C189 Spirit Sealing Grass
C189 Spirit Sealing Grass
High Priest Qi Ke expressed his gratitude on behalf of all the Snowmen of the Wuhee Tribe. He repeatedly expressed that he wanted to stay close to High Priest Yuan Kang and follow all his orders.
High Priest Yuan Kang kindly expressed that the Snowmen should be united and prosper together. There was no question of who would be the leader, which attracted a wave of cheers. The welcoming party lasted for two hours. The singing and dancing, the singing and dancing, the dancing and the meat pipes were enough, and the wine cups were toasting each other. The atmosphere was very lively.
Feng Yimo only stayed for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before he excused himself and went back to the wooden house to wait for Yuan Kang and the others to arrive. He believed that the people of Peiyan Tribe would come to find him tonight.
Time slowly passed. The outside was bustling with noise and laughter. Feng Yimo calmed himself down and sat cross-legged to meditate, quietly cultivating the Yin-yang Spell. The rapid advancement of his cultivation made him feel that the Yin-yang Spell was a little slow. Moreover, the weather was cold. Perhaps because no one was cultivating, the spiritual energy here was abundant, and it was much higher than the place where the Business Alliance was located.
Suddenly, Feng Yimo opened his eyes and smiled faintly. "Are you here? I want to see what kind of tricks you guys are playing!"
Knock, knock, knock!
A knock came from outside, followed by Yuan Kang's aged voice, "Old Fu Yuan Kang, come and disturb the medicinal Celestial Immortals!"
Feng Yimo's figure swayed, arriving at the door. He pushed open the door and said, "The high priest's arrival feels extremely honored. Quickly come in!"
Yuan Kang pressed his palms together and walked in. Behind him were Peng Hu and Kuang Ping. The three of them came to the middle position and knelt down. Feng Yimo closed the door and came to sit in front of the three people. "I wonder why the High Priest came to visit late at night. What is the matter?"
The High Priest Yuan Kang smiled and said, "Of course it is to ask the Celestial Immortal to help refine weapons. I have seen the weapons that the Celestial Immortal helped the Wuhee Tribe refine and I like them very much. Therefore, I want to ask the Celestial Immortal to help refine some weapons."
"Oh, so it's about this. High Priest Qi Ke mentioned this to me. At that time, I answered him that refining weapons is not a problem. The key is how your tribe remuneration is. Apart from that, where are the materials for your tribe to refine weapons, and what is the grade?" Feng Yimo asked calmly.
Kuang Ping frowned and showed dissatisfaction. He said, "I listened to you and didn't ask for their materials to refine weapons for the Wuhee Tribe. Why do we still need materials?"
Feng Yimo sneered and said, "It's because I used all the materials to forge weapons for them. I don't have anything else on me. That's why I asked you guys for it. Do you want me to refine weapons with empty hands?"
"You..." Kuang Ping wanted to say something but was stopped by the High Priest Yuan Kang. He said with a smile, "No problem. It's just that all the materials are hidden in a secret place. Celestial Immortal, please come with us to take a look. Is it suitable to refine weapons?"
Feng Yimo looked straight at the High Priest Yuan Kang. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Was he coming? They had indeed set up a trap and waited for him to go. Fine, let's go and see what tricks they were playing.
"Alright. High Priest, please lead the way." Feng Yimo stood up and said calmly.
"Alright, Celestial Immortal, please follow me!"
...
Yuan Kang and the others led Feng Yimo out for a few miles and arrived in front of a cave. They entered the cave and Yuan Kang drew a flame-shaped totem in his hand. He pointed it at the wall of the cave and pressed it down. A stone door opened on the wall of the cave. After entering the stone door, they walked down the stairs for several hundred meters and saw a huge underground world that was emitting balls of fire.
When Feng Yimo saw the huge underground world in front of him, he was shocked.
The dome was more than 30 meters tall. The walls were lit by torches, making it as bright as day. Hundreds of snowmen were shouting and training, and what attracted the most attention was a huge Magma Pool in the middle. Around the pond sat more than fifty young snowmen. Each of them had their hands in an incantation gesture. It seemed that they were practicing cultivation. The wisps of fire spiritual power emitted from the Magma Pool seemed to have entered the bodies of the snowmen.
They were practicing the cultivation techniques of human cultivators!
Yuan Kang looked at Feng Yimo with a smile and said, "Celestial Immortal. What do you think of this place?
Feng Yimo smiled and said, "Not bad. The fire spirit energy is very abundant. It's an excellent place to cultivate. "But I didn't see the materials you used to forge weapons. What's the reward? You have to let me know. "
Kuang Ping, who was standing behind the High Priest, snorted and said," Don't worry, Celestial Immortal. Let's see how we Snowmen fight against each other. How about a group battle? "
After saying that, without waiting for Feng Yimo to respond, the fire totem in his palm started burning. He aimed it at a Snowman warrior who was practicing.
Ah!!
The snowman warrior let out a painful howl. His body began to expand, and soon, he was 30 meters tall. Kuang Ping didn't stop. He kept shooting ten shots. Ten snowmen transformed, their eyes red. They walked towards Feng Yimo with big strides.
Suddenly, five of them threw out five arm-thick iron chains. The five people on the opposite side caught them, and the two of them formed a group, surrounding Feng Yimo in the middle of the iron chains.
"Oh, are you guys going to let me teach them a lesson?" Feng Yimo still had a smile on his face. "If I hurt them badly, it would be bad!"
Kuang Ping, Peng Hu, and the bone mist that appeared laughed loudly and said, "Up until now, have you still not discovered that the magic power in your body is unable to be mobilized? Could it be that after entering our ancestral land, we did not discover any discomfort in our bodies?"
Feng Yimo's expression changed as he secretly practiced. Who would have thought that the spiritual sea in his dantian seemed to have been sealed by something and couldn't be used at all? He couldn't help but be shocked. What was going on?
"What... what did you do to me?" Feng Yimo asked in a trembling voice. He seemed very afraid.
When Kuang Ping, Gu Wu, and Peng Hu saw how terrified and panicked he was, all of them clapped their hands and laughed loudly, and they were extremely pleased with themselves.
"Celestial Immortal, we specially prepared the Spirit Sealing Grass for you. Hey, it's over there!" Bone Mist grinned and pointed at a torch behind Feng Yimo. Feng Yimo took the opportunity to look. Sure enough, a reddish-brown spirit herb was beside the torch, emitting a faint fragrance. However, due to the cover of the torch, he did not see it immediately.
"What do you want?" Feng Yimo shouted with a fierce expression, "I am the savior of Wuhee Tribe!"
"Yo, why don't you call yourself 'I'? I, Kuang Ping, look down on you human cultivators for being so arrogant! Originally, we were planning to capture a human cultivator to forge weapons for us, but who knew that the heavens would have eyes. Since you took the initiative to deliver yourself to our doorstep, we won't be polite!" Kuang Ping pulled out a steel sword and flicked it. "This was forged by you yourself. I didn't expect that you would be crippled by the weapon you forged yourself, becoming a cripple!"
"Kuang Ping, don't waste your breath. Hurry up and cripple him. Then, drain all of his refining techniques and train our own refiners!" High Priest Yuan Kang ordered.
"Yes, High Priest. I guarantee that he won't be able to survive. He won't be able to beg for death! Keke!" Kuang Ping held his steel sword and walked step by step towards Feng Yimo, who was trapped in the middle of the iron chain.