The empty valley is quiet, the people are extinct, the mountain breeze is slow, and the air is fresh. The surrounding mountains are like four screens, hugging the valley in the middle. Bursts of aura fluttered with the wind, like hundreds of rivers entering the sea to gather here, and the aura in the valley was so thick that it was almost viscous.

The colorful aura is ever-changing, sometimes like a ribbon, sometimes like flowing water, sometimes like a waterfall, stretching endlessly. Such a large amount of spiritual energy swirled and rolled in the valley, like a huge colorful vortex. And the center of the whirlpool is at the foot of Ximen Jing, next to the lying cow boulder. This scene can only be seen by spiritual people, and it is natural that mortals cannot see this scene with the naked eye.

When he was at the top of the mountain, Ximen Jing discovered this place, which was an excellent cultivation treasure land. As for why the surrounding aura converges here, he can't explain it clearly, he can only guess that it is due to geographical reasons, the valley is surrounded by mountain peaks, and it is reasonable for the aura to converge to a low place.

Although it is a valley, because it is located on the main peak of Liumang Mountain, the altitude is much higher than the tallest building in Cloud City. For every kilometer of elevation, the temperature drops by six degrees Celsius, and it is winter, and although the wind does not blow in the valley, it is also bitterly cold.

The area of the Lying Cow Stone is huge, and it is no problem to accommodate a table of mahjong on it. Ximen Jing swept the snow from the stone and sat down cross-legged.

He took out a straight knife, a bone needle box, and a locust wood statue from his bosom and placed them in front of him. The main purpose of today, in addition to setting a place for future cultivation, is to serve these people.

At the moment, Xue Nianci is still in the recovery period, the sword spirit sleeps like a dead pig, and those bone attachment needles need pure aura purification. In a word, they are all hungry and thirsty for aura.

Ximen Jing closed his eyes and exhaled a few breaths of spiritual energy, and then the thumbs of both hands were interlaced with the other four fingers, pinched a spiritual handprint, and shot out two spiritual qi into the straight knife and the statue respectively.

As the aura entered, the two things trembled slightly. Ximen Jingling's eyes saw that the spirit body in the knife and the statue moved in the blink of an eye, and began to greedily devour the spiritual energy. Xue Nianci was okay, but he was worried about the sword spirit. Since the night battle on the island has not moved until now, it can take the initiative to absorb the aura at this moment, and Ximen Jing's hanging heart is also put back into the cavity, at least there is no need to instill a little bit of aura into it like feeding a child.

Putting them aside, Ximen Jing put on a pair of rubber gloves and picked up the bone needle box. These poisonous fangs are so poisonous and domineering that Ximen Jing doesn't dare to grasp them directly with his hands even if he has spiritual power to protect his body.

Those bone needles lay quietly in the stainless steel box, and when the lid of the box was just opened, a faint black gas floated up, which was the poisonous gas emitted from the fangs, and the poisonous plants and trees were killed by touching it. Ximen Jing hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and with a flick of his wrist, dozens of bone attachment needles rose into the air.

Ximen Jing threw away the needle box, and his hands made a spiritual handprint one after another, and a stream of spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips, entangling the bone needle like a ribbon. Looking at those bone attachment needles again, as if they were suspended in the air by invisible silk threads, they were suspended and stopped in mid-air.

What Ximen Jing wants to refine is the Meridian Question Needle, and the first thing to do is to use the aura to wash away the impurities in the snake's teeth. The so-called impurities include poison and those that are dead silver, because the Meridian Heart Needle purely attacks the enemy's spirit body with spiritual power, so other things are completely cumbersome and useless, but it affects the fusion of the spirit body and the spiritual energy in the needle.

In a moment, as Ximen Jing repeatedly played the spiritual handprint, more than a dozen bone attachment needles that had spiritual fetuses began to absorb spiritual energy independently, and the toxicity in them also drifted outward. And those bone attachment needles that did not have a spirit fetus were still like pimples of wood, and there was no movement.

It takes an extremely long time for an artifact to produce a spirit fetus and transform into a spirit body with wisdom. Ximen Jing knew that he couldn't come in a hurry, so he had to put those wooden lumps in front of him and let them create them by themselves.

The snake venom that floated out, Ximen Jing didn't dare to let them disperse with the wind like this, first, for fear of polluting this blessed land, and secondly, these snake venom were also a waste of natural treasures. Ximen Jing took out a small glass bottle and used the aura to collect all the snake venom.

At this time, the rich aura makes those spirit fetuses in the needles cheerful, and they are giggling and laughing like a group of children, which is a sign of the gradual birth of spiritual intelligence. These bone attachment needles containing spirit fetus were originally made of the venomous fangs of the eye emperor snake, which were many times stronger than those wood bumps, so they could secretly form a spirit fetus so quickly.

Ximen Jing finished the last handprint, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after finishing his busy work, it was finally time for them to cultivate. The thirteen bone attachment needles lost their aura traction and slowly fell on the Lying Niu Stone. If Ximen Jing's Dao Lines were higher, he could completely control them to float in the air all the time, and the effect would be much better, but now he also needed to cultivate, so he had to retreat to the next best.

A rich aura hovered at his side, as if it was inexhaustible. The Ximen Grand Official breathed for a while, and entered the realm of forgetting things and me, opening up 36,000 pores on his body, absorbing them to his heart's content, and in a moment he felt that there was a bulging phenomenon in the meridians, and then the Xuanfu also reached the limit.

The surrounding aura is too sufficient, and Ximen Jing is afraid that if he continues to absorb it like this, he will get drunk again. Gradual is the right way, so much aura is not grabbed by anyone, and you can't become a fat man in one bite. He hurriedly stopped absorbing, calmed down, and began to refine the aura he had just inhaled.

At this moment, Ximen Jing heard footsteps from far and near. At first, he thought it was Wu Cong who walked over, but when he heard carefully, this person's footsteps were completely different from Wu Cong's. If in the past, Ximen Jing would never have been able to hear the difference in footsteps, but now it is not what it used to be, since he was well-informed, the subtle differences in the sounds around him could not escape his ears.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, usually inaccessible, could it be that the enemy is attacking? Ximen Jing was startled and hurriedly opened his eyes.

There were only two lines of footprints on the snow, which were left by him and Wu Cong, and there was no one else. Who is stepping on the snow and coming? Ximen Jing's nerves tensed instantly, holding a straight knife in his hand, and he followed the sound to look at the place where he came.

The footsteps drew closer, and a moment later, an old man stepped out of the woods.

This man was dressed in a green training uniform, and his figure was as tall as a half-cut iron tower. He walked out of the woods and walked straight to Ximen Jing.

As he walked in, Ximen Jing saw the appearance of this person clearly, full of white hair, who looked at least sixty years old, with a big face and plates, eyes with eyes, no beard under the chin, and vigorous gait.

This figure is simply a fight with Wu Cong, Ximen Jing wondered in his heart, who is he? The master of the Dixian Gate, or the helper invited by Wang Xiaogang? No matter who he is, he appeared alone in the deep mountains, and his purpose is self-evident, he came with me! Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come!

ps: Today's new book period is here, and the sister paper is gloriously off the list, but don't stop our tickets!