monk family

Chapter 1392 Mysterious Race
The lotus pods of the three-color and seven-color spirit lotus in Linghu Lake have gradually matured.

Colorful Linglian is different from ordinary varieties.

Once ripe.

The lotus pod will fall.

If the lotus pods and spiritual lotus roots are not collected in time, they will turn into three-color spiritual smoke and dissipate in the air within half a cup of tea.

Therefore.

Red Clothes this time.

Almost all of them never leave Linghu for a moment.

She stayed in the hut for less than a quarter of an hour, and seeing that Fu Shiyi was only cultivating wholeheartedly, she reluctantly left the canyon and headed for Linghu.

"It would be great if the master had a few more helpers."

Hong Yi sighed.

Because there is no time.

Her cultivation base and alchemy level have stagnated for decades.
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Cultivation has no time.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the conditions of abundant aura here in the canyon, Fu Shiyi's true essence finally recovered.

"It's time to go back."

away for so long.

I don't know what will happen.

The most important thing is that Fu Shishi is worried about Mr. Fu, Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian.

After getting up.

A thought moves.

Fu Shiyi withdrew from the Sea of ​​Consciousness space.

A piece of yellow came into view.

She found herself in the desert.

The sky is full of yellow sand covering the whole world.

Almost the first time.

She summoned the pagoda and at the same time inspired the five-color Xiayi on her body.

This is not enough.

at the same time.

She silently began to perform the "Flower Rain Festival" secret technique.

at this time.

Suddenly a white light shines from the yellow sand.

But he saw a box of ointment flying out of the void and hovering in front of Fu Shishi.

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up:
"Is this the reward for clearing the second floor?"

Although he really wanted to see what was inside, but he was in a dangerous place, and he didn't dare to relax at all. He just threw the ointment box directly into the storage bag, with full consciousness, and searched the surrounding area with the greatest range of warning.

in the desert.

In addition to yellow sand, it is still yellow sand.

Can't sense a trace of aura, let alone any treasures of heaven and earth.

Chrysalis, gray snake.

Nowhere to be seen.

Half an hour passed.

No anomalies were found.

"what?"

Southwest orientation.

Three sword rainbows came galloping.

Fu Shiyi was overjoyed, and was about to fly against the wind to meet her, but as the three sword rainbows approached, she narrowed her eyes slightly. The pressure of these three people was much stronger than that of the old man and others. , Jianhong retracted, revealing three men and women in strange costumes.

of the three.

The upper body of the two men was shirtless, and a piece of animal skin was simply wrapped around the lower body. The other woman only covered the key part a little bit. All three of them had the same tattoo on their backs. No, upon closer inspection, it was Totem runes.

This kind of dress is very similar to the monks in southern Xinjiang.

All three of them exuded the coercion of the ninth level of Jindan.

but.

At this time, all three of them were covered with colors.

Obviously a little embarrassed.

Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

This mysterious place of trial.

It seems that it is not just an entrance under Changling Peak.

People do not blame.

Fu Shiyi made a bow with both hands:
"The three Taoists are friendly, and my surname is Fu."

"Surnamed Fu?"

of the three.

The two big men did not speak, and the beautiful woman was vaguely the leader.

For the appearance of Fu Shishi, the beautiful woman was very surprised. She looked up and down Fu Shishi for a long time, her voice was cold:
"The members of the Maha tribe are dead?"

Maha?
Fu Shiyi had never heard of it.

She said truthfully: "Fellow Daoist, with all due respect, among the great families of the Great Zhou, I have heard that there is the Maha clan."

(End of this chapter)