In order to save mana, Lu Zijin was shirtless, holding a simple magic weapon made by Chen Qingqiao and a shovel, and digging rock pools in the valleys in the middle of the mountains. He had not experienced the feeling of sweating for several years. At this moment, he was sweating profusely. Gasp.
"The weather is like this. The sun is too poisonous and the spiritual energy is thin. It's hard to stand up to it."
According to Chen Qingqiao's plan, Lu Zijin built ponds all over the mountains within a radius of more than fifty miles.
Originally, he could easily dig out a stone pit ten feet in size with magic, but he had to use brute force and some magic power to work hard for several days. Chen Qingqiao said that it would be difficult to recover easily by consuming magic power, and he would have to stay there for at least twenty years. , we must live within our means and maintain the best state to respond to crises at all times, and cannot be held back.
Holding the iron handle of the huge shovel, Lu Zijin glanced at Gu Fudong, who was digging a hole with his butt stuck out at the foot of the mountain below. He was also very tired. He suddenly felt better and it was hard to make money.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and bared his teeth towards the bushes in the distance and made a fierce grimace, scaring a few curious and peeping teenagers into screaming and running away.
A black energy emerged from the shade of a nearby tree. It was Mo Shu's shadow clone, smiling and saying hello. "Thank you Mr. Donkey, things are going to change soon. Please be prepared, Mr. Donkey."
"Well……"
Lu Zijin raised his head to look at the sky. The scorching sun was in the sky and not a single cloud was visible. When he lowered his head again, the shadow had disappeared.
Gongs and shouts were heard from all over the mountain: "It's going to rain heavily. Go home and take shelter." "Bring out the big and small pots and fill them up with water!"
The shouts came one after another, revealing the excitement and longing for the rare rain, and the worry about flash floods.
The mortals who went out to farm, with the help of low-level monks, were like a fleeing crowd, carrying tools and shouting to climb mountains and ridges, with dry mouth and tongue, and using their hands and feet for fear of falling behind.
Lu Zijin quickly put away the shovel, jumped into the air and looked around.
Chen Qingqiao, who was busy carving runes on the stone pit, flew to the top of the mountain early. Half of the sky was black from the northeast and southwest directions, rolling in and surrounding him.
"Yang Sha Storm...how can it rain heavily?"
Lu Zijin was a little unsure and muttered in confusion. There was light black air everywhere at the foot of the mountain, slowly spreading from bottom to top.
Guifu Fudo sniffed his nose and said: "Water vapor is gathering above Shuling Mountain. This place is different from the outside world. It may be that the weapon spirit is taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble. Thunder and heavy rain are coming. Mr. Donkey, you and I will take action later. Chen Guanzhu helps We protect the law."
"clear."
Chen Qingqiao responded briefly. In the three months since he came here, he has spoken less and less. The wind came up, one after another, and the heat quickly dissipated, and the yellow sand swept in. In just half a quarter of an hour, the day became like night, and I couldn't see my fingers. The flying sand and rocks made the rocks and leaves crackle. The trees shook wildly and made a whistling sound, and from time to time there were cracking sounds.
Above the thick dark clouds, lightning suddenly tore through the darkness, twisting like a silver snake and striking somewhere in the mountain. There was a loud "boom" sound, as if the sky was exploding.
A fiery red thunder ball turned and led to a long metal sword thrown by Lu Zijin. The lightning flashed with a shocking light and hit Lu Zijin's outstretched arm. He grabbed it and threw it away. Swallowed in the mouth.
"Haha, feel comfortable!"
Lu Zijin laughed arrogantly, pointed to the sky and yelled: "Come on, Mr. Donkey is still here. If you frown, you are not a good man."
Sure enough, it is not an ordinary mortal thunder. It has the power of a tribulation thunder, which is extremely harmful to low-level monks. For Lu Zijin, a fifth-level thunder traveler, it is just an appetizer. It is estimated that this meal can destroy his cultivation level. There is still a surplus left in the recovery of tone.
