Chapter 475 Departure

The power of Yin God is the only method Wang Ba can think of to help the Yuyang Patriarch restore his body.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Ba chose to keep silent.

He has just entered the Nascent Soul Realm. Even though his soul has made great progress by absorbing a large amount of pure soul power left by Han Yanzi, the amount of Yin God power consumed to restore a fifth-level magic weapon is undoubtedly a terrifying amount.

If he puts all his energy on this, it will delay his practice.

The boy in white did not see Wang Ba's thoughts. His body was damaged now. After staying outside for a while, his body quickly became weak.

He quickly turned into a stream of light and threw it into the Yuyang drum.

He said in a muffled voice: "If you need anything, you can call me."

After receiving the personal consent of the Yuyang Patriarch, Wang Ba's heart was slightly lifted, but he still hurriedly asked a question:

"Yuyang Patriarch, do you know the whereabouts of the Qingming Patriarch?"

This treasure was the treasure of the previous Shao Sect Master and has been owned by all the sect masters.

However, for some reason, after the sky cracked, the Qingming Mirror, which is also a fifth-level treasure, never returned to the sect.

He and Qu Shentong, as well as the elders Ji Ying and Xumi, all searched for it, but found nothing.

Soon, the uncertain voice of the boy in white came from the Yuyang drum:

"I only remember that when I blocked the boundary membrane black hole with Xun Fujun, not long after, I felt Qingming and Shaoyangzi repairing the sky together, but later I couldn't protect myself, so I didn't know the situation very well."

Wang Ba was a little disappointed when he heard this:

"It seems that they should also repair the sky."

"If the ancestor is willing, you can stay in my middle dantian temporarily."

The Yuyang drum hesitated in place, and soon shook slightly, shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it was thrown into Wang Ba's Danzhong position, and then quickly disappeared.

After sensing it with his mind, Wang Ba slightly separated a part of his own overflowing spiritual energy to nourish the Yuyang drum, and then cut off the connection between the Yuyang drum and the outside world, and no longer cared about it.

Wang Ba glanced at the spirit chickens slowly pecking at the chicken feed, and then thought of an important thing:

"Oh, I almost forgot, there are still those incense monks who have not been dealt with before."

The downgrade of heaven and earth, as well as the promotion to deputy sect master, and then dealing with the cracks in the boundary membrane, were so many important things that Wang Ba had almost no free time.

It was only now that he had dealt with them almost completely, and Qu Shentong deliberately did not disturb him in order to let him concentrate on his practice, that he finally got some free time.

"But it's not too late."

Wang Ba waved his sleeves, and one after another, figures flew out of the scroll secret realm, falling to the ground like pieces of dead meat.

Looking up, there were at least three or four hundred of them.

The worst ones had a third-level cultivation.

The vast majority were fourth-level.

"These incense monks, as long as there are enough mortal populations, can practice too fast."

Wang Ba couldn't help but sigh.

Normal cultivators, even those from large sects with complete heritage and abundant resources like the Wanxiang Sect and Changsheng Sect, would need two to three hundred years to cultivate a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the resources consumed would be incalculable.

The Wanshen Kingdom has only been emerging for two to three hundred years, but the number of fourth-level cultivators among them has reached a level that the entire Dajin cannot catch up with.

That is, the combat power of these incense cultivators is too poor among the same level, otherwise the Nascent Soul cultivators of Dajin would not have been able to resist them.

Of course, everything has a price, and the price of practicing fast is to lose control of oneself and become an absolute vassal of the evil god.

"But it's not a bad thing, otherwise where can we find so many materials."

Wang Ba's eyes were cold as he swept over these completely asleep incense cultivators.

The incense cultivators wanted to get feedback from the evil god, and they all relied on merit, and the greatest merit was to capture mortals for the evil god.

These incense cultivators were able to reach the Nascent Soul realm, and it was obvious that they had harmed countless people.

So no matter how to deal with these incense Taoist monks, he has no psychological burden.

Wang Ba made a move casually.

According to the "Small Art of Refining Taoism" left by Xun Fujun, a monk of incense Taoist was randomly selected by Wang Ba, and then the process of extracting Taoism began.

Although it was the first time to extract, his technique was extremely skilled.

Without special instruments and spiritual liquids, the extraction was still successfully started.

Even though he was sleeping, this incense Taoist monk couldn't help but let out a series of miserable howls.

After a while.

Wang Ba looked at the exhausted incense Taoist monk. Above his head, where Taoism should have been formed, there was nothing.

