He saw that the centipede's body actually melted after it died. The red grass around it squirmed strangely, and soon it seemed to be absorbed, melting the centipede's body and disappearing in front of Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at this scene, and was frightened, but he did not feel any danger within the ten feet. On the contrary, he felt a warm and comfortable feeling all over his body here. Even in his feeling, it seemed that these ten feet completely belonged to him.
I am average.
This feeling was hard to explain, but it made Su Ming feel very safe.
While pondering, he sat down cross-legged and his eyes fell on the unconscious Hefeng. Although this person was also on the grass, there was no sign of melting.
"Could it be that we can only melt dead things?" Su Ming touched his chin, and the figure of the masked man appeared in his mind.
"The mask he is wearing is exactly the same as the mask in Zefeng's bag, but I always feel that there are some differences between the two... Hefeng once said
, the ancestors of the Hanshan tribe are not barbarians, and their origins are mysterious. These two items were found on He Feng. Could it be that... the man wearing the mask is the ancestor of He Feng?" Su Ming thought for a while, and had no clue about this matter.
Then he gradually stopped thinking, and instead sat here calmly, taking out the Shan Ling Powder, swallowing it, and silently increasing the power of Qi and blood in his body.
Time passed gradually, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past three months, Su Ming felt four vibrations from the outside world. This was obviously caused by Xuan Lun's suspicion and he launched a search. However, these four times were all concentrated in the first two months. In the last month, the outside world was quiet.
In the past three months, Su Ming may have had something to do with the crisis of Xuan Lun. His cultivation speed has also increased a lot. Now, the number of blood lines in his body has reached 291, which is far from coagulation.
The eighth level required three hundred and ninety-nine, just over a hundred points short of it.
But at this time, Su Ming also discovered a drawback of Shanling Powder. After he had swallowed it for a long time, the effect of this powder was gradually weakening. It seemed that it would not be long before it would have no effect anymore.
Although Su Ming was helpless about this matter, he could understand it. Otherwise, if he kept swallowing it, as long as there was enough time, wouldn't it be possible to increase the blood lines in various ways?
"Judging from the reduced efficacy of Shanling Powder, it should be that after I reach the eighth level of coagulation, this medicine will be completely ineffective." Su Ming sat within ten feet of red grass in the cave, feeling
The circulation of blood lines in the body, muttering to himself.
"Fortunately, the effect of Nansei San is still there, and it can be used to heal injuries... As for cultivation, without Shanlingsan, I, Su Ming, can't cultivate!" Su Ming looked determined.
"I still have two drops of wild blood... In addition, there is also the art of overlapping blood and fire!" Thinking of overlapping blood and fire, Su Ming took a deep breath. The practice of this art is extremely difficult, and the process is painful, making it unbearable.
.
"The power brought by the fourth overburn that year was all used to induce the appearance of Moon Wings, and my bloodline did not increase... As for the fifth overburn, I must be cautious in this land of the Southern Morning now.
There are many powerful people around, and if they are discovered, they may be in trouble." Su Ming raised his head and looked at the entrance of the cave, his expression becoming colder.
"Xuan Lun, I don't know if you have already left, or if you are really patient and waiting outside this rain forest. No matter you are here or not, I will simply stay here."
Su Ming stood up and walked to He Feng. In the past three months, He Feng had always been in a coma. Even if he showed signs of waking up, Su Ming would wake up almost every few months.
Tiandu will disrupt the energy and blood in his body, attracting a large amount of miasma to permeate Hefeng's body, allowing him to continuously absorb it. As a result, Hefeng's injuries will never recover, but Su Ming still heals his injuries, so that
He will not die.
There are no wounds visible on his body now, but within his body, the herbs Su Ming planted have been nourished by elixir, wind, blood and flesh, taking root, sprouting, and growing vigorously in his body.
On the two bones next to He Feng, one black and one white, there are also two young shoots appearing, making the white bones meet the requirements for planting grass.
"There are still three herbs and an animal bone left... It's a pity that I won't be going out for a short time, but Fang Mu is smart and won't give up easily."
After taking care of the cauldron of Duolingsan, Su Ming sat cross-legged again, made a strange gesture with his right hand in front of his body, and pushed it forward several times. In the end, he was still disappointed.
"Is it true that I really want to wake up Ze Feng and ask him how to use this branding technique?" In the past three months, Su Ming tried this technique many times. He had completely mastered it, but he was still unable to use it.
This technique cannot activate Qi and blood. It seems that what is needed is another kind of power, but Su Ming does not have it. For this reason, he went out of his way to observe the circulation of Qi and blood in Hefeng's body, trying to find out the reason, but he did not find out the reason.
Find out some clues about He Feng.
Like He Feng, only the power of Qi and blood exists in his body.
"How did he perform this technique..." Su Ming thought for a long time, but had no clue, so he could only put it down and immerse himself in taking Yishan Lingsan.
The rainy season has passed, and although the scorching heat is still there, it has gradually weakened a lot. As time passes, the broad leaves in the forest, densely packed one by one, sometimes fall.
