Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Chapter 125 A Hundred Ghosts Pay Homage to the Phoenix

After Tian Quan and Tian Ling left, Li Qingshan waited in the village.

Night fell, and they still hadn't returned.

Li Qingshan was inevitably a little anxious.

I don't know if things will go smoothly or if we can stop the barbarian attack.

If I weren't tied up with the journey, I would really like to go there myself.

He glanced at the military camp not far away; Jin Wuji was still holed up in his tent, not showing himself for a long time.

He didn't take his words seriously at all.

He glanced at the countdown.

Time until the Gates of the Underworld open: 1 hour and 59 minutes.

Recently, Li Qingshan has been so busy that he almost forgot about the opening of the Gates of the Underworld.

Now that I have nothing else to do, I might as well take a trip to the underworld and see if I can gain anything from it.

Last time it was too rushed, and I only managed to get a bite of the melon, which was a real pity.

I need to be fully prepared this time.

Li Qingshan prepared two burlap sacks, rolled them up and carried them on his back, and also shouldered a black iron gun for self-defense.

Then, he waited quietly by the field for the countdown to end.

As soon as the white mist rose before him, Li Qingshan stood up, shouldered his black iron spear, and slowly crawled inside.

Black, pitch black.

Li Qingshan didn't know how long he had been walking, but it felt much longer than last time, until the air around him became damp, a nauseating smell of decay filled the air, and there wasn't a breath of wind around him.

Only then did Li Qingshan realize something.

I have already entered the Yellow Springs, but this Yellow Springs is clearly not the same place as the last one.

The Gates of the Underworld do indeed lead to the Underworld, but the destination is not fixed.

Last time it was the main hall, this time it's a damp cave.

Does this mean I can no longer go in and steal melons?

The time remaining until the Gates of the Underworld closes is 59 minutes and 59 seconds. A string of text pops up in front of you, indicating that the time it takes for the Gates of the Underworld to open this time is also half that of the last time.

Perhaps I should go back.

You can't see anything clearly inside the cave, so don't get lost and can't find your way out.

Suddenly, a string of oily green will-o'-the-wisps appeared in front of them, barely dispelling the darkness.

Perhaps we should walk a little further ahead.

After all, we're already here.

Li Qingshan stepped forward, carrying his black gun, taking each step carefully and trying not to make a sound.

As they walked forward, the will-o'-the-wisp suddenly went out, and darkness returned to the surroundings.

Li Qingshan held his breath, and suddenly heard a rustling sound under his feet.

He looked down and was shocked to find that he was standing in a deep pit.

The bottom of the pit glowed with a green phosphorescence.

He couldn't help but gasp.

Luckily, I was cautious; otherwise, I would have fallen into the pit.

Rustle, rustle.

The grotesque voice came from the pit.

Li Qingshan glanced down and, in the glow of the green phosphorescence, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The bottom of the pit was clearly a snake's nest, with snakes densely intertwined together, and the rustling sound was the sound of their scales rubbing together.

In the center of the pit, there is a snake's head, as straight as a pottery jar.

On its forehead, there is a protrusion that looks like a bluish-green rock.

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up immediately—it was a dragon!

Although it is not the mythical dragon we imagined, it does indeed possess some of the characteristics of a dragon.

Using it, one might be able to complete the fourth transformation, a complete metamorphosis.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on him: Yes, Old Zhang said there were no more dragons in the world.

But that doesn't mean the Yellow Springs don't exist.

If I kill this serpent, can I use its blood to complete the fourth transformation?

Li Qingshan felt a surge of excitement, even though he knew that killing this snake would be difficult.

But having a way is better than having no way at all.

The location where the Gates of the Underworld open is not fixed each time; it may not be here next time.

Li Qingshan looked around, trying to see if he could give the serpent at the bottom of the pit a good whack.

Finally, he focused his gaze on a large rock and placed the black iron spear aside.

While he was moving the stones, the black iron spear suddenly lost its footing and rolled down.

"Oh no!"

Li Qingshan looked down and saw that the black iron spear had just happened to hit the top of the dragon's head vertically, creating a wound.

The giant snake raised its head, its gaze meeting Li Qingshan's.

Li Qingshan felt dizzy and almost fell down.

At the same time, I heard a rustling sound, and countless small snakes were climbing up the rocks.

"Oh no, let's go!"

Li Qingshan turned and left without daring to look back.

At this moment, Zhejuan'er was holding the line in front of Juelong Valley.

The battle continues, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.

Suddenly, he felt a pang in his heart and turned to look in the direction of the tribe.

Something unusual has happened at the Lord of Azure Scales' place; I must go back immediately.

The transformation of the Azure Scale Lord into a dragon is imminent, and this is Zhejuan'er's greatest concern.

Once the Lord of Azure Scales successfully transforms into a dragon, the Azure Scales tribe will look down upon the entire world.

As for the Dragon Valley, Hetuge promised great benefits and united five tribes.

But after several days of fighting without success, everyone was getting impatient.

Zhejuan led her people to quietly withdraw from the battle.

"The barbarians have retreated! The barbarians have retreated!"

The soldiers guarding the valley roared and threw logs and stones even more vigorously.

Tuoba Feng swung his hammer, smashing the barbarian soldiers in front of him, and roared, "Brothers, charge with me! Let's kill our way to the barbarian stronghold!"

The tide of war has turned.

The valley behind the three thousand feet.

The Lord of Red Bones raised his head and slammed it heavily against the mountain wall in front of him.

again and again.

The barbarian soldiers in the valley all had tears in their eyes.

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They received news that the Lord of Red Bones was dying and, before he died, wanted to burn one last time for the tribe.

It uses all its strength in every impact, trying to carve out a path with its own life.

Cracks appeared in the mountain wall, and after years of erosion by groundwater, the inside of the mountain wall was already riddled with holes.

Blood flowed from the head of the Red Bone Lord, and the blood had a strange smell that invigorated the barbarians.

Everyone is very familiar with this smell.

This is a gift from the Lord of Red Bones. Every newborn in the tribe will receive the blessing of the Lord of Red Bones, becoming strong and healthy, and immune to all diseases.

boom!

Bang!

A tremendous sound, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart, was heard, and a large hole was punched in the mountain wall blocking the way.

Hetuge stood up, drew his scimitar, and pointed it forward: "My comrades, the Lord of Red Bones has paved the way for us. Ahead lies the gold, silver, and women of the Southerners. Charge with me!"

"Rush!"

With a muffled roar, like the beating of war drums, the crowd charged out in unison.

It was quiet on the other side of the mountain wall.

It was so quiet that only a few crossbows were silently aiming at this spot.

Tens of thousands of elite soldiers, fully armed, stood silently with their weapons in hand.

Shen Ying was dressed in military uniform, with Tian Quan and Tian Ling standing beside her.

The barbarians who had just broken out also fell silent, making no sound.

Hetuge's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no, an ambush!"

Shen Ying swung her hand down heavily.

The crossbows fired in unison, and a single bolt pierced through the corpses of several people.

Shen Ying raised the suona to her lips and played a tune passed down from ancient times.

A hundred ghosts pay homage to the phoenix.