Yuan Huang held his breath and was calm, although he was in pain, he still struggled to sit up, and the whole person leaned under the stone statue of the three snake people. At this time, Yuan Huang concentrated on observing again, but found some unusual strangeness about this stone statue. He had no arms on his body! His arms were cut off by a sword, and there were only two faces.

And the stones of these three snake people are not the same, although the overall feeling is no different from ordinary stones, but if you look closely, you will find that the stone materials used by these three snake people are more than one. The exterior of the statue is mostly like ordinary stone, with impurities precipitated. However, the place where his broken arm is gorgeous, it is a kind of hedron that looks very valuable, and it can be seen that the material inside the stone statue is completely different.

It's as if the outside is just the skin, and the inside is flesh and blood!

Yuan Huang wanted to stand up and take a closer look, but he fell down heavily, obviously his body was indeed empty.

Yuan Huang didn't move, he sat honestly, and let the whole person go. He took out a bottle of Returning Liquid from the Space Jade Talisman. Yuan Huang did not hesitate to pour the Guiyuan liquid into himself. Be prepared to stabilize your injuries first.

However, as soon as this Guiyuan liquid was in his stomach, Yuan Huang instantly panicked, and he felt a "mild" spiritual power "rampage" in his body! That's right, the spiritual power of the originally gentle Guiyuan liquid could be easily transformed, but now this spiritual power seemed to be an ownerless thing! Crazy sprinting in Yuan Huang's body, constantly washing every corner. Not only did he not have any treatment for Yuan Huang, but it made him feel that his breath was gradually chaotic and irritable.

"Alas. Yuan Huang sighed, and finally stopped resisting hard, it was in vain anyway. However, in half an hour, Yuan Huang felt that the spiritual power of the Guiyuan liquid in his body gradually collapsed. Yuan Huang let out a long breath.

He could only watch this soft and precious spiritual power dissipate, and Yuan Huang suddenly felt a lot sad in his heart. Indeed, after the spiritual root withered, he couldn't even simply guide this kind of spiritual power!

Yuan Huang didn't give up yet, lowered his head, and looked at the simple and vicissitudes of the beast skin book "Tattoo Root". Yuan Huang Huang opened the animal skin scroll, and the eight vigorous characters of "Innate Root, Replace It" at the beginning shocked the spirit of Yuan Huang!

"Maybe, there's still hope!?"

Yuan Huang inevitably did not have such a thought in his heart, only when he had really lost his spiritual power did he know how eager he was to get it again.

Yuan Huang skipped the beginning he had read before, and directly turned to the first page of the text of this beast skin scroll——— "Tattoo Root Channel"!

"The root of the tattoo, that is, the spiritual root is engraved in the bones, blood and qi veins, one in nine places, all over the Zhoutian, as a ......"

After reading it, Yuan Huang suddenly felt that his heart was set off by a stormy wave, and he admired the creator of the root, the predecessor named "Ze", and threw himself to the ground!

"Tattoo Root" can spread its own carved spiritual roots all over the body, connecting them into one, and a kind of tattooed spiritual root needs to be spread all over the body in nine places. If you can connect successfully, you will have a new spiritual root!

A spiritual root of your own creation!

How incredible is that?

There are four different kinds of carved spiritual roots recorded on this ancient scroll, which are earth, wind, water, and fire! These four spiritual roots represent four different elements. All you need is one of them and you're done!

Yuan Huang can endure it, and the itchy heart center is unbearable, and he will start to carve the spiritual root, and look towards the next steps. This look is like a basin of cold water, which completely extinguishes Yuanhuang's enthusiasm and hope!

"Refining knives!"

This is the first step in the rooting, and it is also the most difficult step!

"With the intention of condensing the knife, gathering qi as the blade, injecting painstaking efforts, the spirit is revealed, the pattern knife is made, cutting itself, all thoughts are eliminated, in order to be in the root of the tattoo, you can also kill the enemy. ”

"Whoever can do it, there is no one in ten thousand, I am the only one in this life, and the only one who comes after can be achieved with a strong heart!"

