I Collect Skill Fragments in the Demon World Chapter 509 - 268: The Thrill of Running for Your Life2

The sand in the Sea of Blood is very heavy, one grain of sand can weigh several pounds, making it quite laborious to dig up.

The Black Robed Monster shook its head at this sight: "If you keep digging like that, before you reach the layer of sand at one zhang and one, the will of the Innate Mosquito will have already revived. Let give you a hand!"

After speaking, it lightly stomped on the sand beneath its feet, and the next mont, red sand swirled as the desert cracked open.

Zhang Chen gazed down through the crack and was taken aback to see that the sand was actually divided into nine layers, each sharply delineated.

Though the top eight layers were red, one could recognize at a glance that these eight layers of sand varied in shade, they weren’t of a single color.

As for the very bottom layer, it was a brilliant golden-yellow, the sand gleaming like golden sand, shimring with a dazzling luster.

"Don’t just stand there, hurry up and get to work!" the Black Robed Monster urged from the side.

Zhang Chen hesitated slightly at these words, fearing this fellow might want to harm him.

Seeing Zhang Chen’s hesitation and doubt, the Black Robed Monster couldn’t help but fu, the veins on its forehead bulging: "I still need you to take that mouthpiece back to the Mortal World, lest this guy finds it. Why would I want to harm you?"

Even after hearing this, Zhang Chen was still unwilling to believe it, so he said to the Black Robed Monster: "You might as well fetch the yellow sand at the bottom for , why do I have to do such a troubleso thing myself?"

The Black Robed Monster silently cursed him as difficult, then extended its palm. The golden sand below rose into a cube, and though it was unclear what spell was used, it continually shrank, turning into a single grain of sand, which fell into the Black Robed Monster’s hand.

"This single grain of golden sand weighs nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds and has been sealed by . Rember to find a secluded place to open it quietly when you wish to use it for cultivating your technique." The riverbed closed below the Black Robed Monster’s feet, and it handed the sand grain to Zhang Chen.

The grain of sand in Zhang Chen’s hand felt light as nothing, yet he dared not be careless, carefully storing it, then looking longingly at the Black Robed Monster: "I still need that Yin Wind you ntioned before..."

The Black Robed Monster was exasperated, feeling like it had encountered a leech, grabbing Zhang Chen. The next mont, Zhang Chen felt the scenery around him blur; this ti the flight lasted long enough, taking the ti of a cup of tea, until they arrived at a mountain made of black rocks, barren of any vegetation.

In the mountain was a thumb-sized hole from which ca a faint wailing sound, as weak streams of air blew in the hole.

"I never expected there to still be a Yinfeng Spring Eye in this world, stubbornly persisting, yet without losing its Divine Power." The Black Robed Monster looked at the hole, then said to Zhang Chen:

"What blows out of this spring eye is the Yin Wind, quickly collect it."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen scratched his head: "But cultivating Divine Techniques isn’t sothing that can be completed quickly. This is forcing the impossible, even if you gave ten or eight days, I couldn’t finish it."

The Black Robed Monster furrowed its brow at these words, its eyes fixedly staring at Zhang Chen, making Zhang Chen’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit tense, as he dared not be careless in front of such an ancient being.

Amidst the chaotic thoughts flashing through Zhang Chen’s mind, the Black Robed Monster pointed at him, and the next mont a small bag from Zhang Chen’s bosom flew out, landing in the Black Robed Monster’s hand.

It was the Wind Bag Zhang Chen had obtained from the First Heaven of the Spiritual World.

The Black Robed Monster looked at the Wind Bag in its hand, its eyes showing a trace of reminiscence: "To think this treasure fell into your hands, it’s a pity it’s now damaged and has lost its power."

"Do you recognize the origin of this treasure?" Zhang Chen’s spirits lifted, hoping to learn the truth of the destruction of Buddhism within the Spiritual World from the Black Robed Monster.

Unfortunately, the Black Robed Monster did not respond to Zhang Chen’s words but instead ford a seal with its hand, which landed on the hole at the bottom of the Wind Bag, sealing it directly.

