Chapter 116: The Isolated Island

  After a long time, the red flames on the island gradually faded away. In the air, there was still a lingering scorching breath.

  Ding Yan stood on a flat ground, his expression dull. The flat ground was originally the location of the cave house, and the explosion of Wu Yan's spell had directly melted the cave house, leaving only a black flat ground. This black flat ground was formed by the fusion of black stones, and when Ding Yan stepped on it, he could clearly feel the heat emanating from under his feet.

  "This is just the first layer of the Witch Flame Incantation......" Ding Yan came back to his senses, a hint of divine light flashing in his eyes. However, very quickly, a wave of weakness washed over him, and Ding Yan swayed before directly sitting down on the ground.

  Felt inside the lower body and found that the soul's power was almost exhausted.

  After a moment of meditation, Ding Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed greatly, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

  "Oh no, Ji Tianling!"

  The quiet Tianling tree, still as before, on the withered tree, dozens of green leaves flicker with emerald light, full of vitality. The terrifying flames in the smelting cave just now didn't cause any damage to it. But thinking about it, the vitality of the quiet Tianling tree is extremely strong. In the storage space of Wangsi City, everything has decayed, but only it survived, and this alone is enough to prove everything.

  "It's indeed the treasure tree recorded in the Lingbao Scripture." Ding Yan walked over and stroked the branches.

  The scorching flames surprisingly didn't leave a single mark on it.

  "I wonder what level of treasure this precious tree can be refined into...". Ding Yan's heart was slightly moved, but he quickly suppressed the urge.

  Ji Tian Ling Shu was the foundation of his cultivation in this world. The cultivation of the Qian Kun Dao Jing required the absorption of spiritual energy to advance, but the spiritual energy in this world was almost depleted, and the power absorbed by cultivators was basically yuanqi.

  After receiving the Quiet Heaven Spirit Tree and two ancient books, Ding Yan continued to search for it in the space of Qiankun Sleeve.

  After the power of rejection appeared, it left many hidden dangers in Ding Yan's body. Although they can't be seen for now, they will gradually appear as time passes. Before that happens, Ding Yan must quickly improve his cultivation to suppress the power of rejection and find medicinal pellets to repair those internal injuries.

  Only in this way can he complete those three things before the force of rejection thoroughly erupts.

  "I remember that day, I seemed to have gotten a few more things..." Ding Yan's mind was calm and quiet in the space of Qiankun sleeve. Indeed, after a moment, he found a black stone in a corner.

  Ming Jing, it was that day in Wang Si Cheng, picked up a stone from the dead monk's hand.

  Then, Ding Yan found that black ghost slave mark which was cut in half again in the space of Qian Kun Sleeve...

  Ghost slave pattern, quietly staying in the corner of the??? sleeve space, where it is located, is wrapped in a cold and dark light. When Ding Yan Xian Zhi arrived at this place, after touching that cold and dark light, he couldn't help but shiver.

  "This thing is too sinister." Dingshen withdrew his divine consciousness and said with a lingering fear in his heart.

  Ghost slave pattern, obviously from the coffin in the city of injustice, was released by that person sleeping in the stone coffin. At that time, if it wasn't for Huang Quan's three-soul sword energy left behind, Ding Yan would have been enslaved by the ghost slave pattern.

  "With the cultivation of Huangquan Old Immortal's nine calamities scattered immortals, the Three Souls Sword Energy refined from it still needs to collapse one more time to cut open this Ghost Slave Seal......" Ding Yan left a few seals on the edge of the Ghost Slave Seal.

  This thing is absolutely a big killer, at critical moments, it can be used to kill enemies.

  As for the remaining two sword auras, they became extremely calm in Ding Yan's perception. The green-clothed girl sitting in the center also disappeared, leaving behind an ancient bamboo scroll. Ding Yan knew that this bamboo scroll was the ultimate cultivation method of Huang Quan Old Immortal - the Huang Quan Treasure Canon.

  A part of it can cultivate the Eight Tribulations Scattered Immortal, and even records the insights left by Huang Quan Old Immortal when he passed through the Nine Heavenly Tribulations.

  However, what made Ding Yan feel regretful was that no matter how he summoned this ancient scripture, he couldn't take it out, let alone peek at the cultivation experience within. As for those two sword auras, they were also surrounding the bamboo slips, slowly rotating, forming a yin-yang pattern.

  After adjusting his breath for several more hours, Ding Yan finally got up and left this deserted island that had been completely abandoned.

  All the way west.

  After flying for about two hours, Ding Yan saw a fishing boat.

  On a fishing boat, a sixty-year-old fisherman, with white hair and beard, had calluses all over his dry and rough palms.

  Ding Yan's immortal sense swept over the fishing boat, without stopping for a moment. His figure turned into a flowing light and disappeared in the distance. After he left for a long time, the old fisherman cast his net and sang loudly, "No matter how you jump and leap, you can't escape this old man's broken net..."

  ......

  The Chu State, bustling streets.

  Ding Yan wore a cyan robe, walking slowly on the street, looking at the bustling crowd. Having been away from the crowd for a long time, and returning to the mortal world, it was inevitable that he would feel a sense of dizziness.

  "Osmanthus wine, good osmanthus wine!"

  Candied Hawthorn

  "Yue certain travels around the country, today arrived at the beginning of the border, looking at all the fathers and elders, those with money can donate some money, those without money can cheer him on."

  ......

  "Tian Xiang Lou!" Ding Yan stopped in his tracks as he passed by an ancient and simple building.

  He remembered that in his previous life, when he was still an orphan, it was outside a wine house called Tianxiang Building that he met his master. It was his master who gave him a new life and led him onto another path that was different from others.

  Suddenly, Ding Yan seemed to have returned to over a thousand years ago.

  A tattered and hungry little beggar fell down in front of the Tianxiang Building, a kind-hearted old man with white eyebrows rescued him from the hands of the shopkeeper, gave him food to eat, and asked him.

  "Are you willing to be my disciple?"

  "Please come in, sir!" The shopkeeper's voice brought Ding Yan back from his reverie.

  The shop assistant in front of me is bowing and scraping, completely different from the wicked slave over a thousand years ago. This building is not that building.

  "Master, I will definitely not disappoint your hopes. Qiankun Sect, one day, I will return." Dingshen closed his eyes and said quietly.

  Inside the wine house, it is exceptionally quiet and deserted.

  When Ding Yan walked in, he found that there were only two people inside. One was a scholar dressed in attire, sitting by the window sipping osmanthus wine, occasionally reciting a poem, indulging in his own intoxication. The other was a robustly dressed big man, carrying a steel knife on his back, holding a large bowl of 'seven-step fall', drinking it all at once, and looking like a heroic guest from the rivers and lakes.

  Ding Yan found a secluded corner with no one around and sat down.

  The young shopkeeper asked for a jug of wine and then started drinking alone.

  Wine house.

  Scholar, noble guest, wandering immortal.

  Three people who were originally not on the same wavelength appeared in a wine house, drinking water wine brewed by the same master.

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