples of Lingyao Mountain, whose homeland is hard to leave, so they stayed here. "

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated, turned into a startled rainbow, and flew towards the spiritual power fluctuation ahead.

It was only fifty miles away from the former main rudder of Lingyao Mountain, and soon a small mountain peak came into view, only about a hundred feet high.

At the bottom of the mountain peak, there was a section of spiritual vein, which was obviously broken, but for some reason, a new spring had formed. Although there was only a faint spiritual energy, it was considered a new spiritual vein.

Of course, it is very inferior, not to mention the big sects, even the sect families with a little bit of influence will never take their fancy.

There will be immortal cultivators here, most of whom are not popular. Lin Xuan couldn't help showing a somewhat disappointed expression on his face.

But as the saying goes, once you come, you will be safe. Now that you are here, Lin Xuan always wants to find out about the situation.

Seeing that at the foot of the mountain, there are some pavilions and houses, and there is a faint light curtain, needless to say, it is naturally some kind of restriction.

This kind of inferior formation, Lin Xuan can easily get rid of it, but as an immortal cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, he will not be bored to bully the weak.

Lin Xuan thought for a while, but only let out a little momentum.

Immediately, a wave of spiritual pressure enveloped the surrounding area. Although Lin Xuan did not go all out, he had deliberately restrained himself a lot, but where his realm was, such pressure was still not something that a few little monks could resist.

The entire sky was gloomy, strong winds rose out of nowhere, and the flowers, plants and trees were all swaying.

Plop, plop, several disciples with the lowest cultivation had turned over and fell down, and then two rays of light lit up, one in front of the other and the other in the back flew away.

Lin Xuan put away the spiritual pressure and stood with his hands behind his back. Unexpectedly, there were two very young immortal cultivators, a man and a woman, both only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Cultivation is not worth mentioning, agile period!

Lin Xuan couldn't help being speechless, and he showed his aura, just to attract the monk with the highest cultivation level to come here, but unexpectedly, two furry children came here.

What does this kind of junior know, and what is there to talk about with them.

Lin Xuan glanced at the two of them. The man was honest and honest, with a mature and prudent appearance. As for the girl, she had a sly face, a pair of big black eyes that attracted attention, and seemed rather mischievous.

The two looked at Lin Xuan, but they showed uneasy expressions. This guy is so young, but his cultivation level is unfathomable, and his father is also out of reach. Could it be that he is a monk in the alchemy stage?

You have to deal with it well, otherwise, if one is not good, it will bring disaster to the family.

The young man was about to speak, but Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Where is your adult, tell him to come see me."

"Senior, my father has gone out to handle errands, and the younger brothers and sisters are in charge of the affairs here. If you have anything, please tell me." The young man said respectfully.

"It's just you..." Lin Xuan became more and more speechless. The two late-stage smart kids are in charge of things. This family is a little too small, isn't it?

Sighing, Lin Xuan was about to ask a few casual questions when suddenly he narrowed his eyes, and a yellow startled rainbow appeared in his sight.

"Father is back." The girl was overjoyed, but Lin Xuan was a little bit taken aback. He didn't have many acquaintances in Youzhou, so how could he meet another one here.