Two days have passed...
Zhao Lin and Yinhun traveled to the southern part of Yinfeng Realm.
There is no sun and moon in the sky, so it is difficult for newcomers to distinguish between east, west, north and south, but they can judge the direction and approximate time based on the stars in the sky.
There are detailed descriptions in the mission details, and Zhao Lin quickly mastered them after a period of comparison.
The mountains in the southern area are undulating. There are no particularly high mountains, but they are steep and steep. The jungle is dense, and the number of monsters gradually increases.
Although monsters have low intelligence, they also have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Most of them will run away or hide when they see Zhao Lin and Yinhun.
Zhao Lin has no interest in these monsters. They can neither be eaten nor used as materials for making talismans and refining weapons.
In the past two days, I traveled through mountains and ridges, only to find two Yinfeng grass and one star peony, and the harvest was very little.
"Li Zhe, we will rest here tonight."
Zhao Lin took out the tent and said to Yinhun.
Li Zhi is the name of the ghost.
The ghost looks like a jellyfish, so Zhao Lin gave it the name White Sting for the convenience of calling it.
Yin Hun proposed, "I want to be named Li."
Zhao Lin felt very strange and asked: "Why is the surname Li and not another surname?"
Yinhun hesitated and couldn't answer.
Seeing this, Zhao Lin even more suspected that it had absorbed the soul of a certain monk, so that his understanding of himself was skewed, and asked: "Who...are you?"
Yinhun was stunned for a while, with a hint of confusion in his tone, "I... don't know."
Zhao Lin did not explore further. After two days of getting along, his relationship with Yin Hun had eased a lot.
It was its several reminders along the way that allowed Zhao Lin to avoid other monks in time, and it was precisely because of this thousand-year-old ghost that those ghosts without intelligence did not dare to harass him.
Yinhun seemed to have slowly gotten used to staying with Zhao Lin, and never mentioned leaving again.
Zhao Lin became more and more certain that there was humanity in Yin Hun, so he was not as strict with him as before, and the amount of Sanyang Pill he fed was reduced to a quarter.
However, during the break, Zhao Lin still tied up the ghost, and the necessary precautions must be taken.
The dusk is deep and the stars are changing.
Zhao Lin was meditating in the tent, while "Li Zhe" stood guard at the door.
The ghost doesn't need sleep, so Zhao Lin simply lets it be on guard.
After finishing the exercise, Zhao Lin looked at the spiritual map in his mind, thought about it again and again, and erased the Thousand Illusion Techniques and Mind-telepathy Techniques.
Although these two magic spells are magical and can interfere with the enemy's sanity during combat, they are crooked ways after all. As their cultivation level increases, the effect of this illusion spell becomes smaller and smaller.
Another important point is that the space in the spiritual chart is limited, and it is unrealistic to occupy two squares to practice illusions.
On the fourth day, continue southbound.
"Li Zhe, this world is not big, what does it look like at the end?"
Zhao Lin looked at the changing nebulae on the horizon and suddenly thought of a question.
"There is an invisible barrier that cannot be seen or touched, but it cannot be broken through."
Li Zhi replied.
Zhao Lin nodded slightly. He had heard a saying: The small world is likened to a walnut, with the world itself inside and the hard shell outside as a barrier.
The sect used its powerful formation-breaking technique to create a small hole in the walnut shell, which was the entrance to the small world.
"If we extrapolate from this, Xuanyuan Continent may be just a walnut in the eyes of a higher-level world."
Zhao Lin pondered for a while, feeling that this question was too profound and not something he could figure out at the moment, so he shook his head, smiled to himself, and moved on.
Passing a foothill, the roar of fighting could be heard below.
"Boy, why don't you run away? Hand over the Yin Feng Grass to me!"
A rough voice said with a loud laugh.
Zhao Lin didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, and was about to leave immediately when he heard this.
Why is this voice so familiar?
After thinking for a while, I remembered that the owner of the voice was the fat monk I met on the spirit boat.
No need to ask, it must be this guy who uses his advanced cultivation to rob other people's harvest.
Zhao Lin was incapable of taking care of this kind of thing. The only thing he could do was to leave as soon as possible to avoid getting into trouble.
"Get lost, I won't give it to you!"
A stubborn voice sounded.
Wei Shi!
Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: "No, Brother Wei was blocked by others."
"Very good, let's see how long you can keep your words! Once again, hand over the lock bag and pick the seven-day magic grass for me..."
Zhao Lin hesitated for a moment and moved down the hillside. At the same time, he signaled to Li Zhi to follow him.
Walk to the hillside and look down.
I saw that the fat monk was controlling a small magic weapon "Antlers Blade", patrolling back and forth in the air, constantly attacking Wei Shi.
Wei Shi was in quite a mess, his clothes were torn in many places, and there were several wounds on his exposed skin, which was oozing blood.
It stands to reason that even if you are defeated by physical training, you can at least choose to escape.
But the fat monk had already found a way and cast a thorn technique.
Countless thorns grew wildly from the ground, like long snakes dancing wildly, and swooped towards Wei Shi.
There were sharp thorns on the thorns, and Wei Shi was extremely afraid of them. It took a lot of effort to break one off, but then new thorns appeared.
The fat monk calmly manipulated the law, and from time to time he took advantage of Wei Shi's unpreparedness to make a sneak attack, with a smile on his face, as if a cat was playing with a mouse.
Zhao Lin could see that although this fat monk was of low character, he was an expert in fighting skills and knew how to deal with physical cultivation.
"Hurry up and surrender. After I deal with you, I will catch that martial artist again and slowly process you two!"
Hearing this, Zhao Lin's face darkened, and he finally made up his mind. He turned to Li Zhe and said, "This man is my friend. Please use illusion to interfere with him, and I will rescue him."
"friend?"
Li Zhi was stunned and asked, "What did you create?"
Zhao Lin had a quick thought in his mind and said, "Become two monks and scare him."
Li Zhe responded: "Okay, I'll go around from one side, it's a bit far here."
Zhao Lin didn't stop him. Looking at Yin Hun's back, he suddenly asked: "You won't take the opportunity to run away, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, he added: "Even if you have to leave, you have to finish casting the illusion before leaving."
I made up my mind that if the ghost escaped, I would have to do it myself.
"who?"
Zhao Lin quietly moved downwards, and when he was close to a distance of seventy or eighty feet, the fat monk suddenly looked over and shouted coldly.
"Which friend is it, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"
The fat monk took back the magic weapon with a wary look on his face, but still used the thorn technique to entangle Wei Shi.
"It seems that they are not of my race after all. I'm afraid they have run away..."
Zhao Lin sighed softly and was about to rush out when he suddenly saw the spiritual energy around the fat monk fluctuating, and two monks appeared out of thin air!
The two monks each held a flying sword in their hands. Without saying a word, they drove the flying swords to stab the fat monk in the air!
(End of chapter)
