Refining spirit bones is a very easy thing, but it is different if you want to control the spirit bones to fight.
Even the weakest spirit skeleton needs to be fed with at least a complete ball of holy energy. After that, each command will consume a trace of holy energy, and each attack of the spirit skeleton will also use holy energy.
Only bones remain of the spirit corpse, and some of its strength is lost. However, due to the tempering of the holy energy of the Holy Burial Valley, the bones are extremely hard, and it often takes two or three higher realms to completely destroy them.
Fang Yun looked at the bull demon's spirit body, and with a quick glance of his divine sense, he knew that this spirit body was strong enough to withstand an ordinary attack from the emperor. If it was protected by holy energy, it could hold out for more than ten breaths in front of the emperor.
The complete spirit skeleton can obtain some of the power it had in life, but this incomplete spirit skeleton can only rely on holy energy and close combat with its body, and cannot even use the weakest magic.
However, Fang Yun was very satisfied.
Shan Zhongyang noticed Fang Yun's attitude and asked curiously, "Generally speaking, this broken spirit body is probably only slightly better than the Great Demon King of the Second Realm, and it is difficult to kill, so it is not very useful. I wonder why you are so satisfied."
Fang Yun said nothing, and saw General Zhan Shi behind him move, tying the bags together in pairs, and then putting them on the back of the bull demon's spirit body.
The mountain spirit present said nothing, as if it had really turned into a stone sculpture.
"I've lived in the Holy Burial Valley for so many years, but this is the first time I've heard of using a spirit skeleton as a beast to carry things. You are really talented! This spirit skeleton can fly and can carry a lot of things. It's really a good helper!" Shan Zhongyang's tone was unusually strange.
"When I have more talent in the future, I will try to build an ox cart," Fang Yun said.
"… "
If the faces of the mountain holy spirits could move, they would definitely be rolling their eyes. It was unheard of that they would let the spirit of a great demon king be used as an ox to pull a cart.
After obtaining the spirit remains, everyone continued searching. After searching the Copper Slurry Volcano, they went to the next place.
In the following days, Fang Yun encountered outsiders three times. Two were blood demons and one was a big dragon king from the West Sea Dragon Palace. When the other party saw Fang Yun and the Mountain Holy Spirit, they turned around and ran away, not caring about how much benefit they could get from killing Fang Yun. Saving their lives was the most important thing.
Ten days later, except for a few dangerous places such as Zhilei Mountain, Lieyue Lake, Yinlingyuan and Xuantian River, Fang Yun traveled to all places around Fenglun Mountains that might produce holy energy groups or sources.
In the end, two hundred and twenty-one balls of holy energy were collected.
Even the Demon King could not obtain so many holy energy balls in such a short time, because the Mountain Holy Spirits had come to these places many times to collect holy energy and knew best where the holy energy was abundant. With the help of the ten Mountain Holy Spirits, they gained a lot.
After finding a secluded place, Fang Yun reserved five balls of holy energy, and then used all of these newly acquired holy energy balls in one go to forge the ninth writing platform.
As a result, only up to the 96th layer was cast, and the 96th layer was not yet completed, and there were actually still four layers to go.
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was too lazy to be angry. The amount of holy energy required for the Ninth Writing Station was too astonishing and completely beyond his previous expectations.
Fang Yun stood on the edge of the Fenglun Mountains, surrounded by the Holy Spirits of the Stone Mountains, thinking in his heart.
"According to the previous plan, I will first build the Ninth Writing Platform and become a Great Scholar, and then I will devote all my energy to searching for the spirit body and holy energy. Now I realize that this Ninth Writing Platform requires at least thousands of holy energy balls. Without a holy energy source, it is extremely difficult to build. Fortunately, I have the help of the Ten Mountain Holy Spirits. With my current strength, I am afraid that I will not be able to find thousands of holy energy balls until the Burial Valley is closed."
"The Holy Spirit of the Mountain cannot stay with me until I cast the Ninth Platform. I should change my plan and look for a powerful spirit corpse first. Once I have the power to protect myself, I can go to a more dangerous place to look for more holy energy balls."
Fang Yun finally sighed helplessly.
