It took a whole half a year for a pair of masters and apprentices to get off a dragon-headed boat, and they finally returned to the 'Suo Immortal Island' located on the 'Shengyuan River'.

There are four big mountains on the island, named 'Wankong Mountain', 'Fumo Mountain', 'Miaoyin Mountain' and 'Pagoda Mountain', the four mountains are divided into four directions, complimenting a huge Buddha statue with golden light, the Buddha statue sits on the lotus platform, hands folded, ears lobe to the shoulder, eyes are half-open and half-closed, and the smile is kind and gentle.

On top of each mountain there is a large temple, the gate of the temple is facing the Buddha, and the plaques say 'Wankong Temple', 'Fumo Temple', 'Myoyin Temple' and 'Pagoda Temple'.

It is rumored that it is because the monks of the "Fu Demon Temple" are mainly cultivating and killing the valve, and there is less compassion, and it is easy to enter the devil from the Buddha, so they need to face the Buddha, and the Buddha supervises them all the time, which is also the origin of the word "Fu Demon", not only to subdue the "demon" outside, but also to subdue the "demon" in their hearts.

The old monk asked the little monk to go back to the room first, and he went to his uncle's room alone with an empty bowl, and before he knocked on the door, a message came out of the door: "Come in." ”

The old monk gently pushed open the door, the door was dark, when the door was opened, a glimmer of light entered, a middle-aged monk sat cross-legged on the bed in the room, his hands were folded, motionless, except for wearing 'Futian clothes', the inside was the same gray monk's robe as the old monk, but it was relatively clean and tidy, not as dirty and dilapidated as the old monk.

"Uncle Shi. ”

The old monk walked up to the middle-aged monk, and the middle-aged monk answered, although his eyes were closed, he still seemed to be able to see everything in the outside world, and wondered: "You don't want the bowl?"

"Yes. The old monk said respectfully.

"Oh?" the middle-aged monk was a little interested, and opened his eyes to look at his nephew.

The old monk told everything he had encountered in the 'Night Xiao Mountain', and finally even said the words that he had asked him to bring without missing a word, but he never wanted to cause the middle-aged monk's 'haha' laughter.

"You, you, this is provoking honest people. ”

The old monk was puzzled: "What does Uncle Shi mean by this?"

The middle-aged monk restrained his smile, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned, and he smiled: "He should have something to ask the ghost mountain master of 'Yexiao Mountain', and proposed to let you make a move to cause and effect just to achieve his own goal, if I guessed correctly, he will block your attack when you make a move, and at the same time help the ghost block the thunder tribulation, so that the ghost owes him two favors, and then what he asks for will naturally be smooth." ”

"But what he didn't expect was that you actually shot to disperse the Thunder Tribulation, making all his plans come to naught, not only that, but he can't be angry with you because of this, so he can only use such a disgusting trick to disgust you and me, do you know why he sent you a bowl?"

The old monk thought about it and said with a wry smile: "This is because I am afraid that I will not bring that to my uncle." ”

The middle-aged monk smiled and nodded, and then got out of bed, he was in a good mood today, and planned to go out for a walk and bask in the long-lost Buddha light.

When he stepped out of the door, the mountain breeze blew, the robe swelled, and the dust and dirt on his body drifted away, just as the so-called saint is not stained with dust, and at the same time a round of Buddha light appeared behind him, bright but not dazzling, brilliant but not gorgeous, majestic but not rejecting.

On the 'Wangjue Peak', Xu Hui looked at Sima Shuo enviously, because his blood skin at this time reached two inches, and when he officially stepped into the late stage of blood refining, Sima Shuo's whole body was wet, which was already the norm for half a year.

Carrying two 'heavy' characters on his back, it is extremely heavy just to open the bloody skin, and he needs to run wildly until he is exhausted, and then recover quickly with the spring sandalwood fruit, and then continue to run wildly, every day is like this, the test is not the physical strength of the body but the will of Sima Shuo, although Xuhui is envious, but he does not feel that he can persevere.

