A trace of extremely faint sword energy invisible to the naked eye overflowed from his Tanzhong orifice, swimming around like a greedy little thing, swallowing up all the invisible cold evil energy in the cold wind that came close.
Chang Siguo was dumbfounded after seeing this scene. With his clairvoyance, he could see the slightest hint of sword energy.
A little guy who is extremely weak, yet appears to be very domineering and greedy.
When he subdued the Killing Heart Sword, he once entered the world of sword light. A certain image flashed before his eyes. Chang Siguo suddenly realized that the nearly two months of tempering the sword energy unexpectedly allowed him to develop a trace of his own original sword. He was so angry that he almost didn't react.
The icy evil spirit in the cold wind may be the inducement to generate the sword energy in advance.
Grab, grab, grab. Sword Qi mainly kills and is also a kind of evil Qi.
Chang Siguo silently recalled that the images of the original sword energy he experienced in the strange world of sword light gradually became clear from blur. He suddenly understood what he should do, and attached a trace of his true energy and mental power to it, and soon Successfully left a mark on the original sword energy.
Feeling the closeness of the sword energy to him, Chang Siguo almost grinned and laughed three times.
Properly cultivated, this will be his biggest trump card.
The pain of being cut into pieces in front of me was all worth it.
With Chang Siguo's guidance, the efficiency of the original sword energy swimming and swallowing was immediate. At this time, Chang Siguo hoped that this sinister wind could last longer.
He dealt with it easily, while other monks did not have such a good life and had to suffer.
Those monks who had stayed here for a long time, struggling on the edge of life and death, experienced two sinister winds that corroded their bones in a few hours. They had no elixirs to replenish, so they threw them on the violently shaking ground and turned into sinister wind beasts. Energy disappears into space.
As this sinister catastrophe continues indefinitely, more and more monks are disappearing.
Many new monks who experienced the sinister wind corroding their bones for the first time were tortured to madness by the ubiquitous cold evil spirit.
If the spirit is slightly relaxed, more ice-cold evil energy will take advantage of it.
Chang Siguo was concentrating on channeling the original sword energy when he suddenly heard a wild scream and roar nearby.
He hurriedly used his clairvoyance skills and found that a man four feet away on the right, wrapped in a mist, had gone crazy. He was drawing out his long sword and slashing wildly into the air with the current, tearing his robe to pieces. The items were thrown around, and soon they rushed out of the scope of his Sky Eye, and then heard the screams of another man nearby.
"You're crazy, I'm your brother"
"Everyone who kills must die"
I don't know if the Yinfeng Beast couldn't take care of it, or if it was intentional, but the roaring and fighting sounds could be heard for a long time.
The crazy man was covered in blood and stumbled amidst the violent vibrations. However, he was not taken away. He reappeared in his sight and rushed towards him at an angle.
Chang Siguo drew his sword, and when the man stabbed at the fog where he was with his red eyes, he slashed away without mercy.
There was a flash of sword light in the gray fog, and the man with bare arms and torn robes didn't know how to dodge, and was hacked to the ground.
In just two breaths, the shaking ground was clean and not even a drop of blood was left. The long sword was taken away by Chang Siguo. He slowly moved a few steps to the side and put a little distance away from Mr. Meng. .
Under great changes, trust between people is as fragile as eggshells.
A sudden accident took the lives of every monk in the space.
When the weather calmed down, the number of monks remaining in the space was no longer 40-50% of the previous number. Everyone was exhausted and sat on the ground that no longer shook. Their bodies were covered with frost and their faces were pale. They were doing their exercises and breathing.
214342143732234532646923567358283259332989711110897105115104105121101469911110932214342143712290 Chang Siguo is no exception. Even though he has received such great benefits, he behaves differently from other new monks. Both, except that there is no frost on his body, he has cultivation, so he must be a little different.
Only Mr. Meng was still nearby, and the three people who had followed them had long since disappeared.
Before sitting down, he looked specifically at the direction of Huang Tian. Fortunately, the boy was haggard and depressed. Fortunately, he was still alive. He only had one friend by his side. The other two were ruthlessly taken away by the storm.
After meditating on the ground for at least two hours, people started to get up one after another.