Under the strong wind and thunder, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was much more active than usual.
The first huge thunder seemed to be a signal, and suddenly a heavy rain poured down from the sky. Turtle Fudo transformed into a huge body, constantly cruising in the sky within a range of fifty miles. It rained well, and the mud all over his body was washed away. The heavier the rain, the more energetic he became. The men and women who fled back to their respective caves and villages in embarrassment took out basins and bowls to collect water and wash away the fatigue in their bodies.
They were pleasantly surprised to find that the heavy rain this time turned into a soft, continuous rain with heavy thunder and small raindrops, and the water mist was thick.
It seems that the depression cannot be resolved, and the trickling water flows to the lower place.
Chen Qingqiao was floating above. He did nothing. His consciousness was staring at the clouds, and he could strike away at any time with the secret in his hand.
He had just noticed a strange and vague fluctuation, which was undoubtedly the weapon spirit.
I heard the venerable said that the secret realm is no better than the Corridor of Ten Thousand Turns. The weapon spirits have lost two mirage helpers, and the means they can use are limited. The purpose of borrowing the power of heaven is to force them to submit. They will not directly deal with mortals and low-level monks, because all mortals and When the monks die, the entire secret realm will collapse and cease to exist, and the weapon spirits that have not yet broken free will not be able to benefit from it.
Glancing in the direction of Lu Zijin, there was a lot of thunder, and Lu Zijin was shouting and playing happily.
A smile appeared on Chen Qingqiao's lips. Fortunately, Lu Zijin helped lead the thunder, otherwise another mortal would have been killed.
With a sudden wave of his hand, the heavy rain in the sky turned into arrows. One of the blue-white rays of light penetrated the clouds hundreds of feet away, exploding a huge hole.
There was a faint snort.
This violent storm raged for half an hour, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed under the strong wind.
The sun has come out, the mountains are like wash, and every stone pit is filled with turbid rainwater. The newly dug Wangtian Lake in the south is holding the murky water flowing from all directions. The low-level monks who went out to check the situation found crops and vegetables at the foot of the mountain. , almost no harm was done, and the land was soaked through.
When the good news spread back to the mountain cave, there were bursts of cheers.
People's livelihood is not easy, and they have to survive in difficult circumstances.
The ghost realm of the Soul-Suppressing Hall.
Judge Zhang, transformed by Zhang Guanzhu's second soul, stands in the center in a dark red official robe, as tall as a hill, with a cold face. After several months of trying, he has mastered the balance of expanding his territory without causing instability in the territory.
Using both hands, he created a series of mysterious ghost techniques, and the rich ghost energy billowed in the air. The Little Styx River is slowly spreading into the darkness at both ends every day, and wherever it passes, it is a new territory for ghosts.
Every half month, a new batch of dead souls and ghosts must be admitted into the ghost realm. Hundreds of years of accumulation of yin energy under the secret canyon are of great benefit to the Soul Suppression Hall, and also allow Judge Zhang's cultivation strength to slowly increase.
Thousands of dead souls and ghosts were a huge and immeasurable gift to him.
In You Lao's words, as long as he successfully enters the underworld, even if he is damaged to the point where only his body and soul are left, he will be able to return to his former self and be alive and kicking immediately if he releases the harvested souls and ghosts.
At that time, he sternly despised Old Man You for his shallow eye sockets, but in fact he was unhappy with Old Man You's crow's mouth. He didn't want to be so miserable. Wouldn't it be better to live a good and complete life in the underworld?
I wonder what new magical powers such a large amount of merit will unlock?
You Lao is in seclusion in the cave at the top of the mountain and does not come out.
Within the boundary of the small world, Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the horizontal rock, facing the five-foot-tall treasure that shone with bronze light.
The yin energy outside is as strong as water, and I am quietly waiting to receive the next wave.