Although the result was not unexpected, he still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed:

"There is no Taoism at all... These incense Taoist monks have reached this level without using any brains at all!"

"It seems that this is the only way."

Sweeping these incense Taoist monks.

A touch of crimson and coldness flashed in Wang Ba's eyes.

The next moment.

These unconscious incense monks strangely opened their eyes at the same time.

Then some of them showed joy and quickly walked towards the surrounding fourth-level spirit chickens that were unaware of the danger.

The other part went straight to the spirit turtle pool not far away.

Under Wang Ba's indifferent gaze, a spirit shadow quickly flew out from the eyebrows of these incense monks.

Then, like meteors, they all flew into the bodies of these spirit chickens and spirit turtles!

The spiritual chickens seemed to be aware of it, and they all whined and fled.

However, with their low intelligence, how can they stop these incense Tao monks whose souls are naturally powerful?

Accompanied by bursts of wailing.

The eyes of these spirit chickens and spirit turtles also changed from cloudy and blank to gradually becoming clear.

"God! God, don't kill me... Huh? Why is there a fire method in my mind... Wait, isn't this the inheritance of the transformation of gods?!"

"The Divine Water Technique...once you master it, can you get rid of the control of the evil god?"

"The harem system? Every time a female cultivator is impregnated, she will give away exercises and resources?! Haha, there are so many beautiful female cultivators, so I won't be polite!"

"Hmm... I am Xiao Fan from Blue Star? I turned into a chicken through time travel? No! I'm still a virgin. I have to find a way to transform, at least grow that thing... Huh? This chicken is actually still alive Got a talent? Great! I am indeed the protagonist!”

"Focus on the system? Ha, women will only affect my practice. I have to work hard to practice..."

"..."

Wang Ba's gaze quietly swept over these spiritual beasts that were no longer spiritual beasts.

The memories, concepts, and even the five senses of these spirit beasts have been completely tampered with by him, and he has also given them more inheritance of techniques that they did not originally possess.

All this is to obtain Taoism.

Taoism is generated by monks' continuous and in-depth understanding of heaven, earth, and themselves through the practice of martial arts.

The practice of the Incense Dao monks relies almost entirely on the feedback from the evil god, so they do not possess Dao machine, or even Dao intention.

Wang Ba could only use various means to guide these incense Tao monks who occupied the bodies of spiritual beasts to concentrate on their practice and see if they could generate Taoism through this method.

At the same time, we must also try to see if the spiritual beast that has formed the Taoist spirit can pass it on to the next generation through its bloodline.

This was the plan Wang Hao had in mind.

May not succeed.

In the meantime, timely observation and continuous fine-tuning are also required.

But it is a direction after all.

"It really doesn't work... I can only find a way to recruit some incense monks from the evil god."

Wang Hao thought secretly in his heart.

But if you want to condense a thousand Tao realms, if you start to accumulate Tao intention, it will be an extremely astonishing number. Just relying on those incense Tao monks is probably not enough. On the contrary, if the spirit beast can successfully inherit the Tao intention , that is the most likely way to refine a dojo.

On the jasper firewood tree, Erya looked at the soul chickens below who had a drastically changed personality and were talking to themselves. She couldn't help but shudder and quickly retreated into the canopy.

Wang Hao noticed this scene and couldn't help but shook his head slightly:

"The majestic Suzaku bloodline is so timid. It seems that we have to consider how to purify its bloodline."

Thinking of this, he thought of his other spiritual beast with the blood of a divine beast - the hybrid white tiger.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Lingxi Stone suddenly vibrated.

Wang Hao's spiritual consciousness swept over him, and then he showed a smile:

"As expected of Master Qi, he has indeed thought of this."

He casually collected the remains of those incense monks. Although he didn't know what use they would have, he was not prepared to waste them.

Then he walked out of the secret realm of beads.

Not long after, Qi Yan flew over.

Wang Ba didn't waste any time and immediately took out the mixed-blood white tiger and handed it over to Qi Yan.

"Thank you, Uncle Master."

Qi Yan waved his hand:

"You are now the deputy sect leader of a sect, how can you still call me the same name as before?"

Wang Ba smiled:

"There is no one in private. I can't call my uncle by his first name...Does my uncle have any clues?"

Qi Yan didn't dwell too much on this, and said quickly after hearing the words:

"I plan to start exploring with the descendants of the divine beasts. Since the fifth-level divine beasts have Dao machine and even the realm, then the fourth-order descendants of the divine beasts may also be able to possess them. We just need to determine whether they come from blood or something else."

Wang Hao nodded, the two exchanged some more about the cultivation of spiritual beasts, and Qi Yan left in a hurry.

