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"Yes, it is indeed quite suitable for burying remains, but these remains are not mine, but yours."

Fang Mu suddenly realized what was happening and said something that made the two of them change their expressions drastically.

"Insolence! A mere level 10 repairman dares to spout such nonsense! Today I'll show you why the flowers are so red!"

"A cultivator at the tenth level, within the valley, would all call me 'Senior Brother,' yet he dares to provoke me like this; he's practically courting death!"

Wang Meng and Liu Lin were furious upon hearing this.

The fingertips gripping the ritual implement turned white.

With a forceful swing of the arm, one should casually unleash the magical weapon in hand.

however.

They were fast, but Fang Mu was even faster.

As soon as he uttered those words, a flash of inspiration appeared in his hand, and a thick stack of talismans appeared.

With a flick of his wrist, the talisman flew out on its own, transforming into a ten-foot-long fire dragon composed of countless red lights.

The fire dragon gleamed and was lifelike, its scales reflecting the sunlight with a bright glow.

With their heads shaking and tails wagging, more than a dozen fire dragons surrounded the two.

He didn't use the top-tier magic weapon, the Xuan Tie Flying Sky Shield, for protection; he only attacked and didn't defend.

That's how confident I am.

Rumble!

After the violent explosion.

The sound was deafening.

The place was a mess, with towering ancient trees lying haphazardly and crookedly on the ground.

It looked like it had been destroyed by a tornado.

The ground is crisscrossed with gullies.

A huge crater appeared.

pat.

Two tattered pieces of cloth, like torn burlap sacks, fell from the lingering wind.

Intestines and blood were spilled all over the ground.

Fang Mu skillfully examined the corpse.

He yanked the two blood-stained storage bags off the waist of the broken stone.

He didn't use the more powerful and terrifying Heavenly Thunder in this battle because he was afraid that the violent and terrifying explosion of the Heavenly Thunder would destroy the two people's storage bags.

After all, in the original story, Han Li used this ferocious weapon to kill a powerful figure, and that person's storage bag was destroyed in the explosion.

Foresight.

This battle used 12 talismans, equivalent to more than 200 spirit stones.

Inside their storage bags, however, lay a substantial profit of over six hundred spirit stones.

In addition, there were elixirs, talismans, and magical artifacts inside.

If you sell it, you can get about five or six hundred spirit stones.

This is equivalent to spending over two hundred spirit stones and getting six times the return.

Fang Mu had thought that his depleted wealth from visiting Wanbaolou had been replenished.

Fang Mu looked solemnly at the bright red book in his hand.

The paper is flexible and the material is obviously of very high quality. When you gently touch it, it gives you a feeling of high temperature and heat.

This book, "The Golden Crow Burns the World," was found on Wang Meng.

It was the life-bound cultivation technique of the so-called number one person below the Nascent Soul stage in the South, the Burning Flame Immortal, as he claimed.

Fang Mu couldn't help but wonder if Wang Meng had actually found the cave of the Burning Flame Immortal.

Or perhaps, he is actually a descendant of the Burning Flame Master!?

After all, Fang Mu consulted ancient books and discovered that the Burning Flame Immortal was also surnamed Wang.

All these efforts yielded nothing.

All that happened in the past has turned to ashes.

The two bodies were burned.

Fang Mu read the book "The Golden Crow Burns the World" in his hand.

Top-tier martial arts technique.

Fire attribute.

He possesses spiritual roots of the three elements: metal, wood, and fire, which are perfect for cultivation.

This technique can be cultivated up to the Nascent Soul stage.

It is a technique created by the ancients based on their observation of the ancient true spirit Golden Crow and their imitation of its demeanor and the path of its demonic power circulation.

Upon reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, it comes with two extremely powerful spells.

This technique has one unique characteristic: it is extremely difficult to master.

The resources required are often two to three times that of a number of monks.

The advantage is that the resulting magical power is far greater than that of other classes.

Having abundant magical power means having the ability to fight for a long time.

Fang Mu immediately decided to specialize in this technique.

He opened the ancient text and first activated the technique to disperse internal energy.

He dissipated all his Changchun Kung Fu power, transforming it into a stream of attribute-less magical energy.

In this way, there will be no hindrance no matter what kind of practice one specializes in.

Then, follow the incantation and formula recorded in the "Golden Crow Burning the World Manual".

Silently recite it in your heart.

At the same time, the magical power within his body was circulating along a strange and unusual path, similar to that of a true spirit.

Fang Mu stayed in the mountains outside Huangfeng Valley, deep in a secluded cave, and began his secluded cultivation.

Three days later.

The boy, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

Flames rose in his pupils.

At the same time, a scorching heat spread from his body.

It instantly expelled all the moisture from the damp cave.

The air became hot and dry.

This "Golden Crow Burning the World Scripture" truly lives up to its reputation as a top-tier cultivation technique; the heat it naturally emits alone is enough to crack the rocks.

Fang Mu stared at his palm, speechless.

This technique is extremely powerful.

To improve his cultivation, he lowered his cultivation level to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Although his cultivation level had decreased, his magical power, which was now more abundant and durable, surged within his body.

The quality of the magic power has increased by several levels.

At this moment, although he was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, his combat power had increased rather than decreased.

Fang Mu was delighted.

A burst of wild laughter echoed from inside the cave.

Huanglongdan lost its effectiveness for him due to drug resistance.

Fortunately, during his previous seclusion, he visited Master Ma's herb garden and met Han Li there.

He exchanged another bottle of cultivation-enhancing pills, the Golden Marrow Pill, from him.

Fang Mu took out all the spirit stones in his hand and copied them to obtain several hundred bottles of Golden Marrow Pills.

It was not taken directly.

Instead, they went to Huangfeng Valley Market.

Inside the market area.

The area is bustling with people, with a large number of independent cultivators coming from outside every day to buy the supplies they need for their cultivation.

One day, a strange man wearing a mask walked down the street.

Why do I say he's strange?

When people come to the market, they go to shop at various stores, big and small.

He did the opposite.

They specifically target lone, independent cultivators.

He leaned close to him and whispered:

"Brother, want to buy some Golden Marrow Pills? Don't worry, the quality will absolutely satisfy you. Ten times your money back if it's fake!"

He spoke very arrogantly.

It successfully attracted the attention of passersby.

The man initially showed a hint of impatience, thinking he had encountered a scammer.

But as if possessed, he nodded and accepted the jade bottle handed to him.

Upon opening the bottle, a rich medicinal aroma wafted out.

The passerby's eyes lit up immediately.

He had taken the Golden Marrow Pill, a common product popular in the cultivation world.

However, I have never encountered anything of this quality before.

"Fellow Daoist, your pills have a rich medicinal aroma, clearly indicating that the herbs used in their production were of astonishing age. The quality is absolutely top-notch. How many pills do you have? I'll buy them all!"

The passerby stared intently at the person wearing the yellow monkey mask and said.

Unexpectedly, a bitter laugh came from behind the yellow monkey mask:

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me. I found this pill in an ancient cultivator's cave. I wouldn't have sold it if I hadn't been short of spirit stones."

Sorry, there are only three bottles.

The passerby took the three bottles of pills and hurriedly stuffed them into his pocket, as if afraid the other party would regret it.

Upon seeing the man in the yellow monkey mask obtain the spirit stone, he indeed headed out of the market, leaving the passersby with expressions of disappointment.