After finishing her business outside, Jing Yingrong finally returned to the mountain gate and settled in a remote and uninhabited place on Yingyu Island.
First, buy the medicine that catalyzes the mutation of mother oysters, and then go straight to the formation pavilion.
The formation at the bay was arranged by Zhao Jinxu. Now that he wanted to adjust the formation, it was naturally best to go to him.
Jing Yingrong searched for Zhao Jinxu's location in advance and knew that he had returned to the clan.
The colorful bridge leading to the Formation Pavilion is as beautiful as ever, but it's just not as crowded as it used to be.
At the end of Hongqiao, Jing Yingrong explained her purpose to the guards. One of the guards asked her to wait at the entrance while he went in to pass the message.
The other party returned after a while and said that Zhao Jinxu was busy with something at the moment and couldn't leave, and it would take a few hours before he could get out.
Jing Yingrong was not surprised because when she searched for Zhao Jinxu's location, she found that he was busy with something and there were many people around him.
She left a message for Zhao Jinxu at the guard's office, and then returned to her cave.
Bayside.
Jing Yingrong's spiritual power aroused, and a force lifted the crabs and oysters out of the sea and placed them on the ground in front of him.
The crab looked at her with narrowed eyes.
She knelt down and looked at the crab with a serious expression.
"There's something I need to let you know."
Jing Yingrong placed a palm on the mother shell, still looking at the crab.
"You and it influence each other, mainly you influence it, but it will also influence your growth in turn."
The crab's little eyes moved.
Jing Yingrong continued:
"Whether this influence will be good or bad for you in the future, I can't be sure. So, do you want to continue to be with it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hai Crab gave an answer.
It stretched out a pincer and tapped the shell, then tapped the breastplate, then pointed to the mirror, and finally tapped the breastplate again.
Jing Yingrong nodded: "Yes."
Ji Sha Jian: "Wait a minute, what did it say?"
Jing Yingrong: "It said it knew what was going on and told me not to worry."
Ji Sha Sword: "Oh... no, how did you understand?!"
Jing Yingrong: "You will understand it as soon as you see it."
Ji Sha Jian: "You are not talking nonsense."
Ji Yanzhu: "It always feels so magical!"
Ji Jie Bi: "Are you surprised by this until today?"
Jing Yingrong put the mother shell back to its original place, put more precious natural materials and earthly treasures into the water, and then sprinkled the medicine.
After doing this, she sat down next to the crab and chatted with each other.
One speaks, the other gestures.
"Do you have any friends from the demon clan?"
The sea crab waved its pincers.
"Why don't you care about them?"
He waved his pliers again.
"Well, because they lack intelligence. If they are high-level monsters, they should be able to communicate with you."
The pliers pointed at themselves.
"Most monsters can only speak human language when they have reached the tenth level of cultivation. There are a few exceptions."
"But not everyone can understand it."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"There is a beast king who is trying to create the language of the demon clan. If it succeeds, it will be very convenient."
"The appearance is that of a human race, but it can also transform into its true body in the form of a beast."
"I don't know, maybe there's a chance."
…
When Zhao Jinxu came, he saw sea crabs crawling around.
As it crawled, it waved its pincers and made movements similar to punching. Its crab legs sometimes straightened, curled up, and kicked the air.
Jing Yingrong watched with great interest.
"Senior Sister Jing, what are you doing?"
Zhao Jinxu asked aloud.
Jing Yingrong turned to look at him and then back to Hai Xia.
"It was telling me stories about sea beast fights it had witnessed."
Seeing someone coming, the sea crab stopped gesticulating and crawled to Jing Yingrong's feet.
When Zhao Jinxu heard this, he looked at the crab in surprise, his eyes filled with confusion.
Jing Yingrong got to the point: "I'm looking for you to ask you to change the formation."
She explained the reason and handed over the jade slip containing the plan to increase the mother oyster's mutation rate.
Zhao Jinxu took the jade slip and calmly pondered it.
Jing Yingrong's eyes swept across his face. Except for the fatigue caused by days of hard work, he looked the same as before.
There was no trace of the pain of losing his father in his demeanor, as if nothing had happened or been experienced.
Jing Yingrong withdrew her gaze, bent down and whispered a few words to the crab. The crab waved its pincers and crawled back to the bay.
After touching the stick of incense for about a while, Zhao Jinxu raised his head, handed the jade slip back, and said:
"It's not difficult to change the temperature, but if you want to achieve the concentration of spiritual energy mentioned above, you have to rearrange an array. It will take a long time. Senior sister, you have to wait."
After saying that, he began to move materials out of the storage ring.
Jing Yingrong saw this and asked, "Do it now?"
"Yes. I don't know when I will be free in the future, so I might as well finish it now."
Jing Yingrong nodded to express understanding.
Zhao Jinxu suddenly stopped and looked at her, but stopped talking.
"Senior Sister Jing..."
His eyes flickered, hesitation appeared on his face, and he hesitated to speak further.
Jing Yingrong: "What's the matter?"
"...It's nothing. I just want to ask you if you are busy. If there is anything else, senior sister, you go and get busy. You don't have to wait for me here. It will be the same when you look back after it is done."
A faint smile appeared on Zhao Jinxu's face.
Jing Yingrong: "I'm not busy."
Zhao Jinxu responded with a smile, then continued to work without speaking.
…
The territory of Niya Palace.
The pink mist covers the sky, dyeing the world into a beautiful color.
The air is filled with sweet fragrance, and in the dream-like scene, there are strange shadows and illusions.
The phantoms of thousands of alien beasts merged into huge turbid waves, roaring towards the target.
Although it is a phantom, it possesses substantial destructive power. Biting the magic weapon to pieces, blasting the spell to pieces, the roar hit the eardrums, penetrated into the sea of consciousness, and set off an endless storm.
Behind the army of alien beasts, the celestial spirit fox lay prone in the pink clouds, its charming and passionate fox eyes slightly narrowed, and it was leisurely watching the prey resist.
A huge demon bird flew from behind, its aura indicating its identity as the Beast King.
"Huanmei, why aren't you finished yet?"
The demon bird glanced at Ren Xiu who was surrounded by phantoms.
"You must have fallen in love with this person, right? He is not in line with your preferences. Have you changed your taste?"
The Mahayana monk was a middle-aged man, and his appearance could only be described as average.
Huanmei smiled angrily: "You just have a crush on him. Bullying the Mahayana realm is very enjoyable, and people can't bear to end it early."
The demon bird sneered: "Is the early stage of Mahayana worth your time? Have some fun. Hurry up, there is a late stage Mahayana person on Lao Ao's side joining the war. Gu Jiu asked us to help, if you keep stalling, Be careful if he speaks ill of you before the Lord. When the time comes, the Lord will take back his power and see who bullies whom."
"I know, I know, you're so long-winded."
Huanmei stood up lazily, opened her mouth and let out a long roar.
All the phantoms disappeared instantly, but the sweet fragrance in the air became even stronger.
Suddenly losing sight of the enemy, the monk looked around in confusion and saw only a large number of fragments of magic weapons floating in the pink mist.
His thinking had already become slow, and suddenly an ambiguous whisper sounded in his ears:
"Be good, it doesn't hurt."
A bloody mouth burst into view, and the next moment, the world fell into darkness.
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