Chapter Ninety-Two: Treasure Hunting on the Isolated Island

The river is turbulent, and the river is full of rocks and rocks. Ordinary people dare not swim in such a river. However, this kind of river current was no problem for Ning Tao and Qing Zhui. The two plunged into the turbulent river, and when they emerged again, they were already at the small island in the middle of the river.

Ning Tao and Qing caught up with a small beach a few meters wide. Ning Tao opened the small medicine box to see if there was any water leakage. It turned out that the small medicine box was very dry, let alone water, not even a little water vapor.

Qing Zhui rolled up her skirt and wrung the water, exposing her long snow-white legs to the air again. The fabric on the upper body is tightly attached to the skin, and when the sun shines, it is a little bit seductive, and it is very seductive.

Ning Tao seemed to be a little "accustomed" to such a situation. He injected 30 milliliters of ink into the Xuntu Inkstone again, and then walked in the direction indicated by the scale where the ink ripples converged.

There are no roads in the forest, weeds and rocks are everywhere, the canopy of trees that blocks the sky and the sun, and vines hanging down from the branches. Some vines are thicker than a human arm, and I don't know how many years they have grown. Along the way, Ning Tao also found a lot of medicinal materials, such as Ganoderma lucidum, Coptis chinensis, and Eucommia ulmoides, which are all wild, which are different from the artificially grown medicinal materials in the medicinal material market.

Ning Tao only picked a big wild Ganoderma lucidum that he saw, and did not want other wild herbs. Wild Ganoderma lucidum is one of the medicinal materials for refining primary prescription pills. It is useful for him to pick it, and those like Coptis chinensis, Chonglou, and Eucommia are useless, so he didn't bother to pick it.

After trekking hard for two hours in the virgin forest on the island, Ning Tao and Qing Zhui came to a crack on the back of the "Mantou Mountain".

This crack seemed to be split by a certain god with a huge axe. It appeared on the mountain for no reason. It was tens of meters deep and extended down the hillside. It was wide and narrow, and there was no end in sight. Ning Tao stood on the edge of the crack and looked down. The vertical cliff was covered with weeds and vines, and the bottom of the crack was filled with a white mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

At this point, the ink ripples in the Xuntu inkstone no longer point to any scale, but converge from all directions to the center. This scene gives people the illusion that there is a hole in the center of the Xuntu Inkstone, and all the ink flows into the hole.

Ning Tao carried the small medicine box on his back with a vine, and then used the cracks in the rocks, weeds and vines to climb to the bottom of the crack. During this process, he activated the state of looking and smelling of the eyes and nose. He saw the white mist, but it wasn't just water mist, there was also spiritual energy hidden in it, and the content was quite considerable, much thicker than the water pool that Bai Jing and Qing Zhui occupied next to the Black Village in Beidu.

Qing Zhui soon discovered this, and she said excitedly: "Brother Ning, can you draw a blood lock here? I will come here often to play in the future, um, I still have to practice."

Ning Tao said: "Yes, let's find the spiritual soil first."

"En!" Qing Zhui responded happily.

Ten minutes later, Ning Tao and Qingzhui arrived at the bottom of the crack.

The fog at the bottom of the crack was even heavier, a vast expanse of whiteness, and the visibility was only a few meters. Underfoot is a muddy swamp, and in some places, shade-loving moss grows in thick clumps, like stepping stones in a depression. Some places are quagmire, the black mud has a few bubbles from time to time, but there is no smell of gas, nor the smell of rotting animals and plants, and some of them have the unique "clear spring" smell of aura.

The ink in the Xuntu Inkstone pointed to another scale, and Ning Tao followed the direction of the scale, carefully stepping on the "stepping stones" to move forward.

After walking forward for a distance of about tens of meters, the Xuntu Inkstone suddenly vibrated, and all the ink gathered in the center of the inkstone again.

In front of him is a quagmire with an area of ​​two or three quarters of the field, and the spiritual soil is in the quagmire!

"What's that?" Ning Tao's eyes suddenly moved to a plant in the middle of the mud, and his two eyeballs couldn't move at once.

It was a rice seedling, already headed.

Although Ning Tao is not from the countryside, he knows what the rice seedlings look like.

He also knew that it was definitely not an ordinary rice seedling. The rice seedling was only one-third of the height of ordinary rice seedlings, and the spikes were also very short, with only a few dozen grains, but they were full. It is golden yellow all over, without a trace of green, and glows slightly, like a work of art carved out of gold. It stands in the black mud, with golden light shining, it is so extraordinary.

Qing Zhui also saw it, she was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out in surprise: "That is... Spirit Valley! The legendary Spirit Valley!"

Ning Tao couldn't wait to say: "Spiritual Valley? What Spiritual Valley?"

Qing Zhui said: "I heard from my sister that Linggu is a kind of spiritual material in the ancient spirit era, only those masters of cultivation and even immortals in the fairy world have it. It is bred by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it only grows on the spiritual soil. The environmental requirements are very strict, and it must be dense fog and swamp, where there is only a beam of light to grow."

A place of only light?

Ning Tao looked up subconsciously, and sure enough, in this fog-shrouded mountain depression and swamp, only this swamp had a beam of light falling from the sky above his head, just shining on the spiritual valley.

"For ordinary people, Lingu is just a tonic for prolonging life, but for cultivators, it is an extremely precious material for alchemy. It is also one of the important spiritual materials that are indispensable for many high-level medicines. There is Lingu. There must be spiritual soil, and the spiritual grain is ripe, it is time to harvest, what are you waiting for?" Qing Zhui was more anxious than Ning Tao.