Unknowingly, another three months have passed, and Su Ming has been stranded in this rain forest for half a year. During these six months, he must circulate the energy and blood in his body all the time. Only in this way can he avoid the invasion of miasma.
He also discovered the advantage of doing this, that is, the qi and blood in the body increased much faster than the outside. In half a year, the buds on the two bones, one black and one white, had become little ones.
The grass, with its tender green color, emits a dazzling light, but as they grow, the two bones become completely dim, as if all the essence has been sucked away by the two small grasses.
As for He Yi, he has completely become a medicinal cauldron. His body is covered with medicinal herbs. These medicinal herbs broke through his skin a few months ago, like being planted on the ground and pushing away the soil. In He Feng
It is growing vigorously on the body.
Ze Feng's body was already withered, but now it looks even more obvious.
He had been in a coma for half a year, and even if he was awake, his consciousness was already blurry. What's more, Su Ming would not give him a chance to wake up. The miasma invasion and healing that occurred every few days turned He Feng into a living dead.
Su Ming had also hidden away, but he thought of Ze Feng's insidiousness and the scenes half a year ago. If he had not entered that strange fragmented space at the critical moment, I am afraid that Su Ming would be extremely miserable even if he did not die.
Su Ming's heart slowly hardened. In his eyes, Hefeng was no longer a person, he was a medicine cauldron.
And what's more important is that Su Ming slowly discovered that if he forcibly entered that strange space without preparing enough medicinal stones to open the next door, there would be a repulsive force. In the past six months, he felt that this method might be the way to avoid the crisis.
He tried several times, but only succeeded once. The repelling force was very strong, and as the blood lines in his body increased, it became more and more difficult to get up.
In the past three months, the blood lines in his body have also increased to 337. The effect of Shanling Powder has been weakened a lot. It is often necessary to swallow several pills to reach the level of one pill in the past.
function.
Fortunately, Su Ming now has enough medicinal herbs, tempered with his own fire, and there is no shortage of medicinal stones in this cave.
In the past six months, Su Ming went out from time to time, attracting some insect beasts nearby, killing people on the red grass within ten feet, and then letting the grass absorb them.
The reason for doing this is not only that Su Ming wants to see what changes will occur if this grassland absorbs dead objects to the limit, but also another reason is that every few months, the scope of this ten-foot grassland will shrink, and other
The color on the body is also dim, but after absorbing the dead objects, it will recover.
Sometimes, some insect beasts would even come here on their own, apparently not realizing that this place was already occupied by Su Ming, but coming here to rest according to their past habits.
Apart from these, Su Ming spent the rest of the time on the branding technique, constantly trying and finding ways to use it. Until this day, when Su Ming had been thinking about it for half a year and still had no clue, he thought of
A method.
He thought that there were a large number of stone coins in Hefeng's bag, especially the stone box where the leaves for the Kaichen Sacrifice were stored, which itself was made by refining many white stone coins.
He was still quite suspicious at the time, guessing that the side stone coins might not be [Baidu Qiu Mo Bar Quick Hand Beat, Ergen Book Fan Official yy: 3943] just for buying and selling, but had other uses. After thinking about it at this moment, a light came into his mind.
A flash.
"Could it be that He Feng needs external help to perform this branding technique..." Su Ming took out a purple bag and took out a white stone coin. The object was round and round, and it felt slightly warm when held in his hand.
, Su Ming didn’t pay much attention to it before, but now after careful observation, he gradually saw the difference of this stone coin.
"This kind of stone can be circulated throughout the barbarian tribe. I have never even heard of the existence of fakes. It must have its secrets that ordinary people don't know... I ignored this before..." Su Ming's eyes flashed and he held the stone.
Finally, he made a weird gesture with his right hand very skillfully, and according to the method he had practiced hundreds of times, he gently pushed it forward.
Under this pile, Su Ming's consciousness suddenly changed. He clearly felt that an unfamiliar air flow was sucked into his body from the white stone coins, and it followed a different route from the flow of air and blood.
Ben ran his right hand, followed the fingers pinched out by his right hand, and after turning there, it immediately grew several times in size, and then violently retracted, this time it went straight to his head. Su Ming had no time to stop, and there was a roar in his mind.
With a sound, this unfamiliar air rushed into my mind.
His eyes flashed, and he saw a world different from what he had seen before.
Everything within a radius of one hundred feet emerged in Su Ming's mind. He saw a centipede quietly swimming past under the mud more than ninety feet away.
He saw a palm-sized flying insect hidden under the broad leaves fifty feet away. It was baring its sharp teeth and staring at a small beast that was walking cautiously under the tree.
He even saw Zefeng, who was unconscious and covered with medicinal herbs in the cave. In his head, there was a group of faint light quietly absorbing the medicinal power of the medicinal herbs planted at the roots of his body, which seemed to strengthen the ghost.
A trace of light spread from the center of his eyebrows to the outside of the cave.
After being seen by Su Ming, the dim light immediately trembled violently, faintly in Su Ming's ears, and he heard a cry of panic.
"Well?" Su Ming's eyes narrowed. At this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and a crisis suddenly emerged. This crisis did not come from the breeze, but from the edge of the hundred feet that spread out in his heart, a man wearing white clothes.