The area of the cave is very large, and the top is inlaid with moonstones, which makes the light in the cave soft and comfortable.

In addition, the cave is fully equipped, all stone supplies, stone tables, stone benches, everything is available.

Jiang Feng circled around the cave twice, the first one, a general understanding of the whole cave, and the second, can you find something to eat, I am really hungry.

However, after the turn, I was greatly disappointed.

The cave has been abandoned for many years, and a thick layer of dust has fallen from the ground.

The kitchen does have it, but unfortunately there is nothing in it.

After two more circles, I couldn't find any food, and I was even more depressed, and there was no way out!

It's so disappointing, just getting rid of hopelessness and helplessness, and now falling into confusion again.

There is a practice room in the cave, the area is really not small, there is a hole above to communicate with the outside, and the air is unusually fresh.

However, in the middle of the practice room, there was an old man in a robe meditating cross-legged.

This person has been sitting for a long time, but he still maintains the sound and smile when he was seated.

From a distance, the old man was still practicing, and he couldn't tell that he had fallen for many years.

Not far from the old man, there was an incense burner, and there was an incense burner that had not burned out, and there was still more than an inch long and inserted there.

Jiang Feng touched it lightly with his hand, and just came into contact with the incense.

"Poof"

It immediately turned into powder and fell into the incense burner.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Turning his head and looking at the old man again, it seemed a little unreal.

Curiously, he waved his sleeve at the old man, bringing a strong wind.

"Poof"

The old man was like a huge bubble, blown by this strong wind, and immediately burst into pieces, falling to the ground with powder.

I don't know why he's still holding on to this, but he can't withstand even a strong wind.

Dust to dust, the old man finally turned to dust.

Born in heaven and earth, after death will merge into heaven and earth.

This is the life of a person.

Jiang Feng obviously didn't expect to make such a big move, when even though his knees were weak and he knelt down to the ashes of the old man.

"I'm sorry, old man, I didn't mean to...... Sorry ......"

Jiang Feng kowtowed reverently to make up for the mistake just now.

However, just as Jiang Feng's third head hit the ground, and before he could raise his head, suddenly, he saw a flame suddenly jumping out of the middle of the old man's ashes that had turned into powder.

It is said to be a flame, but in fact, the size is only the same as the light of a candle, and the flame is sky blue.

With a ghostly jump, it swept up a series of flame tails, even if the speed soared to the extreme, it would not affect its appearance in the slightest!

When Jiang Feng's head slowly raised, the flames flew right in front of him.

"Poof"

Unbelievable, the flame aimed at Jiang Feng's eyebrows and plunged into it.

"Oops!"

Jiang Feng's head only felt an indescribable burning sensation, swept over.

In an instant, his whole head seemed to be roasted in a fire, and the taste was so painful that it was better to die.

The next thing was even worse, not only did the head seem to be planted in a fire, but from head to toe, the burning sensation went down the head all the way and quickly spread all over the body.

Zhou's body was like being buried in a fire, and he was miserable.

Jiang Feng's toughness was relatively good, but he only lasted for a few seconds, and finally he couldn't bear it, his neck stiffened, and he passed out.

And at this time, when I look at him again, he is hot inside and cold outside, and his internal organs are hot, but there is no change on the surface.

At the same time, after a period of unbridled destruction, the flame gradually cooled down and found a place to make it its own territory.

Hara.

The small azure flame absorbed the aura of Jiang Feng's meridians all over his body, almost absorbing the aura of his whole body.

It's as if you've eaten and drunk enough, yawned, and the little flame went out on its own.

Eventually, it turned into a dark golden seed.

......

That night it rained very heavily, and then, as if pouring down from the sky, it poured down.

Lightning and thunder, lightning and thunderbolts one after another, shook the sky.

As the sky gets brighter, the rain stops.

Wu Zhaocai had a ghost in his heart, and with two guards in the palace, he hurried to the back mountain.

If the light rain was nothing, he was worried that the heavy rain would damage the river breeze.

What to do if you die, it's hard to explain if the matter is revealed.

But when Wu Zhaocai led people to the tree hole, he leaned down and looked inside, and was immediately stunned.

What about people?

Can't you run away?

Impossible, if Jiang Feng escaped, with his personality and temper, he would block the door of the Wu Mansion in the early morning to find his own trouble.

There was a puddle of water under the tree hole, and Wu Zhaocai wondered if he had drowned.

ordered the guards to go down to see, but there was no one down the rope to the end.

Wu Zhaocai was completely confused.

However, he warned the guards, "Don't tell anyone what happened between me and Jiang Feng!"

"The subordinates remembered. ”

......

I don't know how long it took for Jiang Feng to wake up again.

Consciousness gradually became clear, and the good news was that he did not feel hungry. There was also bad news, he felt that the aura in his body was drained, and he was exhausted.

The real bad news comes from itself.

Looking inwardly at his dantian, Jiang Feng was completely psychologically broken by the dark golden seed that suddenly appeared in the dantian.

Recalling that the flames entered the body, and the burning self was worse than death, Jiang Feng's heart sank to the bottom.

Fortunately, this extra seed seems harmless to humans and animals, and stays there quietly, as if it has entered a dormant state.

Jiang Feng calmed down, thought about it, and felt that for today's plan, it was most important to recover his physical strength first.

He didn't dare to cultivate in the old man's practice room, so he found a more suitable place instead. Just at the edge of the cave, there is still a space, a dome structure, and the area is open.

The key is that the environment here is good, there is a dark spring flowing down.

Water is fundamental to survival, and the kitchen next door speaks for itself.

The spring water flows down the rock wall, and you can hear the pleasant sound of the water, and there is a small pool on the ground, and the water surface is always in a state of non-profit and loss.

Jiang Feng naturally didn't have the heart to study the situation of the small pool, so he chose a good place, meditated cross-legged, calmed down, and began to enter the cultivation.

In this aura-filled world of Dou Ling, everyone can cultivate.

It's just that the level of cultivation is very different, and of course, with enough aura, you can control your own spiritual things more calmly.

This kind of spiritual creature is born to everyone, that is, it is brought from the mother's womb.

What you bring is what you bring.

For example, some people are machine spirits, maybe a shovel, a broom, a stone, a wooden stick, etc., this kind of machine spirit is the lowest level of machine spirit.

The function is single, and the effect will not be very good.

After becoming an adult, you have your own instrument, such as a shovel. Running spiritual power, driving spiritual power, and then working with a shovel is double, several, or even more than ten times stronger than others.

But it is conceivable that the spirit with a shovel is too limited, and if you change to work with a head, you obviously can't do anything.

In the same way, the machine spirit with a broom is similar, sweeping the ground or something is twice the result with half the effort, but the work without the broom is not effective.

However, ordinary people can only have one kind of instrument spirit in their lifetime, which is brought from the mother's womb, and what is born can only be what it is. When the machine spirit awakens, it cannot be changed whether it is good or bad.