"Master, I got a lot of medicinal materials through acquaintances." She walked on the mountain road.
Wu Lang went to a shop that made weapons and other materials, but she went to a medicine shop.
"Although I asked the mountain spirits to collect herbs, there are few medicinal materials for Juezi Tang in our mountain range, so I went to get some. There should be no shortage in the short term, and there is no need to go down the mountain again."
She kept mumbling.
It can be seen that after she no longer thinks about everything so complicatedly, she becomes less gloomy and becomes much more cheerful.
Man, it's better to keep it simple.
With a pure mind and a pure heart, it is easy to understand and practice.
She kept talking, mostly to herself.
"And those mountain elves, after they rise, can collect more elixirs for me, and even go deep into the mountains to kill some low-level monsters. This will give me access to the high-level medicinal materials I need for my own physical training."
"In two days, I am going to go to that mountain peak in the southwest. I heard from the mountain elf tribe that there are big monsters there, much stronger than them..."
Wu Lang was just listening.
When we returned to the mountain, the night was already dark, so Xu Xinying said goodbye to her master.
She returned to the wooden house she built, kept the lights on in the middle of the night, and happily started making medicine, preparing to have another big fight on the road to sterilization.
"It's almost midnight and she's still not sleeping."
Wu Lang laughed dumbly, not wanting to dampen her passionate efforts.
He directly sealed the entrance of the cave with a warning formation, then boiled some water to drink, got some dry food to eat, and went to sleep.
That night, he slept very peacefully.
Early the next morning.
Um!
Wu Lang groaned and stretched slowly.
My mind was clear and all the pressure in my body felt relieved. I rubbed my eyes and heard the shouting outside.
Aha!
Aha!!
The sun was just shining when Wu Lang walked out of the door and saw his second disciple, Xu Xinying, exercising vigorously.
"People have good and evil qualities!"
"Fistes are cruel and benevolent!"
"Human rights are the fist of benevolence!"
She growled.
"Violence means violence!"
She shouted slogans crazily:
"I have a pair of benevolent fists, walking the path of invincibility and killing unjust people!"
Rumble~~
At this time, Xu Xinying was running with a rope tied to a heavy boulder three meters in diameter.
"I want to become the most powerful person in the world and establish a kingdom where human rights govern the world!!"
Smoke and dust billowed.
She was running circles around the track, already on her third lap.
After these few months, the entire mountainside has been transformed into a large mountain courtyard with the hard work of Xu Xinying, with various training venues, martial arts fields, waterfall training, and wooden piles, shouting slogans all day long.
Practice.
Physical cultivation is different from that of normal monks.
In this world, not everyone has the perseverance to be a "sports student". In the spiritual world, there is also a saying that one is poor in literature and rich in martial arts. "Literary cultivation" naturally refers to the use of magic.
A normal monk in "literary cultivation" only needs one cave, but physical cultivation requires various equipment and venues.
1. It’s hard and tiring.
2. Even more ordinary monks need several times of spiritual resources and elixirs to temper their bodies.
This is why physical training is not popular.
"That's outrageous. She has already reached the sixth level of Qi training." Wu Lang smiled. She has only been practicing for four months, which is quite fast.
After all, you are willing to endure hardship and be cruel to yourself!
This kind of person's progress in cultivation is not fast, who is fast?
Wu Lang just glanced at her and returned to sit in the cave.
He took out a small storage ring that belonged to the family of demonic monks from Yunming City who had been robbed yesterday afternoon.
Storage rings are very rare for ordinary monks in the foundation building stage.
Their ancestor who established the Dzogchen Perfection actually had one, and most monks would not take advantage of others before they die.
But this ring was not destroyed either. It was destroyed by both jade and stone. It was this old man who sent it to me while calling me dear.
Wow.
The contents of the storage ring are poured out.
Various instruments and equipment are piled up like mountains.
Wu Lang squatted down and sorted them one by one like a courier. He basically just glanced at the names and stopped looking at some secret books and sorcery.
It's all rubbish.
After sorting out the various medicinal materials, magic weapons, and resources, he slowly exhaled, "Sure enough, he robbed people's houses and became rich in a wave."
"There are seven spiritual weapons in the foundation building stage. It is worthy of the local family heritage that has been accumulated for a long time... Before my Qi refining stage, I basically didn't have to worry and could practice on the mountain with peace of mind."
And the disciple’s Qi refining period?
I can't support her.
Her medicinal materials pile up like mountains every month.
Let her instruct the mountain spirits to collect them. The medicinal materials for physical training in the Qi refining period are similar to those of warriors in the mortal world, and they can definitely win by using the amount.
"I felt comfortable immediately."
He sorted the things and put them on the wooden shelves happily. He also used various vases that he had stolen from the ring to hang pictures and decorate the cave.
The more he watched, the more comfortable he became, and his whole mood became much happier.
This is a departure from the original cave-top man.
"This is the monk's cave, okay!"
He felt secretly happy and looked at the spiritual weapons again, "They are of no use to me. These spiritual weapons can be dismantled and used to make formations for me."
"The only regret is that we didn't get their true spiritual destiny." Wu Lang shook his head.
He basically killed all of them directly.
Their souls are gone and they are not even allowed to enter the underworld, so how can they strip away their destiny and reincarnate?
But how could he go to see Po Meng for them?
Expose yourself!
Now is not the time to reveal his "demon" to Po Meng. His magical weapon is unprecedented and his system is mature. She knows there is something wrong with her as soon as she sees it.
Just like Higanbana technology, the crazy weakened version will not be discovered.
As for this doll, there is really no way to explain it!
"In the future, if you don't need this trump card, don't use it. You won't be able to send it to the underworld, you won't be able to drop equipment, and you will lose blood!" He secretly summed up his experience.
At the same time, Wu Lang was also feeling quite uncomfortable.
He directly made the opponent's soul fly to pieces, and he really killed the person.
Crushing souls and true spirits is something that can only be accomplished by those in the Nascent Soul stage who are involved in the profound realm of the soul.
And Wu Lang did it with the help of the "Small Six Paths of Reincarnation". Just during the Qi refining period, it can make people's souls fly away.
"But even Xing Hanhan next door is a 'good person' who has never killed a chicken, but I am much worse than her and actually kill people. How can this be okay?"
He reviewed it secretly.
But if he encounters this kind of situation next time, he will dare to kill him next time.
...
There is no time to practice.
Time flies by.
This time I went down the mountain to purchase supplies, and then began to practice with great concentration. Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and I gained a lot.
But on this day, I felt the ground shaking slightly.
It felt like the whole earth was about to collapse.
"A magnitude four earthquake was felt."
Wu Lang was practicing, walked out of the cave, looked down from the mountain, and looked into the distance.
Wow~~
All I saw was the mighty black tide, carrying tiny flying beasts in the sky, slowly approaching.
The vast and magnificent scene surged and roared like a tsunami, spreading towards this side.
"Master!" Xu Xinying said, with an anxious look on her face.
"It's a demonic disaster, a large-scale demonic disaster is coming." Wu Lang looked from a distance, and that terrible disaster in history was finally about to happen.
