Deng Chanyu knew the truth and falsehoods of the blood mist, and she gained confidence immediately. She stood in front of the entrance of Luofu Cave and looked around several times before taking out a shovel.
These are the tools used to dig Mount Sutra last time. After repairing the return abyss, these tools were also stained with a little merit. However, the number is so small that it is almost negligible.
At this moment, she took out the shovel and began to dig at the left wall of the cave entrance.
As the first construction person in the early days of Huaxia, she could see at a glance that there was a problem with the structure of this cave palace.
Being able to dig into the Mount Sumeru, which is neither iron, copper, nor steel, let alone Zhao Gongming's cave palace, it took only a few strokes for Deng Chanyu to dig out a small hole as thick as an arm without destroying the defensive formation of the Luofu Cave.
After taking a closer look inside, she confirmed that there was nothing wrong. With a shake of her shoulder, she transformed into a mosquito and directly flew in.
Shortly after entering the cave, she saw two trees, one of which was a blood tree, and the other was also a blood tree.
This tree is a product of the internal blood of cultivation, which grows from the inside out forcefully. It is full of evil qi.
Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaoxi, two unlucky guys, stood at the gate like they were doing behavioral art. Each of them struck a bizarre pose with their clenched fists and flared nostrils, which startled Deng Chanyu.
She held up the iron spade of merit and carefully inspected these two individuals.
As a good neighbor in the primordial chaos, Zhao Gongming doesn't return to the mountain all year round. His two disciples, Deng Chanyu, have seen them before. In particular, this Chen Jiugong shares the same name as Deng Jiugong, so she has a relatively vivid impression of him.
At this moment, she took a closer look.
Not bad, still alive. It's just that most of their essence of flesh and magic power have been lost with the growth of the blood tree, even if they are saved...
Deng Chanyu chopped with two swings of the shovel, cutting the connection between the two and the blood tree. Then she gave one a pill of immortality and asked if they could survive. She didn't know if they could, but as a passerby, she had done her best.
She didn't bother with these two unlucky guys anymore, so she turned into a mosquito and continued to fly in.
"Big sister, your resistance is meaningless. Why not truly merge with me and together contemplate the fruit of the sage's path?" The red cloud took the initiative, seemingly completely unbothered about destroying Qiong Xiao's body, and forcibly absorbed a massive amount of spiritual essence from within the Luofu Cave.
Normal cultivators wouldn't be able to absorb spiritual essence so indiscriminately. There would need to be some transformation.
Qiong Xiao, concerned about many things, couldn't absorb external spiritual essence and inevitably fell into a disadvantage.
Her mind was also resilient, and even at this point, she showed no signs of giving in. While holding her ground against the red cloud, she was also thinking of ways to break the stalemate.
Deng Chanyu's mosquito avatar was lying on her earlobe.
Qiong Xiao never wore earrings because her ears were relatively large.
Now, her neck stiffened, and she felt a peculiar hot current rising from her tailbone to the back of her head. She was extremely uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to shake her head.
Deng Chanyu whispered, "Don't move, don't move. It's me, your good neighbor coming to save you!"
Qiong Xiao knew that Deng Chanyu's cave palace was also on Mount Emei, and it was one of the several feasible scenarios in her mind that the other party discovered something abnormal and came to rescue.
At this moment, Qiong Xiao suppressed the intense discomfort on her earlobe. Instead of using the usual method of spiritual perception communication among immortals, she lowered her voice to a whisper: "What are you planning to do, younger sister?"
"Saying it like this isn't convenient. Wait until I crawl into your ear, and we can discuss it in detail."
"No"
Deng Chanyu acted with full execution, flying directly into her ear.
Qiong Xiao felt as if there were hundreds of ants crawling all over her body. Her hair on top of her head stood up bizarrely. Not only was her ear red, but her neck and face were also flushed.
The red cloud was taken aback. What's going on? Fortunately, Qiong Xiao was very clever. She pretended to be unable to exert much power, which helped to dispel the red cloud's doubts.
She tried to keep her voice calm: "Please, sister, save my elder brother first. He and Bi Qiao are trapped in the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl!"
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"And what about you?"
"Don't worry, I have my own way to escape."
Seeing that Qiong Xiao was very determined, Deng Chanyu didn't say anything and asked for the location of the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl before leaving her ear and flying towards the cave palace.
She soon saw a golden, square vessel about half a person tall, which was lying upside down on the ground, pressing down firmly.
In many Huaxia texts, it is said that the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl is a toilet. In fact, it is not. The prototype of this item is the childbirth cleaner bucket, and the cleaner bucket cannot be equated to a toilet.
Even if ancient people were not very hygienic, they wouldn't use a toilet to assist in childbirth, would they? If they had to use a toilet, they would clean it out first. They wouldn't carry around half a bucket of that stuff to assist in childbirth.
This item is very clean, but since the Jiujiao River array has the effect of polluting the power of immortals, it also indirectly affected the reputation of Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl.
Now that the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl was upside down, far away from Qiong Xiao and the red cloud, Deng Chanyu transformed back into her human form and looked up and down, left and right, examining this primitive treasure.
The Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl was pressed firmly to the ground, with not a single crack or gap.
She first took out a pickaxe and tried to pry it open with two hard efforts, but it wouldn't budge.
She took out a shovel again, thinking of continuing to dig the soil below the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl in order to hollow it out.
Unexpectedly, this thing was very smart and had the function of harmonizing the earth's veins. No matter how much soil she dug out, the ground would revert to its original state in the next moment.
That's troublesome.
How should I solve it? How did the Tang Monk and his disciples get rescued from the golden melon?
After thinking for a while, she seemed to recall that it was someone who used a horn to drill a hole. That trick was quite enlightening. The problem was, she was the only ally of Qiong Xiao right now, and where else could she find someone to help?
There's no other choice, she'll have to do it herself.
Deng Chanyu took out the embroidery needle she had ground stones with by the riverbank in Nandu. She made a device similar to a hand-cranked drill using mechanical skills on the spot. She used the embroidery needle as the drill bit and rotated her own handwheel at a rapid pace outside the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl, slowly drilling inside.
The nature of the embroidery needle is still that iron rod. It is a treasure that has been quenched with the yin and yang of Li Mountain Mother. After Deng Chanyu ground it on the divine stone many times, there are no other advantages, but it is very hard.
Even with its powerful control over the earth's veins, the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl could not withstand the embroidery needle without someone to control it. Gradually, the needlehead began to pierce into its interior.
"Brother Zhao? Can Brother Zhao hear me? If you can hear me, answer back!"
Deng Chanyu whispered a few words into the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl.
In fact, Zhao Gongming has relied on the 24 sea beads to last this far, and his power has been slightly reduced, but his life is not in danger.
What he is worried about is Bi Qiao, whose breath is growing increasingly faint.
Deng Chanyu's voice sounds a bit vague to him, and he can't think of who it is for a moment.
"Who are you, friend?"
"I am your neighbor, and my surname is Wang."
"？？？".
"Can you come out along with my needlehead?"
The world within the Hoon Yuan Golden Battle Bowl is extremely vast, and Zhao Gongming looked at the "needlehead" that was nearly piercing a hole in the sky.
"Can."
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