"Aura Storm? There are often storms in the Demon Spirit Mountain Range, why should the young master care?"

The line of sight could not be far in the mountain, and it was not that the monk had no divine thoughts to use, so he could only judge the situation according to Zong Ming's expression. In his opinion, the second young master may have benefited a lot from this trip, and he was a little lost under the agitation of his heart.

"It's not the same. ”

Zong Ming's face did not disperse, and he said: "This storm seems to have risen from the ground, it should be man-made. ”

Artificially caused a storm of spiritual energy, if it is a monk, its realm is probably not low. This place is too close to the Demon Domain, and there are few high-level cultivators in the area, Li Feng thought for a while, and said, "Could it be a Demon Beast?" It is said that there are sometimes Demon Beasts flowing here over there. ”

"Not quite like ......"

It is indeed possible for a demonic beast to strayed into the spiritual realm under certain circumstances, but thinking of the distance from here to the demonic realm, Zong Ming could not dispel doubts in his heart, and said: "The demonic beast exerts its magical powers, and it is indeed possible to cause a storm of spiritual energy. If it survives to this day, its strength ......"

"Do you want to take a look?" Li Feng suggested that he would not want to make any more pointless guesses.

"No need. ”

Zong Ming hesitated, and the old man's voice sounded, and said lightly: "The place where the storm occurred is not close to here, it is inconvenient to fly, and it will take a lot of time to rush. Moreover, the storm has stopped at this time, and neither man nor beast will stay there for long. It will take a long time to find out what happened. ”

The words are very reasonable, but they are very unreasonable when they come out of the mouth of the old man. The sky above the Demon Spirit Mountain Range is not safe, Zong Ming does not dare to fly at will, if the strength of the old man, it is only dozens of miles away, it is not a big problem to be careful.

Zhao Si didn't have much time to be killed, and an aura storm suddenly appeared nearby, no matter how you look at it, you should find out. When the old man said this, Zong Ming was already not good at forcing it, and he didn't feel a little hesitant.

"Before leaving, Uncle Shi was reluctant, if he insisted on going, I was afraid that it would make him unhappy. It's just that I don't know if Uncle Shi has other ideas, in case this matter is related to the third brother, that ...... is said to be the treasure of chaos."

While thinking about it, he suddenly heard the old man say: "I am about to arrive at Luoling, doesn't the young master want to find out the cause of the third young master's death as soon as possible?"

"That's what Uncle Shi said. ”

Zong Ming was cut off by him again, and couldn't help laughing at himself, and said: "Maybe it's because I received that resentful spirit, the disciple is a little suspicious, and he always feels that this matter has something to do with me." ”

"Extreme resentment is indeed easy to cause turmoil, although the young master has practiced the art of the Six Desires, he also needs to be cautious, and don't let her take advantage of it. ”

The old man ignored the unfinished meaning in Zong Ming's words, and said, "I see that this spirit has a deep grudge against you, if it is difficult to control, you might as well ......"

"Uncle Shi is too worried. ”

Zong Ming didn't wait for the old man to finish speaking, and simply said: "The disciple is just paralyzed for a while, and there will never be such a thing in the future, please rest assured, uncle." ”

The old man fell silent. He understood Zong Ming's thoughts, and he knew more about the power and consequences of the growth of resentful spirits, and knew that it was impossible for him to give up, so he could only sigh and remain silent.

Being stirred up like this, the matter of the aura storm is over. Zong Ming didn't want to talk about it anymore at this time, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and ordered: "It's not far from Luoling City, let them speed up." I want to see who didn't take Cangyun Sect in his eyes and dared to murder the third brother's life. ”

The strong wind hurriedly responded, and the carriage started rolling. Both the pullers and those who drove the car felt something strange in the carriage, and they didn't feel that they had exerted a little more force;

A green insect could not dodge, and seemed to be seized by the momentum of the carriage, and stopped on the road in a daze, and was immediately crushed. A few drops of viscous juice splashed into the air, refracting a few spots of crimson in the sunlight.

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"It turns out that this is Kei!"

In the messy quiet room, Thirteen Lang's face was cheerful, quietly feeling the feeling of emptiness and power, and he thought a lot. ...,

"Because of it, I'm so different from ordinary monks. There is no way to consult people for this difference, but to explore it slowly by yourself, otherwise, it will inevitably lead to death. ”

In the opposite mirror, the figure of Thirteen Lang was blurred, as if the light had been refracted in some way, and it was impossible to accurately replicate him. As you can see, the star stripes on his chest have become much clearer, and the sharp corners that have been recovered have disappeared into a silky arc.

