"Thousands of people leave home and thousands of people return, thousands of miles of migration. ”

"Can the sons and daughters who have left home bring back the fragrance of the distance and decorate the mountains? ”

"Migrating relatives can remember the waiting of their hometown and see through their eyes. ”

"God of Kaba, please protect your people and let them arrive safely!"

"Above the god of Kaba, please forgive your people and let their souls be buried in the Hakka land. ”

"Thousands of people leave home and thousands of people return, thousands of miles of migration. ”

"...... 1,000 people"

Accompanied by the desolate singing, this small tribe of the Kaba tribe set up camp and set foot on the road south again.

The children laughed and laughed and made an appointment with each other to spread wild on the grassland that they had never seen before, the women chattered and cleaned up the pots and pots that seemed to never be finished, the men arranged the carriages and horses, and shouted at the children to catch up with the livestock, and sometimes turned back to their women and scolded them a few times, blaming them for being too slow and too broken, and wishing that they would even drag a few grasses away from the ground.

The migration journey of the Kaba people is not easy!

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No matter how many things there are, there is always a time to pack up the haode, and after a few noisy and busy meals, a team of dozens of cars, horses, and hundreds of people finally hit the road. The surrounding mountains are gradually flattening, the verdant covers the eyes, and the wind is no longer as cold and cold as before, but with the unique clarity and magnificence of the grassland, blowing through the people, blowing away the dullness and depression, leaving more and more heroic, or hope.

The people commanded the beasts to drive the livestock, and shouted each other's names powerfully, the clouds on their faces dispersed, and their eyes seemed to be brighter than the sky.

They all learned the news: there is an immortal master with you!

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"Ruka!"

The third uncle shouted loudly and whispered, patted his waist with his hand and said, "Come here." ”

Young Ruka ran over like a gust of wind, tried his best to suppress the excitement on his face, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

"Alright, we'll see. ”

The third uncle took out a short knife that was so cold that it seemed to freeze even his fingers to the touch. He carefully advised, "The master has instructed you not to rush to practice your hands first, it will take a few days to get used to it. ”

"I know, I know. ”

Ruka looked at his unrecognizable short knife, his eyes turned red with excitement, and snatched it from the third uncle's hand.

"Put it away, don't let them take it away. The third uncle admonished.

"How dare he!" shouted Ruka. Pull the short knife out of its sheath.

"Ho!"

With an exclamation, the short knife almost fell to the ground, and the young man's knuckles quickly turned white, still holding on to it, refusing to let go.

"Be careful!"

The third uncle scolded bitterly, snatched the short knife back and put it back in its sheath, and said sternly: "Work hard, the master said, as long as the body refining skill enters the door." It can ensure that there is no obstacle to holding a knife and a stick of incense. ”

"I know the third uncle. ”

The young man didn't dare to be reckless, rubbed his numb and stiff hands vigorously, and asked Xiaoyi: "Third uncle, why do I think that the weapon that the master sacrificed is different from the patriarch's?"

"Uh...... What ...... this?"

The third uncle had the same doubts as him, and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. In order not to lose face. He thought for a moment and then reprimanded: "This is a magic weapon, a real magic weapon that can only be used by immortal masters!

"Magic weapon......" Ruka was speechless. There was a glint of excitement and hope in his eyes, enough to illuminate the night.

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Kaba is actually a big family, to what extent, not a small person like the patriarch of the Lu clan can know. What he knew was that Kaba was together with the swallowtail, the green wolf, and the Vulture Palace, and called the four major departments of the outer regions. The vastness of the territory can only be described as endless.

According to the patriarch, about 10,000 miles south from here, it is the center of the Kaba clan, not called a city. Rather, according to the ancient tradition, it is still called the Kaba tribe. If you go east, it is the predetermined place of arrival of the monks of the monastery: the swallowtail clan. Of course, the distance goes without saying, even the border between the two ethnic groups takes tens of millions of miles.

Along the way to the south, I gradually encountered local residents and small tribes like the Lu clan who migrated from the north, usually ranging in size from hundreds to tens of thousands, and some of them had their own immortal masters in charge, and their combat power far exceeded that of the Lu clan.

From time to time, people came to inquire and asked if this small tribe had any intention of merging, and its intention was naturally to guard against demons. According to the instructions of the Thirteen Langs, the patriarch refused all such requests, leaving no thoughts for the other party.

"There is no way to merge the clan, it is inevitable to be used as cannon fodder when encountering things, the old man's original idea is that if there is really no way out, he will find a smaller tribe to merge, and even if he sends people under the fence, it is better than cutting off the incense. ”

The patriarch's tone was sour, revealing a little emotion, and even more indescribable gratitude, he knew best what Thirteen Lang had brought to the tribe, in just a few days, its overall combat power had increased several times! According to his estimate, as long as it was not the kind of demon frenzy that was too large, even if Thirteen Lang didn't make a move, the Lu clan would be able to survive with his own liliang, although it was inevitable that there would be some casualties, it was better than being wiped out and cut off.

"The more people there are, the more demons they attract, and if they have a certain strength, it will be easier for small groups to survive. ”

The patriarch said, "These are all thanks to the Guru, if it weren't for ......"

"It's all the little things. ”

Shisanlang stopped the patriarch's emotion, sighed in disappointment and said, "There is still no way to last long." ”

The misty demonic aura swirled around his fingertips, slowly dissipating in the air, and Thirteen Lang looked at the only remaining crystal nucleus in his palm and shook his head slightly.

