After beating and beating, Huang Ming suddenly felt his body shake, and a heat flow was generated in his body. His "Prison Suppressing King Ming Jue" seemed to have been upgraded. He had only practiced to the middle stage of the third level before, but now it has reached the late stage.
"Eh? Could it be possible to break through the "Prison-Suppressing Ming King Jue" in battle?" Huang Ming was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, Xiao Hua's secret words came to Huang Ming's ears: "No one can see you anymore. Use magic to kill the pig back quickly. Don't waste time."
"Don't rush, don't rush, I found that my "Prison-Suppressing Mingwang Jue" can break through in battle. Just now, I have broken through from the middle stage of the third level to the late stage. I will play for a while longer."
"You're just kidding, do you really want to be used as a gun wielder? If you want to break through, you need to find someone high-level. Come back quickly."
Xiao Hua was impatient. This kind of second-level savage pig was not their cup of tea. No matter how many they killed, it would still belong to Rambo and the others.
"Hmm..., okay." Huang Ming was right after thinking about it.
If you want to achieve breakthroughs and improvements in combat, the more advanced your sparring opponents must be, the better.
Moreover, the breakthrough and improvement of the skills cannot be stimulated by combat alone. They must also be combined with the inner training of the skills, so Huang Ming decided to end the battle.
In fact, it was very simple for Huang Ming to kill this wild pig. He was sitting on the pig's beak and just stretched out his hand to use the "Fierce Flame Kung Fu", and the wild pig would turn into a roasted pig.
But now at night, when the "Fire Flame Technique" is used, the wild pig will definitely catch fire. Those martial arts cultivators can't see their own spells but can see the fire. It will be difficult to explain then. In this case, then continue to use the body refining technique to solve the battle.
Huang Ming stood up from the barbarian pig's mouth while holding his dagger.
Isn't this wild pig as big as an elephant? The beak alone took up half of the body, so Huang Ming decided to take a few steps forward along the huge pig beak and use the dagger to insert the pig's head again.
But what he didn't expect was that when Huang Ming stood up, he accidentally touched the hilt of the sword. When the wild pig felt pain, the direction of running turned slightly along the hilt of the sword.
Huang Ming's heart moved, and he deliberately bent the hilt of the sword again. The wild pig also tilted again because of the pain.
Huang Ming was delighted. The dagger inserted in the pig's muzzle was completely a rein, so he slapped it again, and then the wild pig ran back towards the camp with "boom, boom, boom".
There were still dozens of meters away from the camp, and when he could roughly see the figures in the camp, Huang Ming held the sword in one hand and picked up the "Prison-Suppressing Ming Wang Jue" with the other, turned around and punched the wild pig in the head.
As soon as there was a "bang", the running second group of wild pigs suddenly stiffened, straightened their four legs, and rolled straight towards the camp with inertia.
Huang Ming took advantage of the situation and pulled out the dagger stuck in the pig's mouth, and rolled out with the inertia, but he quickly got up and patted the dust on his body leisurely.
Huang Ming did this on purpose. He could have landed smoothly, but in order to show that he was just a slightly more powerful martial artist, he deliberately made himself look a little embarrassed. It was a pity that he didn't go to Hengdian.
And that wild pig stood upright on all fours and rolled directly to the edge of the camp with a burst of sand and dust.
Huang Ming's punch was used to hit a cow across the mountain. The pig's forehead was not broken, but his brain was turned into paste. After he rolled to the camp, he was foaming at the mouth, with his feet in the air. He twitched a few times and then completely burped.
Huang Ming finished dusting the pig and walked up to the pig. He raised his dagger and heard "swish". The double-buttoned breast on the pig's belly was opened by Huang Ming, and the intestines inside immediately flowed all over the floor.
"Beautiful. Fellow Daoist Huang is indeed amazing. He is worthy of being a mountain man martial artist. I admire him, I admire him!"
One-eyed Rambo got out of the car at some point, stretched out his thumb and praised Huang Ming fiercely.
"Hey, hey, hey, he's probably third in the world!" Huang Ming also said something.
Rambo said no more, and walked over to the wild pig that was disemboweled by Huang Ming and took a look.
"This is a second-level wild pig. Its meat is effective for all martial arts except the middle and late stages of Nirvana. Now we..., eh? What is this?"
Rambo suddenly discovered that this second-level wild pig had a row of black flesh thorns on its back. Several of them had been broken, and a black-red pus that exuded a foul smell flowed from the broken thorns.
"No, this wild pig has mutated. Go and see the one in the trap."
Rambo was a little surprised, so everyone dispersed with a "crash" and all came to the trap.
It turned out that the wild pig in the trap also had a row of black flesh thorns on its back, and it was not dead. It was pouting its mouth and saying "huhuhuhu" while vigorously pushing against the earth wall inside the trap.
"Kerosene, go get the kerosene," Rambo ordered again.
So the members of Team 8 returned to their sea urchin tank and took out the kerosene they had prepared.
Speaking of the sea urchin chariot of Shanyinmen, it looks like a big urchin with spears stuck in it, but except for the wheels and push rods on both sides, the other parts of the car body are all layered for storage. squares and boards.
The car not only contains food and water, but also many materials used to kill wild beasts, such as the tools used to dig traps, hemp rope, linen cloth, and bait, including the kerosene used now, are all stored in the car.
Kerosene is stored in cowhide bags, but this kind of cowhide bag is made like a jar and is round. It can hold a lot at a time. If you pour these dozen jars, it is enough to roast a wild pig.
"Boom", the fire shot into the sky and the pigs screamed repeatedly, and a burning smell came instantly.
It didn't take long for the burnt smell to turn into the smell of meat. If you could add a little salt and cumin at this time, it would be even more fragrant. Unfortunately, this wild pig also mutated and couldn't eat it.
While everyone was standing by the trap looking at the roasted pig inside, Rambo spoke.
"Everyone, these two wild pigs have mutated and cannot be eaten. It is a pity, but the good news is that based on past experience, different wild beasts have different activity ranges, and there will be no other wild beasts around here."
"So we don't need to reset the trap tonight. Let's just treat this battle as a collective warm-up. Okay, everyone should go to bed early and continue tomorrow."
After speaking, Rambo turned around and returned to the camp.
"The beast still has a range of activities?"
Huang Ming was a little worried and scanned it with his spiritual mind. He found no other wild beasts nearby. It seemed that One-Eyed Rambo was right. Different wild beasts did have different ranges of activities.
Xiao Hua also scanned it with his spiritual mind. He knew that monster beasts had this habit when he was trapped in Lingshan before, but he didn't know if wild beasts had it. Now he finally knows that monster beasts and wild beasts are different, but they also have the same characteristics. at.
Early the next morning, the team gathered and continued towards the "Thousand Needles Earth Forest" in the Savage Beast Continent.
But the strange thing is that they walked for a whole day the next day and didn't find a single beast. Even Huang Ming and Xiao Hua used their spiritual thoughts to search from a long distance and found nothing.
Huang Ming didn't think it was anything, but Xiao Hua found it a little weird.
According to his experience, monsters, especially low-level monsters, are much more numerous than high-level monsters. Even if they are not all over the mountains and plains, there should be at least one, or even a group, within a few miles or more.
But they have walked seventy or eighty miles and there is nothing. This is obviously something wrong. Unless there are not as many wild beasts in the Savage Beast Continent as rumored? Or maybe the habits of savage beasts and demonic beasts are really different?
