After a quarter of an hour, as soon as the pain stopped, Chang Siguo tremblingly took out a towel from the space, wiped his face and hands clean first, then evaporated his soaked clothes, and weakly swallowed a blood-tonifying pill. Then close your eyes and continue meditating.
Only by enduring hardship can one become a master, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Whoever dares to say this nonsense in front of him at this time will definitely spit out bloody phlegm.
He just wants to live a simple life, that's all
The days went by alternately with dullness and pain, for more than five months. I often thought that the blood-enhancing elixir I had on hand had long since expired. Fortunately, I found a low-level elixir from another Xumi bag, which had similar blood-enhancing effects. Yes, let him get through it.
After such a long period of tempering the body with the Yin wind and sword energy, his body became stronger and the blood stains rejected became less and less.
At the end of the day, one pill will be enough to consume.
The food was also replenished from other Xumi bags, but there was still a surplus.
The large number of monks they had earlier were washed away by the waves, and not many of them survived. 214342143732218272007023621321011101151041171061174699111109322143421437
All of them were as unkempt as beggars, their faces were bloodless and shaved.
No matter how miserable life is, there are still one or two rare bright spots. In the past few days, Mr. Meng spent a lot of effort and almost exhausted the pills collected by Chang Siguo, and finally restored it to Ling Mansion. Late period.
This good news made Chang Siguo and Meng Lao drink happily, and they drank the last bowl of spiritual wine equally in one gulp.
Only by repairing to the late stage of the Lingfu realm can Mr. Meng be confident that he can protect the two of them.
Even if he is injured, he will not lose his life.
What Mr. Meng didn't know was that Chang Siguo was so happy because Liu Xihou, who had been in seclusion in the Pearl Space, came out briefly a few days ago and communicated with him and revealed that he had recovered to the peak of the Lingfu realm and was about to reunite with the Golden Pill. It shouldn't be too far.
Liu Xihou's Xumi bag contains quite a lot of rare elixirs and treasures from heaven and earth.
With such strong support as a back-up, Chang Siguo could not be happy.
He is not afraid of evil winds and can take time out every day to read a large pile of books and classics collected from various sumuru bags to increase his knowledge and knowledge of practice.
Occasionally, during his free time in the evening, he would ask Elder Meng for advice on cultivation techniques, such as talismans, formations, weapon refining, use of spiritual energy, boxing techniques, etc., regardless of category. Elder Meng would often make him suddenly enlightened with just a few words.
Slowly, under the guidance of Mr. Meng, he sorted out a general direction for his future practice.
As soon as I have free time, I go far away to collect the soulless fruits in the puddles, use my true energy to evaporate them to dryness, shrink the shriveled soulless fruits to the size of mung beans, and store them in three white jade boxes containing spiritual medicinal materials.
This thing is of great use to him, why not get more of it now?
Anyway, the Shadow Beast doesn't interfere with his actions.
That evening, after swallowing the soulless fruit and refining it, Chang Siguo and Meng Lao chatted and walked nearby.
After completing the set goal before the Tanshui erupted, Mr. Meng relaxed.
Every day, he only has to deal with the consumption of the Yin wind that corrodes his bones, and he has elixirs to supplement him every now and then, and he also has food to fill his stomach. Compared with the monks who only rely on soulless fruit to survive, their living environment is as good as heaven and earth.
"Brother Chang, brother Chang."
A thin figure ran from a distance, shouting very affectionately.
Meng Lao winked narrowly and walked to the other side, leaving Chang Siguo to talk to the woman alone.
Chang thought about it and felt helpless. When would he be destined for a woman? It was because he was the only one here who had the ability to erase the dim mark on the ownerless sumeru bag and become the meat of the ghost space.
Two months ago, I fell in with a body practitioner who was also a physical practitioner. Because of his cultivation, he became very arrogant for a while.
Later, those old foxes found out that he could not erase the spiritual energy mark on the ownerless sumeru bag, so they worked together to set a trap and killed the guy.
In the ghost space, there are all kinds of strange rules and dirty tricks, which are really common.
The person who came was the cousin of the monk with a round face, Shi Yi Ping. His slightly round face turned into a pointed face, his skin had lost its former rosy luster, his eyes looked bigger, his hair was neatly combed, and he was wearing a suit of ill-fitting men's clothes. He ran up to her in his long robe, took out a light yellow Sumeru bag from his sleeve as if offering a treasure, raised his head and narrowed his eyes with a smile, trying to show off his beauty.