At this point, this part of the scroll has ended, and the rest of the content is to explain in detail the root tattooing methods of the four different elemental spiritual powers! But the premise of all this is - refining the pattern knife!

The last two pages are glued together, and no matter how much Yuan Huang separates, it will not help.

"The pattern knife can be made, which can be seen later. A line of small print is written in the lower right corner of the last page. Apparently the contents of the last page were deliberately hidden.

What a bullshit knife!

Yuan Huang was bitter in his heart, how could it be? How could a person condense a knife out of thin air without relying on spiritual power?

Yuan Huang gradually emptied his body, and according to the guidance on the ancient scroll of "Tattoo Root", he constantly condensed the essence and spirit of his whole body, concentrated all his energy, and constructed a "knife" in his body, a knife that could carve spiritual roots.

About an hour passed. Yuan Huang opened his eyes and laughed helplessly. I have been working hard to condense the breath for this hour, but nothing has been produced. According to the saying "Spirit", it is necessary to produce breath, but now I can't even let out a fart.

However, Yuan Huang did not give up, at least it proved that someone had done it, anyway, it would not hurt him to cultivate like this, and he kept the mantra in his heart carefully.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Dao Jiu, who fell to the ground, kept coughing, Yuan Huang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly crawled over. Although the condensing knife just now failed, Yuan Huang's own injuries were somewhat stabilized.

Yuan Huang looked at the knife nine, and instantly felt a chill in his heart. This Daojiu's face was as white as gold paper, and his brows were twisted into a ball, and he was in pain.

Yuan Huang touched his forehead again, and it was hot. Yuan Huang didn't dare to wait any longer, and immediately took out a bottle of Guiyuan liquid and gave it to Dao Jiu.

After a while, I saw that Dao Jiu's complexion softened slightly, but there were still blood stains oozing from his chest.

Yuan Huang took out the herbs to stop bleeding from the jade talisman he bought and stirred them with the porridge in the broken clay pot, and used thatch to burn the fire bigger.

About half an hour later, Yuan Huang took out the porridge, which could no longer be called porridge at all, just a mass of paste mixed with herbs. Yuan Huang waited for the paste to cool down and tore open Dao Jiu's wound, and Dao Jiu frowned in pain with this action.

Seeing that the wound had all penetrated the front and back, Yuan Huang was also terrified when he saw it. Yuan Huang carefully spread the paste evenly. Then the strip of cloth is bandaged again. After everything was completed, Yuan Huang slowly fell to the ground weakly.

With only one hand, it took all the best effort to do it all.

After resting for a while, Yuan Huang saw that Dao Jiu's complexion improved, but he still didn't wake up, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart, and only hoped that Yan Daochang would come back soon.

Yuan Huang saw that the medicine had an effect on Dao Jiu, so he also applied the paste on the broken arm, and then wrapped a strip of cloth around it and bandaged it. Yuan Huang did not remove the original cloth strip, but only let the medicine gradually penetrate it.

After that, Yuan Huang endured the remaining medicinal porridge and drank another half bowl, although it was disgusting, it was better than nothing.

Then Yuan Huang continued to concentrate, condensing his breath according to the method on the ancient scroll, waiting for He Daochang's return.

For three hours, there was no progress in refining the sword, and He Daochang did not appear.

Four hours.

No.

Six hours.

No.

A day later, the sun's rays shone through the broken temple door, and the uneasiness in Yuan Huang's heart became more and more intense.

The porridge has been drunk, and He Daochang has not come back yet. Yuan Huang finally couldn't help but walk to the door and look at Zai.

However, this hope was undoubtedly a huge shock to Yuan Huang, and he saw this scene that he will never forget.

It was a vast desolate Gobi Desert, as far as the eye could see, and the blazing waves of air were coming towards Yuanhuang one after another. In the vast desert Gobi, behind Yuan Huang is such a strange and out of place temple, other than that, there is no human atmosphere here.

There can't be any villages and towns at all! How could a sloppy Taoist priest go to buy medicine and come back.

Yuan Huang sat on the threshold of the temple with a buttocks, his heart like ashes.

At this moment, Yuan Huang's trust in people finally collapsed completely......