"If I didn't have the identities of Long Jue, the Dragon Clan's literary star, and Fu Yue, the ancient demon, and only entered the Sacred Burial Valley as a human scholar, I would not be able to forge the Ninth Literary Platform. Now that I can't get the Holy Energy Source with my identity, I thought it would be easy to forge the Ninth Literary Platform before entering the Sacred Burial Valley."
"Before entering the Valley of the Buried Saints, I prepared various plans, but they all required me to be promoted to Great Confucianists before they could be implemented. Where to find the Emperor's corpse, where to find the Saint's corpse, when to wait for the world in the valley, how to get to the Ancient Demon's Tomb, but now I can't go anywhere."
The matter was of great importance. Fang Yun felt inexplicably irritated and thought of the mysterious human race who had taken the holy energy source from the Fenglun Mountains.
"Could it be that he knew that the Fengluan Mountains were the easiest place for me to obtain the source of holy energy, so he had already prepared everything outside the Burial Valley, and headed straight for the Fengluan Mountains after entering the valley? Or, was there a saint behind the scenes directing him?"
Fang Yun's heart sank. For the saints, scheming to this extent was just a trivial matter.
After counting his breaths, Fang Yun took a deep breath and cleared his mind of distracting thoughts.
The strength of a scholar is not that he is carefree and has a heart as solid as a rock, but that he can reflect on himself as soon as possible and avoid falling into the quagmire.
Fang Yun's eyesight regained clarity.
Fang Yun said: "My fellow mountain saints, I am short of holy energy. I cannot be promoted to a great scholar for the time being, so I need spiritual bones urgently. I wonder where in the Fenglun Mountains there are the most spiritual bones?"
Shan Zhongyang replied: "Of course it is Nibei Mountain."
Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Shan Zhongyang and said, "Don't be ridiculous. Without the Holy Relics, one cannot enter the Jedi. Moreover, even with the Holy Relics, no one dares to enter the Jedi."
“The place with the most spirit corpses nearby is Yinlingyuan. Those evil spirits in Yinwu are the most well-off. If I remember correctly, every time the Holy Burial Valley opens, many emperors will enter to search after accumulating enough holy energy.” Shan Zhongyang said.
"You also know that is the emperor, are you willing to take me there?" Fang Yun asked back.
All the mountain holy spirits were stunned.
After a few breaths, Shan Zhongyang said, "Forty years ago, our Mountain Holy Spirit Clan went out hunting in Yinlingyuan. At that time, we were led by three emperors. There were more than two hundred of our clan members, but we still lost more than a dozen Holy Spirits. Never before have so few Mountain Holy Spirits gone to such a dangerous place. If you really want to go, we can accompany you, but you have to think clearly. Once you enter Yinlingyuan, it will be difficult for us to protect you."
"So, it's better for you not to mention the Yin spirit now." Fang Yun said.
"We can escort you into the Blood Tomb Cemetery." What Shan Zhongyang was referring to was naturally the Blood Tomb Cemetery of the ancient demons.
"Indeed, I can enter now, but what then? With my current strength, what can I find? What can I get?" Fang Yun asked back.
The Holy Spirit of the Mountain fell silent again. Indeed, Fang Yun could only remain immortal by entering the Blood Tomb Cemetery. It would be extremely difficult to obtain the spirit corpse or the holy energy ball.
"There are many dangerous places in the Holy Burial Valley, but we can only accompany you to these dangerous places for now. Any further away is not within the sphere of influence of our Fengluan Mountains. If something happens to us, His Majesty the Saint in the Mountains will not be able to take care of us. What's more, there have been many strange changes in the Holy Burial Valley in recent years. We always feel that the saints in the Holy Burial Valley are planning something. No matter how great the benefits you give us, you cannot stay away." Shan Zhongyang said.
"Is it possible that we can only go to Zhilei Mountain?" Fang Yun said weakly.
The breath of the Holy Spirit in the Ten Heads Mountain Range became cheerful. Fang Yun was already familiar with it. At this moment, they were like smiles on human faces.
Fang Yun raised his head and glanced at the ten huge stone-carved mountain holy spirits without giving them a good look.
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