According to legend, there are three tribes in the mushroom world, and the mushroom king in each tribe can grow to the third or even fourth level. ¡¾¡¿If you collect all 36 kinds of mushroom kings, you can form an extremely powerful wooden treasure: Mushroom Street.
No one knows whether Mogu Street is black and white or red and green. Whether it is big or small, round or square, no one knows either. I don¡¯t even know how powerful it is, because no one has seen Mogu Street, no one ever.
"Mogu Street only exists in legends. If someone sees it, Fu Li and others will not be able to enter." Because according to legend, if a mushroom street appears in this world, it will never be connected to the main world, and there will be no opening once in a hundred years.
The only thing they know is that Mogu Street can communicate with the main world and can only be used three times.
An extremely difficult wooden treasure that only exists in legends has a limit on the number of times it can be used. It can only be used three times. Fu Li doesn't know how powerful it is.
He only knew that his heart began to tremble, and a voice in his heart kept shouting, as if it was about to burst his eardrums: I want it, I want it.
With Mogu Street, Fu Li believes that he has no opponent in Daqi, and he is not even afraid of Patriarch Li Deng.
Fu Li couldn't stop trembling. He took a deep breath and asked word by word: "All you need to do is collect the mushroom kings from the 36 major tribes? How come no one of you has done it before? Also, what about this method?" Aren¡¯t there only 33 large tribes in the world? Where are the other three?¡±
Xue Huaishan's eyes were a little blurry. Fu Li's words floated in his ears for a long time before he moved, holding on to the red handle, and leaned up. Sighing, "At the beginning of this world, there were 36 kinds of mushrooms that could be advanced to the fourth level. They were called mushroom kings. But then three disappeared for unknown reasons, so for millions of years, no one has collected all 36 Grow the Mushroom King.¡±
"There is another reason." Xue Huaishan's voice was even more ethereal, as if coming from the clouds, "There are many tribes who don't want anyone to get Mogu Street. Mogu Street can only be used three times. After three times, the Mushroom World will be permanently isolated from the main world. This is for Ambitious people. For people who hope to go to the main world, it is a disaster."
"For millions of years, the Mushroom World has communicated with the main world countless times. Many people went out and many people came in. The people who went out did not know the situation. Some of the monks who came in exchanged things with the Mushroom World, and some went on a killing spree. .Causing many mushroom tribes to be destroyed again and again.¡±
"This is the case with the Enoki Mushroom Tribe. They were originally a powerful tribe with a long heritage. However, every time they communicated with the main world, the Enoki Mushroom Tribe was severely damaged and was even exterminated several times. Fortunately, the environment was very suitable for the growth of Enoki Mushrooms, otherwise this place It became 32 major tribes.¡±
"Later, the 33 major tribes were divided into two groups. One group was in favor of communicating with the main world, and the other group was opposed to communicating with the main world. Those who were in favor of it were more ambitious. Those who were opposed only wanted to thrive in this world."
Having said this, Xue Huaishan panted slightly. Beads of sweat as big as rice grains were densely distributed on the pale forehead covered with wrinkles, and there was a slight mist. His red hair gradually grew into locks and stuck together.
??Fu Li looked calmly, turned his head slightly, turned his right hand, and a fossilized grass appeared instantly. He threw it towards Xue Huaishan and was caught steadily by Xue Huaishan like a sandbag.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist." Xue Huaishan's voice was hoarse and he nodded gratefully. He breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
The stone in Xue Huaishan's body has been formed for a long time. A piece of fossil grass can only slow it down, but it cannot dissolve it. Therefore, although Xue Huaishan is more energetic, he is still weak.
At the same time, he was also worried that Fuli really only had one fossil grass. Now it seemed that his worries were unnecessary.
Xue Huaishan poured the green juice of the fossil grass into Zifu. After a quarter of an hour, his face improved and his voice became louder: "If it is known that fellow Taoist's goal is Mushroom Street, even if it is difficult to achieve, you will become the leader of many mushroom tribes. Enemies, they will try their best to kill you. Of course, there are many tribes that support you, such as our Fire Mushroom tribe."
