Chapter 6637
: Unlucky People Gathering
The spiritual energy is most abundant in the center of Green Water City.
The flowers and plants here are not only extremely lush and bright, but their species are also different from those in other places.
Ordinary wild flowers and weeds cannot survive here at all and will be eliminated and withered overnight.
The remaining plants are all special mutant species, and their extraordinaryness can be seen at a glance.
In the spiritual world, these plants are called spiritual herbs.
They are often guarded by wild beasts, or imprisoned and hidden by practitioners, allowing them to grow slowly without anyone knowing.
When they are ripe, they can be picked.
But in Green Water City, this barren land, precious spiritual herbs are everywhere.
The formation master Pan Song who was trapped here, and two young monks from third-rate sects, were all shocked by this strange scene.
The spiritual medicine garden within the sect requires careful care by craftsmen and consumes a large amount of spiritual stones and precious fertilizers.
But even so, it is impossible to produce a large number of spiritual herbs and flowers in just a few days.
The vision in Green Water City is truly worrying and shocking.
This is not something that can be achieved by consuming spirit stones and cultivating carefully, but requires meeting extremely stringent conditions such as the right time and place.
When the three monks met, they seemed to have a lot to say to each other, but in the end they just sighed softly.
Unfortunately, they are trapped here and now their future is uncertain and they may even lose their lives.
The lucky thing is that we can witness all kinds of strange sights and experience a special historical event from beginning to end.
For practitioners, participating in and knowing this secret is actually a huge opportunity.
Chance is a kind of luck, but it is not a life-saving talisman. There are many cases of people dying suddenly after getting an opportunity.
You must know that opportunity is a blessing, but blessing and disaster are always interdependent. If you don't keep your tail between your legs after getting the benefits, sooner or later you will bring disaster upon yourself.
Looking up at the sky, you can see a black vortex, so deep that it seems to have no end.
Dazzling flashes of lightning continuously struck the vortex, as if trying to destroy it.
But upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem to have much effect.
Directly below the vortex is the location of the dyeing workshop, which is obviously not a coincidence.
Two days ago, Pan Song completed the refining of the teleportation talisman brick and gained a short period of free time.
After he came out, he met two monks from a small sect. They talked to each other and introduced themselves to each other.
Although they have not had much contact, they all know of the existence of each other's sects. Now they share the same suffering and are facing the same dangerous situation.
Although everyone was terrified, no one thought of escaping.
Pan Song really didn't want to leave because he didn't want to miss the opportunity. He had benefited a lot from refining the teleportation talisman bricks before.
He felt that Tang Zhen would definitely make more big moves in the future.
He is the only authentic formation master in this city, so he has many opportunities to participate.
The two rookie monks were involved by chance, but fortunately they were not harmed.
They wanted to escape, but they knew they couldn't, so they simply didn't do such a stupid thing.
Unexpectedly, after another day, three more monks appeared in the city.
Pan Song had heard of these three practitioners, all of whom were at the senior level.
One of the cultivators was a formation master from a certain sect and had become famous many years ago.
The three monks were covered in dust and looked in a dishevel, as if they had just crawled out of a pile of sand.
This is indeed the case.
Before this, these three monks tried to break through the storm array by force, but ended up falling into a trap.
Buried under the yellow sand, he struggled for a long time but still couldn't escape.
During this period, I was still hoping that my companions would provide rescue, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
The three monks were secretly terrified, fearing that they would die under the yellow sand and no one would even be able to find their remains.
When they were gradually becoming desperate and their minds were about to collapse, a figure suddenly appeared.
With a slight wave of his hand, the three monks broke free from the confinement of the yellow sand and appeared in the center of the street in Green Water City.
The three monks were in a daze, not knowing what was happening, but they found that their bodies were imprisoned.
Unable to cast spells, not much stronger than ordinary people, and even had a sense of emptiness. They had never been to Green Water City before and didn't know what the situation was like here.
But in their opinion, this place should be dilapidated, with yellowish and decadent colors everywhere.
Looking around now, there are flowers and green grass everywhere, and the air is filled with intoxicating sweetness.
The unusually abundant spiritual energy makes people feel extremely comfortable, and all the internal organs in the body are nourished.
This feeling is no different from practicing at the core of the spiritual vein, and it is extremely beneficial for practitioners.
Where exactly is this magical place?
The three monks already had the answer in their hearts, but they felt it was unlikely.
While looking around, Pan Song and the two monks from the small sect happened to walk out of the building next to them.
The six local monks looked at each other, then saluted and greeted each other.
By looking closely at their clothes and judging their temperament and expressions, you can tell that they are all monks from the Northwest Region.
After introducing himself, he sighed and lamented the fate that played tricks on him.
Six monks from different sects gathered in this Green Water City, and now they are helpless.
Until now, the specific situation has not been clarified, and the information available is scattered and vague.
Compared with the three alliance monks, Pan Song knew more and knew that Tang Zhen might want to build a teleportation array.
It is no longer a secret now. The monks of the alliance even know that there are powerful enemies from other worlds hiding here.
Intruders from another world cannot appear out of thin air, so there must be a space channel.
The monks looked up at the sky. The mysterious vortex continued to expand, and the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger.
The place where the dyeing workshop is located gives people a feeling of suffocation.
It’s not that there is no air, but that the spiritual energy is extremely rich, forming a state that is almost substantial.
An ordinary flesh and blood body will inevitably be harmed if it gets close to it, and may even form crystal stones in the body.
The terrifying feeling of oppression made Pan Song and other monks dare not approach, but they guessed that there must be something wrong here.
What would happen if this dyeing factory was destroyed at this moment?
This thought flashed through my mind and was thrown aside in an instant. Unless you really want to die, it is best not to act rashly.
The key is that even if you risk your life, you may not be able to achieve the desired effect.
Not only do they have no skills, they don't even understand the specific situation. How dare they act recklessly?
Tang Zhen did not imprison them, which showed that he was not afraid of it and did not think they could pose a threat.
But perhaps at this moment, Tang Zhen was secretly watching in secret.
Laughter came from the street corner, and a large group of children ran over from a distance, with bright wreaths on their heads.
After seeing the six monks, the children looked at them warily, then went aside to continue playing.
"If I'm not mistaken, the wreaths they wear on their heads contain several rare materials for alchemy."
A monk murmured to himself, his expression filled with shock and surprise, as if he had suffered a great shock.
"Yes, it is."
The monk next to him responded, also feeling deeply moved.
Normally, similar materials would be fought over by monks and regarded as treasures.
If converted into worldly money, it is priceless and enough to bring wealth to an ordinary person for a lifetime.
But at this moment, a group of ragged and barefoot children actually weaved the precious elixir into wreaths.
When it withers, it will be thrown away and there will be no connection.
I wonder how these children would feel if they knew that the wreaths they wove were so precious.
A group of poor untouchables, living in a treasure land that the monks envy so much, but they are in the treasure mountain without knowing it.
Looking at those precious materials being destroyed and damaged by ignorant children, my heart was filled with deep anger and helplessness.
"Everyone, why don't we take a walk around, and it would be best if we could take a look outside the city."
The Alliance Formation Master made a suggestion and looked at Pan Song and the two monks from the small sects, obviously asking for their opinions.
After all, these three monks stayed longer and should know more information.
Pan Song hesitated slightly, exchanged ideas with two monks from small sects, and then nodded and agreed to go.
(End of this chapter)