Spiritual energy bomb, although it is a low-level spiritual skill, but it can be called a real entry spiritual skill of spiritual cultivation, the reason is very simple, the practice of spiritual energy bullet, the key to the test is the problem of mental power control spiritual power, when a line of spiritual power in the body is gathered at the fingertips, the most difficult place is that in the moment before it is issued, the spiritual power must be condensed and not dispersed, in order to form a lethal attack, which is completely different from Wei Zhen's cultivation of "Spirit Fighting Fist".

Wei Zhen's lack of mental power was once again manifested at this time, and every time the spiritual power flashed in his fingertips, despite his best efforts, he tried his best to control the small amount of spiritual power with all his mental control, but every time he fell short.

After nearly a hundred attempts, Wei Zhen had to stop.

"No wonder Master said that my spiritual path would be more difficult than others. ”

He sighed to himself, staring at the tips of his fingers, stunned.

"What kind of place is this?" When he opened his eyes again, Wei Zhen found himself in another world in a daze, Xiao Hei Hei was gone, the wooden house no longer existed, there was an endless emptiness all around, the sky and the earth were gray and gray, only a faint mist floated in the world.

"Oh. ”

He suddenly remembered that he had been to this place twice or three times in a few years, the first time was the evening before Old Man Wei's grave.

There was no more fear in his heart, Wei Zhen walked alone in this emptiness with his memory, he vaguely remembered that in this empty world, there was a big tree with a phantom, and under the shadow of that big tree, there seemed to be a figure.

"Old man Wei, could it be you?"

With the extreme desire in his heart, Wei Zhen hurried through this empty world, as if pursuing his life purpose.

If only that figure were Old Man Wei, he would definitely throw himself into his arms and cry, but he himself was not sure, who that person would be? He didn't know why he had such a question in his heart, which made him a little anxious and impatient.

"Yes, it must be him. Who else could it be but the old immortal?" he comforted himself and cursed Old Man Wei.

"It's here, it's almost there!"

I don't know how far he walked, and I don't know how long the time has passed, this time it seems to be particularly smooth, a hundred feet away, he finally saw the phantom of the big tree again, and the vague figure under the phantom.

He ran almost with all his strength, as if a man looking for a place to live in the middle of the sea suddenly saw a floating island, and the joy was beyond any description of words.

"Wei-" His high-pitched voice suddenly stopped, as if someone had stuck his neck, his mouth opened itself, but he couldn't even pronounce a single tone of the words behind him.

In front of me is a huge tree that is 15 meters high, with a slim canopy, covered with bright green heart-shaped leaves, and thousands of green threads hanging down, enveloping the huge body of the tree, producing a beautiful hazy beauty.

At the bottom of the tree, a beautiful girl who seemed to be two or three years younger than Wei Zhen sat cross-legged, her face was snow-white, and there was a trace of sickness hidden between her eyebrows.

Her beautiful eyes are slightly frowned, her lips are secretly locked, as if she is sleeping, there is no other clothes on her body, only a black silk silk wraps most of her body, and her white jade arms, beautiful shoulders, and small ankles are all exposed, but it makes people see that they can't afford to have a trace of evil heart, as if anyone who moves that kind of mind is blaspheming the gods in the sky.

"Y-Who are you? What is this place?"

After a while, Wei Zhen came back to his senses from the shock in his heart, and the voice of the sluggish voice resounded in this empty world with an unconcealable sense of loss and surprise.

In the silence, a few breaths of time passed, Wei Zhen was full of disappointment, and when he was about to turn away, the eyes of the girl in front of him moved slightly, and suddenly opened slowly.

"It's so beautiful!" This was the first thought that rose invisibly in Wei Zhen's heart the moment he saw the girl's eyes open.

Neither of them spoke, Wei Zhen stared blankly at the girl, who was also looking at him.

"Y-what's your name?" a very jerky and strange voice suddenly spat out from between the lips and teeth of the young girl, with a hint of beautiful beauty, and a hint of indifference to seeing people as nothing.

"Wei Zhen. His voice seemed to become a little more empty at this moment, and even he couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness.

This feeling made Wei Zhen very uncomfortable. Under the direct gaze of the other party, he had an extremely unnatural feeling all over his body, and he was at a loss, this girl looked weak, but for some reason he always had an inexplicable heaviness and depression.

"It's so weak!" the girl frowned and said something inexplicable.

"Who are you, what is this place?" Wei Zhen half-choked his throat and repeated the previous question.

"It can't be helped. The girl muttered to herself, ignoring him.

"......" Wei Zhen couldn't have much disgust at the contempt and indifference between her words, in his mind, the girl must be as noble as Mu Ziyin, the little princess of the Haiqi Kingdom, how could he put him in the eyes of a mere eighth-level little spirit slave.

He clenched his fists, and without asking much, he was about to turn around and leave, the corners of the girl's mouth were slightly upturned, and the jade finger of her right hand suddenly pointed at him.

