A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 342 Changes in the Gray Fog Sea (5000-word chapter)
The world of gray fog.

As the monks explored the ruins of the Canghui Fog Sea.

More and more treasures have been unearthed.

There are broken treasure fragments, which contain rare gold essence, which emits a dazzling luster when encountering the aura in the air.

There is also such a complete magic weapon as the Yangyuan Furnace, once it is born, it bursts out into the sky with precious light.

Gorgeous light illuminates most of the sky.

The quiet world of gray mist suddenly became lively.

This is the prosperous place of the ancient Splendid World.

There are countless caves and blessed places, even though most of the treasures have disappeared under the erosion of time.

But the number left is still staggering.

Even an ordinary pebble.

After such a long period of erosion by the gray mist, if it has not disappeared, it can be polished and polished.

Millions of years of fog have eroded like great waves washing sand.

Eliminate all those ordinary treasures, leaving only the essence.

Some cave houses are even buried in the deepest part of the cave ruins.

It has withstood the changes of the sky in ancient times, and it has also withstood the erosion and erosion of the gray mist for millions of years.

Once opened, a series of precious lights shot up into the sky.

Countless treasures, pills, spirit objects, and jade slips shot out like shooting stars.

All kinds of breaths vibrate and interweave, forming an astonishing vision.

"Oh my god, it's actually a well-preserved inheritance cave!"

Looking at those ancient books and books, the elixir and spiritual grass exudes a white light under the infiltration of spiritual energy, which has not rotted for millions of years. The spiritual grass is swaying, and the jade jue emits a warm light.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is that the God Transforming Grass? One plant can increase the chance of the Nascent Soul breaking through the Nascent God by [-]%. It is also the main medicine for refining the God Transforming Pill. It has long been extinct in the world of cultivating immortals. I didn't expect there to be so many here."

Someone exclaimed, the nostrils enlarged.

Some people stared at the cyan jades one after another, their pupils shrank fiercely, and they said in shock.

"Those... Jade Jue, recorded in the Zongmen's classics, are special jade discs used by the ancient Zongmen to record the exercises of the primordial spirit."

Everyone dazzled by the shining treasure.

All the monks had red eyes, and even the primordial god was breathing heavily.

Every time such a treasure is taken out, it can cause a bloodbath.

I didn't expect it to be piled up here.

Money is alluring, and great opportunities come before you.

These great monks also lost their Taoism.

"Mine, it's all mine!"

I don't know who was the first to make a move and flicked his sleeves.

A direct move of the long-lost magic power in the sleeve of the world of cultivating immortals.

The huge sleeves cover the sky and the sun, and the black cuffs seem to swallow the sky and the earth.

All the cultivators felt that the opponent was powerful, but the aura on his body was extremely strange.

"This is... Taoist Youchi from 2000 years ago?"

Youwei, the gray-haired old Yuanying, opened his cloudy old eyes wide, unable to believe it.

Many people present did not know who Taoist Youchi was.

But everyone understands.

This must be the old monster of the primordial spirit who disappeared in the world of cultivating immortals.

The other party has not shown up for thousands of years, and there has been no trace of the previous battles in the world of cultivating immortals.

Unexpectedly, for the treasure of Canghui Wuhai, it reappeared in front of the world.

"How daring! When I have no one in the Shenmu sect."

"Youchi, put your things down!"

Several figures flew from all directions, exuding a terrifying aura.

They are all Yuanshen Shenjun.

Seeing Taoist Youchi's actions, these calm and aloof gods couldn't hold back anymore.

One by one, they used their supernatural powers to stop Taoist Youchi's actions while robbing them frantically.

"You bandits, stop! This is my ancient Yanbo gate's inheritance cave, you can't snatch it!"

Some monks cried out in grief on the battlefield.

But everyone is jealous, who cares about the noise next to them?
"Noisy!"

In the chaotic Yuanshen battlefield, several magical powers descended.

A cyan thunderbolt descended, a crimson stream of fire, a heavy black-yellow light, a pitch-black magic knife...

Several kinds of supernatural powers fighting each other unexpectedly unanimously lowered their supernatural powers, and directly wiped out the mournful Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Hmph, now it's an ownerless thing."

A cold voice came from high in the sky.

"Hehe, the scum that doesn't even reach the primordial spirit. Even the old Taoist only dared to do it secretly, but you boasted that the thing was yours. It's no wonder these guys can let you go."

All the monks around were suddenly frightened and fell silent, not daring to breathe.

