Wu Dong left as if he had a heart attack, leaving Hua Lingyuan, who watched him disappear into the archway outside the courtyard, withdraw the corners of his mouth and stand in a daze in the courtyard gate.

Many of the doubts she just said were true, and the more Wu Dong said, the more doubts she had.

First of all, it's a matter of the big guy being a demon. If the big guy is really a demon, then she will never dare to stay here longer. She now knew why the representative of the Jiufang family, who was picked by the Xuanqing Sect, would hesitate about her scum strength. A task of this magnitude is not at all capable of building a foundation.

Imagine that the big devil in the stone hall is out of control at the moment, and she needs to control the Broken Spirit Absolute to stabilize the Great Array, and she needs to knock two Spiritual Pills to stabilize a green lotus for a few seconds!

Wu Dong still wants her to use torture tools? Even if she breaks through the moral bottom line and becomes a prison little cool official, she will not be retaliated by the big guy and freeze her to be old, and she can toss the big guy for a few minutes?!

The reason why the demon is a demon is not only lifeless and immortal, painless and joyless, but also improves its strength very quickly. They are like soul-absorbing monsters hanging in the background, and the aura can be turned into a part of itself directly when it enters, and there is no need to be transformed through exercises and meridians like a monk, so after the demon is completely enchanted, it doesn't take a few years to form a pill, and then condense the Yuan Baby.

According to Wu Dong, the big guys in the stone hall are all old monsters from thousands of years ago, and if they want to suck it to this day, I'm afraid it will already be comparable to the Immortal Emperor level. I used a clamp to clamp a painless Immortal Emperor-level big devil...... I......

Eh, wait! I seem to have finally figured out what I felt awkward in the first place. A demon who doesn't feel pain, and then let me wait for the little jailer below the agility to take the torture instrument to torture...... It doesn't make sense.

What's the use of that? And why do the disciples who bring this place have to be agile? Why is the environment here so poor? Why are there only so few guards in such an important place? And why does such an important task feel so casual?

She really had a lot of thoughts when she stood there, and she just felt that the more she thought about it, the more problems she had, and the more she stood there, the colder it became.

Forget it, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it first, and wait until the trivial things around you are cleaned up, and the most important thing is to live comfortably, which she learned from modern foodies. It doesn't matter where you live, it's important to live well. When you get comfortable, you will slowly figure out the things you don't understand.

Go back to the house and meditate. The aura was moisturized in a circle, holding the green lotus in his hand, moisturizing it together, and soon the sky would be bright again.

She will never go to the stone hall today, and plans to do hygiene obediently, if it weren't for the dust purification trick to make her clothes good, she would not be able to wear this body now.

After pinching it again inside and out, there is finally something to see in this room.

Then she set her eyes on the so-called torture instruments, took them all down from the wooden shelf of the only "furniture" in the house, piled them up in the corner, and then put them in a box, and the lid was out of sight, and isolated from the outside world, reducing the accumulation of dust, in case it was convenient to turn it over.

Of course, this shelf is requisitioned, and it is something taken from the wooden house of Nufeng.

Then she found a set of the oldest and most torn underwear, cut it into strips of rags with Qinglian three times and divided five by two, and brought water from the well, and wiped the barrel from which the well drew water. Wipe the window until the floor is clean before stopping.

And then it was dark again.

Continue to dry the next day. Qinglian played the most important role as a pillar when she was short of resources and things, because it was really super super sharp, and Hua Lingyuan used it to cut grass and bamboo, and she didn't waste any of its role at all.

The grass and trees in the courtyard were dug and cut down, and the bamboo cut outside the courtyard was cut and tied into a big broom, and the soil was swept up again, revealing the floor tiles that had been built together with the stone hall below.

The yard is very large, and she can't use aura here, so she relies purely on physical strength and a belief in living a comfortable life.

By the time the last corner of the stone hall was cleaned up, three days had passed, and she was tired and just wanted to lean against the wall and sleep hard, only the spicy crayfish could wake her up!

"Rest for a while...... "She had a trembling Qinglian in her lower back, muttered to herself, and then really leaned against the courtyard wall and sat down on the spot, and when she looked up, she could see the huge black stone hall, and the hazy darkness in the stone hall because the window hole was large enough.

She remembered that Wu Dong said that this stone hall was built with Hao stone. Haoshi is a particularly magical stone, and its production is extremely low in this land.

Its main characteristic is that it can absorb spiritual energy, and its secondary characteristic is that it can self-evolve into spiritual stones.

Don't think that this is a good stone. Because the aura contained in the spirit stone is slowly generated by infiltrating nature, the aura it provides is also the same as that that can be absorbed by meditation in the surrounding environment, calm and without side effects.

Haoshi is different. First of all, the condition for it to absorb must be an "unnatural" existence, that is to say, it does not absorb the ordinary aura in the surrounding environment, but the aura that has been engraved with attributes and breath after refining.

In this way, this kind of Haoshi also has properties and a special atmosphere. Then it can't be used by people like spirit stones.

After being flooded with a huge amount of unnatural aura, Haoshi will have a very low chance of evolving into an attribute spirit stone. This thing is interesting here, at this time, this kind of spirit stone is the same as ordinary spirit stones, it can be used by people, and because of different attributes, it can also provide specific spiritual energy for monks with the same attributes, and it is directly exempt from the process of meridian refining and absorption, which is called "Hao Ling Stone".

Due to the low production of Haoshi, the consumption of cultivating Haoling Stone is large, and the use conditions of Haoling Stone are relatively harsh, so for many years, only the super invincible forces of each earth can put up those two pieces in case of emergency.

She didn't expect that in the forbidden land of the Jiufang family, there would be such a large stone hall built by Haoshi, and it had absorbed so much aura from the big guy.

She used her feet to pull the freshly swept stone brick floor, which was actually built by Haoshi. But maybe the "influence" of the big guy can only involve the stone hall and the scope of the foundation, the floor tiles of this courtyard are still the original gray and white with yellow and blue floating flowers of Haoshi, and it seems to have nothing to do with the stone hall.

After all these days, she never dared to enter the temple again. One is that she has a natural fear of demons, a species that only exists in legends for her—just like the feeling of an earthling person knowing that there is a real group of zombies at her doorstep. She must have been afraid to hesitate.

The second is the feeling that the big guy gave her at the beginning, except for the visual shock, she will never forget the faint momentum of him standing like that. It was not for a man who had been imprisoned for a thousand years, but as if he was just willing to stand like this.