Fang Yun consumed five masses of Saint Qi to form the complete inheritance of the mountain body.
Just like before, a white light flew out of Fang Yun's forehead after he finished forming the inheritance.
Everyone thought the white light would fly into Shan Zhongyang's forehead, but in the next moment, the white light shot up like fireworks. When it reached ten thousand miles in the air, it turned into a mirror that was tens of thousands of miles wide.
In the mirror, the whole Fengskull Mountain Range was reflected.
Everyone within tens of thousands of miles looked up at the Fengskull Mountain Range.
Everyone looked up at the sky in shock. The blue Fengskull Mountain Range in the mirror broke through the mirror and fell down. It was as if a part of the sky was falling and the world was turning upside down.
It was as if it was not a mirror at all, but another world.
Two Fengskull Mountain Ranges appeared.
The earth shook, and light overflowed. The power and aura far surpassed that of Half-saint descended.
The two Fengskull Mountain Ranges seemed to be full of life.
When the Fengskull Mountain Range in the mirror fell down, it suddenly cracked and turned into thousands of Fengskull Mountain Ranges. They fell into the bodies of the Mountain Range Holy Spirits like pieces of blue broken mirrors.
The biggest piece flew into the highest mountain of the Saint Tooth Peak.
Boom …
The whole Fengskull Mountain Range shook. Every mountain seemed to jump slightly, and millions of cracks appeared on the ground.
Then, all the Mountain Range Holy Spirits merged into the mountains and earth like mud in a swamp.
Not long after, Fang Yun could not see any Mountain Range Holy Spirits in his sight.
Fang Yun frowned slightly. The inheritance of the Mountain Physique shouldn't have caused such a phenomenon, as it was an internal power that was deeply rooted in the bloodline. However, since such a phenomenon had appeared, it could only be related to the Sacred Burial Valley.
Those Mountain Range Holy Spirits did not appear.
Fang Yun sat on the ground and closed his eyes to cultivate. He captured the Saint Qi between heaven and earth.
At the edge of the blue Fengskull Mountain Range, the two Great Monster Kings descended and flew slowly.
"The Fengskull Mountain Range is shaking. There must be a treasure appearing!"
"It's like a dragon turning over! Let's go deep into the mountains. Maybe we can find something good. If the Mountain Range Holy Spirit sees us, we can run away immediately. We won't lose anything. "
"The Dragon Turning Over Body can only shake an area of three to five thousand miles. This area is much larger than the Dragon Turning Over Body. It should be the birth of a treasure land. It's not like the famous treasure lands like the Ten Directions Sky Island. It should be some unknown small treasure land."
The two demon kings flew for a few breaths and their expressions changed drastically. The mountains on both sides were changing rapidly. At the same time, surging Holy Qi rippled in all directions. It was as thick as oil. The two demon kings couldn't resist it at all.
"Run!"
The two demon monarchs immediately turned around and fled. Then, they discovered in despair that the mountain peaks on both sides and the ground below began to rise rapidly. They completely left the ground and formed a huge palm with a radius of 50 kilometers!
Rocks fell like a waterfall and mud flowed down from the edge of the giant palm.
"Spare me!"
The two demon monarchs were scared out of their wits as they loudly begged for mercy.
However, the palm did not seem to have heard anything and gently clenched its fist.
Boom!
It was as if a world had exploded. Smoke and dust soared into the heavens, and the earth caved in. The sound shook everything within three thousand li.
Then, the giant palm slowly turned back into a mountain and fell back to its original position.
There were spots of blood on the ground, as if mosquitoes had been slapped to death.
People from all over the world entered the Fengskull Mountains one after another, but without exception, they all died under the giant palm.
Six hours later, Fang Yun opened his eyes and saw one Mountain Holy Spirit after another emerging from the ground or mountain peaks. Some were still in the form of rocks, while others were in their normal forms.
Yamanaka Yang stood in front of Fang Yun like a giant.
"Please wait a moment. The Sacred Skull Ring will be here in a moment," Yamanaka Yang said.
Fang Yun nodded.
