The houses at Yi Zhe River Holy Land are built against the mountains and are made of local materials.
There are stone houses and stone caves.
This kind of structure is not special, most of the palaces in the Holy Land of Xeroschuan are also built like this.
But compared to the palace where King Jin Chan lived, the cave in front of him was undoubtedly much cruder.
Lying on the stone slab of this cave, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would be prone to back pain the next day.
But no matter how simple it is, it is better than lying outside.
In the Yi Zhe River Holy Land, because different media are needed to practice incantations, the entire holy mountain is filled with all kinds of strange things.
The flying insects Zhang Xuezhou needs are nothing. Snakes, insects, rats, and ants can be seen everywhere in the holy mountain, as well as all kinds of soil, stones, wood, etc. that emit weird smells.
These things cannot be touched carelessly, nor can they be beaten randomly when encountering snakes, insects, rats, or ants, otherwise a certain mage will be killed accidentally. It is not surprising that a Taoist carefully bred these things and signed a contract to sell them with their lives.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was a bit bad outside, so he thought that a stone cave that could be closed would be a good place.
He found the highest stone slab and lay down on it.
"He has obviously sensed my snake head curse, but he doesn't have any fear of me!"
In the cave, Taoist boy Wuchao had a strange look on his face.
The Snake Head Curse is the spell that he is currently majoring in. When he reaches a certain level of practice, he can turn all his hair into poisonous snakes.
Whenever his hair touches an opponent, it will turn into a venomous snake and bite the opponent with just a thought.
The snake head curse can be used to attack the opponent, including but not limited to mixing the hair into the opponent's food. After the opponent's food is mixed into the abdomen, it turns into a venomous snake and bites through the opponent's internal organs.
There are also people who mix their hair into other people's clothes and other places. If the other person is not careful, they will be bitten by the venomous snakes turned into hair.
The power of this spell is not top-notch, but it is difficult to defend against. It ranks in the middle of the pack among spells.
The flaw of the Snake Head Curse is also obvious. The medium of this spell is one's own hair, which makes it difficult for Wuchao to hide his spell.
Whenever they see him, some of his fellow disciples would rather take a detour rather than come into contact with Wuchao, lest they accidentally get a hair that does not belong to them.
Even if Wuchao abides by the rules, hair can easily fall off on its own. It would not be surprising if it falls on them. If Wuchao performs a curse, they may be bitten by a venomous snake accidentally.
It was the first time that Wu Chao saw someone who clearly sensed his spell and had no defense or fear.
Listening to Zhang Xuezhou's extremely even breathing, he knew very well that the other person must have really fallen asleep.
"If I could have one more friend, the boring days would be much more interesting!"
Wu Chao looked at Zhang Xuezhou who was sleeping.
Most practitioners need to move forward alone, but he is still young and it is difficult to endure the pain of loneliness.
The Yi Zhe River Holy Land is the paradise that many slaves dream of, but after living in this dark mountain for a long time, people's temperaments can easily become surly and moody.
Wu Chao didn't want to become that kind of person, nor did he want to be like his uncles and uncles who seemed normal but were actually withdrawn and irritable.
Not to mention that he needs one more caring friend, but with one more person to talk to, Wu Chao feels that his life will be much brighter.
An ordinary slave would be fine, even a member of the slave royal family would be hard-pressed to attract Wu Chao's favor.
But Wuchao saw Master Hongyi receiving the gift, and knew very well that this was the person he had chosen, and there was a 90% chance that he would become his junior brother.
As for the other 10% chance of failure, someone needs to give a heavier gift, or Zhang Xuezhou has no talent for cultivation at all.
Wuchao thinks the possibility of the latter is very low.
He grabbed his fluffy hair, and many hair strands were caught in his hands, and turned into an incomprehensible number of tiny poisonous snakes that all neighed.
Wuchao placed the poisonous snakes on the ground, and the bodies of the many tiny poisonous snakes immediately grew in size and began to spread out and swim around, constantly touching every part of the cave.
"It's just hair. If I don't want to hurt anyone, it's just a hair!"
