The sacrifice was not complete, so Fang Yun went to the place where the God Burying Flower was as fast as he could.
After a day's long journey, Fang Yun finally came to a strange forest.
The trees here were not made of wood like ordinary trees, but they only had the shape of trees.
The surface of these trees was transparent crystal, and inside the crystal was thick white smoke. The white smoke flowed slowly inside the crystal, which made the crystal shine with colorful shimmers. It was beautiful.
Most of the white smoke flowed inside the crystal, and some of it came out and condensed into white mist in the sky.
"Misty Crystal Tree, this is it."
Fang Yun thought to himself. He stopped Xingliu and looked ahead quietly.
Different from other giant trees that were hundreds of feet tall, the Misty Crystal Tree was less than 30 feet tall. But the white smoke above the Misty Crystal Tree was not only highly toxic, but also highly corrosive. Even Half-saint could not stay in it for more than ten breaths.
There was no white smoke below the Misty Crystal Tree, but it was very fragile. Once an external force broke the balance, the whole tree would explode and cause a series of explosions. Once the white smoke inside exploded, even Xingliu would be vulnerable.
All of this was not worth mentioning for Fang Yun, who was well-prepared.
Fang Yun kept taking things out of his Sea Swallowing Seashell. Most of them were divine objects that he had picked in the Tree World on the way. Then, according to the inheritance of the Tree World, he purified those divine objects and made a colorful liquid. Finally, he dripped a drop of Saint Blood into it.
Then, Fang Yun used his Saint Qi to make the liquid into a strange film, which covered his whole body from head to toe.
Fang Yun went into the Misty Crystal Forest. It took him a day and a night to return to his original place. His skin had been corroded by the divine object film, and there were six more petals in his hand.
There were nine petals in the Misty Crystal Forest, but Fang Yun knew that the Tree World was very dangerous. The God Burying Flower was a rare divine object in the Tree World, and it was very useful. If he picked all of them, it would cause unnecessary trouble. Picking six petals was already a great harvest.
Whether it was inside the Tree World or outside the Sacred Burial Valley, the God Burying Flower was extremely useful in special places.
This time, Fang Yun didn't hesitate to use his Holy Qi. He used more than half of his Holy Qi to send the five-petal flower into his Sea Swallowing Seashell. Then, he took out some medical equipment and used his Holy Qi to process the flower. Finally, he merged it with the mud ball in the sachet to make the final sachet mud ball.
Fang Yun placed the sachet on his waist again. Then, he took out the medical book and took some medicine. After four hours, his body recovered.
Fang Yun raised his head and looked at the white fog above the Misty Crystal Forest. Then he took out the divine object in the Tree World from his Sea Swallowing Seashell and made a bowl of black liquid.
Then, a huge amount of Holy Qi entered the medical book. The medical book turned into light and entered the Poison Attack Desk. A dark green snake flew out of the Poison Attack Desk. It rushed into the sky and started devouring the white mist.
After only three breaths, the little green snake turned completely black. It hurriedly returned and swallowed the concoction that Fang Yun had made. Then, it drilled into the Poison Attack Platform.
The entire Poison Attack Desk was suddenly surrounded by a thin layer of white smoke. Then, it sizzled and was slowly corroded. Fang Yun immediately poured a lot of Holy Qi into it to ensure that the Poison Attack Desk was safe and sound.
After a full ten hours, the Poison Attack Platform finally finished absorbing the white smoke.
The Poison Attack Desk became dark and gloomy. Its aura was extremely weak.
The white smoke of the Misty Crystal Tree was highly toxic. It was one of the top five poisons in the Sacred Burial Valley. If it weren't for the Venerable Tree and the inheritance of the ancient demons, even the Lord of Pestilence wouldn't be able to absorb its power.
Fang Yun could clearly feel that although the Poison Attack Desk's power had decreased temporarily, its nature had been greatly improved. The power of the white mist was no less than that of the Lord of Pestilence.
The Poison Attack Desk's power couldn't do anything to the Barbarian Emperors before, but now it would definitely cause them a lot of trouble. If they could absorb all the top ten poisons in the Sacred Burial Valley, killing the Emperors would be a piece of cake.
However, the poisons in the Sacred Burial Valley were scattered everywhere. Not only were they difficult to find, but they were also very difficult to absorb. Fang Yun didn't plan to look for them.
After taking one last look at the Misty Crystal Forest, Fang Yun turned around and left. He went straight to the blood tree.
Once again, he came to the forest in front of the Blood Dripping Valley. Fang Yun saw obvious changes in the valley.
The two snake demon emperors' auras had dropped to the level of the Great Khans of the Five States. As for the other Barbarian Emperors who participated in the sacrifice, they were even worse. Nearly half of the Great Monster Kings' strength had dropped to the level of Monster Kings. They could only recover their strength after the sacrifice and receive the reverse nourishment.
The Stone Fetus Blood Egg on the altar was also bigger than before.
In addition, the ten Great Monster Kings guarding the valley became more vigilant.
Fang Yun stood among the dense leaves in the canopy. He reached out and picked up the sachet, weighing it lightly.
With the new sachet and mud balls, all the preparations were completed.
However, the Barbarian Emperors weren't affected by the sachet and mud balls. As long as Fang Yun walked out of the forest, he would be discovered.
There was no shortcut to the path to the altar. He could only force his way through.
This was also the reason why he had to get the Emperor's Spirit Skeleton.
Fang Yun didn't attack immediately. Instead, he stayed in the dense forest and started to cultivate normally. Every twelve hours, he would go to the canopy to check on the situation of the sacrifice.
Since the Barbarian Emperors came to offer the sacrifice, they must be prepared. Only a few days before the sacrifice was completed would the possibility of success be high enough. Because at that time, except for the ten Great Monster Kings guarding the entrance of the valley, the strength of the other Barbarian Emperors would be reduced to the lowest.
In the past, the Ancient Monster Clan was attacked by the Barbarian Emperors during the sacrifice. However, the Ancient Monster Clan was well prepared. They even used the Half-saint's treasure and completed the sacrifice in the end.
Fang Yun sat under the tree and shrunk his Country of Home to a diameter of ten meters to surround himself. He continued to comprehend the various powers in his body.
"It's a pity that I haven't reached the level of ruling a country yet. If I reach that level, my Country of Home will be connected to Jingguo's fate. With my position in Jingguo and the support of the people, my Country of Home will be far more powerful than a Third or Fourth Realm Scholar. It might even be comparable to a Fifth Realm Scholar!"
Fang Yun knew that the Literati Star was infinitely mysterious. Therefore, he was multitasking. He focused on comprehending the Country of Home and comprehending the power of the miniature Literati Star.
Time slowly passed.
On the fifth day of Fang Yun's cultivation, the Notre-Dame of Saint Origin World announced a shocking piece of news.
The Saints had deduced a new type of power that could be cultivated. It was called "Literary Jade".
However, the current cultivation method was only the basics. Currently, he could only turn his battle poems into a piece of jade in the Literary Palace. The higher the realm of his battle poems, the easier it would be to condense the Literary Jade.
At the same time, the Notre-Dame made it clear that the art of Literary Jade could be further improved. It wouldn't be long before he could condense the battle poems he learned from others and even his own non-battle poems into Literary Jade for battle.
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