"Wang Ba is waiting for Lao Tzu, one day, my leg will be broken for you. ”

Both hands clenched into fists, nails dug deep into the flesh and a little blood flowed out, Wu Ming clenched his teeth and gurgled, Wang Ba's words lingered in Wu Ming's mind over and over again, making Wu Ming tremble.

"Quenching the body...... Hehe...... Strength, if you don't have strength, you can't even protect your closest people!" his hands were clasped tightly, and a self-deprecating and sad voice on the young man's face slowly echoed on the mountain.

A few sparse white clouds dotted the blue sky, and there were bursts of eagles chirping from the mountain peaks in the distance.

The breeze is blowing and the leaves are rustling.

On the back mountain, the young man sat cross-legged on the stone, and his little face calmly looked at the green and steep mountains opposite, which was the deep mountain of Chaoyun.

I don't know how long it took for a long time, Wu Ming's eyes slowly focused.

"Now if you want to become stronger, the only thing you have is the memory in your mind and this bracelet. ”

Wu Ming looked at the black bracelet carved with strange patterns on his wrist and muttered.

According to the memory in Wu Ming's mind, this black bracelet contains the inheritance of killing the Heaven Demon, and what Wu Ming has to do now is to obtain that inheritance.

Exhaled, Wu Ming closed his eyes, and the Yuan Soul detected that little by little he entered the black bracelet.

Suddenly, the picture turned, and Wu Ming's Yuan Soul entered a mysterious room, which was not spacious, and a few flickering bamboo lamps were lit at the four corners to illuminate the dark room.

Standing in this room, Wu Ming felt that his soul had a hint of condensation.

"This house can really nourish the soul. Wu Ming swept around and said softly.

In the middle of the room was a simple wooden table, dusty, apparently long aside, and a quaint scroll.

Wu Ming walked over, picked up one of the scrolls, and gently blew the dust on it.

"The empty screen is like a stream, and the nine rings of the bright movement shake the body! The empty Ming boxing, the intermediate mortal true art, the hand-to-hand combat boxing method, the fist progressive, and then if the dragon swims, the nine layers of the sound are comparable to the advanced ......"

Wu Ming pursed his lips, his eyes lit up, intermediate-level mortals, but also suitable for his own cultivation, his eyes looked at it fiery, Wu Ming's palm turned, and the power of the Yuan Soul wrapped the scroll, and suddenly a large amount of information poured into Wu Ming's sea of knowledge.

Thinking back to the Kongming Fist, Wu Ming showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then his eyes turned to look at the scroll next to him.

"Yin Wind Palm, low-grade mortal ......"

"Stone legs, low-grade mortal ......"

......

After that, they were all low-level mortals, and Wu Ming was not ambiguous about this, and accepted them all.

"Huh, this is?" Scanning the scrolls on the table, Wu Ming found that there was a black and quaint book hidden next to the table.

Wu Ming bent down to pick it up, and when his hand touched the black book, Yuan Soul faintly felt a sense of anxiety.

With the help of the trance candlelight, when he saw the above introduction, the corners of Wu Ming's mouth opened.

"Dark Thunder Decision, Intermediate Spiritual Skill Technique?"

Tut, Wu Ming looked at the black book in front of him with some surprise, he didn't expect it to be a precious exercise, and it was also a spiritual exercise, a spiritual true technique, far beyond the reach of ordinary products.

However, this spiritual exercise, with Wu Ming's current strength, is not yet able to cultivate.

Wu Ming also shook his head with a wry smile, there are good things but they can't enjoy them, which feels very uncomfortable.

However, this thing can't be lost here, so Wu Ming is not in a hurry, and it is not too late to learn it when his strength is reached.

Blink an eye at the scroll on the table, Wu Ming smiled slightly, the things here are almost all cleaned up by him, thinking about those true techniques, Wu Ming felt excited.

Directly in front of the room, there is a stone door engraved with gold lines, and if you look closely, you will find that the lines on it are exactly the same as those on the black bracelet.

According to the memories of the Heaven Slayer Demon, there is another room hidden behind this door, and there are seven rooms in this mysterious black bracelet, and even the Heaven Slayer Demon has only been to the fifth house.

Walking up, Wu Ming's eyes stared curiously at the stone gate in front of him, the strange lines on it were twisting and turning, as if they were depicting some pattern, but he didn't see a few breaths, Wu Ming's soul became slightly faint.

Wu Ming couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly retreated to stop looking at the stone gate.

"Do you need to use the power of the Yuan Soul to open this door?" Wu Ming rubbed his forehead, he thought that he could cultivate his true qi, but it seemed that if he wanted to enter the next layer, he would need to cultivate the Yuan Soul.