A black dot flew out of his sleeve, turned into a flying ant with a pitch-black iron body, pounced on his fingertips, sucked sharply around, and then showed a smoky intoxicated expression, vibrating his wings towards Shisanlang, and then flew back satisfied.

"This ......" When has the patriarch seen such a vicious demon insect, his face is pale, and he can't say a complete word for a long time.

"It's finally a little useful, no waste. ”

Thirteen Lang stretched out his hand to tease the flying ants, and the little thing was very spiritual, and he pinched his fingers a few times with the chelicerae, and it felt itchy.

The patriarch sat across from him, his eyes wide as those of a toad, unable to believe what he was seeing.

After feeling it silently in his heart for a while, Shisanlang changed his left hand, and his index finger tapped on a crystal nucleus, and a black gas quickly spread out from his body. Envelop the entire carriage.

In the blur, the nucleus shrank at a rate visible to the naked eye, until it finally disappeared. A gray halo went up from his fingertips, passed through his arms, shoulders, chest and abdomen, and finally entered the dantian.

A tyrannical aura mixed with the bewitching dissipated. The fierce coercion came to his face, like a mountain pressing on the old man's body, making him dumbfounded and frightened.

The next moment, the gray mangs seemed to have been purified, and the path from which they came returned again, turning into a small cyclone circling around the fingertips of Thirteen Lang. In the patriarch's feelings, that cyclone contained a power that he couldn't imagine, and it didn't look like a junior supernatural power that could be used by the lowest level of cultivators.

He even had a feeling. Just this little cyclone can wipe itself away!

The patriarch didn't know how to describe his feelings, so he could only open his eyes blankly, panting in vain, and his thoughts paused.

He saw with his own eyes that Thirteen Lang had repeatedly used demonic power to exert his magical powers, although he was not too pure, but he had made progress every time. It's getting more and more powerful.

This does not make sense, and completely subverts his perception of outsiders. It is a rule recognized by all foreign monks.

"Outsiders, how can they become demon cultivators? Even if it's just temporary, even for a second, there's no possibility!"

What shocked him even more was that the old man could clearly see that Thirteen Lang's breath contained two gases that were also said to be incompatible. What he's doing now is clearly trying the third one: demonic energy!

"Three repairs, is it interesting?"

The patriarch really couldn't bear it anymore, and seeing that the cyclone dissipated again, he boldly said, "The master doesn't know anything, use the demon spirit crystal nucleus to replenish the mana." Only native monks can do it, and outsiders may use it to stimulate potential, and there is no reason to absorb it for their own use. ”

"Stimulating potential?"

Thirteen Lang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The patriarch replied, "When the monk is faced with a bottleneck in his cultivation, when there is no way, he will use various methods to stimulate himself, and in more extreme cases, this method is even more useful than the elixir. The demonic power contained in the demon spirit crystal nucleus is pure, which is highly toxic to outsiders, and it also has a certain chance to stimulate its potential and finally break through the level. ”

"The more high-level demon spirits are, the more demonic power they contain in the crystal nucleus, and the more refined they are, and the greater the stimulating effect. ”

With caution in his eyes, he said: "There are some issues to pay attention to here, first, we must do what we can, and we can't be as unrestricted as taking pills; ”

The essence of cultivation is evolution, and the essence of evolution lies in potential, and the truth is very simple.

Thirteen Lang heard it and thought for a while, and asked, "You mean, like a local monk refining demon soldiers and demon generals...... Swallow?"

The patriarch nodded and said, "This is swallowed by outsiders themselves, and being manipulated and refined by others is completely different. ”

A hint of realization flashed in Thirteen Lang's eyes, and at the same time, he sighed for the spirit of the monk who would do whatever it took to advance regardless of life and death.

The old man's meaning is very simple, after swallowing the demon spirit crystal nucleus, don't refine it, don't even use mana to influence it, let it play naturally in the body, and take the path of being based on the flesh. In a sense, this is a bit of an interpretation of Jin Wu's sentence "The body is the foundation", and the monks who are accustomed to using mana to trust the Yuan Shen will eventually return to their roots when they have no way to advance.

Fighting his body, Thirteen Lang was not afraid, but out of caution, he casually asked, "Is there anything else to pay attention to?"

The patriarch replied: "I can't say exactly how old and decayed, but when I first heard some rumors, it was said that when refining demon generals, the monk would seal the demon spirit crystal nucleus layer by layer, unravel it layer by layer, and gradually proceed with the situation that the outsider's body is difficult to detect and reject. ”

"Subtly, it also starts from the body. Thirteen Lang muttered to himself.

"That's how it should be. ”

The patriarch nodded frequently and said, "Of course, there must be additional means, such as leaving a brand for manipulation, etc., which are not known to the old decay. ”

"It's already good, I'm afraid I would have thought of it if you hadn't reminded me. ”

As he spoke, Thirteen Lang's right hand trembled slightly, and without waiting for the old man to stop him, he sent the remaining three demon spirit crystal nuclei into his mouth and swallowed them in his stomach.

"Master!" Patriarch Huo Ran exclaimed, his body jumping up from his chair and nearly breaking the roof of the car.

Thirteen Lang knew what he was thinking, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I don't want to refine myself into a demon general." ”

"But...... The guru used so much at once that he didn't even add a seal...... This ......"

"Worry about yourself, fool!"

Big Ash poked his head into the side, grabbed the conversation in front of Thirteen Lang, and sneered indifferently.

"See, the fire moon is coming. ”

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...... (To be continued.) )