Chapter 240 Qimai (Congratulations to the Leader of ヒロハル!)

The power of the divine way lies in subtle influence and control over a range.

Fang Yuan already understood this very clearly.

It's like this God of Mount Zhuobie, as long as he has the heart, everything that happens in Mount Zhuobie can't be concealed from his eyes and ears, and he can even give blessings to people in the public family in the area of ​​Mount Zhuobie, just like the formations of those patrols united before. If there is no secret support from him, the power will inevitably be a few points smaller.

Moreover, all the treasures in this mountain are known. Rare birds and animals all obey His orders, and their supernatural powers are not insignificant.

But to say that it is weak is really weak.

After all, he is a yin god and cannot exist in this world for a long time. Of course, with this level of god, he may still be able to break through the limit for a short time.

But a yin god still appeared, didn't he rush to deliver food to Fang Yuan?

Therefore, He can only do auxiliary work, at most drive away wild animals to demonstrate, and dare not even show his face.

"Not only that... this land of mountain gods, especially human gods like city gods, if they want to have a strong incense, they must be canonized by the dynasty. There are so many high-ranking officials who die every year, and the position in the hands of the monarch is also limited. It is necessary to balance all parties. It's not easy, so in the Shinto, the competition is also very fierce...for example, this time the Zhuobie Mountain God and the City God."

The information about this was sorted out by Fang Yuan from Qin Yi's memory just after falling into a dream.

"This Zhuobie mountain god was also a high official before his death. He has always been respected, and his disciples are also very capable, so he has been able to be canonized... This is what happened hundreds of years ago..."

Looking at the army of birds and beasts, Fang Yuan played with a trace of scarlet sword energy in his hand, and sighed leisurely: "It's a pity... I don't want this kind of longevity!"

call out!

In the real dream, the phantoms of the eight-door sword array trembled, and the fire sword in it was even more dazzling and radiant.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, scarlet sword energy suddenly erupted from Fang Yuan's body, falling like raindrops.

Puff!

Blood sprayed, screams and wailing mixed together, mixed with flames!

Even though Fang Yuan is still unable to manifest the complete Fire God Weapon at this time, just some sword energy is enough to kill a master of Wuzong level!

At this time, all swords were fired, not only the wild beasts, but also the entire mountain forest burned with raging flames.

This fire is not an ordinary fire, but a spiritual fire, contained in the crimson sword energy, like dots, spreading outwards, and blazing again, the sky fires start a prairie fire.

In the crimson burning mountain, there seemed to be a miserable cry, and it gradually became thinner until it disappeared.

"So weak?"

Although he knew that the divine way was fragile, Fang Yuan was a little surprised at this point.

At this time, he was holding a crimson long sword phantom in his hand, with a coiled dragon as the handle, with a blue light in it, translucent, very similar to the magic weapon in the real dream.

"I was planning to wait for the mountain god to show up and reward him with a sword. I didn't expect it to be so useless..."

Fang Yuan shook his head, turned around and left, disappearing into the sky.

Half a day later, more people from the government came here, and they were all stunned and speechless looking at the devastation.

...

"In the entire Hui Realm, Hyacinth and the others can't take away no matter what treasures are in heaven and earth..."

Fang Yuan left the Zhuobie Mountain area, while quickly recovering his strength, he kept thinking.

"Even if it is a special skill, because of the difference in the world, it only has some reference value, and it can only be regarded as better than nothing... Unless it is some specific treasure, it must also be able to transform between virtual and real, or can be collected The ones that were taken away by the soul... After checking everything in this way, the target is very small! Qimai!"

Fang Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

For dreamers like them, anything tangible and qualitative is a burden, and only intangible and intangible things are the treasures that should be pursued the most!

And Qimai fits perfectly with this!

"According to Hui Zhijie's statement, there are energy veins between heaven and earth, which are the ancestors of everything. The big ones scattered in the country are called national veins, and the small ones scattered in the water and soil are spiritual veins and earth veins! The country depends on the country. Only when they have a pulse, can they grant luck and blessings according to their official position. And all the spirits of the city gods, mountain gods, Hebo, etc. must rely on their spiritual veins to survive..."

"The most important thing is, if this energy channel can be cut off, it can be taken away in the soul!"

Hyacinth and the others, if they don't have any more confidential treasure information, the possibility of thinking about this is the most likely.

With this speculation, Fang Yuan knew what he should do.

After two days.

On top of a piece of bluestone, Fang Yuan's whole body was surging with vigor, and three martial arts spirit veins emerged impressively, and he had recovered his cultivation level in his heyday.

"Sure enough... my supernatural ability can allow me to recover quickly even if I take possession of my body."

He stood up and looked at his attributes:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 36

Gas: 30

God: 21

Occupation: Dream Soldier

Cultivation level: Xusheng, Wuzong (Three Meridians)

Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill [Four Layers (1%)], Hundred Poisons Alchemy Body [One Refining], Eight Sword Formation [One Sword (10%)]

Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Planting Techniques [Level 5]"

With a random movement, the joints on his body suddenly exploded.

"After all, I have recovered. The feeling of being restrained before is really aggrieved!"

