It didn't take much effort to open up the cave mansion. In less than an hour, Jingle Bell was summoned by Thirteen Lang to leap into this temporary "new home".

As soon as he entered the "door", Tinker Bell was dumbfounded.

"This is the Cave House?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? It's so wrong!"

Tinker Bell looked frustrated and said, "There's no hall medicine garden, not even a bathroom." Can this live?"

It's not that Ding Dong is demanding, it's just that Thirteen Lang is too rough. One passage, two rooms, and a big stone at the door, this is the cave mansion that Thirteen Lang worked hard to open up. The two rooms were not so much quiet rooms as two slightly larger pits.

"Okay...... It's very airy. ”

Thirteen Lang was embarrassed to make excuses to defend himself. After thinking about it, he said, "Anyway, I don't live there often, so let's make do with it." ”

After that, he didn't care what Tinker's expression was, he slipped into his own "secret room" and arranged the simplest prohibition with his backhand, and lost his voice.

"Brother, you ......"

Tinker Bell was about to teach him a good lesson, but suddenly there was no object, and he could only take a deep breath in his indignation and sighed: "Alas!

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Ignoring whether Ding Dong was messing outside, Shisanro sat on the floor in the quiet room, adjusted his breathing and mind, and carefully considered what he had gained for the day.

In the battle with Zhao Si, Shisanlang seemed to win easily, but in fact, there were many risks. Not to mention anything else, the old man's supernatural powers alone were a great threat to him.

He first checked the old man's storage bag, and he didn't care about the spirit stones, magic weapons, poisons, etc., and focused on a few jade slips. Soon, he found what he was looking for in one of them, and his heart was filled with waves.

"Poison cultivation is not in my consideration, but his two supernatural powers are actually very powerful, and they can be practiced. ”

Peach miasma, wood erosion, sand depression. Peach Miasma is the most aggressive, but he is the least liked by Thirteen Lang, and he values the latter two.

Originally, Jusan Lang only used it as a means of control to restrict the enemy's movements, but after carefully reading the explanation of this supernatural power, he couldn't help but be shocked and ecstatic, and almost jumped to his feet.

It seems that there are two magical powers, but in fact they have the same source: years!

It is said that the years are ruthless, no matter what materials, treasures, relics or even exercises, they cannot resist the erosion of the years. The effect of this magic power is to increase the temporal flow of the caster, causing it to quickly age, decay, and even disappear in a very short period of time, and eventually die cleanly, leaving no trace.

The years passed, and it was hardly something that could be fought against by supernatural powers. Strictly speaking, it is a man-made interference with the rules of nature, which can be called an anti-heaven supernatural power.

The effect is against the sky, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate, it is unimaginable, and it is so difficult that it is daunting.

The first thing to do is to start with the dead, as the old man did, to cast spells on the wood and stone that have lost their life, so that they decay or sand them. After reaching a certain level, it can be used against some weak creatures, such as ants, earthworms, locusts and other lower creatures.

The conditions are harsh, and the object cannot be a spiritual object.

Anything that contains a trace of spiritual power cannot be changed by the years of this level, in other words, it is ineffective to exert it on this shijie creature.

Then, with the improvement of the monk's realm and the enhancement of his comprehension of supernatural powers, he can cast them on some low-level spiritual objects. For example, those warriors who have had the experience of refining their bodies but can't give birth to star patterns, and some of the most ordinary demon beasts, etc. According to the exercises, in order for a monk to reach this level, the minimum cultivation is to attain a knot. That is, after the initial comprehension of the rules of spiritual power, the supernatural powers of the years can be successfully cultivated.

After that, when the monk condenses the primordial infant and has understood the essence of spiritual life, it is possible to spend the years on the monk or war spirit, and the process is even more difficult to the extreme. In layman's terms, at least a gap in the realm of a large realm is needed to make the other party unable to compete and age rapidly. ...,

If it is of the same rank or facing a high-level monk, the effect cannot be said to be completely non-existent, but it is also extremely limited. For example, making the other party feel weak and weak, lack of energy, or even dizziness, etc., can be regarded as a minor illness.