After a while, a Mountain Holy Spirit flew over and handed something to Yamanaka Yang.
Yamanaka Yang, who was as tall as a forty-story building, slowly bent down and stretched out his hand, offering the tip of his index finger to Fang Yun.
For Fang Yun, Yamanaka Yang's hand was a wall, and there was a ring on the wall.
Fang Yun picked it up and was silent for a while. He couldn't put it on his finger, so he could only wear it on his wrist like a bracelet.
The face of the "ring" was in the shape of a lion's head, and it was very delicate. Fang Yun glanced at it casually, but the next moment, he felt his soul being sucked into a strange world. A giant Golden Lion Saint stood in front of him, shoulder to shoulder and head to the sky.
The Lion Saint slowly lowered his head and looked over. Fang Yun felt like the world was collapsing. Before the Lion Saint could look at him, Fang Yun had a splitting headache and was scared out of his wits just by looking at him.
Fang Yun's vision turned dark and then bright. He found that he was wearing the Sacred Skull Ring, and then he was secretly relieved.
Fang Yun injected a trace of Holy Qi into the Sacred Skull Ring, and the ring shrank and fell on his finger.
Fang Yun sensed the power within the ring, and his heart trembled. This was no ordinary Saint Skull Ring, but an item made from the skull of a Great Saint. It seemed to be a treasure from the time of the great war between the ancient demons and the barbarians.
The Sacred Skull Ring was specially used to store Holy Qi in the Sacred Burial Valley.
If it was in the outside world, it had other uses, such as storing one's own Holy Qi and adding more Holy Qi to all powers, making them even more powerful.
A Half-saint's Sacred Skull Ring could only store one Holy Qi source, but this ring made from a Supreme Saint's skull had three Holy Qi Ponds, so it could store three Holy Qi sources.
The Holy Qi source contained a strong Holy Path aura, so it couldn't be carried directly. At least a Half-saint level Sacred Skull Ring was needed to carry it. Moreover, the Holy Qi source and the Sacred Skull Ring were too strong, so anyone, even an Emperor, could only wear one Sacred Skull Ring.
A Supreme Saint level Sacred Skull Ring was the most valuable treasure in the Sacred Burial Valley, and it was even more valuable than a Saint's corpse.
Unfortunately, even the cleverest housewife couldn't cook without rice.
Fang Yun put away the empty Sacred Skull Ring. This Supreme Saint treasure was far more valuable than a Holy Qi source. They were indirectly saying that the reason why they gave him this ring instead of a Holy Qi source was not because they were reluctant to part with the treasure, but because they lacked a Holy Qi source.
Fang Yun was a little worried. Holy Qi was the fundamental power of the Sacred Burial Valley, just like the Talent Qi of the human race. Even the Mountain Holy Spirits lacked it, which meant that the Sacred Burial Valley had been very unstable recently, and it would definitely affect him.
However, no matter what, he had to build the ninth Literary Platform first. Only by becoming a Great Scholar could he have the basic power to protect himself.
Fang Yun and Shan Zhongyang discussed for a while. The Mountain Holy Spirits were willing to let Shan Zhongyang lead the nine Mountain Holy Spirits to help Fang Yun collect Holy Qi, but they couldn't be too far away from Fang Yun.
After the two sides finished the deal, Fang Yun immediately led them to a Saint territory.
After flying for a few breaths, Shan Zhongyang grabbed Fang Yun and put him on his shoulder. He led the other nine Mountain Holy Spirits to fly at a speed much faster than Fang Yun.
They were flying at the speed of five chimes.
During the flight, the ten Mountain Holy Spirits all used their Holy Qi. A trace of Holy Qi could only allow them to fly at the speed of five chimes for half an hour.
Fang Yun was speechless. No wonder the Mountain Holy Spirits lacked Holy Qi.
If they flew in a straight line, they could fly 12,000 miles in an hour.
Fang Yun looked at the five masses of Holy Qi in the Literary Palace and decided to keep them for himself instead of filling the bottomless pit that was the ninth Literary Platform.
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