Wang Ba also returned to the secret realm of beads and continued to observe and cultivate the spiritual chickens and turtles.

It is worth mentioning that the Enlightenment Black Turtle fished out by Wang Ba from the North Sea finally woke up from hibernation after enduring the baking of the jasper firewood trees here for a long time.

After all, this Enlightenment Black Turtle is a fourth-level mid-level, but it has extremely high intelligence, no different from humans. Although it cannot speak human language, it is extremely keenly aware of the dangers lurking around it, and it honestly sneaks into the Spirit Turtle Pond by itself.

Wang Ba didn't care either.

It's just a fourth-level mid-level spirit turtle. It's guarded by the Wu Yuan King and can't turn the world upside down.

What's more, this enlightened black turtle itself has been locked into the fourth-level spirit beast circle by him.

Time passed little by little in the rare silence.

…

"The taste of spring and autumn drunkenness is truly unique!"

On Wanfa Peak.

Zhao Feng, who had no interest in food and drink, couldn't help but sigh as he held the wine bottle in his hand.

Opposite me, Wang Ba looked regretful:

"This is the secret of Lingjiu Peak. Unfortunately, it has just been brewed, and the time is still short. The flavor has not yet been fully developed... If you like it, senior brother, you can take a few pots with you."

Bu Chan brewed a lot this time, and except for a small part, they were all buried at the top of Wanfa Peak, waiting to be taken out and drank from time to time in the future.

Of course, Wang Hao also had some extravagant hopes in his heart, hoping that these spiritual wines could survive for ten thousand years.

No one knows what effects the ten thousand-year-old Chunqiu Zui can have.

"That's not necessary, just drink occasionally... Besides, after the Master Guan comes back in the past two days, I have to go to Huangji Continent. I'm afraid it will be wasted if I don't have the mood to taste it."

Zhao Feng, who was dressed in plain clothes, simple and indifferent, smiled and waved his hand.

The two brothers have been separated for many years. Today, Wang Yan got drunk in the Spring and Autumn Period and hosted a banquet for old friends, so they could meet again.

In addition to Zhao Feng, there are also Tao Ruyi, Zhou Lue, Lou Yi, Zhen Boern, Xi Wushang, Ji Yuan and others here.

But there are also a few figures missing, such as Li Yingfu, who used to follow Wang Ba in the Diwu Palace.

Lu Zhuangmei, who accompanied Tian Yuan as the new palace master, went to Chen State to support Yao Wudi and others, but...

Everyone present also remembered those present and absent.

However, it was not greatly affected.

Life in this world comes and goes in a hurry. Everyone here has been practicing so far and has become accustomed to seeing life and death. They have already accepted the impermanence of life. They sigh and miss in their hearts, but they will not always keep this feeling of sadness in their hearts.

Monk, you should be more free and easy.

If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

This is true for mortals, and so is monks.

"Master Zhao doesn't want it, but I want it."

Xi Wushang laughed and snatched the spirit wine flask from Wang Ba's hand.

Although Ji Yuan didn't make a sound, he moved a jar directly and stuffed it into his storage magic weapon.

Tao Rujian showed interest in his expression, but was a little embarrassed. Zhou Lv'e understood his nature as a Taoist monk, so he immediately got close to Bu Chan, his master's uncle. He didn't know what he said, and it didn't take long for him to say something. He happily held a large jar of spiritual wine and put it away.

Lou Yi and Zhen Bern were thin-skinned and didn't have the nerve to ask for it, but they drank a few more sips, and soon they became red-faced and their heads started to wander. They tried to use magic to get rid of the alcohol, but they couldn't get rid of the alcohol.

When the others saw this, they couldn't help laughing:

"This wine is not an ordinary spiritual wine. If you drink too much, you will get drunk!"

At this moment, a snoring sound came from under the table.

Everyone looked down and saw a handsome young man with a red face and smell of alcohol under the table, who was sleeping soundly with his head raised.

This time, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Even Bu Chan laughed and cursed:

"The little guy doesn't know how high the sky is!"

Wang Qingyang saw that Wang Yian was pitiful and sent Wang Yian to the side room to rest.

"Come on, let's punch!"

"That's not interesting. Let's use this square table as a boundary and two chopsticks as swords. Let's see who gets out of the boundary first..."

Sometimes there was laughter, sometimes there was commotion.

A moment of pleasure.

After all, it's too short.

"Palace Master Guan is back, it's time for us to leave."