Fang Yuan had a hunch that this characteristic would definitely make him shine in the future!

"With the vision of Hyacinth and the others, I'm afraid the little spirit veins won't be seen at all!"

"Then there are only those famous mountains and great rivers, and the thick aura of the earth veins. If they can be sealed into the soul, and then brought into the Dagan, they should be good materials, or... cultivation resources?"

Fang Yuan began to think: "If I had known this before, I shouldn't have been so straightforward before. At any rate, I wanted to take down the mountain god Zhuobie, so I had better investigate!"

He certainly has the strength to seal the Qi veins, but he lacks the most crucial technique.

After all, it was Hyacinth's first time pulling him to make up the numbers, so how could he know everything, talk endlessly, and confide in his heart?

"Fortunately, March is still a long time, and there are plenty of opportunities to try again!"

Fang Yuan looked in a certain direction with a gloomy expression.

...

Jin Longze.

This is the largest lake in the Lie Kingdom, bordering several large counties, with criss-cross waterways and rich products, which feed a large group of people nearby.

Of course, the most famous thing here is the water god, Jin Longjun!

This god became famous very early, and before the founding of the Lie Nation, he was canonized by the previous dynasty. He has many efficacies, and relying on the energy of the Great Lakes, he forcibly survived the wars and disasters of the rise of the Lie Nation.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the monarch sent people to check, and Jin Longjun was still able to show his holiness in the daytime, showing extraordinary, so he was still granted a canonization, which was actually a win-win.

"This gentleman can be called a big boss in the Shinto!"

From Fang Yuan's point of view, relying on the aura of a great country, the monarch of a strong country will naturally take power by life and death against the low-level city gods and land gods.

But in the face of ancient gods like Jin Longjun, especially those with a middle-level energy, even if they can't fight against the power of the country, they are enough to protect themselves, which is somewhat inexhaustible.

This Jinlong Lord is a feudal town in the Divine Dao of the Lie Kingdom. Not only is he the boss, but he also protects a group of He Bo Water God's subordinates, and his power is not trivial.

Fang Yuan had a goal, and started light work all the way, specifically looking for inaccessible paths, and only slowly slowed down when he reached the area of ​​Jinlongze.

Three days later, he turned over a mountain, and a ferry appeared in front of him.

There were more and more people around, Fang Yuan walked to the official road, pretended to be a tourist on a long journey, and came to the ferry.

"Crossing the storm?"

Looking at the name on the old wooden sign, he came to the pier: "Is this the Changliu River? I want to hire a boatman and go to Jinlongze!"

At this time, what he said was naturally the official dialect of the Lie Kingdom contributed by Qin Yi, with a correct accent and a capital accent.

The fishermen and boatmen around were suddenly a little solemn: "Little Alang is going to Jinze Lake? It will take two days to go by water, and it will cost 20 big money!"

The coins of the Lie Kingdom are in the shape of knives, with a small hole at the end, which can be strung together with a rope.

Fang Yuan took out twenty saber coins, which were also contributed by those dead ghosts. They were bright and shiny, and they were very pleasing to the eye.

"Ah Lang is worthy of being a native of the capital, he is magnificent!"

This kind of new coin has sufficient weight and is not adulterated. One coin can even be worth two old coins. The eyes of those boatmen suddenly lit up.

After looking at each other, an old fisherman came out: "If Alang doesn't give up, let's take the old man's boat!"

"Oh, it's you……"

Fang Yuan took a glance, and saw that the boat's boss was about forty years old, but he had worked hard for a long time, his hair was gray, and he looked old. His hands were thick and knuckles, obviously strong, and he was a good boatman.

"What's the name of the man who sails the boat? Ah Lang can just call me fish poop!"

The old man Yu laughed, and led Fang Yuan to a seemingly dilapidated but quite sturdy boat, and began to heave anchor, sail, and leave the port. Every move was orderly, with a pleasing sense of smoothness.

"Huh? Have you awakened the zodiac signs?"

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes and saw that there was a faint stream of water vapor on this person's body during his actions, turning into a black fish, so he couldn't help asking.

"The guest's eyes are like a torch. The old man has the appearance of a black carp. When he was young, he was lucky enough to refine the scales of a black fish essence into his body. It's not very useful, but it can add some water properties and sense the water flow..."

Yuda laughed.

For a person like him, with low aptitude and no background, it is quite good to be able to start the path of cultivation.

Even so, without the bonus of official luck, it is extremely difficult to break through, so it is slightly stronger than ordinary people, and it has a little help.

The water was gurgling, and because it was going downstream, the boat was going very fast, and Fang Yuan chatted with Yu Da every now and then:

"What is the guest going to Jinlongze for?"

"God!"

"That is!"

Yu Da raised his chest: "Our King Hu of Jinlongze is the most effective god! That's..."

I don't know what to think of, and my face is a little sad, looking at the river, I am silent again.

"It's just that the subordinate spirits often harass the ground, and the people's livelihood is not stable..."

Fang Yuan silently added in his heart: "However, this is already within the scope of the Jinze water system, so of course you dare not say it..."