"Taoist Master, thank you for your hard work. Let's go back now."

Yang Yunfan estimated the time and it was time for Ye Qingxue, Sheyu and the others to arrive at the Palace of the Gods.

He has to go back early. Otherwise, if that girl Tianqi says anything nonsense and my wife discovers something is wrong, he will be doomed!

"Young friend Yang, besides the soul-nourishing grass, what other medicinal materials do you need? I, Qingcheng Mountain Laojun Guan, don't have many other things, but as for medicinal materials, my Qingcheng Mountain sect has been established for thousands of years, and there is no shortage of them." Taoist Master Yunlong Sa Shuang said.

Said. As long as Yang Yunfan can refine the ancient spirit elixir, let alone a mere medicinal material, he can agree even if he is asked to demolish Laojun Temple and rebuild it.

"That's not necessary. I have collected all the other medicinal materials in my storage bag." Yang Yunfan patted his storage bag and laughed.

When picking soul-nourishing grass today, he thought there would be a fierce fight. After all, the strange wind he encountered last night was very strange. Even with Yang Yunfan's current cultivation level, he had to deal with it carefully. If he was not careful, he would be swept away.

If he gets caught in the wind, he may only be able to release the power of merit to protect his body, otherwise, his soul will inevitably be damaged.

However, as the disciples of Wan Shen Palace said, this strange wind does not come out much during the day.

Seeing this, Taoist Master Yunlong nodded and said with a smile: "Since we have enough medicinal materials, let's go back. In the past few days, we first went to Kunlun Mountain to survive the Douxiantai Competition, so as to prevent others from discovering any clues and looking for them.

Come on, the two of us. Wait for the fight.

The Sendai competition is over, Pindao will go with you to Xiangtan City to protect you and make elixirs for you! In short, before this ancient spirit elixir is born, Pindao will definitely follow you. Little friend Yang, don’t blame Pindao for being cautious, it’s true

I can't afford to wait for this elixir."

"Don't worry, Taoist Priest. I, Yang Yunfan, keep my word. Besides, Taoist Priest helped me find these medicinal materials. I, Yang Yunfan, will keep this favor in mind."

When Yang Yunfan saw that Taoist Yunlong also spoke frankly about his worries, he no longer worried about anything.

What's most scary is that Master Yunlong doesn't say anything on his face, but he is thinking about it in his heart, which is really painful.

The so-called gentleman is magnanimous, but the villain is always worried.

Taoist Master Yunlong and Yang Yunfan are not villains, and they have similar personalities. When they get along with each other, they are like spring breeze. After chatting for a few words, they both have a feeling of regretting that they have met each other too late.

"Of course Pindao believes what Yang Xiaoyou said! Please!"

Taoist priest Yunlong laughed, and then made a gesture of invitation to Yang Yunfan.

When he came, Yang Yunfan asked him for help, so he made a gesture of asking. At this time, he hoped that Yang Yunfan would also help him, so he was naturally much more polite.

"Taoist priest, you're welcome. Please!"

After saying that, they both laughed, walked side by side out of the Valley of Death, and then turned into two rays of golden light and headed towards the Palace of the Gods.

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Death Valley.

Yang Yunfan and Taoist Priest Yunlong found enough soul-nurturing grass.

As for the Ancient Spirit You Dan, they saw the hope of breaking through to the golden elixir realm, so they were naturally very happy.

But within the valley, there was a gloomy black mist that flew in from the outside, wandered around in the valley, and finally landed on the slope, on a piece of soil that had been carefully excavated.

Just now, Yang Yunfan and Taoist Priest Yunlong dug up a soul-nourishing grass here.

"Asshole! I came a step too late. Six of the soul-nurturing plants were poached!"

The black mist rolled from time to time and slowly turned into something that looked like a pitch-black figure. However, he did not have any facial features and his face was blurry, but he looked even more eerie and strange.

"One soul-nurturing grass needs the souls of thousands of people to nurture it! In a thousand years, you have only raised less than twenty soul-nurturing grasses. Now the time for the owner's return is approaching. You losers, don't you want to die?"

"?" The black mist suddenly stirred up and let out a ferocious roar, which seemed to come from the netherworld.

At the same time, tiny black lightning flashed across the sky and fell into the valley, making a "crackling" sound, hitting the dark soil and cracking into the black cracks in the cliff.

"Woooo..."

But after a while, many black strange winds slowly emerged from the soil and small cracks after being struck by lightning.

In these strange winds, from time to time there are ghosts struggling and wailing in pain, as if begging for mercy from the black mist.

But at this moment, a man wearing Taoist robes slowly walked into the valley.

"A bunch of trash! I've only been away for a few days, and I've already lost so much soul-nurturing grass! What's the point of raising you?"

The Taoist snorted coldly and took out a strange magic weapon that looked like an umbrella cover, but the color on it was black and white.

He shook it slightly, and strands of cold golden light emanated from the magic weapon.

The golden light shone in the black strange wind, and the innocent souls in the strange wind were instantly wiped out. In just a few breaths, more than half of the black strange wind in the entire valley was reduced. Even the sky became a lot brighter.

.

"Who are you?"

The black shadow was startled when he saw the Taoist priest who suddenly broke in. He was busy preparing to attack, but when he saw the black and white magical weapon, he was stunned. Then the whole black shadow crawled on the ground and said with a trembling voice:

"Yin-Yang Treasure Pillar! You are the one who receives the envoy... This subordinate, I have seen the envoy! I wish the envoy a long life."

The Taoist turned back and glanced at the prostrate black figure at his feet, nodded and said: "You were just born from the Divine Pond in the past hundred years, right? Well, the newly born children of the God Clan are really of a higher level.

It’s getting worse and worse, and it can’t even form a face, so how can we talk about seizing the body and walking in the world as a normal human being? It seems that the time for the master’s return is coming!”

"The messenger has a clear warning."

The black figure did not dare to make any rebuttal. He crouched on the ground and said in panic: "Master Messenger, you also know that the soul-nurturing grass is of great significance to the master's return to nirvana. There are so many missing now, and I feel guilty.

Even if I deserve to die, I will return to the embrace of the Divine Pond with no regrets, but I cannot delay the master's important events."

"Yes, the master's return is the biggest event for our clan. We really cannot delay it."

Hearing the words, the Taoist nodded, then took out something that looked like a magic pestle from his arms, handed it over and said, "See how loyal you are. This magic weapon was left behind by the master when he once walked the world. It contains the meaning of

The master’s essence aura can equal the effect of ten soul-nourishing grasses!”

"Thank you messenger!"

The black shadow transformed into hands, respectfully took the thing that looked like a magic pestle, and looked at it carefully.

This demon-subduing pestle has four faces in total, each face has a painful expression. They are old age, sickness, death, disability...

If Yang Yunfan were here and saw this magic pestle, he would definitely scream.
Chapter completed!