Just imagine, if the old monster dealt with the Jiedan or the Monk Zhuji, he would be caught with a finger at the other party, why use such an outrageous and difficult spell?

In the face of high-level, what are you fighting, hurry up and escape!

All in all, this supernatural power is not as effective as chicken ribs among monks below the Yuan Infant level. Take Thirteen Lang as an example, if he can fly at will, why should he care if the ground of the surrounding houses will deteriorate? The reason why the old man used it to combine with Peach Miasma was because he mistook Thirteen Lang for a body refiner. The sum of several spells is similar to the forbidden sky supernatural power, which can be regarded as vicious.

Perhaps, this is the reason why the old man has this magical power. For the vast majority of monks, it is too late to desperately improve their cultivation, and the choice of supernatural powers will definitely pick those who are mainly direct killing, how can they have the kung fu to study this kind of side door that is obviously of an auxiliary nature.

However, this does not change the degree of rebellion of the years, according to the description in the exercises, once the monk reaches the god and can perceive the artistic conception of the years, this supernatural power will take the form of a fish leaping into the dragon gate, becoming a killer weapon that is difficult for monks of the same level to fight.

It is precisely because of this that Shisanlang has a soft spot for it, and he decided on it at a glance and regarded it as his compulsory practice.

He is a dual cultivator of the Dharma body, and the level of refinement is much higher than that of cultivation. When it comes to attack effect, even if it is a high-grade spirit weapon, it is difficult to compare with Thirteen Lang's fists. As for the attack distance, he had already thought about it and didn't pay much attention to it.

In his current situation, it was difficult to be interested in ordinary spells or even spiritual artifacts. This magical power is chicken ribs for others, and it is almost the only choice for him to be an out-and-out treasure.

"I have a wind spirit root, as long as I find the right exercises and treasures, speed is not a problem. If you are facing a monk who can't be opposed, any supernatural power is actually the same. On the other hand, if you encounter a high-level war spirit, this magical power is much more useful than ordinary spell means. For the time being, you can practice it slowly as a long-term jihua. ”

With a decision in his heart, Shisanro memorized the formula firmly, then repacked all his belongings and began to meditate and breathe, preparing to hit the level again.

Later, he took out the piece of wood, groaned for a moment, and took out all the magic weapons in the ring, including the magic weapons that Ding Dong had said. This rush is of great significance, and if it doesn't succeed again, Thirteen Lang really doesn't know what to do. Taking out the jingle magic weapon is just a precaution, and if it really doesn't work, it can only be used, even if she complains, she can't take care of it.

Zuihou, he took out the jade box containing the sitting pill and placed it in front of him along with the other items. After taking a closer look and confirming that nothing was missing, Shisanlang took off his robe, waved his hand and put the bronze mirror he was carrying on the opposite wall, and held it steadily.

"This time, you can't be me anymore, you must succeed!"

Facing the mirror, Jusan Lang looked at the star corner that was about to turn into an arc and muttered to himself.

The next moment, his face showed determination, and he grabbed the wood chips between the two fingers of his left hand and the middle fingers, and began to exercise as he often did.

It stands to reason that to be able to store such a huge amount of magical power, the grade of this treasure has long exceeded the level of what he can absorb. However, Jusan Lang had already tried before, and he could indeed lead it, but he could only explain it by the incompleteness of the wood chips, and he didn't plan to delve into it. Anyway, for him, as long as he can complete the foundation building, he will not hesitate to destroy even a magic weapon, let alone this fragment that he doesn't know at all.

Slowly closing his eyes, Jusanro focused all his energy on the two fingers of his left hand, trying to attract the magic power inside and absorb it into his body. ...,

It can be seen that there is a faint black mist spreading on his body, gradually enveloping it and turning into a ball. If there are devotional people watching here, they will be amazed. At this time, Thirteen Lang is clearly an authentic demon cultivator!

As the black mist grew thicker, the piece of wood gradually changed, becoming more and more pitch-black and gloomy, like a ball of solidified ink. Soon after, the wood chips slowly deformed and bent in Jushiro's hands, as if they were about to be closed together. What's even more strange is that there is a rumbling sound in the air, as if some creature is shouting and roaring, penetrating the soul.