Zhao Feng held a piece of Lingxi Stone in his hand and looked back at Wanfa Peak, where the cups and plates were in a mess, with a little nostalgia in his eyes.

But this nostalgia disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by the calmness and determination to face the challenge.

Ji Yuan, Xi Wushang, and Lou Yi also slowly put away their smiles and walked behind Zhao Feng.

And as if he heard the noise, Wang Yian, who was still a little confused, flew out from the side room and staggered down behind Zhao Feng.

Wang Qingyang, who was beside Bu Chan, also smiled, saluted Wang Ba and Bu Chan, and followed them.

Looking at these familiar figures, Wang Hao was slightly silent, then took out several black tokens from his sleeves and handed them to Zhao Feng.

"Senior brother, along the road, you can bury a piece at intervals."

"If the situation is critical, pour mana into it..."

He was suddenly stunned, and then he couldn't help but look at Zhao Feng, only to see that Zhao Feng was also looking at him.

The two of them seemed to have a mental connection at this moment, and suddenly looked at each other and laughed.

This scene seems to overlap with the past.

But Wang Hao changed from the person who received things to the one who gave things.

"Junior brother has transformed from a snake into a dragon, and his spirit is complete! I am far inferior."

Zhao Feng's eyes showed relief, and he took the black tokens generously.

"Let's go! Don't keep Palace Master Guan waiting!"

After saying that, he shook up his plain clothes and turned into a mighty sword light, flying to the three palaces in the sky.

Afterwards, everyone also flew up one after another, following Zhao Feng.

Wang Yi'an finally woke up, looked back at Wang Ba and Bu Chan, bowed deeply, and then turned into a sword light and flew away.

Wanfa Peak, which was bustling just now, became deserted in the blink of an eye.

"Senior brother..."

Bu Chan quietly hid in Wang Ba's arms.

Wang Hao patted Bu Chan's back gently and comforted softly:

"Don't worry, I promise, they will be fine."

…

"Ye Cangsheng's three Void Refining inheritances are extraordinary. If Yang Que successfully obtains the Void Refining inheritance, given his high level and ruthless methods, I'm afraid we will never be able to get ahead!"

Huangjizhou, east of Daqian.

In a city where the five sects of Dongyuan temporarily gathered.

In the middle of the city, there is a grand palace.

There are more than a hundred sect leaders and elders from the five major sects, gathered together, discussing with solemn faces.

The person who spoke was Mei Shan, the master of Babao Palace, one of the five major sects.

He was dressed in a brocade robe and looked majestic. In front of him, a picture scroll was spread out. It was clearly a map of Daqian, with each city marked.

Among them, almost all the eastern and northern cities of Daqian were painted green.

The south and west are painted red.

But between the red and green, there is a small golden dot, which is particularly eye-catching.

Meishan pointed at the golden dot and said solemnly:

"So we must guard the Hualong Pond, and we must not let him seize the Void Refining inheritance first!"

His words immediately gained approval from many people around him.

But some people couldn’t help but say:

"Sect Master Mei is just repeating the same old tune. Who doesn't know that we can't let Yang Que win the Void Refining inheritance? But we have been fighting Yang Que for so long and still haven't been able to completely seal the Hualong Pond. Who can think of other ways?"

When someone questioned, Mei Shan's face didn't look good:

"The Imperial Capital is the most prosperous place in the entire Daqian, and it has been run by the Daqian royal family for many years. We have been suppressed for many years, and now we can breathe a sigh of relief. It is normal to be unable to defeat Yang Que. Now we have gathered everyone, it is time to It’s to discuss a solution.”

Ke Mo, the master of the ‘Fenglin Mansion’, heard this and said in a deep voice:

"In fact, it is not only the inheritance of refining the void, but also the inheritance of the transformation of the gods. It is best for us to keep it in our hands. The total number of inheritances of the transformation of the gods in the dragon pond is limited. Each inheritance will only be awarded to one person. We will occupy more here. If you have more points, Yang Que will occupy less points, and you will always be able to defeat him."

"That's true, but can Yang Que give us time?"

Some people agree, some people question it.

No one can convince anyone.

At this moment, a figure quickly flew over from outside the hall, walked up to an old man with a purple beard, and whispered a few words.

When the purple-bearded old man heard this, he couldn't help but look angry, and his voice couldn't help but become louder:

"You mean, there were monks from other continents who landed on the East China Sea and wanted to go to the Hualong Pond, but they were discovered by our people?"

"Have you caught them all?"

The monk lowered his head and looked slightly stunned:

"Our people wanted to arrest them, but... we never fought..."

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar. (End of chapter)