For a period of time after that, Han Hao stayed in the tribe honestly every day during the day, organizing everyone to make backpacks. When he was hungry, he would go to the top of the mountain to pick up pine nuts to eat.
Over a period of time, not only did the tribe accumulate a lot of backpacks, but they also developed a new food for the tribe, a dried fruit food that was very easy to store.
At the same time, Han Hao has not relaxed his spiritual training during this period. It is not known whether it is because of awakening the magical power of blood or because of eating Qi and refining moonlight every night.
During this period, his physical fitness has rapidly improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and now his strength is no worse than that of ordinary adult tribesmen.
And because of his persistence in practicing Qi, his soul and bloodline magical powers have also been improved to varying degrees. Whether it is his control over the body or his emergency response to danger, it is much better than ordinary people.
Therefore, in terms of force alone, Han Hao is now stronger than a normal adult tribesman.
However, in the past few days, Han Hao seemed to have some problems with his practice.
Because he smokes Yuehua every day, Han Hao's food intake is getting smaller and smaller, his taste has become lighter, and he prefers wild fruits as a vegetarian food.
At the same time, I don’t know why, in recent times, as I continue to practice, my body and soul have absorbed more and more refined moonlight stars.
Han Hao felt that he was getting colder and colder. His efforts to develop the tribe had become less intense, and his treatment of his relatives and tribe members was less enthusiastic and more indifferent. Every day I just care more about my own cultivation.
While his personality and living habits have changed, Han Hao has also seen some changes in his body. His skin is getting fairer and fairer, his facial lines are getting softer and softer, and the cold air in his body is getting heavier and heavier.
However, on the one hand, these problems did not affect his cultivation, and his body did not suffer any major problems because of it. Therefore, although Han Hao felt something was wrong, he regarded this change as a normal reaction to inhaling moonlight.
After all, the moon is yin, representing the yin side of heaven and earth. It is inevitable that Han Hao's cultivation method based on the moon will cause some negative reactions in the body.
Of course, there is another most important reason that makes Han Hao really relieved, and that is the divine fire staying in the sea of consciousness, which can, to a certain extent, resolve the coldness caused by refining the moonlight.
That night, as usual, Han Hao ate some barbecue, said hello to his mother and others, and then went to the corner alone to start his daily practice.
The moonlight enveloped him like a substance. The tribesmen around him were not surprised by this and were minding their own business.
As time passed, people slowly fell asleep under the warmth of the bonfire, and the cave became quiet. Only the blazing bonfire made a "crackling" sound from time to time, and continued to emit light and heat tirelessly.
Under the vent in the corner of the cave, Han Hao sat quietly under the moonlight. As he took in and out of breath, the actual moonlight emitted a scorching silver glow, surging around him like a rising cloud.
Han Hao, who was sitting with his eyes closed, looked even colder under the clouds, like a fairy rising in the wind, sacred and ethereal.
At midnight, when the Yin Qi in the world was the heaviest, Han Hao, who was practicing in the cave, was suddenly awakened by a wave of malice. He frowned slightly, opened his closed eyes in confusion, and saw a flash of light in his eyes.
Then, he was startled by the sight before him.
I saw diagonally above, in the vent illuminated by the moon, a pool of soft-bodied creatures, slowly dripping down like toothpaste.
After finally flowing completely into the cave, it actually expanded into a head three to four meters tall, made up of various animal parts. It was disgusting and grotesque without any logical rules.
The monster just emerged from the vent, with four or five pairs of strange eyes growing randomly on its body, and all looked at Han Hao below, just in time to meet Han Hao's eyes that had just opened.
For a moment, Han Hao had no time to react. Following the monster's gaze, using these strange eyes as a medium, a huge chaotic thought mixed with various emotions suddenly penetrated into Han Hao's consciousness, making his Consciousness suddenly fell into a chaotic pause.
Seeing Han Hao being hit, the monster's eyes flashed with joy and greed, and with a scream, it quickly pounced on Han Hao, who was sitting dazedly below.
"What?" At this moment, a loud roar accompanied by strong energy and blood force suddenly swept through the cave. This was the voice of the clan leader.
Although the monster had good strength, it was naturally suppressed in the cave where the human race lived. Under the clan leader's roar, the blood energy swept through him, and the monster's downward attack suddenly stopped.
A trace of anger and fear flashed in his eyes. Weird hesitated for a moment, but in the end the fear was replaced by greed, and he rushed towards Han Hao again.
At the same time, in Han Hao's sea of consciousness, when weird and chaotic thoughts suddenly poured in and overwhelmed his own consciousness, the divine fire that had been quietly staying in the sea of consciousness suddenly burned violently.
At this moment, Han Hao's sea of consciousness seemed to turn into a furnace. Any thoughts and consciousness that did not belong to Han Hao were easily smelted and eliminated by the ruthless flames in the furnace.
In just an instant, all the chaotic consciousness that invaded Han Hao's sea of consciousness was reduced to nothingness in the fire. In the end, only his own consciousness was left shining brightly in the firelight.
At this time, Han Hao's consciousness came to his senses, and before he had time to rejoice, he saw the grotesque rushing towards him.
"Fuck! If the tiger doesn't show its power, you think it's a sick cat." A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and Han Hao, who was furious in his heart, quickly rolled away.
At the same time, in a flash of thought, a bright yellow flame appeared out of thin air where he was sitting just now, and it grew in the wind to meet the monster that was jumping down. It collided with the monster before it could react.
Amidst the monster's frightened screams, there was only a sound of "coaxing", and the fire spread rapidly across the monster's body. The terrifying high temperature and scorching Yang Qi quickly devoured the monster's life.
At this time, most of the tribesmen in the cave woke up from their sleep, and the tribe leader quickly rushed over and pulled Han Hao up with a complicated expression.
While carefully guarding against the weird ones who were still struggling in the fire, they organized the tribesmen to quickly extinguish the sparks that had just scattered and treat the injured tribesmen.
After he was generally stable, the clan leader looked at the slightly embarrassed Han Hao with a serious face and asked, "What's going on? When will you be able to control the flames?"
Han Hao's face once again regained its previous coldness, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He silently glanced at the monster that had stopped struggling, and said, "I don't know either. When I was practicing, I opened my eyes and saw this monster. ."
Then, he turned his head and glanced at the clan leader. With the clan leader's complicated expression, he waved slightly to the burning monster, and a bright yellow flame jumped out from it and fell obediently on Han Hao's hand.
"I got this flame by drilling wood to make fire a few days ago. It has always been in my sea of consciousness. I only recently discovered the control. I haven't had time to tell you yet."
Saying that, Han Hao glanced at the flame in his hand with some luck, and while taking it back to the sea of consciousness, he said to the clan leader: "There was something wrong with the monster's eyes just now, and it can shock the soul. If it weren't for the fire that automatically protects the master, I would be here now." I’m afraid he’s dead.”
The clan leader looked at Han Hao carefully, frowned slightly at his cold expression, and did not dwell on the issue of fire. After all, the experienced clan leader had heard many legends about adventures.
He focused his attention on the sudden appearance of monsters, which was a matter of life and death for the tribe.