There is no reason for Ning Tao not to be tempted. He wants both the spiritual soil and the spiritual valley, but the quagmire in front of him has become a big trouble for him. He thought of laying planks, but there wasn't even a single tree at the bottom of the valley, just fallen dead branches, which couldn't provide enough buoyancy for him to walk to the side of the spiritual valley. But the thing that bothered him the most was the spirit soil, it was under the quagmire, it was impossible for him to dive under the quagmire and grab a few pieces of mud, right?

"Or, let me do it for you." Qing Zhui said, she seemed to see what Ning Tao was thinking.

Ning Tao shook his head, "No, this is too dangerous, let's find another way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Zhui's blue dress slipped and fell on the moss-covered "stepping stone" under her feet. This eerie place suddenly had a beautiful Venus statue, and in the next second, it turned into a complete Venus statue.

Ning Tao froze for a moment, emotionally, "What are you going to do?"

Qing Zhui's pair of jade feet suddenly moved, and her perfect nine-headed body rose off the ground, flipped somersault, and plunged into the quagmire with a puff.

Only then did Ning Tao come to his senses, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab her foot, but it was still a step too late, his hand only touched the sole of her foot, and before he could grab it, she sank into the mud.

Ning Tao was in a hurry, he lay down beside the muddy puddle and stretched out his hand to fish it. He grabbed a hard object and pulled it up in desperation. Qing Zhui didn't pull it up, but he pulled up an incomplete skeleton, including ribs, arms, and a half-missed skull.

Ning Tao was terrified, and threw the skeleton out with a wave of his hand.

Crash! A blue shadow jumped up from the mud, with long blue hair, blue cheeks, and blue scales on the skin. Her legs were brought together, and it mutated into a snake tail covered with blue scales, which could not be stained by mud.

Ning Tao was stunned on the spot.

If the body has demon bones, then it has the form of a demon. This half-human, half-snake form is Qingzhui's snake demon form. It is as beautiful as a mermaid, but more domineering than a mermaid!

Just when Ning Tao was in a daze, Qing Zhui had already swam to the side of the spiritual valley, then plunged down again and disappeared.

Ning Tao picked up Qingzhui's cyan dress, embroidered shoes, and other things and walked quickly around the muddy pond. He wanted to find a place closer to the Spirit Valley, and watched Qingzhui digging the spiritual soil and picking the Spirit Valley with his own eyes.

He quickly went around to the other side of the quagmire. He didn't find a place closer to Linggu, but unexpectedly found a stone tablet shrouded in thick fog. He walked over and took a closer look, and suddenly a layer of goose bumps appeared on his back.

The stone stele is a tortoise stele, and the stone stele is three meters high with the tortoise seat, but only one big character and one sentence are engraved on such a huge stele.

That big character is a "Tang" character.

That sentence is: Tang gate forbidden area, trespassers die!

There is a pile of hill-like skeletons behind the tortoise stele, some of which still hold cold weapons such as swords in their hands, some of which are covered with moss, and some of which have not decayed. Complete clothing, ancient, modern, modern, and even explorer's backpacks and detection tools! And the explorer's body has not completely decomposed, there is still some meat left on the skeleton, and the internal organs can still be vaguely seen in the chest cavity. It is obvious that the time of death is not more than a year.

If the Turtle Stele is regarded as a tombstone, then the pile of bones behind it is a huge tomb!

This is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

Ning Tao was furious, "There is no poisonous gas in this crack, and it is easy to come down. If someone hadn't killed them, they would have died at all. Tangmen, you have killed so many people, and you dare to erect a monument here blatantly. The land is king, this place was created by heaven, not your Tang family. Do you think that this place belongs to you by erecting a monument? Do you think that you will not get retribution for killing so many people? I am like that Retribution, I want to act wild here today!"

Crash!

Qing Zhui suddenly stood up from the mud, holding a piece of blue clay in his hand, the size of a basin. A rice seedling stood on that piece of blue clay. The roots of the rice seedling were twisted and layered, extending several meters like a waterfall of roots, and then plunged into the spiritual soil.

Qing Zhui grinned, "Brother Ning, it's done!"

A deafening voice suddenly came from above the head, "Where did the beast dare to act wild here!"

The voice was mighty, as if it was shouted by thousands of people together!

Whoosh whoosh!

hiss...

Suddenly, there was the sound of a sharp weapon tearing through the air in the dense fog.

Ning Tao suddenly realized something, and rushed towards the slightly concave rock wall inside the mountain, shouting, "Come here!"

With just these three words, at least dozens of poisoned flying needles and several darts were shot on his body.

When Qing Zhui heard the sound of the hidden weapon tearing the air, he dived into the quagmire nimbly, and when he emerged again, he was already under the cliff next to the quagmire.

Ning Tao bit his right index finger, drew a blood lock on the rock wall as quickly as possible, and then opened the door with the key.

Qing Zhui also got up from the quagmire, holding the spirit soil and spirit valley in his arms. Her legs were back, but they were more eye-catching than the basilisk tail.

Ning Tao couldn't care less about avoiding suspicion, he put his arms around her waist, and crashed into the door of convenience together with her.

As soon as the door of convenience was closed, an old man in white clothes came out of the dense fog. The white clothes fluttered and he landed silently.

next second.

"Ah—" the old man in white screamed.

He was as immortal as he was a second ago.

A second later, he fell into the mortal world and stepped on shit.