For all this, Jusan Lang was completely unaware. He had already felt that the magic in the wood chips had become extremely close to his own, as if he could absorb it by piercing a layer of paper. With anticipation surging in his heart, he ran his magic to the extreme, trying his best to penetrate that layer of diaphragm and collect his results.

The black mist surged, gradually forming a whirlpool, and its center was the body of Thirteen Lang, turning faster and faster!

As the vortex of magic formed, the entire chamber underwent drastic changes. The surrounding aura was like a drop of water in a pot of oil, from quiet and peaceful to violent and manic, rushing from all directions, as if a group of lions had found its prey and wanted to tear it to pieces.

In the spiritual environment, there is a magic vortex running, and this result has long been expected by Thirteen Lang. So he didn't pay much attention to it, trying to press the magic to keep the vortex alive.

According to his thoughts, he had already closed the door of the cave and put it on the ban, and the aura of a small room was not enough to interfere with his breakthrough. However, he didn't expect that the rejection of the magic power by the aura of heaven and earth was far beyond the estimate, and his level of prohibition was obviously far lower than he expected, and it could not achieve the effect of closing the aura at all.

Between heaven and earth, sudden changes arise!

The aura swooped out the door with a whistling sound, and the crude prohibition could not withstand this storm at all, and only supported it for a moment, before it shattered with a wail. Massive amounts of aura rushed in from the outside, seeping through the walls around them, burrowing in from beneath the ground, joining in the battle to extinguish the whirlpool.

At the heart of the storm, the magic vortex is like a boat in the waves, swaying and threatening to capsize at any moment. At this time, Thirteen Lang, who was in the eye of the storm, looked extremely painful, and large pieces of sweat slipped down his cheeks, like a prisoner who was being tortured.

"Break, break, break, break me!"

Jusan Lang knew that he couldn't support it for too long, and at this time, he could only hope to break through that barrier as soon as possible, absorb the magic power and use it to maintain the vortex. Otherwise, he would not only have failed this time, but also because the mana consumption was too much, and he couldn't even maintain his current realm.

The aura storm has intensified, and it has spread to the entire cave, and it has spread in all directions, gradually spreading to the surrounding areas and even to the air. The aura within a radius of several hundred meters was all triggered, forming a violent hurricane that converged towards the cave mansion.

Within 10,000 meters, all spiritual things gave birth to induction, and many low-level demon beasts crawled on the ground, whimpering like babies crying, not daring to move a little.

Between Huo Ran, a huge coercion spread out from the cave, as if the dragon went out to sea and the tiger crossed the mountain, but with the joy of turning into a butterfly. What followed was a long howl that pierced through the clouds, its sound was high-pitched and clear, like a phoenix in the fire, and the giant dragon turned into a dragon, passionate and generous, and lasted for a long time.

The aura storm did not stop, but became more and more violent. The aura within a thousand meters is like a thousand streams returning to the sea, converging towards the cave that caused the drastic change, as if there is a mouth that swallows the sky, greedily devouring the aura of heaven and earth, and there is no end.

In the quiet room, the whirlpool was slowly shrinking, pouring into Shisanro's body. Its color has become very strange, like muddy and clear, and there is a hint of dazzling luster.

The aura gathered around it was not incompatible with magic as before, but merged into the whirlpool and became a part of it, making it impossible to understand the reason.

Finally, the whirlpool was completely absorbed into the body of Shisanlang, stayed in the dantian, and finally stabilized. At this moment, the unknown piece of wood combined with his index finger to form a small ring.

On the ring, there seem to be some inexplicable patterns, and some rough lines, the meaning is unknown.

"It turns out that this is Tsuki!"

Thirteen Lang stopped the whistling sound and stood up from the ground, stretching his body wantonly, and letting out infinite emotion.

"This ...... What the hell is going on here?"

In one corner of the cave, Tinker Bell curled up in a ball, looking frightened and helpless, muttering to himself.

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"What the hell is going on, how can there be an aura storm?"

On the mountain road, in the carriage, the second young master looked suspicious and said solemnly.

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