Chapter 260: A group of people are scrambling to eat dirt 2/4
After having had enough food and wine, Yang Muyun returned to his room and took stock of today's harvest.
But there was a small episode in the middle.
Yang Muyun originally arranged a room with a bed for the centaur, but the centaur only needed an open space that could protect it from wind and rain.
Because centaurs sleep standing up.
This is something centaurs have passed down from generation to generation. They can keep standing at all times and can run and fight when the wind blows in the grass.
Like barbarians, centaurs are natural warriors.
Entering the dungeon and approaching his Red Bull suite, Yang Muyun saw a white figure, so he coughed and said, "What are you doing? Put on your clothes."
Immortal Pansi was a little confused, "Master, don't you like this?"
Yang Muyun cursed secretly, whoever is talking behind my back is ruining my reputation.
"You put your clothes on first."
Pansi Daxian's body was wrapped with spider silk, and he was instantly put on a set of silver-white body-hugging tights. The outline of his body was perfectly highlighted, making him even more seductive than before.
Yang Muyun couldn't help but say that you should stop wearing it.
"Ahem...what are you doing here? And, where is Rimuru, get out of here, why are you guarding the door?"
The Slime God immediately rolled out of the Red Bull Suite.
"Master, she has your aura on her body, I dare not expel her."
After signing the soul contract, Pansi Immortal was marked with Yang Muyun's mark, which Rimulu could clearly sense.
Pansi Immortal immediately understood that he had misunderstood, so he quickly said: "Master, you didn't arrange a place for me. I thought... I thought..."
Yang Muyun was speechless. She had forgotten to arrange the residence of Pansi Immortal, so she thought differently.
Pointing to the Wangzi suite next to him, Yang Muyun said, "You can stay there."
These tin houses were all borrowed from Wang Jinlong's family in the early stages. I became emotionally attached to them all the time I lived there, so I didn't bother to change them.
Immortal Pansi took a look and saw that it turned out to be a metal palace. He immediately became happy and thought that the captives would live in thatched houses or dig holes.
Yang Muyun was too lazy to pay attention to Spider Spirit's thoughts. Since he had the soul contract in hand, he was not afraid of her having any evil thoughts, so he opened the door and entered the house, locking Rimuru out at the same time.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Yang Muyun began to recall that earth-shattering palm in his mind.
At first, I just wanted to imitate the feeling of falling from the sky and imitate the movements of Tathagata's palms.
But then, for some unknown reason, the big gear in the belief space was triggered, and then it started to rotate crazily, consume crazily, and output crazily.
Yang Muyun didn't understand what was going on just now, but now that he was thinking quietly, Yang Muyun finally came to his senses.
The effect of the power of faith is to realize wishes and turn the impossible into possible.
Mountain elf monsters can use it to strengthen their body, strengthen a certain talent, or strengthen a certain organ.
You can also use it to strengthen certain abilities of your own, strengthen your own equipment, or strengthen your dependents.
At that time, I had a strong desire to restore and strengthen the Tathagata Palm.
So the Buddha Wheel was activated and countless faiths were burned to realize this desire.
Yang Muyun not only possesses the complete version of Tathagata Palm, but also upgraded this palm technique to the extent that one palm can give birth to ten thousand Buddhas.
If the former is still in the realm of martial arts and can be figured out through imitation and practice, then the latter is definitely at the level of magic. It is not something of the same dimension at all, and you can't even get a glimpse of it even if you try to break your head.
For Yang Muyun, the Tathagata Palm was not just a simple spell, but also a way to obtain spells. Yang Muyun also understood the purpose of the Buddha Wheel for the first time.
The source of all dharma.
To put it more bluntly, it is a supercomputer specially used to run data.
The power of faith is the energy consumed by this supercomputer, and many rules such as Buddha's fire, Buddha's light, and thunder sound are the equipment used by the supercomputer to assist calculations.
