The next day, the two of them set off as scheduled, and when it was close to noon, they came to a place where Haizi should have just moved here, and at this time there was only an armadillo-like ancient beast drinking on the side, this thing was not big, about two feet over, covered in sand, it should have just come out of somewhere, and happened to see this moving Haizi.

This guy really stepped on shit luck, of course, Xiao Cong and the two of them too.

Although the other party is an ancient beast that can be used to be a sparring partner for Hongxiang, at this time and at that time, everyone is a "person" in the same way who comes to fetch water, so there is no need to embarrass each other.

Xiao Cong and Hongxiang came to the sea together, about a dozen zhang away from the ancient beast, took out the big bucket that had been empty these days, and wanted to fill it one by one.

Xiao Cong looked at the ancient beast that had gone away at great speed and escaped into the ground, suddenly came back to his senses, and put the filled vat that was not yet full into the mustard, and said quickly:

"Run!"

Before Hongxiang could react to what was going on, he was taken to the sky by Xiao Cong under his armpit.

But it was too late, a dark torrent was surging from all directions, flying in the sky, running on the ground, no less than a thousand people, Xiao Congwang's face changed greatly, took out a rope and tied Hongxiang to his back, and took out Zhu Xian and a short sword, held Zhu Xian in his hand, handed the short sword to Hong Xiang, and said in a deep voice:

"Try to protect yourself. ”

After speaking, he suddenly went extremely fast, and wanted to break through to the north.

Although there were many ancient beasts pouring in, it seemed that there were still fewer people flying in the sky than on the ground after all, and all the creatures in the desert that were exposed to the sand layer were not easy to survive - they couldn't even eat enough, let alone improve their Dao behavior, so he judged that those flying in the sky must be easier to deal with than those running on the ground.

Surprisingly, Xiao Cong, who was holding Zhu Xian tightly in the air, was in a tight position, but only a few ancient beasts that flew past him attacked him, and the others all hurried by, as if

I didn't see him at all.

The fight lasted only a few breaths, except for four or five ancient beasts who were stalked about him and cut them down by him, the others were only a few insignificant strokes, as long as Xiao Cong did not follow their way, they would not entangle, Xiao Cong suddenly realized,

"They were in a hurry to drink water, and they didn't have time to pay attention to me, but they were smarter, and understood that blood could quench their thirst, or rather, they were bloodthirsty. ”

The torrent rushed to the water's edge, Haizi converged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whales of thousands of ancient beasts swallowed cows and drinks, this little Haizi would never be able to feed each of them, and it would be an extremely fierce battle after a while, although he originally wanted to take a bath, but now it seems that it is impossible, stay any longer, and when those beasts come to their senses, he will definitely die without a place to be buried.

"It's still about saving your life!"

He fled away without looking back.

In the next few days, Xiao Cong learned well, and every time before he wanted to move forward, he had to leave Hongxiang in the shadows

In the rest of the formation, he flew into the sky to reconnoiter the surroundings to determine which direction was dangerous and which direction was not dangerous, and the most important thing was to find a suitable "prey" for Hongxiang to practice.

Of course, Hongxiang's performance has not disappointed Xiao Cong, and it is not in vain that Xiao Cong has worked hard for him, and every time the battle is delayed, he strives to let the opponent play its greatest value, which makes Xiao Cong extremely pleased and appreciated.

However, after the incident with Haizi, Xiao Cong had a new thought in his heart - it is too difficult to find some resources in the desert, and if he is not careful, he will be eaten alive, and he must think of a way. After thinking about it for a long time, careful thinking unconsciously hit the mustard left by Jiang Caijun.

But once this thing is refined into the body, it will be difficult to take it out—unless it is like Jiang Caijun, but that Mi Mustard is Jiang Caijun's future heir to the mantle, and he rashly refines it into his own body, how can he pass it on to Jiang Caijun's mantle heir in the future? He, Xiao Cong, as the fourth son of the fifth largest family in the Xuanzhen Realm, is down, how can he do that kind of thing that goes back on his word and cuts off his beard! Therefore, if you want to open that thing, you must not be able to refine it directly in your body, as for using a formation to open it, I don't know if the ancestors of the Xiao family have been bored to such a realm and created a formation in this regard, but this thing is really not to mention, the Xiao family has an almost omnipotent copy of Tianshu, and it is a piece of cake for the white wolf with hollow gloves in Mi Kei, and the number of Mi Kei is scarce and hard to find, so it is really unnecessary to create a formation for it, because it will not be used several times in a lifetime.

As for whether morality is moral, Xiao Cong doesn't care much - if I die here, I will find him a successor!

But after searching in the mustard, I found that there is no formation in this regard, it seems that the ancestors still cherish the wisdom of the ancestors, although they have done so many boring things, but they definitely don't do this thankless thing in terms of survival, it really doesn't matter, but they have done so many boring things, how can this one be worse, after all, he is too unlucky.