"You-" With the girl's inexplicable finger, Wei Zhen saw a little white light shooting straight towards the door in front of him, he was caught off guard, and in a panic, he had to raise his arms to block in front of him.

"You sneak attack me!" A cry of pain suddenly sounded in the small wooden house, Wei Zhen's body rolled, ignoring the pain coming from his arms, and stood up.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and it was pitch black all around him, and he couldn't see anything. The beautiful maiden, the giant green tree, and the empty gray world were gone, and he returned to the wooden house, his body independent in the middle of the wooden house.

"Is this real or a dream?Who is that girl?Where will that world be?" Wei Zhen looked around blankly, stroked his injured arm, and realized that Fang Cai's pain was only caused by the moment he raised his arm and hit the side of the bed.

He lit the oil lamp, and his eyes fell on the jade bead on his chest again, and the jade bead could not see any change, and the faint mist seemed to be visible in the dimness.

"What the hell is it? Is it all about it?"

From this day on, Wei Zhen continued the work and rest time he insisted on in the Huoyin Mine on his own, and carefully divided the twelve hours of the day. In the Nu Yuan, the practice of spiritual skills, Wu Du Tou Zhuge Ling will not personally teach, but will be guided by the old disciples of the Nu Yuan. In addition to not being absent from the military battle class, he arranged his time to the full, including refining bones, telekinesis, copying runes, and improving spiritual power cultivation.

But new problems soon arose.

A year after entering the Slave Academy, Du Xiaoqiu was successfully promoted to become a spirit master, and half of the new disciples were like him.

Wei Zhen's cultivation was still around the eighth level of spiritual power, and his progress was very slow, the only thing that made him a little happier was that the second wisp of telekinesis had finally grown to the same size as the first wisp of telekinesis, and the spiritual energy bomb could barely be released.

As for the reason for the slowest improvement in cultivation, Wei Zhen himself certainly knew it, because he had cultivated the "Bone Refining Method" in the Shura Secret Book, every time he refined his bones, the consumption of spiritual power was extremely great. What's more important is that the bones that have been refined can absorb spiritual power on their own, and although these spiritual powers can be mobilized according to his will, they will not be stored in the sea of qi to increase cultivation. Whether such a result would be good or bad for his future cultivation path, Wei Zhen couldn't figure it out. In addition to the past teachings of Old Man Wei and Mao Yiqing, he also has a kind of thought, since he is determined to do one thing, he will never give up halfway, so although he is anxious to see the people around him cultivate one by one to surpass him, he still insists on cultivating the "Bone Refining Method", and in a year's time, he can sacrifice one-fifth of his own bones.

The biggest problem in front of reality is actually his lack of spirit stones.

After sleeping for nearly a year, Xiao Hei Hei woke up again, his size grew a circle again, his body was fat and smooth, and he was like a ball of meat, these Wei Zhen didn't care much, what really made him feel incredible was that he actually found that there were a few times in its occasional blue eyes that flashed a bit of human cunning, this strange feeling was just like the silver snake he faced when he was looking for the "Heavenly Star Flower".

In addition to these, Xiao Heihei's interest in food also seemed to have undergone a subtle change, and the attraction of ordinary spirit stones to it was no longer as strong as before, and Wei Zhen had seen it actually eating some kind of wild fruit or tree stem a few times.

After secretly observing carefully for a while, Wei Zhen confirmed that Xiao Heihei had no other abnormalities after waking up, and his attention once again shifted to the problem of obtaining spirit stones by himself.

On this day, Wei Zhen finished collecting the sequoia wood alone and returned to the wooden house.

After Du Xiaoqiu was promoted to spirit master, he no longer received this kind of low-level task, because he also handed in ten sequoia woods, and he only got two spirit stones in exchange, which was a disguised incentive method for spirit master-level disciples in the slave courtyard. The rules of the Nuyuan Academy stipulate that the junior spirit master disciples can only exchange ten spirit stones by collecting the teeth of the toothbreaker beast or the bayonet spear of the silverfish under the sea, and the toothbreaker beast and the sea silverfish are all first-class demon beasts, although Wei Zhen can also kill them, but it takes a lot of twists and turns. Du Xiaoqiu once proposed that the two of them should complete this hunting task together, and the spirit stones obtained would be divided equally between the two of them. Wei Zhen didn't want to hold him back, so he immediately rejected his kindness.

When Wei Zhen walked into the house, Xiao Hei Hei was lying on his stomach among the futons, stretching out his claws to fiddle with a small piece of spirit stone in front of him, and when he saw Wei Zhen approaching, his eyes flashed, and he quickly grabbed another piece from the skin under his belly.

Wei Zhen glanced at it, and his gaze was about to shift, but he keenly sensed that something was wrong. He immediately leaned closer, grabbed a spirit stone and looked at it carefully, this spirit stone was no more than the size of a walnut, but it made him feel a rich and amazing aura.

"Medium-grade spirit stones?" A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, the aura contained in this small medium-grade spirit stone was completely worth the ten ordinary spirit stones he received every month.