The arc and the star pattern are integrated, as if this is what it is. If anyone else had seen it, they would not have imagined that there was once a sharp corner that was exactly the same as the other four corners.

"As I guessed, after the foundation building is completed, this sharp horn disappears, and the second sharp horn is activated, but it does not affect the spiritual power vortex. ”

Thirteen Lang looked inward, carefully observed the operation of that whirlpool, nodded and said to himself: "This should be a certain sense of layer, and the spiritual power needs to reach a certain level before it can be recognized by the sharp corners." Otherwise, no matter how full the spiritual power is, it won't even look at it. ”

Thinking that he would be criticized for constantly sending spiritual power for "others" to absorb, Shisanlang was a little self-deprecating, and smiled wryly to find a reason for comfort.

"Being able to absorb the two qi of simulated spirits and demons, and being able to perfectly conceal and cultivate, and can also conceal the exploration of divine thoughts, should be satisfied. ”

After thinking about it for a while, he tried to urge the spiritual power in the meridians, gradually forming a diaphragm, and slowly deduced the position of his chest. The next moment, I saw that the star lines on his chest gradually faded, and finally became the same skin color as the surroundings, and there was no abnormality in the slightest.

"That's the benefit of building a foundation. Although it can't be hidden from the eyes of high-ranking monks, it's better than nothing. ”

This matter has been pressed on his mind for too long, so he doesn't dare to go out of Falling Spirit City to find an opportunity, now that he has a means of covering up, and the high-level monk must not care too much about a young monk who has only built a foundation, it should be no big problem.

After feeling it again, Jusan Lang confirmed that his judgment was correct and finally put his mind at ease. I seriously recalled the process of building my foundation, and gradually realized in my eyes.

"In the past, I couldn't build a foundation successfully, and the lack of magic power was certainly the main reason, but more importantly, I mistakenly compared myself to the situation of others who cultivated and broke through the realm, so that I couldn't see through its inner meaning. ”

"Ordinary people have to go through the four small levels of primary, middle, post, and even consummation before they can break through the ranks and improve. ”

"My situation is different, and if the speculation is true, I shouldn't have this small level. ”

"If I compare my cultivation to a bottle of water, the bottle will already be shaped the moment I succeed in building the foundation. Just fill it up and try to break the bottle and hit the bottleneck. ”

"Because this bottle is much bigger than the average person, I have the misunderstanding that I am perfect. In fact, it is still far away, so there have been several unsuccessful experiences. ”

"This gap is mainly due to magical power, and spiritual power is also indispensable. When I break a small bottle, it means building a new big bottle, and although I have a lot of spiritual power in my body, it is not enough to build this bottle, so I can't succeed. ”

"What's more, I'm afraid that this bottle of mine can only be completed after the spirit and demon merge and reach some kind of equilibrium. In this way, the difficulty is much higher. ”

Thinking like this, Thirteen Lang's heart was filled with awe, and his eyes subconsciously looked at his left hand.

He knew exactly how much aura he had just absorbed, and the magic in the wood chips could compete with it and eventually reach stability, the amount of which could only be described as terrifying. Such a result has far exceeded Thirteen Lang's estimates, so he can't be afraid.

Jusanro even had the urge to find Ding Dong right away and ask carefully about the origin of the piece of wood. However, when he saw what was happening to his left hand, he shook his head again and again with a wry smile on his face. ...,

"It's good, I can only hack it. ”

The wood chips have become rings, not to mention whether they can be removed, but if you give it to Dingdong, how do you open your mouth?

Tell the truth, the secret leak is still second, who will believe it!

After looking at it stupidly for a while, Thirteen Lang suddenly withdrew his gaze and instead picked up the items that were ready to be used to rush the level. He could think that since the wood had become a "ring", it could only be regarded as his own trophy. He and Dingdong are not related, and it is not wrong to say that he is an enemy to be polite, but there is no need to feel too guilty.

"Big deal, help her treat her a few more times. ”

Packing up the miscellaneous items scattered in the room, Thirteen Lang straightened his clothes, thought like this in his heart, and strode out.

Outside the door, Tinker Bell was waiting for her, and she had not yet recovered from her horror, her face was pale, and her body trembled like a lamb kissed by a wolf.

"What's the matter, Jingle Bell, who made you like this?" Pity welled up in his heart, and Jusan Lang called out her name for the first time.

"Brother......

Tinker Bell's mouth made a small arc, and she screamed with horror and extreme surprise that had not yet dissipated, and then her eyes turned red.

"Brother, you are so bad, brother, I'm so scared of ......"

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