The poem goes: There is a bell on the lonely platform, and thousands of families are scattered in the court ringing the bell.
Once heaven and earth are created, even if there is no climate, they will become spirits.
With the plea of his consciousness, Long Xing walked to the big wooden pile that hit the ancient clock.
This is a thick log, which is firmly tied to the herringbone frame. There is a rope leading to the bottom at one end. The bell ringer steps on the rope, stabilizes the wooden stake with both hands, and steps down hard, and one end of the wooden stake reaches the bottom. It can hit the wall of the ancient bell and make a mountain sound.
Take a closer look at the round wood that hit the wall of the ancient clock. It has been worn for a long time and is very smooth.
The iron covering of the top cap had long since fallen off, leaving only a small nail that had been driven into the wooden pile and had penetrated deeply into the material of the wooden pile.
The tiny iron nails are not visible at all unless you look closely. It penetrated deeply into the wood and was hit for a long time. The round wood was very hard. It was not easy to get out the iron nail.
Looking at the ancient clock and the big wooden stake hanging silently in the night, Long Xing felt very embarrassed.
The iron nail head is almost invisible to the naked eye. Long Xing's purple pupils opened and he found that the wood inside the log was very solid. The shiny iron nail head was embedded in it, wrapped in wood gas.
The iron nail was like a fishbone stuck in the throat of the wood. A large amount of wood energy gathered together, seemingly trying to push it out. But every time the bell was struck, the nails would dig deeper, and so on.
There is a qualitative difference between the front and back of the wood. The wood becomes looser toward the back, and there is almost no trace of wood aura. The front end is as solid as iron, and the aura of the wood is so lush that it almost completely fuses with the iron nail.
The iron nail lay in the wood like a long worm, burrowing deeper every time it was hit by an external force. The aura of wood gathers more, helping the nail head to relieve external force.
Long Xing looked left and right, studying how to pull the iron nail out of the wood.
"Hehe, don't look at it. With your IQ, can't you think of a way to get out the iron nail? It's really disappointing. Did you see clearly? The iron nail already has aura and is about to become a spirit. You try Just use an awl to pry open the wood and it will come out on its own."
The thought sounded again.
Long Xing knew that it was the Satin Black Dog using provocation.
"Awl? Where did that thing come from on the top of the mountain? Besides, I don't have any weapons with me. How about trying it with a dog's tooth?"
Long Xing deliberately touched the dog teeth on his neck with his hand, wanting to test the reaction of some satin black dogs.
"Don't, don't, this is not a joke. I'm just a weak remnant soul, and I can't shake such a hard wood. The wood spirit energy on the wood is too strong."
The satin black dog was a little nervous and said hurriedly.
"Try it, does it work? Do you think the iron nail has become a spirit? Can you communicate and let it come out on its own?"
Long Xing said.
"Of course, it is about to become a weapon spirit. It has a childish consciousness and is easy to deceive. If you promise to give it delicious food, it will follow your wishes."
The satin black dog said firmly.
"How to establish conscious communication with it? Is it like you can transfer consciousness by touching your body?"
"Tch, you underestimate me too much. If I hadn't taken you out and consumed my soul power, I could communicate with you at any time if I wanted. But this iron nail won't work. You have to use your mental power to get close to its body in order to deceive you. It follows you out.”
Satin Black Dog gives advice to Long Xing.
"Then let me give it a try. To invade such hard wood requires a lot of mental energy. The wood aura inside is too rich, like a hard shell. Intrusion from outside forces will cause it to be squeezed out."
When passing it on, Long Xing had already tried to use his mental power to penetrate the top of the wooden pile.
"Call you stupid, but it's true. Now that your mental power has been condensed and formed, you can even hurt the sixth-order rat king in the underground palace, but you can't get into this wood."
"You enter from the back. The wood on the tail is loose and the spiritual energy is thin. With a sudden attack, you can get close to the nail head. It is just a small weapon spirit. It will follow wherever there is fun and wherever there is food."
After the Satin Black Dog finished explaining, he paused for a while, no longer transmitting information, and seemed a little weak.
Long Xing followed his instructions and came to the end of the wooden pile. He raised the Qi in his Dantian and let the spiritual power enter his mind.
There was a commotion in the Niwan Palace, the purple pupils opened, and a cone-like spiral condensed from the tail of the wooden pile and drilled into the wooden pile.
As analyzed by Satin Black Dog, the tail was loose and woody, and effortlessly, the spiral cone formed by Long Xing's mental power reached the spot where the iron nail was in an instant.
When the sharp cone of mental power was discovered by the wooden spiritual energy, it was too late to stop it, and scattered spiritual energy surged in from around the iron nail. But for energy like mental power, it is like seeing fire, almost burning itself. How can we prevent it from invading?
Long Xing's mental power was close to that of an iron nail, and he could clearly see that its body looked like a little black child, with rust on its skin, lying lazily. Long Xing's spiritual cone suddenly stepped on Iron Spirit Boy's tail.
In imagination, as long as you step on it, it will twist and twist, and it will also use its headless tail to wrap its own sharp cone.
To my surprise, apart from being as cold as iron, there was no twisting or tail swishing.
"Little one, wake up. I'll take you outside to eat something good. It's too depressing here. Once you get outside, you can play."
Long Xing's mental consciousness revealed the big bad wolf's ability to deceive the little white rabbit, and he tried to communicate with the iron spirit boy.
"Eye, eh, eh, eh, eh."
Iron Boy made a weird sound, and a ray of light glowed from its body.
Under Long Xing's touch, the short mouth of the iron spirit child seemed to be moving, and there was a crunching sound in the mouth, as if it was alive.
Long Xing used the sharp awl of spiritual power to drill into the spiritual energy in the wood on the side, and a stream of wood spiritual power was transmitted into Niwan Palace through spiritual power.
The Niwan Palace, which was almost exhausted, quickly recovered. It turned out that the spiritual energy in the log pile was a great supplement to mental strength.
Long Xing was overjoyed and accelerated the intensity of absorption. The dense wood spirit surrounding the iron spirit child gradually became thinner.
Like a squid, Iron Boy flew out from the tail of the wooden pile following the guidance of his spiritual power.
Just after the wooden pile was released, a suction force came. The canine teeth on Long Xing's neck quickly formed a large mouth, biting the iron spirit boy in one bite.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"
The iron spirit boy struggled, but Dog Ya rolled it up with his tongue and sent it into the shadow's big mouth. It took no effort to bite off a section, and the more you chewed, the more delicious it became.
Dog Ya licked it with his tongue and tasted the taste. It was salty, sour and fishy.
It tastes a bit like pickled salted fish.
Long Xing was stunned.
"Can this thing be eaten?"
After the consciousness came out, the satin black dog responded.
"It smells so good. It tastes better than the banquet I had in the palace."
With a coveted face, he looked very greedy. It seemed that the more he ate, the more he tasted it, and the more he chewed it, the more vigorously he chewed it. With little effort, the spirit of the iron nail disappeared into the shadow of the dog's tooth mouth.