Some thoughtful people turned around and left, running away one after another.

They have already seen that these real treasure places are already the battlefields of the primordial spirit.

In the face of huge interests.

These usually powerful and elegant gods and adults have no doubts about the devil.

"Old monster Tiantong! Hurry up and hand over the treasures you took from the ruins of my sect's cave."

A handsome old man with gray hair, holding a paintbrush, like an old pedant, stopped in front of a boy.

At this time, the kind-faced old man narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice.

"Do you want to be an enemy of my entire Xianchi sect?"

The boy on the opposite side was obviously only seven or eight years old, with a small amount of hair on his head, his hands and feet were as pink and tender as lotus root joints, and his pink and jade face smiled coldly, full of violence and viciousness.

"Hua Xian, don't use your Immortal Pond Sect to suppress people! First, an inexplicable Void-returning Toad Fairy appeared in the Canghui Mist Sea, and then the phantom of an ancient immortal was born and entered the Canghui Mist Sea. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this world will soon be destroyed." There has been a big change, and you thought it was the world of your nine sects?"

The white-haired old man's face was ugly, his old eyes were expressionless, and he said coldly.

"Even if the world changes drastically, I will take you, a demon, to the Dao and rectify the law, and let you know that my Xianchi sect cannot be humiliated!"

As he said that, the huge paintbrush in his hand was dotted in the void, and after a few points the golden ink had dissipated.

The painting is exactly the scene in front of the old man, as if the space in front of him is instantly condensed into the painting.

There is a seven or eight-year-old boy in the painting, who is lifelike. I can see the boy in the painting looking around at the surrounding environment.

Suddenly he smiled coldly, "Mengbi Shenghua, Xianchizong's feathered treasure is indeed powerful, and you want to trap me in it while I am distracted?"

The boy had a hideous face.

"If it had been before, I would have been afraid of you, now is the right time to try my newly acquired Taiyue Sword."

As he said that, there was a double-edged broadsword in his hand that was taller than him. The wide sword body used runes to depict the pattern of towering mountain peaks, exuding a heavy aura like a mountain.

The boy clumsily swung the wide sword and stabbed forward. The heavy sword actually split the space in front of him and jumped out of the world in the painting.

The terrifying aura emanating from the broad sword told everyone that it was another feathered treasure.

"Painting Fairy!"

The old monster Tiantong gave a sinister grin, raised the broad sword in his hand and slashed at the old man.

"In the past, your Xianchi sect relied on the advantages of magic treasures to take advantage of it. Today, you and I each have feathered treasures, so let me weigh them to see if the primordial spirits of your so-called nine sects are really real!"

The huge sword body struck like a giant mountain, falling down like a meteorite.

The short figure smiled wildly.

"Since you said that this is the magic weapon of your sect, let you, the primordial spirit of the Xianchi sect, try the power of the Taiyue sword."

Seeing the broad sword coming with the momentum of the mountain, the old man didn't dare to neglect, and hastily waved his paintbrush to resist.

The two feathered treasures suddenly burst into a powerful bang in the gray light world.

The soaring momentum shook thousands of miles, and the surrounding space was distorted.

At the same time, the Kunshan Sect, Taibai Sect, Demon Refining Sect, Shenmu Sect... some monks from the nine major sects also encountered great battles.

Even the most intense battle in the Canghui Fog Sea.

The Nine Great Sects have a long history, and Taoism was the top power under the Splendid Golden Palace in ancient times.

It even occupies a super cave.

Therefore, in the sea of ​​gray mist, these sects have the most cave fragments, and the treasures unearthed are also the most valuable.

Naturally, it attracted the coveted attention of the top experts in the sea of ​​gray mist.

Taibai Sect, Shenmu Sect, Demon Refining Sect, these ruins of ancient Taoism all turned into battlefields.

This was unimaginable in the past.

On weekdays, the Nine Great Sects are high above, suppressing the world of cultivating immortals.

Now it has suffered the most ferocious attack.

As the old monster Tiantong said, the successive changes in the world of cultivating immortals have made many people who are dormant have their minds fluttering.

On weekdays, most of them would not dare to make trouble because of the power of the nine sects.

Seeing that the sky was about to change, they emerged one by one.

If he dared to offend them, now he took the initiative to offend them.

On the other hand, the treasures in the sea of ​​gray mist are too amazing, giving too many people a chance to come back.

If one fails, the nine major sects will capsize in the gutter.

Many people can see clearly, so they are frantically fighting for it.

