Hou Zi looked at this land from a distance and felt no guilt in his heart. He let him stay here, but the result would be the same.
The level of the Earth Spirit Pearl is a bit too high for them.
Therefore, he did not necessarily come here to find the Earth Spirit Bead this time. If the bead was still on Xiao Yiren's forehead, even if he was as cold and hard as he was, it would be difficult for him to face the child calmly.
He only needs to get into the ground and feel the power of earth here. From a distance, he only needs to take his own share, come quietly and leave quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone.
He has no right to disturb the peaceful lives of the people here.
He sighed, faded the face of the little winged man in his mind, found a deserted place, lowered his light, and plunged into the soil.
Decades of earth escape skills have allowed him to move freely even under the soil layer. He can quietly feel the surge of earth energy in the ground and follow the feeling to escape under the earth. The fluctuations of the earth spirit beads are very clear. That is him.
It feels very familiar and unmistakable.
As he slowly got closer, he realized that he was not the only one; it was easy to understand. The Earth Spirit Pearl was not a secret here. When the three Chumen and Zhaoneng Temple families publicized and smeared the Wu Wu Tao, they had already put the Earth Spirit Pearl away.
His whereabouts were exposed in front of the entire continent's cultivation world. The idea was that since it was no longer a secret, and since it had become something that everyone could see, it would naturally make those who wanted to take it for their own take advantage of it.
This method is not bad, no one has been able to steal the Earth Spirit Pearl from here for at least ten years.
However, there were many monks who came here to experience the earth spirit beads. Among them, he could even faintly feel the breath of the golden elixir. He just didn't know which kind of immortal it was, so everyone tacitly chose to come down from the soil layer to complete it.
Expand the power of the earth element and feel the rules from the outside world that are different from the Splendid Continent.
A tall and strong young hunter opened the door of his yard and put down his prey, "Mom, I'm back."
Hou Zi slowly approached, and no one was surprised, because there were always new entrants, mostly monks from the Third Realm of Tongtian. They came and went, and that was the situation under the Yiren tribe in the past few years.
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The Five Elements Treasure is not open to everyone, there are too many things that cannot be grasped.
An old woman appeared at the door, with shriveled and drooped wings. Winged people's lifespan is similar to that of humans, but the first thing to age is their wings. Generally, they can no longer flap when they are over fifty, but ordinary labor is still fine.
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Several strong winged men flew past the treetops at low altitude. The powerful wings flapped for a long time, allowing them to maintain gliding at low altitude for a certain period of time. If combined with the terrain and wind direction, an experienced winged man hunter could fly several miles away.
No problem.
One advantage of traveling in the soil is that you don’t have to worry about embarrassing meetings. Visual inspection is meaningless here. It is also impossible for the monks to fight against each other without knowing who the other party is. It will cause public outrage and delay the time.
The more important thing is, so treat each other with respect.
Seeing that her son was unharmed, the old woman finally let go of her worries, which had been tormenting her for half a month.
The beads are here, and everyone has a chance, but what they can get depends entirely on themselves; just like the books are there, some people are illiterate, some people can be tested as scholars, and some people can become great Confucians...
Yuwai is amazing.
Time passed little by little, and soon, the monks underground soon forgot about this new person who joined them. Everyone was busy with their own insights, and then there were new people coming, or some people left sadly.
Grains and meat are both indispensable foods for living things.
He is also one of the guests, looking for the most suitable position for himself, heading towards the area where the earth spirit beads are circulating most strongly.
This is the magic of the earth spirit bead. It instinctively repels monks who are a greater threat to it. If it is an infant ancestor, it cannot even come close to the ten-mile radius. The activity area of the golden elixir is three or five miles away, only Tongtian.
Only minor cultivators in the third realm can get as close as possible to the Earth Spirit Pearl, but they can't get even a mile in. This is the magic of the Earth Spirit Pearl after it starts to operate, and it also indirectly proves that its level is even far above the infant transformation stage.
Resisting this impulse, he stopped at the one-mile circle, which was enough for the time being.
He has approached the circle of one mile, and feels like he can go further? It's not that his realm is lower, but because he once had close contact with the Earth Lingzhu.
The young man smiled and said, "It's okay, it didn't take more than a few days, but Shanzi saw a beautiful white deer, so he chased it a little too far. I won't do it next time."
In this process, through the ubiquitous earth fluctuations under the soil layer, it is like everyone's spiritual consciousness, which can accurately locate their own position and the positions of other monks in the surrounding area. Here, as long as there is no one under the soil layer,
It is hidden and more visible than in the sky.
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Swinging a hoe and sickle and flapping the wings are not the same concept, and they do not exercise the same muscle groups. The result is that the wings of the wingmen who work as farmers are getting more and more degraded, and they may become real humans in a few hundred years. This is also the case for some people.
It is despised by the bloodline winged people.
After finding the position, a yellow mysterious light appeared behind him, slowly blending into the fluctuations of the earth beads, looking for that tacit understanding of resonance, just like what he did in the dark river.
They all carried a variety of prey on their backs, ranging from blue sheep forest deer to pheasants and hares. It looked like another fruitful hunt.
There are also Yi people who insist on tradition and disdain farming. They are the hunters in the tribe and the warriors of the tribe in wartime.
An old voice in the room said, "Kong'er is back. Why did you go so long this time? The mountains are not a good place. If there are few of you, you should not go too far. The nearby mountains are enough for you to hunt. Let's
There are only two people in the family, so it doesn’t take much..."
"There is rice left for you in the pot. Go and eat it while it's hot. Eating meat all day long after being out for half a month is not good for your health."
He could feel that with the Earth Spirit Pearl as the center, there were hundreds of monks surrounding it, far or near; the magical thing was that the higher the realm, the further away, and the lower the realm, the closer to the center.
It's the harvest season again, and the terraces are full of busy wingmen. To be honest, it's a bit weird for humanoids like wingmen to farm, just like a group of large sparrows in the fields. I don't know what they are doing.
Alive, or here to eat?
Several hunters in the village broke up and carried their prey home on their backs. During the harvest season, it would be very advantageous to exchange prey for them. This is also the reason why these hunters have been frequently out in recent times.
Life in the mountains is always full of dangers. It's okay for people like her who don't go out, especially these young hunters. Incidents of beasts destroying the mountains often happen, but young people never care.
She has three children. Her husband passed away early, the eldest child died in infancy, the third child is now the only child, and the second child... When she thinks of the second child, the old woman cannot control the sadness in her heart.
Before the second child died, he cried and held her hand and said that she did not want to be a saint in the next life. If one day a kingfisher flew back to the small courtyard and got close to her, it would mean that she had been free.
Then she asked her mother to bury her back in the ancestral grave at home...
She has been waiting for this day for ten years, but it is still far away.