However, what distressed Wu Ming was that in his memory, there was no record related to the cultivation of the Yuan Soul at all, and it was impossible for him to cultivate the Yuan Soul on his own, which also gave him a little headache.

Wu Ming sneered helplessly, the things in this room had not been learned yet, so he went to think about the next room, but he was a little careless.

After scanning the room and not missing anything, Wu Ming exited the room.

"Now that the true art is available, it's time to find medicinal herbs next......"

Slowly opening his eyes, a smile hung on the corner of Wu Ming's mouth, pursed his lips, and said to himself, then got up, looked at the surrounding peaks, and walked away.

Approaching the height of summer, the breeze on the top of the mountain is gentle, but it is a little cool.

......

Wu Ming entered the Chaoyun deep mountain with a familiar car, and came to the mountainside, a strange aroma also came to his face, and the place where he came was where Xianglingmu was.

In Wu Ming's memory, the winding and powerful tree in front of him was Xianglingmu, but in the memory of Killing the Heavenly Demon, the small tree in front of him was not Xianglingmu, but called the ambergris fruit tree.

Whenever the dragon encounters a dangerous and majestic terrain, the dragon will stop here, and the ambergris left during the stay is the dragon's saliva, which will give birth to this ambergris fruit tree after hundreds of thousands of years.

Dragon, the length of the scale insect, the supreme of all beasts, the creation of heaven and earth, even if it is its ambergris, its value should not be underestimated.

The strange aroma of the ambergris tree attracts the herbs from the surrounding mountains, which are absorbed as nutrients every time the fruit spreads.

Moreover, this ambergris fruit tree is a quenching treasure, with roots, stems, branches and leaves, all having the effect of quenching and forging the body, which is the most suitable for Wu Ming.

"Now the herbs are also available. ”

Wu Ming walked to the side of the boulder and looked at the dragon-like tree in front of him with fiery eyes.

"Huh? This is ...... Ambergris?"

Wu Ming stretched out his hand and carefully picked a few branches and leaves, just behind the branches and leaves of the ambergris tree, Wu Ming saw a red thing, if he didn't look at it closely, Wu Ming might not have noticed it, gently brushed aside the branches and leaves, when he saw the red fruit, Wu Ming was stunned, and then exclaimed.

The ambergris fruit is the fruit of the ambergris fruit tree, and it is also its essence, the effect of quenching and forging the body, washing the essence and cutting the marrow is more than ten times stronger than its branches and leaves, which makes Wu Ming not excited.

Rubbing his hands, Wu Ming resisted his excitement and carefully picked the ambergris fruit.

Looking at this red ambergris fruit, Wu Ming had an indescribable feeling, the color of the fruit was red, half the size of an adult's palm, its surface was slightly patterned, and the pattern was peculiar like a coiling dragon, surrounding the fruit, and the appearance was really exquisite.

After taking one more look, Wu Ming put the ambergris fruit into the bracelet, and then picked a few more branches and leaves.

Wu Ming understood the preciousness of the ambergris fruit tree, but he did not remove the ambergris fruit tree entirely, but only removed the fruits and branches, leaving the rhizome, which could still grow.

Although he didn't know that this was an ambergris fruit tree before, Wu Ming knew the importance of Xianglingmu to the village, if the entire ambergris fruit tree was taken away, then what should the villagers do when they went up the mountain to collect medicine? Without the guidance of Xianglingmu, I am afraid that it would be much more difficult for them, and this ambergris fruit tree can be regarded as a favor to Wu Ming, how can Wu Ming destroy it.

Ordinary people all encounter the treasures of heaven and earth, and Wu Ming knows how to keep its roots, and it is rare and valuable to know how to repay kindness.

"Squeak. ”

Wu Ming patted the bracelet with a smile, and was about to turn around to leave when he heard a squeaky cry.

"Hey, little monkey, why are you here?" Seeing the golden monkey hanging on the branch, Wu Ming sighed lightly, pursed his mouth, and chuckled.

Thinking about it carefully, it was because this monkey stole his medicine and led him into the cave that Wu Ming would get this black bracelet, although he was almost taken away by the Yuan Soul inside, but Wu Ming was also blessed by misfortune, and he had to thank this monkey for it.

The monkey scratched its head, squeaked, jumped from the tree, and landed right in Wu Ming's arms, holding Wu Ming with its long monkey arms, living like a child.

"Do you want to go home with me?" Wu Ming also smiled helplessly when he saw this, and asked softly.

As if he understood, the monkey nodded, hugging Wu Ming tightly like a long-lost relative.

Wu Ming was slightly stunned, smiled and touched the monkey's head.