Most of them are new monks. They usually still have elixirs in their bodies, and they are in their prime and can endure it.
Chang Siguo also opened his eyes at the right time and saw a Sumeru bag falling nearby, so he picked it up with a movement of his hand.
"Young friend Chang, if you have the energy, you can walk around in the space."
Mr. Meng stood up and whispered, "Let's pick up a few more Sumeru bags. In about half a year, the gloomy pond water will erupt. The plan must be advanced. I need a lot of elixirs to repair my body."
嘘戅宝来戅. Chang Siguo understood. No wonder Mr. Meng was so excited when he saw the change in space earlier.
It turns out they can go out early.
This is the advantage of having an elder in the family, who can seize opportunities at every turn.
The two of them walked separately to the left and right. The surviving new monks were looking for familiar monks. However, there were not many monks left who had experienced such changes and knew the hidden situation. They were all still meditating and recovering. What would happen in the meantime? Stand up.
About half an hour later, Chang Siguo and Meng Lao met in a remote place.
Mr. Meng made a "four" gesture. He gained a good harvest, and some color returned to his withered face. He twitched the corners of his mouth to show a smile and said, "The Yinfeng Beast is too greedy. It brings in twenty or thirty monks every time. There must be a chase, and this guy is also very capable, and can escape every time. Only when the water flows slowly can it last long. This evil beast doesn't know how to control, and he will be unlucky sooner or later."
Chang Siguo scanned the bead space with his heavenly eye. The floating white mist slowly expanded and contracted.
Liu Xihou doesn’t know how far he can recover within half a year.
He had no way to inform Liu Xihou who was in seclusion.
"Mr. Meng, it only takes half a year. By then, you will be able to cope with the eruption of the pool and protect us both."
This question is very straightforward. It is a matter of life and death. Chang Siguo cannot hide it.
Mr. Meng pondered for a moment and whispered, "The original plan was to spend at least a year and a half to repair the body, but the plan could not change quickly. If it is delayed until the next eruption of the lake in five years, I am worried about you and your friend. Maybe I can’t hold on, anything can happen in the ghost space.”
Chang Siguo shook his head firmly, "Just choose after half a year. The elixir will be provided to you first."
The nights are long and the dreams are many. Although staying in the ghost space is very beneficial to his original sword energy accumulation, compared with his small life, it is still safer to go out. Grab, grab, grab
Furthermore, the original sword energy can be cultivated by his spiritual energy, as well as his metal properties.
You don’t have to stay in a place where danger is out of control.
There was a smile in Mr. Meng's eyes: "As long as there are a little more pills, I will have no problem returning to the late Lingfu realm. In addition, I am not worried about your physical strength. I just need to remind your friend to spend more time." Meditate and make sure your body is not too weak.”
"Sure, I'll remind him."
The two of them felt relaxed after the negotiation. They didn't comment on the tragic situation in the space.
Having experienced life and death a lot, a hard heart is the basic requirement.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to move forward on the path of spiritual practice.
The fog four or five feet above the ground became much thinner, and it was hazy, and the ground a little further away could be seen clearly.
Puddles are slowly forming everywhere, making it a magical space.嘘戅gnaws the book home kenshuju戅
The ground has returned to dryness, and they are waiting to take out the dry food and fill their stomachs with Mr. Meng and add some food.
Chang thought about it and turned around. A round-faced monk with whom he had met was walking towards here with a man and a woman. From a long distance away, the round-faced monk held his hands in his arms and greeted him humbly with a smile. When he got closer, he whispered. Explain your intention
"I'm disturbing Brother Chang's cleansing. I just picked up an ownerless sumeru bag. I would like to ask Brother Chang to help me open it. The contents of the bag should be divided equally. What do you think of Brother Chang?"
Shi Yong didn't dare to go around in circles because Shi Benquan had disappeared, and he knew that Chang Siguo didn't want to see them.
Hearing what the other party said, Chang Siguo thought, Meng Laozheng needed a lot of elixirs to repair his body.
He and Meng Lao looked at each other, and both of them had hidden smiles in their eyes. 214342143732218272007023621321011101151041171061174699111109322143421437
The good things that come to their door also remind them that they can take advantage of them.
It's good to make a deal, don't talk about feelings here
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