Maybe it's because he is on the top of a high mountain, Yao Lao rarely thinks about his feet, ten thousand mountains, who can make a hole and enter the medicine garden? Yao Lao's fixed thinking gave Zhen Cheng an opportunity.

The reason why the strong embankment collapses is sometimes because of carelessness and contempt for a few small ants.

Yao Lao and Qianyu Xue alchemist, Wu Lei, Zhao Yang, Wu Yaozu and others swallowed the pill under Zhen Cheng's arrangement, and in the early hours of the morning, Han Yong took a group of brothers and entered the medicine garden almost swaggeringly, and quickly disappeared into the dark passage.

Yao Lao's nose is very sensitive, and if Han Yong and the others hide in Zhen Cheng's stone cave, they may be discovered. There is not much space in the dark passage, but there will be no problem in putting down a dozen or twenty people.

The ventilation holes, Zhen Cheng quietly left, Han Yong and the others just need to hide in the hole and sleep, and wait for the dawn to do it!

After Wu Lei and the others finished swallowing the pill, Zhen Cheng explained it, and then went back to the cave to pack up their things!

In order to avoid causing human lives, Zhen Cheng gave Wu Yaozu and others a large number of fake Gu Yuan Dan! And told the three of them that in the short term, they could only eat a maximum of four Guyuan Dan at a time.

According to Zhen Cheng's calculations, there should be no problem with such a way of eating. If a year later, the three of them all reached the third layer of the foundation building period, then even if they ate four real Guyuan Pills at a time, they would not be able to die.

Back in the stone cave, Zhen Cheng sat silently, and after looking around, he couldn't help but smile dumbly. I thought that I should clean up after leaving tomorrow, but after careful consideration, except for the things that I couldn't take away, the rest of the things were of little value.

Wu Xin is still in a stone cave with Ernimazi, and the warm and soft big bed is what Zhen Cheng wants to take away the most. It's time to go to the Himalayas, and the days of eating and sleeping out have begun again.

Zhen Cheng really wanted to sleep beautifully, but thinking that Han Yong and the others were going to steal the pill tomorrow morning, Zhen Cheng was still unsure.

In the secret passage, Han Yong and the others were already ready, and going in at this time to tell them would only increase the tension of the brothers.

"That's it, let's cultivate!" The mood is a little messy, and at this time, it is not a good thing to let the black corpse machine spirit torture and experience the taste of pain.

For more than half a month, as long as Zhen Cheng had the idea of looking for abuse, the Black Death Machine Spirit would not hesitate to torture Zhen Cheng and help Zhen Cheng exercise his senses.

After a ghost crying wolf, Zhen Cheng communicated with the Black Death Weapon Spirit in the Mud Pill Palace.

"The milky white gas in my mud pill palace is no longer visible, so you don't need to guard yourself like jade!" Not being able to do that kind of love between men and women is not an easy thing to do. Sometimes, indulging in indulgence can make you feel more relaxed and less stressful.

"If you want to die, you can try!" The old voice of the Black Death Weapon Spirit sounded coldly, without the slightest intention of dissuasion or explanation.

"Can't you just talk normally?" was tortured enough by the black corpse weapon spirit that Zhen Cheng became soft even when he spoke.

The Black Death Weapon Spirit stood lonely in the air like a sword, arrogant, and didn't even speak. For Zhen Cheng, the Black Death Weapon Spirit had nothing to say.

There are many ways to exercise divine sense, but those who dare to use Zhen Cheng's way to exercise, in the memory of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, it seems that only his own master back then can do it.

One after another black qi swords were swung, Zhen Cheng was able to endure it, and as time went by, the time that Zhen Cheng could endure slowly increased. This made it difficult for the Black Death Weapon Spirit to understand, and if Zhen Cheng had a good root, it would be easy to understand. The evil thing is that Zhen Cheng is a miscellaneous spirit root disciple, so how can he endure such pain as his soul?

The way to exercise the soul is actually similar to a person who has a wound on the back of his hand that is about to scar. Whenever the wound is scarred, the scarred part is torn open, and so on, the scarred place becomes extremely sensitive.

The soul is the sensitive wound, and the faster you react and the more pain you can bear, the stronger your soul power will be.

From the beginning of face-to-face with Zhen Cheng, Zhen Cheng received more than a month of divine sense training piecemeal. The pain like being bitten by a rat, Zhen Cheng has slowly adapted to it.

"How can I get my lower dantian back to normal?" For cultivation, Zhen Cheng is a layman. Except for knowing that swallowing the pill can improve his cultivation, Zhen Cheng can't even use his true qi when he fights.

The Black Death Weapon Spirit could be silent and not speak, but Zhen Cheng couldn't. I'm going to go to the Himalayas to train at dawn, and I have to bring Wu Xin and others, with the strength of the fourth layer of my foundation building period, it is difficult to take care of myself, how can I protect my women and apprentices when the time comes?

"It's a chance!"

"What chance?" There was a chance to repair the lower dantian, Zhen Cheng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked.

"Since it's a chance, how do I know what the Dao is?" The voice of the Black Death Machine Spirit was a little annoyed, and he rebuked mercilessly.

"——" Zhen Cheng wanted to scold his mother very much, but he had to hold back when he thought about asking for help.