But if it doesn't end like this, Xiao Cong is unwilling, but what if he is unwilling? There is no formation about extracting things from the mustard, what can he do? Unwilling is true, helplessness is also true, this contradiction has been entangled in his heart for a long time, but it made him suddenly realize,

"What the ancestors can do, why can't I do it, what the ancestors didn't do, why can't I do it, there is a process of quantitative change to qualitative change in the development of everything, I have learned the formation for so long, and then I am afraid it will be difficult to improve, if you want to go further, you should also learn from the ancestors to try their hand at it!"

"But Mi Kei has always been a treasure, is it so easy to crack it?"

As soon as this suspicion appeared, it was slapped by Xiao Cong and dissipated.

"How do you know if you don't try, what if the blind cat meets a dead mouse, besides, with the wisdom of the master, he can't fiddle with him!"

From then on, a seed to crack the mustard was hurriedly planted by Xiao Cong in his heart, and Xian Yi was angry

The young man of the horse embarked on a road of no return.

When Hongxiang was fighting to the death, Xiao Cong had always turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye, no matter how embarrassed the people not far away, he didn't care, just sat there quietly, holding a codex or a bamboo slip in his hand, his expression was focused, and he was hungry and busy with his business - to create a formation to take out the things in Jiang Caijun's mustard.

In fact, he could have had a better choice - swallow a pill in advance like Jiang Caijun did, and then cut off his limbs and take out Mi Ji and give it to his mantle heir. But how could he, who had always strived for perfection, endure such defects, and besides, how could his parents who had suffered from his body dare to destroy it lightly! So in the final analysis, this matter still had to fall on his housekeeping skill formation.

But after all, he still thought about this matter too simply, and the use of magic circles to solve problems is inseparable from the word "Dao", but the Tao has difficulties and depths, like the way of killing, the way of saving people, the way of moving, and the way of hallucination...... Although these are not simple, they are not too difficult after all, but if you talk about the mustard seed of the mustard and the way of Sumeru, then the knowledge is great, or after all these years, there is still no master of the mystic weapon who can refine the mustard in the cultivation world.

Xiao Cong was miserable while learning and thinking, knowing that he was really gnawing a hard bone, but he always believed in having a beginning and an end in doing things, so this bone was so difficult to gnaw that even if his teeth were gone, he would have to gnaw it until it was broken!

But if you think about it carefully, this magic circle that cracks the mustard is indeed of great use to him, if the Taiji does not come, the extremes of things will be reversed, and refining too much mustard on his body is definitely not a good thing, but if he wants the Xiao family to make a comeback in his hands, he needs these, maybe because the Xiao family members other than him can't cultivate before, so they don't have much chance to get the mustard, so they don't have so many ideas about it, but he is different, he is a cultivator, his road is still long, he can snatch as much mustard as possible in the future fight, and use the resources inside to reshape the past glory of the Xiao family, but he can't refine all these mustards to himself, And for the only remaining Xiao family in the Xuanzhen Realm, how many trustworthy people can there be? Therefore, his Mi Mustard has no one to fake, and he can only pin the idea of transferring resources on the magic circle.

This is indeed a long way to go!

In the next month and a half, Hongxiang's cultivation is a thousand miles a day, Xiao Cong's formation attainments are also advancing by leaps and bounds, this improving the formation attainments is like improving the cultivation, only time is the last word, learning is useless, you can't push through the old and bring forth the new, if necessary, you have to force yourself, so that you can move forward, but unfortunately there is no clue about cracking the mustard, which makes Xiao Cong feel a little annoyed and frustrated.

Intentionally planting flowers and flowers do not bloom, unintentionally planting willows and willows, although he did not drum out the formation of cracking the mustard during this time, but the sword went sideways, and there were many other failures that were drummed out, one of which made him very proud, because relying on this magic array, he could separate all the water in the body of the ancient beast that Hongxiang killed by mistake, although

It's a bit miserable, but after all, it solves the urgent need, at least they won't be dying of thirst in the future.

After another two months, Xiao Cong still didn't have a clue about cracking Miji, he knew that this matter was urgent, and he knew that it was not a way to go on like this after all-if he continued to live in such a state, he would have to go crazy. So he put this matter aside for the time being, hoping to meet a senior cultivator who is both virtuous and artistic in the future, so that he can deeply understand the principle of this mustard, and then study it separately.

Of course, he didn't think about the pills in Jiang Caijun's mustard first, unless he could quickly find a suitable heir to the mantle and refine the mustard into his body, just with Xiao Cong's kindness to him, it was not easy to get as many pills as he wanted, but this matter was difficult!

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Magic Book for Respect" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~