Chapter 372: Cave Heaven Gourd

Taiyuan and Tailing are the two main peaks that Chen Luo has the least contact with in Qionghua Sect.

Chen Luo did not expect to meet fellow disciples here. No wonder the aura on his body is so strong, far beyond the previous casual cultivators. The two people opposite also showed a bitter smile. They made a series of plans before coming here, and they were ready to take people down after arriving at the place.

Unexpectedly, after a lot of fuss, it turned out to be one of their own.

Chen Luo was also speechless.

The goal he had been planning for more than half a month became a fellow disciple! With the sword order of Qionghua Sect, several people would not be so stupid as to kill each other.

"Fang Jing, Qi Fei."

After sending away Ling Tian who was at a loss, the two exchanged names with Chen Luo, and Chen Luo also introduced himself to them.

"When did Senior Brother Chen come in?"

After knowing that Chen Luo's cultivation was higher than theirs, the two immediately changed their words and called Chen Luo Senior Brother. After chatting for a few words, Qi Fei asked, she wanted to know if the ancestor came, only the Qionghua Seventh Ancestor came, could break this ghost place and take them out.

"I just broke in by accident."

"Is it a coincidence?" Qi Fei's eyes flashed with disappointment.

"No wonder Senior Brother suddenly showed up."

The pattern of Wenxin Town has been set a long time ago. In recent years, except for the people from the Seven Colors Pavilion, almost no outsiders have come in.

"Do the seven ancestors know Senior Brother's whereabouts?"

"I don't know."

Chen Luo shook his head, and then briefly told the two about the situation the sect is facing now. The confrontations of various Yuanying ancestors such as Jinguang Cave, the Millennium Ancient Country, and the Spirit Pool are mixed in, and the Lord of the Ghost Temple and the Painted Skin Demon are hidden behind the scenes.

After hearing the last part, the disappointment on the faces of the two became more and more obvious.

The more dangerous the situation outside, the less likely the seven ancestors will notice this place.

"Can't you get out?"

Chen Luo saw something from the expressions of the two.

"The two of us have been trapped here for three hundred years."

Fang Jing next to him smiled bitterly. As the true disciples of the Qionghua Sect, how could he and Qi Fei stay in this place if they were not trapped?

Three hundred years?

Chen Luo frowned.

It has only been ten years since Wenxin Town became like this, so how can it be said that it has been three hundred years?

"It's not just Wenxin Town, the entire Yongye Kingdom is like this." Fang Jing explained, as if he saw the doubts in Chen Luo's heart.

The entire Yongye Kingdom! If it was a country, the scope of this change would be too large. How did such a large scale escape the supervision of the Qionghua Sect?

"Do you know who did it?"

Chen Luo raised his head and gestured, wanting to ask the two of them if the source of this change was the "God" in the sky.

"I don't know."

Fang Jing shook his head, he really didn't know.

During the years he was trapped, he had thought of many ways and had also tested the "God" in the sky. The other party seemed to be a puppet and dead thing. It would only bring down heavenly punishment when it violated the "rules". Otherwise, it never showed up, just like it didn't exist.

"Three hundred years ago, Junior Sister Qi and I sneaked into the ancient country to carry out the sect's mission. When the mission was about to be completed and we were about to return to the sect, the sky in this area suddenly became dark, and then this place entered the eternal night and could not leave."

"Suddenly turned dark?"

Chen Luo didn't quite understand. Fang Jing and Qi Fei were both true disciples of the Qionghua Sect and Jindan cultivators. Even if the Yuanying Patriarch took action, they would not be unable to see anything.

"It was just a moment."

Fang Jing smiled bitterly.

"I don't believe it myself. The feeling of sudden darkness was like someone covering the sky with a curtain, or someone putting it into a container."

While Fang Jing was describing, a thought suddenly popped up in the external brain.

'Dongtian Gourd. '

The brain of the Heart Demon Patriarch said a strange name with great certainty. The Jiaolong brain also had fluctuations. These two Yuanying cultivators had come into contact with this thing before their death and kept this memory deep in their brains.

The Dongtian Gourd was their goal.

It's a pity that they never found the real Dongtian Gourd until they died.

Opportunity to become a god!

Chen Luo understood it instantly. Whether it was the Seven Ancestors of Qionghua or the Centipede Spirit of the Thousand-Year-Old Country, they were all planning this thing. Not only them, but also the Heart Demon Ancestor of the Lower Realm, the Fourth-Level Flood Dragon who was looking for the Dragon Tomb, and even the Painted Skin Demon, the previous ancestor of the Golden Light Cave, were all plotting it.

These people tried their best and tried every possible way but failed to find the body of the ‘Dongtian Gourd’. This place has its own logic running, and it is difficult for the outside world to find its location. If Chen Luo had not used Brother Changqing’s brain, he would not have been able to get in.

“How much ink have you collected?”

Since they couldn’t get out, the problem had to be turned to the present. Since the three of them were from the same sect, there was a possibility of joining forces. Chen Luo always felt that if he wanted to figure out the secret of the ‘Dongtian Gourd’, he had to dye the color of the ‘sky’.

Let himself become the sky of this painting, and become the ‘god’ in the mouths of ordinary people.