Accumulate capital for the next unknown world.

Even the primordial gods and gods of the nine sects joined in this crazy gluttonous feast.

The order in the world of cultivating immortals since the Middle Ages is collapsing.

In the future, the world is already in chaos.

The power of the nine sects is not easy to use.

The ruins of the ancient Qinglian Gate.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering loud noise erupted.

In the bright light, a black gold sword box burst out of the air, and in the vast fluctuations, it emitted a hazy and peaceful light.

The light is full of rhythm, rising and falling like a beating heart, carrying a fatal attraction.

"The inheritance treasure of the ancient Qinglianmen!"

Youyuanshen Shenjun has fiery eyes.

Feeling the magnificent and unique atmosphere, some people couldn't help but open their eyes wide.

"This is the pure yang magic weapon!"

The eyes of the many primordial gods and gods around them became even hotter.

"Go away, this is the ancestral court of our Taibai Sword Sect, who of you dares to be presumptuous!"

Several primordial gods and gods with sharp aura burst into laughter one after another, with sword aura all over their bodies.

It's just that they haven't waited for their words to fall.

A fierce and bloody demonic energy surged in the sky, and a huge blood harp appeared in the thick blood mist.

Without saying a word, he pressed on the black and gold sword box.

"Blood Fiend, how dare you!"

One is afraid that the sword light will rise into the sky.

Like a long river of swordsmanship, it blocked the terrifying magic power of the Blood Demon Qin.

"It's the Sword Master Wuya, he came with the Taibai Sword!"

someone exclaimed.

The sword light like an infinite horse blocked the power of the blood harp falling from the sky.

Curious about the huge waves and long rivers supporting the red mountains.

But the people of Taibai Sword Sect have yet to breathe a sigh of relief.

A vague fluctuation suddenly came from the other side of the sky.

It was an incomparably terrifying attack, far surpassing any Yuanshen Shenjun.

With an unstoppable momentum, he hit the black-gold sword case without hesitation.

Although the aura of that attack was concealed.

But that terrifying fluctuation is undoubtedly the breath of the pure yang magic weapon.

"Someone secretly urged the pure yang magic weapon to attack!"

The disciples of Taibai Sword Sect couldn't believe it.

There are twelve pure yang magic weapons in the world of cultivating immortals, and the opponent still hides his breath.

"Damn it, it must be the other big sects. I can't see my Taibai Sword Sect reaping the ancient legacy!"

Taibai Jianzong Yuanshen Shenjun gritted his teeth.

crucial moment.

A silvery-white ring exuding infinite brilliance appeared slowly.

It blocked the sudden blow from the unknown pure yang magic weapon.

"It's a gold jade bracelet from the Fuyao sect!"

"They came to our aid."

Someone from the Taibai Sword Sect cheered, but the cheers had not yet stopped.

At this moment, Liu Wuya's face suddenly changed, "Be careful!"

Almost at the same time as he was speaking, another obscure fluctuation suddenly appeared in the space.

Different breaths, but the same terrifying power.

There are still people hiding in the dark, secretly urging the pure yang magic weapon to hit the sword box.

The attack came suddenly, and before the Taibai Sword Sect cultivators could react, it had already hit the sword box.

The black sword box suffered a huge attack, and immediately erupted with bright light for protecting the body.

However, the same pure yang magic weapon suffered a sudden heavy blow.

Even if he barely protects himself, it is a bit stretched.

The intact seal on it was instantly shattered.

The sword box was opened, and the infinitely bright precious light illuminated most of the sky.

The black gold sword box is the same inheritance magic weapon as the Jiuling Pagoda.

It contains various inherited treasures left by the ancient Qinglianmen.

Countless spiritual lights burst out from the sword box like a volcano erupting.

All kinds of jade discs, jade slips, and magic weapon talismans are wrapped in the spiritual light.

The purple top-grade spirit stone, the top-grade spirit stone is swayed like volcanic ash.

At the same time, countless flying swords soared into the sky.

Qinglian Sect was originally the top kendo sect in ancient times, and it stored most of the precious flying swords at that time.

These flying swords have been stored in the sword box for so long, and many of them have their own spirituality.

Now that the confinement is opened, they are flying out like birds fighting to get out of the cage, and scattered away.

Especially the three flying swords among them are the most handsome, exuding an extremely fierce swordsmanship aura, they circled around the black gold sword box a few times before flying away.

"Is that the Feathered Flying Sword?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards, he trembled all over, and chased after him with red eyes.