"As soon as the morning dawns, I will follow the people of Jindanmen to the Himalayas, do you have any good suggestions?" In the memory of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, there was a treasure that Zhen Cheng wanted, Zhen Cheng took out a posture of eagerness, endured it, and patiently continued to ask.

"If you don't want to die, don't go!" The advice is simple, so simple that it makes Zhen Cheng crazy.

"Damn!" Zhen Cheng felt that the Black Death Weapon Spirit must have been a sword in his previous life, but it was definitely not a sword, but a lowly one. "Can't you talk normally?"

"I'm not human! I've been normal! ”

Zhen Cheng's eyes widened, and he was furious. I wanted to scold a few words happily, and then leave angrily, but for the sake of his woman and apprentice, Zhen Cheng still held back.

"Teach me a little bit of life-saving kung fu!" begging for someone in his mud pill palace, Zhen Cheng doesn't have to worry about being seen by others. Regardless of whether the Black Death Weapon Spirit agrees or is humiliated, he has nothing to lose.

Although there is a nuclear-powered plane to sit backing, that thing is too big! In the primeval forest, it is entirely possible that he has no chance to ask for help, and he has been bitten by a fierce beast and cut his throat.

If you want to live a long life, the best way to save your life is to have your own ability.

"Stupid!" Not only did the voice of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, but in a trance, Zhen Cheng felt that he saw a pair of old and deep eyes.

Zhen Cheng was stunned! Ever since the appearance of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, all Zhen Cheng could see was the black smoke-like body of the Black Death Weapon Spirit. But Zhen Cheng can be sure that he really saw it just now, an old face full of wrinkles, and a pair of deep eyes like a black hole of time.

"Just - just - that was your eyes?" Zhen Cheng came back to his senses, his thinking was a little short-circuited, and he began to stutter when he spoke.

"Humph!" The Black Death Weapon Spirit snorted arrogantly and scolded disdainfully, "From the perspective of the cultivation realm, you are the best of the waste materials!" It's ridiculous that a person like you would dare to go to the Himalayas, where even the great powers of the Cultivators dare not rush to! ”

"Is that an exaggeration?" As a top student of Hanqian University of Technology, Zhen Cheng can't stand the ridicule of others' expressions and voices. Are you ignorant?

"Exaggerated? Ha Lu Ha - "The laughter of the Black Dead Machine Spirit is almost like the cry of a baby, very harsh. "When you get to the Himalayas, you know the way! There are not only fierce beasts there, but also many cultivation sects! With your strength, it is estimated that when you get there, you won't even be able to kill a wolf! ”

"Old man, you're talking about antiquity!" Zhen Cheng felt that it was necessary for him to remind the black dead, and he couldn't let this old thing be too self-righteous.

"Antiquity? - "Zhen Cheng's reminder worked, and the black corpse spirit suddenly lost its voice like a tape recorder that had been powered off.

"According to you, it's 10,000 years now! I can tell you for sure that the earth is not as terrifying as it used to be! You've been with me for so long, don't you know that the world outside the road has changed? ”

The Black Death Weapon is his most handy weapon, and the Black Death Weapon Spirit has long woken up! Zhen Cheng believed that the changes in the outer world of the Black Death Weapon Gnostic Dao were just indulging in his own world and could not extricate himself.

"Maybe!" After a long silence, the Black Dead Machine Spirit had a great difficulty admitting his mistake. "10,000 years is not a long time, I don't believe that those guys in the Himalayas will be completely extinct!"

"We don't have to argue about this question! Anyway, it won't be long before we're there! By the time we get there, you'll know everything! ”

"Do you really want to go?"

"I don't want to go, but someone tells me to go, can I refuse? If you have the ability to kill the ancestor of the Jindan Sect, then I won't go! ”

"A few Jindan Ancestors, it's really nothing! Pity! What a pity! The Black Corpse Spirit's words were full of disdain, but when it came to the future, he kept lamenting pity. It's a pity for what, the black corpse spirit didn't say anything, and Zhen Cheng was obedient and didn't bother to ask.

"Tell me quickly, what is there to save your life! It's almost dawn, I don't have time to delay! In the next few days, I will stay with the two Jindan Ancestors, and when the time comes, I won't have time to communicate with you, lest you find out behind their backs! ”

"What about being discovered? Can they make my soul fly? ”

"Can't! No! You're amazing, okay? Like a child who couldn't bear to fail, his words were full of anger, and Zhen Cheng hurriedly complimented him.

"You can give it a try, Soul Attack Method!" The Black Death Weapon said angrily.

"How do you try?" Zhen Cheng was overjoyed, and was careful of the wild beating of his liver.

"Stare at your eyes and think slowly!" The Black Dead Artifact Spirit spoke, and turned to leave.

"Glaring? Thinking slowly? I rely on your uncle! "Zhen Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and scolded!" What about attacks? I'm going to attack! Zhen Cheng wailed loudly, but unfortunately, the Black Death Weapon Spirit disappeared without a sound!

PS: There are still a small number of vacancies in the incense powder veteran group, and the master will not set up a second group, only this one, there is no semicolon, and those who like teenagers should add it as soon as possible! The incense powder veterans 250071822! At the end of the month, if there are flowers, throw them away, the master is very tired and tired, and needs passion!