"Oh." Fu Li raised his eyebrows, "Why?"
"Because fire mushrooms can only grow in this place. There are volcanoes here and there is no shortage of rotten spiritual wood. In the main world, it is difficult to find such a place. Moreover, the mushroom world is too weak. If it is occupied by the main world, we will be subject to How can I be as free as I am now when I am a slave?" Xue Huaishan's face gradually became angry and his voice was urgent, "But there are some people who, for their own selfish purposes and for the sake of achieving the ethereal golden elixir and the Yuan Shen Dao that are completely impossible to achieve, lead the wolf into the house. Hum. , they have gone crazy."
After hearing this, Fu Li shook his head, clasping his hands behind his back, pacing slowly, "If a monk can't form golden elixirs and refine souls, what else are they doing?"
The voice changed, "However, since you are unwilling, it has nothing to do with me. I just want Mogu Street."
"Okay." Xue Huaishan nodded, "No matter what,??We have the same goal. "
Xue Huaishan straightened his body and turned his head suddenly. His red hair flew down his face, "Chun Yi, bring me the third-level top-grade fireworks mushroom from our clan."
The third-level high-quality fire mushroom grows in the crater of the volcano, facing the hot magma and bathed in the hot atmosphere, growing like a sun.
After Zhan Chunyi brought it, Xue Huaishan gently stroked it. The radius of this fireworks mushroom was one meter, and it was red like a cluster of flames burning.
"This is the highest-grade fire mushroom in our clan. Take it." Xue Huaishan finished speaking and explained, "Fourth-level mushrooms are hard to come by. The fourth-level enoki mushroom you got is the first to enter this level in fifty years." The fourth-order mushrooms. However, you don¡¯t have to worry, as long as the 36 kinds of mushroom kings are all third-order, a mushroom street can be formed.¡±
"Where can I find the other three mushrooms?" Fu Li asked a key question.
? 33 kinds of mushrooms, no matter how difficult they are to obtain, they all have a target direction. But what about the other three mushrooms that have long since disappeared? If it is no longer there, wouldn¡¯t it mean that all the water in a bamboo basket is in vain?
"I don't know." Xue Huaishan answered truthfully. Seeing Fu Li's expression darken instantly, he added: "But as far as I know, although the other three types of mushrooms have not appeared in the world for a long time, they have not disappeared. Because for hundreds of years Before, there was a main world monk named Qinggan, who was just a little bit close to condensing Mogu Street, but for some unknown reason he failed."
"Oh." After hearing this, Fu Li breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry in his eyes weakened a bit. As long as it exists, Fu Li is now afraid of some illusory things. Because mist means unreal, it may not exist, and it also means wasting a lot of time looking for it.
And what Fuli lacks most now is time. Every day that time passes by, Taoyao suffers one more day, and Fuli's heart aches.
Including the Fire Mushroom, Fuli already has three types of Mushroom King, and the Enoki Mushroom is still at the fourth level. He still has 30 species left, that is, he needs to face 30 mushroom tribes.
Excluding some of the mushroom tribes that support him, he will have to defeat at least 15 powerful mushroom tribes.
Fuli is not afraid. With a goal, he is full of hope and the blood in his body is boiling.
"Does the Yellow Termite Umbrella Tribe want me to get Mogu Street?" Fu Li asked loudly, with a strong sense of ridicule in his tone.
"Haha, fellow Taoist, what do you think?" Xue Huaishan was affected. He pressed the armrest with both hands, stood up, and responded with a smile. His red hair was like a red flag, floating in the wind.
Fuli smiled and a handful of fossilized grass appeared in his hand, throwing it at Xue Huaishan, "When will we set out to defeat the Yellow Termite Umbrella tribe?"
At this time, Fuli¡¯s goal is no longer to find Huang Tianxiong and ask about the Mushroom Street, but to collect the third-level yellow termite umbrella mushrooms. This is his first battle to refine the Mushroom Street, and he can only succeed, not fail.
Sooner or later, his refining of Mushroom Street will be known to the Mushroom World tribe. The stronger he is, the more Mushroom tribe that opposes communication with the main world can fully support him.