Chapter 1070 Inner area, ghosts and Buddhas confront each other

Chapter 1070 Inner area, ghosts and Buddhas confront each other

Thanks to this, Qin Tian has gained a lot from this trip.

Not only did black goods get a lot of votes, but also a lot of rare and hard-to-find old elixirs were collected.

Even by absorbing the sporadic black and yellow energy along the way, the ninth elixir pattern on the surface of the golden elixir has grown again.

Even the power of the true essence has been condensed a little, and once the ninth-grade golden elixir is completely achieved, a qualitative leap will take place.

Even Ao Ling'er, who was picking up things behind, also picked up a lot of things. The treasure bag became more and more bulging, and her belly was round and round, looking like she was extremely comfortable.

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Unknowingly, more than ten days passed quickly.

As he kept galloping all the way, Qin Tian finally walked out of the dense forest and gradually entered a swamp area with dim light, overwhelming stench, and poisonous miasma.

According to the map records in the jade slip, this place has already entered the inner area.

Sure enough, as we continued deeper into the swamp, the aura of heaven and earth became increasingly intense.

But correspondingly, the pressure that exists around them has also increased a lot, making the power of divine consciousness more severely suppressed, and even the movement speed has slowed down a bit again.

The most serious thing is that the spatial cracks that were originally sparse on the periphery suddenly became denser here.

Not only are there many randomly jumping cracks, there are even some areas that are almost completely occupied by black lines. If you accidentally enter, the consequences will be absolutely disastrous.

In view of this situation, even Qin Tian could only slow down and move forward cautiously avoiding many space cracks.

At the same time, the power of his spiritual consciousness spreads, and he always pays attention to the abnormal movements around him, so as not to miss the precious black and yellow energy, or accidentally step into the territory of the monster and encounter a sneak attack.

After all, according to the records on the jade slips, there are monsters in this inner area that are comparable to the infant stage, so there is no room for carelessness.

In this way, several hours passed quickly.

Qin Tian also gradually entered the depths of the swamp, and the surrounding environment became darker and darker. However, fortunately, his physical body was strong enough to completely isolate the poisonous miasma that was always permeating, and he did not have the trouble of swallowing detoxification pills.

However, in order to avoid accidents, Ao Ling'er has been temporarily put into the pet bag.

At this moment, Qin Tian, ​​who was originally galloping, suddenly stopped and his face moved slightly, apparently he had discovered something.

Then his figure suddenly turned around and turned into a blurry shadow, using the dim environment to quietly touch somewhere to the side.

Not long after, they had sneaked about ten miles away, but suddenly there was a faint sound of quarrel in front of them.

After realizing this, Qin Tian quickly activated the Yin Yuan Jue to restrain his aura, and lurked secretly on a dead tree. At the same time, he detected the power of spiritual consciousness and spread it quietly, and a clear picture appeared in his mind.

Not far ahead, there was a seemingly unremarkable hill, and there was a deep cave below. Within it, wisps of yellow and white mist could be seen floating, forming various constantly changing and strange shapes at the entrance of the cave.

And by scanning with the power of spiritual consciousness, you can find that the concentration of the original black and yellow gas in the cave has almost reached an astonishing level, which is definitely not comparable to the sporadic fog in the outer area.

Obviously, this place is a unique gathering point in the inner area. There is a large amount of black and yellow energy inside, which is enough to meet the needs of the monks to condense the infant.

Seeing this scene, Qin Tian's eyes suddenly flashed.

However, his figure stayed in place and continued to hide, without any unusual behavior.

Just because in front of the gathering point cave, on the edge of a stinking quagmire, there were more than twenty monks, divided into two opposing groups.

On one side were all ghost monks, each of them filled with ghostly auras, and there were more than ten of them. And it is not difficult to judge from the clothes, most of them are disciples of several large forces in Hun State, or ghost cultivators in Hun State.

The leader is a middle-aged monk with a thin face and a black robe. He comes from Guimingyin Mountain and his strength has reached the level of a fake baby.

However, what is surprising is that on the other side are eight Buddhist monks wearing cassocks and solemn treasures from the 28th Zen Temple in Yanzhou.

As for the leader, he is the "top leader" of Honglian Temple, the well-known fair-weather monk Huihong!

But at this moment, Master Huihong's face was full of anger. He completely ignored the image of a Buddhist monk. Instead, he clasped his hands and vomited lotus flowers:

"I, Ami, you Buddha, my Buddhist sect discovered this place first. You ghost monks have even robbed monks of their belongings. Can you still have some respect?"

After hearing this, the skinny middle-aged man opposite Guimingyinshan said with a sneer on his face:

"Hehe, this Bald Donkey's words are wrong. As the saying goes, treasures are destined for those who are destined to live there. I, the ghost monk, are obviously destined to this place. Excuse me, Bald Donkey Masters, it is better to get away as far as possible to avoid a fight later. ”

As soon as these words came out, especially the bald donkey, the Buddhist monks opposite him were so angry that they immediately shouted the Buddha's name and scolded them.

As for the monk Huihong, he had no worries at all and yelled directly on the spot:

"His grandma, Lord Buddha, I have been saving sentient beings for many years. Apart from the shameless monster, this is the first time I have seen such a shameless person!"

"Don't be afraid, fellow Buddhists. They are just a bunch of ghosts. We can suppress them with one of our mighty dragons. We can just keep fighting. No one wants to occupy this place alone!"

Hearing this, the Buddhists present couldn't help but twitch their eyes, and they were embarrassed.

But due to the identity of Monk Huihong as a senior disciple of the Red Lotus Temple, the masters could only shout Buddhist chants in response.

Seeing this situation, the skinny middle-aged man on the opposite side of Guiming Yinshan frowned, and felt it was a difficult situation.

Although the ghosts have more people at the moment, most of them are casual cultivators from the Soul State. In fact, they are really a bunch of rabble. Compared with the elite combat power of the 28 Zen Temples of Buddhism, there is definitely a gap.

Because of this, once a fight really breaks out, the two sides are estimated to be evenly matched, and no one is sure to defeat the other. The final outcome is nothing more than a loss to both sides.

If another Cheng Yaojin shows up halfway, it is possible that someone else will take advantage of him. This situation is obviously unacceptable.

As a result, the situation in the field was deadlocked.

Both sides stared at each other, saying all kinds of harsh words, but no one dared to take the initiative.

And the monk Huihong was even more eloquent, speaking eloquently and not losing at all, really showing the "monk's demeanor" to the fullest!

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At the same time, Qin Tian, ​​who was hiding quietly not far away, saw the situation in the field clearly, and a hint of inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but muttered in a high-sounding manner:

"Yes, as the saying goes, treasures belong to those who are destined to them. I agree with this!"