Chapter 97 Digging three feet into the ground

"Don't worry, I know this bug like the back of my hand. It has no chance of advancing!" Xianyun'er has recorded the weakness of this bug from her ancestors.

It wasn't until Xian Yun'er took action that the Earthly Evil Yin Gu realized that the girl in red was actually a monk. Only then did he realize that the Earthly Evil Yin Gu was spitting out deep black mist.

Under the cover of black mist, the golden light was somewhat dimmed, and the trees in contact with it were all withered, blackened, eroded, and emitting clouds of black smoke.

The only weakness of this insect is that it is afraid of the golden light on the golden monument with the word burial, which can reduce its power by one to two percent!

The trapping fairy silk is an earth-level spiritual weapon forged by the ancestors specifically to restrain this insect. I saw Xian Yun'er holding a red ribbon, waving her jade hand, and rolling it towards the Earthly Evil Yin Gu. The red ribbon extended for an unknown amount of time, covering the Earthly Evil Yin.

The Gu rolled up into a ball and became a red ball.

"Hey, after you're done, can you give me a hand? I, I seem to be trapped and can't get out." Ning Haokan screamed.

"You are really a talent. This should be the trap you created when you were refining your body before, right? Are you able to get stuck here?" Xian Yun'er said with some humor.

"No, the soil seems to have changed. It was soft before, but now it is as hard as a spiritual weapon. Otherwise, I can come out at will."

"Spiritual weapon?" Xian Yun'er asked in surprise.

Feng Chen felt that the loess was nothing strange at first, but he squatted down and touched the soil gently. It was very loose, not at all like what Ning Haokan said. He squeezed it angrily, but suddenly felt that it was countless times harder than before.

, just like iron and cotton, the difference in hardness is huge.

Calculating slightly with his fingers, Feng Chen said: "This soil is very strange. The power changes quickly. The harder it is, the more constant the force is, but the looser it is. It should not be ordinary soil, but may be the material for forging spiritual weapons."

"Materials for forging spiritual weapons?" Xian Yun'er suddenly remembered, touched his head and said: "The material for forging my water and fire stick also contains a kind of spiritual soil with very similar characteristics, which seems to be black and yellow plastic spiritual soil.

It is an extremely precious weapon-refining material.”

Feng Chen calculated slightly with his fingers and affirmed: "It should be all the black and yellow plastic spirit soil you have. Ning Haokan, give it a try. Keep the same intensity and don't be so anxious before."

"Xuanhuang Plastic Spiritual Soil? Is there such a kind of soil?" Ning Haokan was not as impatient as before because his life was no longer in danger. He tried to use his hands to lift up. Sure enough, it was loose. He said in surprise: "No wonder I picked you up.

When it comes to water and fire sticks, sometimes it goes down, but sometimes it doesn't."

After a while, Ning Haokan pulled his feet out of the soil while shaking left and right.

"Hey, this black and yellow plastic spirit soil is really weird." After Ning Haokan came out, he lowered his head and looked at the pit he had created. It was actually shrinking, and it was precisely because of this that he was trapped.

"This is Xuanhuang plastic spiritual soil. It can be used to forge Xuan-level spiritual weapons and above. Although it is not the main material, a pound of spiritual soil is worth a lot of spiritual stones." Xianyun'er looked at Fengchen with joy and said.

"How many spiritual stones are there?" Ning Haokan asked eagerly. Sure enough, good things will always happen to you when you have bad luck. Unexpectedly, he got lucky. This turned out to be golden soil.

"A square of black and yellow plastic spiritual soil should be worth more than a square of spiritual liquid." Xian Yun'er counted with her hands.

"A square of spiritual liquid? That's 100 million spiritual stones! Even ordinary Lingtai realm monks don't have that much spiritual liquid." Ning Haokan exclaimed, it is indeed a material for making Xuan-level spiritual weapons or above, even if it is not the main material

, and also valuable.

Feng Chen also said with a smile: "Put in all this black and yellow plastic spiritual soil. I should be able to sell a lot of spiritual stones with this in the future."

Ning Haokan took out a sword from his storage bag, mobilized his spiritual energy, and stabbed it into the soil easily. Then, in three or two strokes, he cut out a square of spiritual soil. He used his sword to gently draw out a square of spiritual soil with a sharp object.

He asked happily: "How much does this spiritual land cover? If it is tens of miles away, then we will really make a fortune right now!"

What a pity, Ning Haokan had watched hundreds of millions of spirit stones being used by Xian Yun'er for cultivation before, but this time he finally recovered some.

"I used my spiritual sense to see how much black and yellow plastic spiritual soil there is near this cave." Xianyun'er was also a little excited, but soon calmed down: "This seems to be only about two feet, and there are many miles underground.

No similar spiritual soil has been found.”

"Two feet?" Feng Chen calculated slightly with his fingers and said, "That's enough. After all, things are rare and valuable. If there really are miles of black and yellow plastic spiritual soil, the value may be reduced."

"Indeed, rare things are valuable." Ning Haokan nodded in agreement.

Xian Yun'er looked at the mysterious spiritual soil on the ground and smiled slightly. It was not because of the value that she was happy, but because Xian Yun'er knew that with these spiritual soils, she could definitely exchange for a lot of spiritual stones.

Once Fengchen has the resources to break through the Lingtai in the future, Fengchen's lifespan will be increased by another five hundred years.

It's a pity that Xian Yun'er doesn't know that from now on, Feng Chen has already embarked on a path of no return. It was supposed to take fifteen years to become an immortal, but now he must break through and become an immortal within one and a half years.

"Then I'll leave this spiritual soil to you. I need to practice for a while, and I'm not short of spiritual stones for the time being." Feng Chen struggled with his weak body and said.

"Although these black and yellow plastic spiritual soils are not much, they should be very important to you. In order to save me, your life is running out now, and I have already reached the virtual realm of the Earth Immortal Cave, and the spiritual liquid has no effect on me.

, you must hold this black and yellow plastic spiritual soil." Xian Yun'er said solemnly.

"This." Although Feng Chen wanted to refuse, after all, he still had five hundred squares of spiritual liquid, but looking at the expectation in Xian Yun'er's eyes, he knew that this was a sincere intention. If he refused, he would probably make her sad again.

Pursing his lips, Feng Chen smiled and replied, "Thank you very much."

"Yes." Xian Yun'er nodded and said: "Yes, I will dig out the fantasy plastic soil nearby and give it to you now."

Feng Chen naturally knew that Xian Yun'er cared more about these spiritual stones than whether he could survive in the future, so he smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will survive."

"Well, you promised me that you must survive, Lagou." Xianyun'er,

"What's going on?" Ning Haokan looked at the two people with some confusion and said incomprehensible words, lowering his head and silently digging into the black and yellow plastic soul soil.

One square meter = one cubic meter

One foot = 333.3...cm

One foot = 33.33...cm

One inch = 3.333...cm

At this time, the sealing life is only eight days...

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