The previous battle with Dong Shuye made him feel powerless. Faced with the crushing force of the high-level monks, it was difficult for the low-level monks to survive.
But if he had had a defensive spiritual weapon at that time, he might not have been so miserable. The guardian spirit pattern was easy to use, but it consumed too much spiritual energy.
This little bell spiritual weapon is undoubtedly a good defensive spiritual weapon, so Lu Ye wanted to take it as his own, but after he got the little bell, he tried to activate its power. Unfortunately, this thing is difficult to accept from outside.
Spiritual power, when Lu Ye urged the spiritual power to pour into it, he was obviously repelled by some force.
It feels like opening a storage bag that doesn't belong to you.
So Lu Ye guessed whether this thing also had a prohibition lock.
He didn't dare to continue trying blindly, because when he was in Qingyun Mountain before, he tried to open a storage bag, but the restriction was triggered, and the storage bag was completely destroyed.
It would be a pity if a low-level monk's storage bag was destroyed, but it would be a huge loss if this small bell spiritual weapon was destroyed.
The old monk glanced at Lu Ye with a strange expression, reached out and took the small bell, inspected it briefly, and then handed it back.
Lu Ye looked at him in confusion.
The old monk picked up the teapot on the side and took a sip, then said slowly and calmly: "You are a casual cultivator, right?"
How can this be seen?
Following his words, he continued: "Yes."
The old monk nodded: "It's not easy to practice casual cultivation, but for the sake of your cheerfulness, I will teach you a good lesson." He pointed to the small bell spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand, "The spiritual weapon and the storage bag are different
Yes, every restriction in the spiritual weapon is extremely important. It is related to the quality of the spiritual weapon. Therefore, under normal circumstances, there will be no restrictions in the spiritual weapon that cause self-destruction, because that will reduce the power of the spiritual weapon itself, especially
When the quality of the spiritual weapon is not high, although your spiritual weapon has not yet reached the middle grade, it is still the top of the low-grade spiritual weapon. The restrictions in it are basically protective in nature, so you understand."
Lu Ye understood his words carefully and vaguely reacted: "Sir, what you mean is that this spiritual weapon does not have a prohibition lock?"
The old monk laughed and said: "The so-called restraint lock is just a name. The restraint itself is an invisible lock. However, if some restraints are not unlocked in a clever way, they will cause some unpredictable consequences, such as fragmentation, self-immolation, etc.
, but most restrictions do not have this characteristic. For example, this spiritual weapon in your hand, you only need to use your own spiritual power to slowly soak into those restrictions and moisten them, and you will naturally make it work like an arm. You can't use it now.
, because this spiritual weapon retains traces left by its previous owner."
Lu Ye was stunned, and then realized that he had made a mistake.
After he got the little bell weapon, he gave up after trying it briefly, mainly because he was afraid of making the same mistake again, but now it seems that he gave up too early.
This spiritual weapon originally belonged to the young master of the Nine Star Sect. The young master used his own spiritual power to nourish it. The various restrictions inside left traces of him, so Lu Ye naturally couldn't activate it.
But if he erases those traces and nourishes it with his own spiritual power, he can make this thing his own.
If the restriction inside the spiritual weapon is compared to a lock, then the spiritual power of the monk is the key. When the young master of the Jiuxing Sect died and the key was lost, Lu Ye used his own spiritual power to give the spiritual weapon a new key.
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suddenly see the light……
"Thank you sir." Lu Ye stood up and thanked him.
The old monk just waved his hand, picked up the tea and drank it slowly.
After walking out of the Tianji Merchant Alliance, Lu Ye took the young master's storage bag and checked it. He rummaged through it and found more than 30 spirit-accumulating pills, more than 20 spirit stones, and several bottles of pills. Lu Ye couldn't recognize it, and even more
There are some messy things, such as women’s clothes...
Those clothes were extremely thin and cool, and the materials were sparse. Lu Ye could only sigh with emotion, this young master really knows how to play.
What you get is not much, but it’s not a loss either.
Now he has more than 350 spirit-accumulating pills. Unfortunately, only the last six largest pieces of Yuanci Mine are left. Lu Ye can't help but feel a little melancholy. He originally thought that these Yuanci Mines would be enough for him to reach Lingxi.
At the ninth level, it seems that I really think too much right now.
After walking through several chaotic streets, we came to the corner of Fangshi.
The screams immediately reached his ears. Lu Ye looked over and saw a simple tent set up there. There were several beds in the tent. On one of the beds, the burly Kong Niu was holding down a struggling man.
The male cultivator, Hua Ci, was wearing a scarf on his head, and his hands were beating the male cultivator's abdomen at a dizzying speed. Every time he slapped his palm, the man screamed, and occasionally there would be a bloody arrow coming from the wound in the abdomen.
When Biao Fei flew out, the blood was not the normal bright red, but a bit black.
It seems like this guy was poisoned...
This is Hua Ci's designated treatment center in Liusufang. Many seriously injured monks from the Haotian League will come to her for treatment. Business is obviously good today, because there are several disabled people lying on beds there waiting for treatment.
, each of them looks miserable, and they don’t know what happened to them.
Every time the male cultivator who was being treated screamed, he would shout: "Mother..."
Hua Ci's medical skills are undoubtedly superb, but it is undeniable that this woman's treatment methods are a bit rough. Lu Ye once again confirmed that she is the kind of woman who speaks the gentlest words and uses the most vicious hands.
And listening to the male cultivator's screams, Lu Ye couldn't help but think of Hua Ci's previous joke about the medical cultivator. It seemed that she was not talking nonsense, someone really called her mother.
"I told you not to move, not to move!" Kong Niu pressed the guy hard to prevent him from breaking away.
The male cultivator cried with tears and runny nose, and shouted: "Kill me, kill me!" The scream was so horrifying that uninformed people might think that something inhumane was being done here.
of torture.
After a while, Hua Ci stopped her hand. She caught sight of Lu Ye, who was standing aside and watching the excitement, and said politely: "That one over there, come and help."
Lu Ye pointed at himself.
"Yes, it's you!" Hua Ci wiped the blood on his hand with a piece of cotton cloth.
Lu Ye stepped forward helplessly, while Hua Ci picked up a bowl of green concoction and gestured to the side: "Feed him."
Lu Ye took the concoction, and many bad memories immediately appeared in his heart. He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, and walked step by step towards the monk who was being treated.
Kong Niu was still pressing down on the male cultivator at this moment. He saw Lu Ye walking towards him step by step. For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely bad and struggled even more fiercely: "Let me go, let me go!"
Lu Ye stepped forward and stood in front of the man, smiling harmlessly: "Brother, it's time for you to take medicine..."
"I don't want it!" The male cultivator's sense of crisis became stronger and his head shook from side to side.
Lu Ye winked at Kong Niu, and Kong Niu immediately pinched the man's mouth. Lu Ye picked up the big bowl and poured it into it.