Wu Chao murmured a curse, and he pointed at the poisonous snake roaring towards Zhang Xuezhou's body. The poisonous snake suddenly turned into jet-black hair, and then flew back to his head.
Cultivation requires not only talent, but also diligence.
Wuchao continued to cast spells, deepening his spell.
Only by constantly moving forward, can he, the number one among the younger generation in Yijihe Holy Land, challenge the young and middle-aged generation, and then challenge the older generation, and finally...
In Wuchao's heart, he has an unreachable dream.
But he will move forward step by step.
This is a goal that will still fail after a lifetime of hard work, but what if, what if he succeeds.
The dream is out of reach, but as long as he doesn't go crazy, Wu Chao feels that he will never forget his original intention, nor will he change it.
"Zhao Luo Duomi..."
Wuchao murmured in his mouth, and the orifices in his body continued to open, and the huge mana continued to be subdivided, and then poured into the top of his head.
This made the huge swarm of venomous snakes wandering around even more excited, and the hair he pulled back on his head swayed crazily.
Some tiny scales appear on the body of the venomous snake, making the black and bright color of the venomous snake a bit more profound.
"Nineteenth realm!"
It wasn't until late at night that Wuchao, who was refining his spells, felt slightly satisfied.
In his body, huge mana continued to flow, tightly entwining a black orb as black as ink.
This is the great achievement of the true spirit. As long as he takes one more step, he can make the true spirit perfect and reach the realm of consciousness creation.
The realm of consciousness creation is the level of mid-level monks, but this is actually a level that many monks can achieve in their lifetime.
Only those who have cultivated the realm of consciousness and have good spells can come out of the Holy Land of Yi Zhe River and have the ability to walk freely alone.
"Ugin slept so well!"
After practicing, Wuchao looked at Zhang Xuezhou again.
With the dim light of the oil lamp, Wu Chao's expression showed a bit of envy.
He envied people who could sleep peacefully.
Such people rarely have all kinds of things hidden in their hearts and can sleep peacefully without worrying about trivial matters.
And like him, Wuchao didn't know how many days and nights he spent tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He stared at Zhang Xuezhou blankly. After almost a quarter of an hour, Wu Chao felt that his head was also in chaos, and he lay on the side and fell into a deep sleep.
This took him half the time to fall asleep compared to before.
“Multiple people are really good!”
The last thought came to mind, and Wuchao's eyes were closed.
When he opened his eyes again, the door of the cave had been pushed open, and a ray of sunlight shone at the door of the cave.
At the door, Zhang Xuezhou was sweeping around with a stick.
"Everyone, we don't offend the river. If I don't hit you, don't bite me either!"
Those surrounding Zhang Xuezhou were not people, but a group of dark scorpions arranged in rows.
These scorpions surrounded the entrance of the cave and shook their tails behind them.
Obviously, as long as you get closer, these scorpions will launch an active attack.
"Wutiao, your scorpion control technique relies too much on the species of poisonous scorpions. If you haven't found the best scorpions, how can you defeat my snake head curse!"
Wuchao glanced attentively and knew very clearly who was setting up this formation.
He spoke quietly.
Wuchao never needs to look back at the opponents he has defeated.
His opponent is moving forward, but he is moving faster, and once he gets behind him, the opponent is at an almost desperate distance.
"Wuchao, your Snake Head Curse only has some sneak attacks. No matter how bad my scorpion control skills are, I can still handle a head-on confrontation. If I launch an attack at this time, you have some chance of resisting, and I am now
I have entered the consciousness-creation realm, and my cultivation realm can surpass you!"
"I really have no chance of resisting you right now!"
"and you……"
"But I can kill you before you kill me!"
Wuchao responded quietly.
He looked at the dark scorpion that quickly flew into the cave, and a small hair on its head had already flown out along with the magic power.
"You'd better sting me!"
In just a few seconds, the scorpions had jumped to the place where he lay sleeping, but these poisonous insects that had been showing their teeth and claws before did not dare to make any move.
When Wuchao urged, voices begging for life could already be heard outside the cave entrance.