Compared with Sima Shuo, except for Crane Wushuang, the progress of the other three people is not very satisfied, Ao Xuan has now started the practice of refining the body in addition to learning words, but his personality is lazy and often lazy, which is very different from Sima Shuo and Xuhui's cultivation attitude, and he is reluctant to beat and scold, which further fuels his lazy arrogance.

After half a year of going back and forth, although the speed of travel has accelerated, it is only about two pillars of incense reduced in one trip, which is far from half an hour as expected.

Xuhui is even more miserable, all the friends can eat meat every day The heavy responsibility is on him, at the beginning, for several days in a row, others did not eat a mouthful of meat, although everyone did not say anything, but he felt more uncomfortable, this is exactly what he wanted, with this pressure to promote his progress, half a year of time The accuracy has indeed improved, the best result is to achieve seven consecutive days to shoot ten with only twenty fireballs, but this is far from enough, after all, the speed of pheasants is far from comparable to the demon of the blood refining realm.

Walked up to Sima Shuo, asked him to stretch out a hand, and then ran his fingers across the meat ball in his palm, and a crack appeared on the meat ball, from which black and red blood oozed out.

Sima Shuo's palms ached, and he shrank back, but did not stop it, but wrote a holy text on the ground with a finger stained with a little blood, and then asked Sima Shuo to press it on the ground with the hand that was cut out, and when he raised it again, the holy text on the ground was gone, but attached to the palm of his hand, Xuhui and the others saw that the bloody skin of Sima Shuo's hand began to change, and the fingertips became curved and sharp, like the claws of tigers and leopards, and it looked a little like the claws of Uncle Wolf in 'Wolverine'.

"What is this?"

"Divide the golden claws. ”

Sima Shuo was so excited that he walked to a boulder, and with a wave of his claw, four claw marks one inch deep appeared on the boulder, and then the bloody skin recovered as before, and the holy text attached to his hand disappeared.

"This is just a simplified version of the 'golden claw', and there is only one holy text like the 'heavy' character, so it can also be called the 'claw' character. After speaking, he waved his hand, and the character 'claw' appeared on his hand, but at this time, there were other small holy texts around the word 'claw', and Sima Shuo didn't understand any of them.

"This is the real 'golden claw'. ”

As soon as the words fell, the boulder was divided into six, and the fracture was as smooth and flat as a mirror, Sima Shuo looked at his own and then looked at the escape, and the original little excitement and pride were gone.

"I see. Shadow said suddenly.

"What did you find?" Sima Shuo asked curiously.

"I know why I used the holy art before I could turn into a pill, I couldn't imagine that it was so simple. Ying was a little embarrassed, the creatures in the realm he was in back then were too powerful, and there was no need to deliberately refine the body.

"What principle?" He wants to know more about the principle than learning the holy arts, which is similar to knowing that electricity is power, but not how to produce it, so that you can only use electricity but not have electricity, and he wants to have electricity.

"The principle is very simple, you are now in the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm, and the blood contains spiritual power, so use the blood as a medium to write the holy text, and the holy text will take effect, but the speed is fast, and the aura contained in the blood exposed to the air will volatilize quickly. ”

As soon as Ying finished speaking, Dun also said the same thing, asking Sima Shuo to write with water every day, and then practice with blood when he was finished within three breaths.

Xu Hui looked at the demons present and found that except for Sima Shuo and Yue Ling'er, the other two, including himself, could not use this method, and could only honestly wait for Hua Dan to use the holy arts, which was a little frustrating.

Ao Xuan sneered: "You practice your fireball first, you can't do such a simple thing, and you want to learn something else." ”

"Are you embarrassed to talk about me if you've been lazy all day?" Xuhui sneered.

"It's better to be lazy than you. After speaking, a faint layer of blood mist appeared on his body, which was a sign that he was about to reach the blood refining realm, Ao Xuan raised his head proudly, beaming proudly.

Xuhui turned around and returned to his tree and continued to practice the fireball, the fireball shot out like a cannon, venting the grievances in his heart, it took him and Brother Shuo several years to reach the blood refining realm, but this Ao Xuan only took half a year, and he was the kind of person who was often lazy, it was really a demon who had to die, and he had to throw away the goods!