The old priest made the cloak behind closed doors.
Wu Quji studied the source water and treated the injury.
Su Qi went into the saint's bookstore and read through the numerous records.
It is worth mentioning that the writing of the Holy Clan, like their language, is very close to the living writing, so it is not difficult to distinguish it.
At the same time, Jiang Wang also announced his retreat.
He resolutely refused to admit it because he lacked the idea of helping Qing Qishu "make friends" and was afraid of Qing Qishu's harassment.
He does it for practice.
In the fruit house, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged.
The little black snake trapped in the Sea of Souls and Flowers is still in Tongtian Palace. It has been wandering around aimlessly since the death of the Hidden Snake King. After entering the Land of Divine Shadow, it became languid.
This will facilitate Jiang Wang's research.
The composition of the Divine Soul Fire Flower is based on the power of the Divine Soul, replacing Dao Yuan, and is directly derived from the idea of the Taoist Fire Flower.
On the other hand, by analyzing these small black snakes, can we reverse the process of their formation?
The caster is dead, lacks control and has lost follow-up power, and the power of Taoism that still exists in Tongtian Palace is undoubtedly a rare material.
Cultivation is a process of understanding the world and yourself, exploring, seeking knowledge, and enjoying yourself.
Jiang Wang was not afraid of exhaustion and hard work, but the difficulty of analyzing such a Taoist technique was still beyond his imagination.
It was already afternoon after returning from the place where snakes were hidden.
After a whole night, plus the next day and night, the analysis of this divine soul art was still not completed.
If this Taoist technique is compared to a whole black snake, then he has just analyzed half of the snake's body and the half that belongs to the snake's tail.
It was already the last day before dealing with Yan Xiao, and time did not allow him to continue analyzing it.
Fortunately, he already has a foundation. After leaving the Morihaiyuan world, he can use this foundation to perform deductions on the stage. It is nothing more than a matter of consuming some energy.
This is the benefit of Taixu Fantasy Realm.
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Jiang Wang sat in front of the old priest.
At this time, Wu Quji's injury had recovered, and Su Qi was still searching for answers in the bookstore.
After the production of the hidden clothes was completed, the priest first called Jiang Wang alone, and Jiang Wang indeed had a need to communicate with her.
"This is the best of the four hidden garments."
The old woman took out one piece and folded it in front of Jiang Wang.
From the appearance alone, it looks like a gray gown.
The style is quite satisfactory, the color is ordinary, and it doesn't look conspicuous at first sight.
Only if you look carefully can you realize that it is extraordinary.
The most important thing is that the whole gown is complete and comprehensive, without any trace of sewing, just like animal fur, which is born this way. The so-called seamless dress is about it.
The material of this hidden garment is naturally the hidden snake king.
"Four pieces?" Jiang Wang stroked Niyi, feeling a little confused.
"Only four pieces were made in the first batch. Qishu also wants to hunt Yan Xiao with you, so one piece belongs to him." The old woman said.
"Qing Qishu is going too?"
Of course the old priest knew where his doubts came from, and responded: "He is only responsible for defense, trying to help you resist Yan Xiao's attack, so that you can cause more damage. This will not affect the result of Yan Xiao's death."
If Qing Qishu only defends and does not attack, it will indeed not violate the rules of Yan Xiao's resurrection. It's just...
"This is too dangerous for him." Jiang Wang said.
The old woman said slowly: "Escaped Xiang Shou, this is his responsibility. He also has the corresponding awareness, you don't have to worry."
Jiang Wang finally understood. When Qing Bazhi asked Qing Qishu why he didn't bring a knife in the place where the snake was hidden, what Qing Qishu's reply "Lian Lian" meant.
That guy who was laughing and joking, big and thick, had indeed realized it a long time ago.
"Actually..." Jiang Wang thought for a moment and said, "I'm not confident in killing Yan Xiao."
He has nothing to hide, and there is no need to be coy about it when it comes to his own safety.
He originally had lingering doubts about Yan Xiao, but after the trip to the place where snakes were hidden, he was also dissatisfied with the quality of his "comrade-in-arms."
As a medical monk, Wu Quji's combat effectiveness has been proven. He cannot be said to be weak, but he is not much stronger.
Su Qi's mood was broken and it was difficult for him to exert his peak strength. Now he was focused on "Invasion of the Night". If he really got any clues, it would not be impossible to abandon Yan Xiao directly.
There is no need to be humble and lead them to kill Yan Xiao. He, Jiang Wang, is the absolute main force.
This also means that he has to bear the greatest risk.
There is no need to mention any mission or honor.
After all, the Senhai Saint Clan was a complete stranger to him. Even though he had been in contact with Qing Qishu in the past few days, and he was harmonious with Qing Qishu, he was still far from reaching this level of fighting for them like this.
If things were not harmonious, he would rather leave the Land of Divine Shadow and find another opportunity to leave the Forest Sea Origin Realm. There was really no other way, and it would not be too late to come back and face Yan Xiao.
The old priest has been through the world for a long time, so of course he cannot fail to see Jiang Wang's emotions.
The purpose of sending source water before and now informing him of Qing Qishu's enlightenment was to strengthen his confidence. But obviously the effect was not enough.
"I know that you may have doubts about Yan Xiao, and I can understand that. Addressing your doubts is what I should do as a priest of the Holy Tribe."
The old woman said: "Young man, do you want to hear what efforts we have made to weaken Yan Xiao?"
Jiang Wangdao: "I would like to hear the details."
"What I'm going to tell you next, you can't divulge it to anyone."
"Su Qi and Wu Quji and I are not as close as you think. We can't talk about everything."
The old woman said: "I am not referring to them, but to the members of my holy clan."
Jiang Wang suppressed the doubts in his heart and said: "Please tell me."
But the old woman suddenly asked about a seemingly irrelevant matter: "Messenger Wu Quji asked me before that when the saints offered their heads to Yan Xiao, why didn't they send the old man and the children instead, but let the young people do it through a 'hunting' method?"
The strong warrior died. Do you still remember my answer?"
"The elderly are history, and children are the future." Jiang Wang's answer was not hesitant, because he actually recognized this answer.
But the old priest said: "Actually, it has nothing to do with history or the future. It has nothing to do with honor or even morality. It has nothing to do with Yan Xiao."
Jiang Wang waited silently for the next step.
"Young man, I can see that you are a trustworthy person." The old woman's eyes were kind.
Jiang Wang said nothing. There was no need for him to be modest about this, because he was indeed trustworthy.
The old woman's tone suddenly became pensive: "When I was as old as Qinghua, I also met a young man like you. He was also an outsider, and he was also summoned by the Dragon God."
"It was such a beautiful age..." she sighed.
"Listening" is a very important ability. No one has taught him, but Jiang Wang has already understood it. At this moment, he just looked at the white-haired old woman in front of him and expressed his concentration with his eyes.
"He is smart, courageous, hard-working, and powerful. When I met him, he was in a place where Lingsi flowers were in full bloom."
"The 'flower' of Lingsi flower is Lingsi. It grows in strands like hair. We also call it worry silk. It is really 'troubled'..."
The old woman sighed with emotion, her eyes lowered slightly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. At that moment, there was a girlish shyness: "Sour, astringent, and sweet troubles."
At this point, she had deep wrinkles and patted the futon with her thin and withered hands: "Oh, this futon is made of spiritual silk. We use it to weave clothes and straw sandals... Everyone has 'troubles', every day
No one can live without it.”
This chapter has been completed!