"Brother Chang, please help me open this Sumeru bag. I was lucky enough to pick it up today."
Chang Siguo took the bag with a perfunctory smile on his face.
Seeing that he couldn't get close to him, Shi Yong cunningly ordered his cousin to come over and tried his best to survive.
Among the female monks still alive in the ghost space, apart from the young woman in front of her, there was only an old woman who had been tortured by the evil wind all year round. The other two young women who had fallen in had already disappeared without a trace.
There is no distinction between men and women in the face of cruelty.
Chang Siguo took some time to open the bag, motioned Shi Yiping to squat down with him, dumped the items on the ground, glanced at them, and said with a smile, "The harvest is good this time. You picked up all the elixirs, food, and medicinal materials. I’ll give you an earthy yellow jade plaque as a headdress, and the rest will belong to me.”
The woman thanked her repeatedly in surprise. After such a long period of close contact, she finally made substantial progress.
In the ghost space, pills and food are necessary to survive.
Her cousin asked her to use a honey trap in a very naughty way. She really couldn't shame it and didn't know what to do.
She felt that Brother Chang was not that kind of person. Even when he was alone, he never acted rudely and took advantage of others, which made her feel lucky and grateful.
"Thank you, Brother Chang. I'll leave first."
The woman collected the items, hung the jade plaque on her waist, jumped like a light deer, and ran a hundred feet away.
Chang Siguo waved his hand, he had treated everyone equally in previous transactions.
The reason why the elixir food was not divided equally according to the rules he set this time was because Mr. Meng had previously told him that through observation, various signs showed that the Tanshui eruption would occur within these few days and would not last more than five days.
Everyone has a sense of compassion.
When he is not using it, he is still willing to give away life-saving items such as elixirs, food, etc. to those who need them.
Three days later at noon, Mr. Meng suddenly opened his eyes from meditating. He lay down on the ground and carefully observed the slightly rippling puddle in front of him. He suppressed the joy in his eyes and looked down upon Chang Si who woke up and lay beside him. The voice said, "Go and notify Huang Tian. Go wait near the pool and try not to disturb others."
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Chang Siguo responded, stood up, and walked at normal speed to Huang Tian who was in front of the puddle a hundred feet away.
Huang Tian woke up from his practice when he noticed someone was watching him. When he saw Chang Siguo tilting his head slightly to signal him, he hurriedly stood up and patted his last unfailing friend awake. The three of them walked slowly towards the water pool without saying a word. sound.
Shi Ying, who was guarding thirty feet away on the right side of the water pool, noticed some movement. He looked up and saw Chang Siguo and a group of three people passing by silently. He hurriedly looked in the direction of the water pool. The tall, gray-haired old man Meng was leaning over to observe. Pool.
He immediately understood that the opportunity had come, so he slapped his sister who was meditating beside him to wake up, and raised his finger to signal silence.
Secretly sighing that all the hard work was finally in vain, the big black guy walked close to him specifically to remind him secretly, and the group of people walked to the edge of the waterhole tacitly and stood quietly. Grab, grab, grab
Mr. Meng only glanced at it and showed no displeasure at the extra people.
His eyes passed over the earthy yellow jade plaque hanging on Shi Yiping's waist, and he paused for a moment.
No matter how many people enter the pool, what's the use?
He would only protect Chang Siguo and Huang Tian. As a former master of the golden elixir, he could promise nothing but gold.
The intrigues with other old guys in the ghost space, instigating some monks to enter the water pool to die in order to explore the power of the water pool eruption, that is of course another matter, he never thinks that is a promise.嘘戅奇书网戅
In order to survive, everyone is just using their own tricks.
As for Chang Siguo's request that he try to take care of Huang Tian's friends if possible, Mr. Meng agreed on the surface but was noncommittal in his heart. How could that guy get his care?
Are you extremely talented? Or do you have a deal with him?
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The fewer people there are to take care of him, the safer he will be when the pool erupts. This opportunity only comes once. He doesn't want to fall short and bury himself in the pool. As long as he can successfully break out of the space controlled by the ghost beast, the sky will be wide and the sky will be wide for him to roam. .
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