“It’s still a long way from ‘spiritual energy into a lake’.”

Each of them took out a small porcelain bottle. Chen Luo sensed a large amount of ink from the porcelain bottle. The total amount of ink in the hands of the two people was at least a thousand drops.

"Colors will not be superimposed infinitely. After reaching a certain critical point, the growth momentum will slow down and it will lose its effect on us." Fang Jing said and handed the ink in his hand to Chen Luo.

After three hundred years of collecting, Fang Jing still has a lot of ink in his hands. For him now, the ink has lost its effectiveness.

They had walked the same path that Chen Luo was taking now.

After a hundred years of walking and reaching the critical point, changes will come.

Ink rain falls from the sky, washing away all traces.

A century-old business was ruined and we had to start all over again. After trying twice, the two of them gave up. After Wenxin Town was eroded, the two of them hid here immediately, preparing to take advantage of the blankness of the new place to seize more living space.

"It's raining from the sky?"

The 'painter' who has the inherent advantage will not watch their development. The reason why he is ignored now is because his threat level has not reached the level yet. 'Painting' is not as simple as Chen Luo thought. Wenxin Town can do this because this place has only been occupied for more than ten years. There are a lot of blanks on the 'picture scroll'. Even if there is 'color', it is newly stained. But it is different in other places. The Kingdom of Yongye has been contained in the Cave Sky Gourd for more than three hundred years. For such a long time, the color in front has already penetrated into the scroll itself. If you want to cover it, it cannot be done overnight. of.

"It's that cloud."

Fang Jing glanced at the ink clouds in the sky.

"Wenxin Town is pretty good, and you can meet some colorful people. My senior brother and I have been to the capital of Yongye Kingdom before, and that place has all turned into black and white, with only tree people left."

"Senior brother, you just came in. These inks are still useful to you."

Next to him, Qi Fei also gave his own ink to Chen Luo, and more than a thousand drops were credited to his account at once, saving Chen Luo a lot of trouble.

"In the late stage of Dan Formation, after digesting this ink, it is very possible to go one step further and be promoted to a strong false infant with complete Dan Formation."

Knowing that the seventh ancestor of Qionghua would not come, the two placed all their hopes on Chen Luo.

This place cannot be broken by just relying on pill formation cultivation. Only Nascent Soul can enter and leave here. When the Yongye Kingdom fell in the past, they had seen the national teachers of the thousand-year-old kingdom leave.

"Fake Infant Monk? Yes, you can give it a try."

Chen Luo nodded. He did not tell the two of them his true strength. There was a big difference between the golden elixir and their blood elixir. He had even wounded the master of the Golden Light Cave, let alone the fake infant monk. As for the real Yuanying realm, Chen Luo is not sure yet.

In the realm of cultivating immortals, the Nascent Soul realm is the last step in accumulating spiritual energy. It has a lifespan of three thousand years and is respected as the True Lord of Nascent Soul. It can use magical powers to control the vitality of a place, call wind and rain, and move mountains and seas.

The two then talked a lot about Yongye Kingdom with Chen Luo.

The viewing angles of the two of them were high, and the content they saw was different from Ling Tian's. Through the two of them, Chen Luo knew the size of Yongye Kingdom.

There are ninety-nine cities in it!

Except for the Imperial City, the remaining ninety-eight cities have all been turned into "black and white paintings". The Wenxin Town where they are now is an area under the jurisdiction of one of the black and white cities.

After talking about the current situation of Yongye Kingdom, they also talked about a lot of ways to use ink. ‘Drawing’ is just the simplest way to use it, and the best way is to practice your magical powers. The power of magical powers with the addition of 'color' will become several times stronger. This increase is a great weapon for sword cultivators from the Qionghua Sect.

The two of them survived until now only with the sword in their hands.

Chen Luo listened quietly. The experiences of these two people were very strange. Many of the ideas they proposed were helpful to him, especially the method of using ink. From the perspective of mutual benefit and reciprocity, Chen Luo also gave a lot of advice to the two of them. Chen Luo, who has more than 500 external brains superimposed, is almost an all-rounder in cultivating immortals. No matter which field the two of them encounter problems, he All can be answered one by one.

This made the two of them admired, and they even made a plan to use Qise Pavilion to help Chen Luo collect ink in the next period of time.

The three of them chatted for a while and didn't leave until dark.

Although it was pitch dark all around, the three of them all kept track of the time. Chen Luo used the ink he just got to 'draw' fireflies around the valley, using the insects to judge the time.

"Brother, please hurry up as much as possible. I feel like this place won't last long."

The two stood on the boat, and Qi Fei reminded Chen Luo.

In three hundred years, most areas of Yongye Kingdom have been reduced to black and white. A 'black and white ink painting' is about to be completed, and the 'failures' in their paintings will definitely be cleaned up the moment the painting is completed.

"rest assured."

Chen Luo nodded and watched the two people leave.

This time it was an unexpected blessing. I received more than a thousand drops of ink for nothing, as well as a subsequent supply of ink. Knowing some of the secrets of this place allowed him to revise the original plan.

"The first step is to deal with the 'rain of ink from the sky'."

Chen Luo turned around and returned to the theater. After casually arranging a task for Ling Tian, ​​he dismissed him. (End of chapter)