Chapter 1397

"This is really God's help. I can't help it."

Walking in the wilderness, song Qingshu murmured, and the excitement in his eyes was hard to hide.

The evil sun essence is really not a good thing. Even in the past, he can't raise much interest. After all, the evil sun essence not only makes it difficult to take it back, but also pollutes the immortal material. Even if someone is willing to take it back, it must be a low-level monk.

For them, there is little difference between the evil Japanese inflammatory essence and the Japanese inflammatory essence. They are all powerful flames, which are mostly used to fight with the enemy.

But now it's different. Song Qingshu has a boat to cross the difficulties. The evil Japanese essence can be said to have just come to the door, which is also one of the things he needs most.

The boat is refined by Wang Jing of the immortal sea. It is also a rare treasure in the fairy world. Every time it is born, it will lead to a bloody war.

Because of its value, even if song Qingshu could fly to the fairy world after that, he did not dare to use the ferry boat at will.

Because its material and effect are too obvious, the fairyland is not like daqianworld. It is normal that almost no one can recognize Xianhai Wang Jing in daqianworld, but it is not normal that someone in the fairyland can't recognize Xianhai Wang Jing.

As long as someone finds that song Qingshu has such a huge fairy sea Wang Jing, you don't have to think about it. Song Qingshu will face endless pursuit in the whole fairy world.

Therefore, when song Qingshu systematically introduced Xianhai Wang Jing to him in that year, he asked about the methods to avoid this dangerous situation. One of them is the essence of evil Japan.

Although the evil day inflammation essence can pollute the immortal ware, it is not worth mentioning for Xianhai Wang Jing. The level difference between the two is too much.

For Xianhai Wang Jing, the evil sun inflammatory essence is the best means to cover up. Song Qingshu believes that when he uses the evil sun inflammatory essence to temper Xianhai Wang Jing, although it has no impact on the quality, it certainly looks like there will be a big change.

Unless he shows his terrible power to cover the rules of the avenue in front of each other, it is difficult for even the people in the fairy world to recognize that the ferry boat in his hand is Xianhai Wang Jing.

At that time, even if he goes to the fairy world, song Qingshu is not afraid to be recognized. He has Xianhai Wang Jing. After all, no one in the fairy world is stupid to burn Xianhai Wang Jing and other treasures.

In the boundless wilderness, song Qingshu was tens of miles away with each step. He did not fly, but experienced the changes of the space Avenue in the process of moving forward.

After communicating with the system in the cemetery about the classification of fairyland, song Qingshu put more emphasis on the understanding of the rules of the avenue.

On the one hand, he is swallowed by heaven, Bo Tim tin mat, and he must upgrade and repair as long as there is treasure and resources to be promoted. On the other hand, he is the essence of the remaining rule of the Boulevard. If such treasures are not consolidated, they will be truly a wild object.

Of course, song Qingshu also understands that it is unrealistic to quickly understand the new avenue rules in his current state of cultivation, so he focuses more on the avenue rules he has already understood, such as the killing rules and the space-time Avenue rules.

At the moment, song Qingshu's steps seem to others to be just a stroll in the court, but look carefully. With each step, the space under his feet will shrink miraculously. When that step falls, the whole person has appeared dozens of miles away.

This is a great way to use the space Avenue. With song Qingshu's space Avenue, he soon came to a mountain ten thousand miles away.

Looking up, the mountains are endless, and the deep blue color is frightening.

This is the place where Li Ling heard of the evil sun inflammatory essence, Wanyao mountain.

However, different from the seclusion, there are a lot of sparse camps and crowds outside the mountains, and even one or two temporarily established towns.

Glancing at the newly-built towns, song Qingshu couldn't help feeling that the merchant's head was flexible. It was almost profiteering to sell things such as healing medicine talisman paper in these places.

However, song Qingshu didn't care about the existence of those businessmen. After sweeping his eyes, he no longer cared. He continued to walk to the depths of the mountains.

"Roar!"

"Damn it, it's Chuanshan. Be careful, everyone. Qi Li killed it!"

"Ah, poison sneak attack!"

……

With the deepening of song Qingshu, shrill cries and animal roars sounded in the mountains. Hearing all kinds of sounds in his ears, song Qingshu couldn't help shaking his head.

At this time, he understood why it was called Wanyao mountain. There were too many monsters in the mountain. Some were not weak in intelligence, and some were cruel, simple and stupid. It was impossible to prevent.

However, song Qingshu also knows that if this trend continues, the monsters in the mountains will retreat sooner or later.

Although there are many monsters, there are more human friars coming.

When the accomplishments of the two sides are similar, the number and strategy of human friars have too many advantages.

However, all this had nothing to do with his song Qingshu. Everywhere he passed, neither monsters nor humans noticed him at all. His divine knowledge dispersed, and song Qingshu began to search for the existence of the evil Sun Essence in the mountains.

With the passage of time, half a day passed in an instant. At this time, a strange color flashed on Song Qingshu's face.

Although the mountain range is large, he has almost swept 90% of the area under his induction. According to reason, even if he can't find the existence of the evil Japanese inflammatory essence, he should be able to find a trace of its appearance, but he didn't see any trace after half a day.

This discovery made song Qingshu wonder whether the news of the emergence of the evil Japanese essence here was faked.

"If anyone dares to lie to me, don't blame me for cleaning you up."

Song Qingshu found a huge tree and sat on his knees on the crown. After his eyes closed slightly, his divine consciousness spread like a spider net.

At this time, he had given up the idea of continuing the search. Instead, he wanted to see who had the courage to release the false news of cheating Japan.

"Hey, why haven't you found the evil day inflammation essence?"

"Roar!"

"Hey, there are so many fools looking for treasure. Your treasure belongs to me."

"You lied to me. You must die!"

"Why not die? Xiuzhen, who's dead? Ha ha ha. "

……

With the spread of song Qingshu's cobweb like divine consciousness, many friars' quarrels and fighting, as well as the roar of monsters, were brought into his ears. However, song Qingshu did not listen to the information and continued to sit around and feel it.

"Should there be enough people?"

Just after Song Qingshu sensed it for more than an hour, a whisper came into his ears. Hearing the speech, song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. The next moment, the branches moved with the wind, but the song Qingshu on it had disappeared.

In the depths of the ten thousand demon mountains, a magnificent figure appeared. Looking at the calm pool in front of him, song Qingshu showed a smile on his face.