Mr. Shi looked to the side, where Fuyao stood.
Fuyaozi opened his hands and faced the wind and snow in the sky, as if he was sensing something.
Finally, he opened his eyes and expressed his opinion: "There is definitely something wrong here, this snow, and the aura here, everything is wrong! You feel it too, right?"
Mr. Shi nodded: "Indeed, the ice nature in the aura is too strong. If the ice spirit root is here, the cultivation speed will be very fast, but there is also an aura of destruction and madness in these auras, which should be contaminated. , or in other words, contaminated with demonic nature... Although there are not many, there are hidden dangers if you practice here for a long time."
"It's the same as what I feel." Fuyaozi nodded: "Wait a minute, I want to confirm something!"
As he spoke, he fell down in an instant and landed on the ground.
This is a large snowfield hundreds of miles away from the Jingshui base. Under the white snow, there are only a few scattered snow monsters wandering aimlessly.
However, unlike before when they saw someone and rushed over like crazy, these snow monsters began to run away when they saw Fuyaozi. Some even lay directly on the ground, their bodies trembling.
It's a pity that Fuyaozi will not let them go easily. With a wave of his hand, invisible power is generated, and the bodies of those snow monsters instantly collapse, leaving only crystal clear super crystals suspended in the air.
Those crystals flew out of thin air, were held in Fuyaozi's hand, sensed for a while, and then crushed into pieces, turning into countless debris and dissipating in the wind.
Fuyaozi frowned slightly and slapped his palm on the snow again.
The fluffy snow, the hard ice under the snow, the gray concrete pavement under the ice...layer by layer, as if struck by a meteorite, the layers opened up and were pushed around, revealing the brown earth below. .
Fuyaozi put one hand on the ground and sensed it again.
Mr. Shi also landed from the sky, casually killed a snow monster, took the super crystal and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a while, he took out a piece of paper out of thin air and slapped the crystal on the paper.
In an instant, the light blue lines spread across the white paper, forming a large and complex pattern.
"It's quite interesting." Mr. Shi sighed and threw out the white paper.
A blue light flashed on the paper, and a large piece of ice was produced out of thin air and shot out.
After turning a few more super crystals into talismans, Mr. Shi put these talismans directly into his sleeves and looked at Fuyaozi not far away.
Fuyaozi finally withdrew his palm from the ground, and the frown on his face became tighter: "I know what's going on! There is something that is constantly extracting the origin of this small world! Most of the origin is absorbed by that thing A small part of it turned into spiritual energy, and that thing also used the scattered world essence to create these monsters!"
"Can you extract the origin of the world? And that aura of destruction..." Mr. Shi touched his beard: "Is it an external demon? Or an evil god?"
"It's hard to be sure. You can only know it if you go and see it in person." Fuyaozi shook his head.
"Then... do you want to go north and have a look?" Mr. Shi suggested.
"Forget it, just figure out what's going on." Fuyaozi waved his hand: "Let's go back first."
The two of them returned to the Jingshui base in a flash of light.
Before walking through the double doors, Mr. Shi gently snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the sculpture-like people in the original base began to move again. Some were talking and laughing, some were eating, some were carrying boxes... and they didn't feel at all that they were frozen before.
…
A mysterious light flashed on the double door, and two figures appeared, then turned into streaks of smoke.
The dark green one got into Fuyaozi's body, and the milky white one got into Mr. Shi's body, making the vigilance in their eyes relax a little.
The first person to speak was Mr. Shi: "Your temple is really a good idea. You can take out such a small world and let people come and go at will."
"There is no other way." Lu Ang pretended to be helpless: "In order to find the son of destiny as soon as possible, the poor monk can only make this move."
Before they could speak again, Lu Ang threw out the excuse he had made up long ago: "You have also seen the basic skills of this temple. The skills of my Leiyin Temple are the top skills of Mahayana, and I practice the most advanced ones. The majestic and righteous way of merit does not require qualifications, even low-grade spiritual roots can be cultivated!"
"However, you two must have noticed that the skills of this temple are indeed wonderful, but whether it is accelerating cultivation, promoting spiritual roots, sublimating spells, exchanging life essence... all of them require merit! In the early stage, refining Qi, building foundation, gold Fortunately, if you do good deeds all year round, your merits will be enough."
"However, if you go further up to Yuanying, transform into gods, return to the void, and even combine Taoism and Mahayana, the merits required will be huge! This amount of merits will not necessarily exhaust the foundation of a top sect. It’s all together!”
"So, this temple is actually not afraid of the leakage of the skills. Even if two of these talented people practice with all their strength, how far can they reach? This skill is useless to you, it's better than nothing."
"You two should have heard that this temple not only has the secret method of traveling through the small world, but there is also a secret trial under the mountain to hone combat skills. Traveling through the small world, eradicating disasters and saving the world are all for the son of destiny to gain enough merit! After all, no matter how many good things you do on a daily basis, how can it compare to your contribution to saving the world? The same goes for the secret realm trial. The Son of Destiny grows very fast, and his realm is advancing rapidly, but his ability to fight may not keep up. The secret realm trial is for this purpose. prepare."
"Only a true son of destiny, with destiny in his body and favored by heaven, can, with the help of this temple, gain enough merits in the small worlds, hone his combat skills in secret realm trials, and step by step become spiritual. Roots, improve the realm, finally achieve the Mahayana, and cope with the great calamity!"
"You know, this son of destiny is probably just an ordinary monk with low-grade spiritual roots or medium-grade spiritual roots. Therefore, even if I give him to you, can your Kunpeng Sect and your alliance train him to the Mahayana? ? It will only waste this person’s luck.”
"You have all seen the techniques of this temple. If you do evil, you will be bound by karma, and your body and soul will disappear. This temple is not looking for this destined son to bring glory to the sect, but to cope with the catastrophe, and for everyone!"
"How many times have you mentioned the great calamity? What calamity is it?" Fuyaozi asked.
"This... this temple doesn't know either." Lu Ang shook his head and tried his best to perfect his character: "It's just a warning from the treasure in the temple. We know that a great catastrophe is coming, maybe thousands of years, maybe ten thousand years, it will definitely come! Time waits not for us! I hope the two It can be convenient!”
Seeing that the two of them still didn't express their opinions.
Lu Ang had no choice but to increase the offer: "If the poor monk finds the destined son, the poor monk can make the decision. The two secret trials at the foot of the mountain and the auction house can be given to you for you to train your disciples. Although they are It’s only the first and second levels, but it’s also a rare secret treasure that cannot be refined without great magical power.”
Mr. Shi said nothing, but Fuyaozi nodded: "Okay!"
(End of chapter)