The more such auxiliary equipment, the stronger the computing power and the more accurate the calculation results will be.
Yang Muyun obtained seven more rules today: thunder, earth, water, wood, poison, cloud, and space, which is equivalent to adding seven auxiliary equipment to the Buddha Wheel.
For example, if you combine the Buddha Wheel with the rules of water and the rules of wood, you might be able to deduce the golden willow dew. Even if you can't deduce the elixir of bringing the dead back to life, you can at least get a healing medicine.
It’s better than Yunnan Baiyao, right?
However, it is deduced that a Tathagata Palm will consume all Yang Muyun's accumulated wealth, and the consumption of Jinliu Dew is probably even more terrifying, so let's build up the power of faith first.
Previously, there were two temples as backup, and the power of faith continued to pour in every day. Yang Muyun was a little worried about how to use so much power of faith.
But after learning about the efficacy of the Buddha Wheel, Yang Muyun instantly became anxious.
This little power of faith is enough to do anything. I want more, more.
Wang Jinlong needs to work harder.
The opponents you will encounter in the future will definitely be stronger, and their abilities will be more complex and changeable. If you don't have a few unique skills to beat the enemy, you will definitely suffer big losses in future battles.
In a world where the weak eat the strong, failure means death, being devoured like a combination of five poisons until no bones are left.
Yang Muyun saw with his own eyes that after he left, a group of beast-headed men rushed towards the battlefield and ran into the handprints struck by Tathagata's palm to eat dirt.
That's right, eat dirt.
Eat the soil soaked with blood and mixed with the residue of meat and bones.
The corpses of gods are mixed in the soil, which retains special powers. These offal that Yang Muyun despises are natural treasures to ordinary beast-headed people. One bite can make them stronger, and two bites can mutate them.
Yang Muyun didn't want to become like that one day, so he had to work harder to become stronger.
No matter how bad the situation is, you still need to have a few more life-saving skills. If you can't fight, just run away.
All people's fears stem from lack of firepower, and Yang Muyun's phobia of lack of firepower is particularly serious.
Yang Muyun reached into his arms and pulled out something, and Yang Muyun's eyes suddenly lit up.
The corpses of the Five Poison Beasts were blasted into pieces, and Yang Muyun did not dare to shovel them up and sacrifice them to his ancestors. But the Lightning Falcon was a complete corpse, even though it had no head and all its bird feathers were gone.
The ancestors may not like to eat bird heads and are too lazy to shed their feathers, so they were very satisfied with a sensible descendant like Yang Muyun and gave him a bird feather in return.
Real bird feathers.
If I must praise this bird feather, it is that the little thing is quite beautiful.
The golden feathers are about three feet long and four fingers wide. The quills of the feathers are hollow, and lines of golden light can be seen on the inner wall, and the wind can be vaguely heard flowing through them.
These lines are closely connected with the barbules on the outside of the quill, outlining an elegant and flexible pattern on the feathers.
"Could it be that just like the mountain and water patterns on bronze vessels, this is also a pattern with strange power?"
Yang Muyun felt that this feather was very similar to a sword, both in length and width, so he pinched the root of the feather and waved it.
As a result, golden light flashed in the room, and a sharp sword energy broke away from the feathers and slashed forward, easily cutting through the thick iron sheet of the Red Bull Suite.
Fortunately, the sword energy cut through iron like mud and broke through the wall. The wall was basically intact, and no scars could be seen even if you lay on it.
But Yang Muyun didn't know that the sword energy was condensed and not scattered, and it struck the wall of Wangzi's suite next door across a hundred steps, and also broke through the wall.
Pansi Daxian, who was about to take off his clothes and go to bed, felt a strong wind blowing over his body, then his spine trembled and he felt a chill all over.
Silver spider silk slid down the skin, all piled up at the ankles.
Pansi Daxian looked at Bai Shengsheng's toes and fell into deep thought.