More are flocking to the black gold sword case.

The eyes of a group of primordial gods and gods were scarlet, and they frantically attacked the primordial gods of the Taibai Sword Sect.

"The world is in chaos, and victory or defeat is here."

"Fight hard, even the immortals have manifested themselves. If we don't seize the opportunity, we will never have a chance to turn around!"

Seeing this, Liu Wuya was even more jealous.

He said with hatred, "A group of rats, dare you!"

It's a pity that with the blood magic zither and the dark two pure yang magic weapons to restrain him, even if Liu Wuya holds the Taibai sword, it is still difficult to stop the madness of many primordial gods and gods.

In an instant, the sky flickered with thrilling light, and from time to time there were astonishing loud noises, and various spells and supernatural powers made the entire space chaotic.

Exudes a shocking breath of disillusionment.

The ruins of Qinglianmen Dongtian, which had withstood wind and rain for millions of years without dying, were blasted into a huge pit in a blink of an eye.

"The number of people participating in this... many primordial spirit battles probably far exceeds any of the battles of righteousness and demons decades ago."

Someone looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance.

Feeling the breath of destruction in the gang wind, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

Next to him, a Yingman Daxiu let out a soft sigh and said.

"The battle between righteousness and evil is at best a battle of positions. There are a lot of primordial gods and gods hiding in the dark in the world of cultivating immortals, watching coldly as the two camps fight for life and death. But right now it is a battle of interests. For the sake of the ancient relics, these The gods naturally have no reservations."

He stared blankly at the battlefield.

Feeling the terrifying aura, his eyes couldn't help showing fear.

Even if he is only one step away from Yuanshen.

But in the face of the aftermath of the outbreak of such a war of multiple gods and monarchs, he couldn't help but feel powerless.

He sighed heavily, his expression dazed.

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else, it's too dangerous here."

The other monks around also saw this and withdrew one after another.

Behind them, the nine immortal sects, the ten ancient clans, the primordial gods and gods of the major forces, and the remaining demonic primordial spirits, who either concealed their identities or blatantly blatantly merged into one.

In the sea of ​​gray mist, such battlefields are everywhere.

Dozens of old monsters like Taoist Youchi who disappeared in the world of cultivating immortals suddenly appeared.

They all came for the ancient inheritance of those super caves.

However, the Nine Great Immortal Sects are not easy to get along with. Facing the interference of many Yuanshen monks, they all invited out their own pure yang magic weapons to fight back forcefully.

The battle was brutal.

But no one retreated.

Especially seeing the treasures left over from the super cave ruins.

Each of the primordial gods and gods seemed to be crazy, and they were almost out of their minds.

However, not every super cave ruin will have a treasure.

For example, Kunshan Sect and Tianmo Sect, these two are more depressed.

Because they inherited the orthodox Kunyumen and the ruins of Wanmomen, there were no decent treasures at all.

Naturally, there was no competition among the powerful.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

However, the entire sea of ​​gray fog has turned into battlefields surrounding those ruins.

The whole mess.

What kind of heart, state of mind.

Nothing is as important as a panacea that can guarantee advancement.

In this situation, even Yuanshen Shenjun couldn't protect himself, let alone Yuanying Jindan.

Countless monks spattered blood, and the blood full of rich spiritual energy flowed into the pale gray earth into the blue sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Unknowingly, even the faint gray mist had a hint of scarlet.

Just when many monks in the world of cultivating immortals caught their eyes, and a large-scale clan battle was about to break out.

In the depths of the sea of ​​gray mist, there was a sudden violent shock.

Many primordial gods and gods felt something, and they raised their eyes to look.

Can't help but widen his eyes.

"This is……"

At the end of the world, there is a dense gray fog rising like a sea tide, as high as a black wall.

In the howling and trembling gray mist, there are countless transparent phantoms roaring manically.

"This is... the tide of gray mist?!"

Many primordial spirits and gods who were scrambling for treasures looked at the gray wall that was rushing like waves.

Can't help but change color one after another.

"No, go back!"

The huge gray fog came like a collapsing snow mountain.

Submerge the pale gray world again.

Countless chances were submerged in the thick mist along with the bones of many monks.

Countless monks fled from the world of gray mist like ants under a tsunami.

Many people watched with ugly faces as the gray mist came back to the edge of the gray mist like waves.

Then he looked at the transparent phantom in the gray mist in horror.

He rushed out of the gray fog and rushed towards the direction of the world of cultivating immortals.

(End of this chapter)