The Black Robed Monster then murmured an incantation, and the Wind Bag ca to life, opening and emitting a powerful suction which absorbed the Yin Wind from the wind eye. Once the Wind Bag was full, the Black Robed Monster tied the wind eye with a rope ribbon, looked it over for a while, and then casually tossed it to Zhang Chen: "I’ve used my magic on this Wind Bag, so it should manage for a while. I’ve collected the Yin Wind in the bag, but it can only be stored for one month. Ensure you use all the Yin Wind in the bag within that ti; otherwise, when the magic fades after a month, the wind inside will escape, and if you haven’t mastered the formula by then, don’t bla ."

After speaking, the Black Robed Monster tossed the Wind Bag into Zhang Chen’s bosom, and Zhang Chen hurriedly caught the bulging bag, carefully storing it away.

"Since you’ve achieved your goal, you should leave quickly! There’s little ti left for ." The Black Robed Monster urged again in agitation.

Upon hearing these words, Zhang Chen’s eyes fixed on the Black Robed Monster, deep suspicion flickering in his heart. Could there be so hidden agenda if it urged him to leave in such a rush?

Zhang Chen grew suspicious, afraid this fellow was deceiving him, but since his primary goal was already achieved, there was no need to remain here.

"We’ll et again if fate allows." Zhang Chen replied.

The Black Robed Monster grabbed Zhang Chen, transforming into a gust of black wind that took them to the Wangchuan River Shore, where they boarded a small boat that carried Zhang Chen to the Wangchuan River Spring Eye, finally halting the oars:

"The spring eye is below, you should go back! Rember, you must keep the Innate Mosquito’s mouthpiece well-hidden from others, to avoid causing trouble." The Black Robed Monster pointed at the Wangchuan River’s surface and earnestly warned Zhang Chen.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen nodded, then transford into the Wangchuan River Water and dived below.

As Zhang Chen turned into water and disappeared below the Wangchuan River, the Black Robed Man’s eyes flickered, vanishing along with the small boat from the water’s surface.

Regarding Zhang Chen’s return journey back to his Nine Bends Yellow River Array, he heaved a sigh of relief amidst lingering fear: "That was close! It truly was too dangerous! I nearly couldn’t make it back this ti, it was far too risky!"

As Zhang Chen patted his chest in lingering fear, he felt he had overestimated himself. Previously, he’d acquired so skills and thought he had abilities to venture anywhere, but who could have known he’d encounter such danger?

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Zhang Chen continually assessed gains and losses, a hint of horror in his eyes, realizing he’d truly been a step away from death.

No, he had already stepped into Ghost Gate; it was relying on the Black Robed Monster’s Origin Skill that forcefully pulled him back ho.

Truthfully, the feeling of nearing death was unpleasant, and Zhang Chen didn’t want to feel it a second ti.

"Keep it low-key! In future, things can’t be taken lightly! Dangerous places must not be gone to lightly; this ti I almost t my end there. If I die again and the lifespan limit is exceeded, no Resurrection Technique can save from catastrophe. What rank is that Innate Mosquito? It was truly terrifying." Zhang Chen continuously warned himself in his heart; life is precious and not to be risked lightly ever again, even the slightest danger would not entice him into taking risks.

Never going again!

These good days are just beginning, his beautiful life hasn’t been enjoyed yet; given his abilities, endless wealth and luxury await, isn’t living sweet? Why hasten for rits and recklessly advance?

Like this Sand rging Skill, must it be cultivated just to survive? Is it impossible to joyfully frolic in the world without it? No risk is necessary, right?

He’d gotten a bit carried away due to his continually surging strength, misjudging his ability, and floating.

"This event warns of peril!" Zhang Chen muttered darkly: Far too dangerous!

One has but one life, it must be preserved, cherished greatly.

"I now only have four years of lifespan left, unless I obtain that Tree of Life Coffin, I’m afraid I’ll be done for." Thinking of this, Zhang Chen felt a headache.

Countless strong people eyeing the Tree of Life Coffin; how could it fall into his hands?

Who knows how many powerful beings covet the Tree of Life Coffin, attempting to fish in troubled waters could lead to losing his life.

"How did it co to this life-threatening situation? Before, I risked myself, but now I’m forced to risk everything or perish." Zhang Chen said bitterly, quite unwillingly, as he now didn’t want to gamble his life at all.

But that Black Robed Monster hurriedly urged away, seed suspicious? Should I make a surprise return to check it out?