When Min Du saw Yang Ling again, he didn't know how to express the shock in his heart, and completely fell into a state of sluggishness, followed by a wry smile on his face.

After careful calculation, Yang Ling found that in the past dozens of days, he had consumed hundreds of spiritual objects, and they were all extremely precious.

"It's over, I've taken all the rations of Huang Wen and Huang Wu for cultivation, will they starve to death?"

Happiness was followed by pain, and he found that there were not many spiritual objects in the ring left. went to ask Hu Chao for it, but he only collected more than 100 plants, which was not enough for the two boys to eat for three days.

He crept into a clearing in a corner of the tribe, where many children were playing.

He Keren stood in the middle, and the other children surrounded her, like stars and moons.

In the outermost periphery, Huang Wen and Huang Wu were like frosted eggplants, weak, lying on the ground with a loud horn, shouting hungry for a while, and shouting for dad for a while.

Dozens of days have passed, and the two of them have lost their previous stubbornness, and they can be regarded as integrated into the tribal environment.

And now the relationship with He Keren is very good, the two big boys follow the little girl's ass all day long, one sister at a time, and they are not affectionate.

Yang Ling felt deeply guilty, and walked over and stuffed some spiritual objects into the hands of the two brothers, although the number was small, but at least it could keep them from fainting from starvation.

"Huang Yu, Huang Yu, you two little monsters are too edible, if you continue like this, if you don't die, I'll die!" he wailed, beating his chest constantly.

In desperation, I can only prepare to take people out to search for spiritual objects, but in this dark sky, finding spiritual objects is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, which is very difficult.

However, he had promised Huang Yu to take care of those two boys, so no matter how hard it was, he had to look for them.

Just when Yang Ling was suffering from gains and losses, and sighed for a long time, a team of tribal guards hurriedly ran over and said respectfully: "Chief, some boxes appeared outside the tribe without warning, and I don't know what they contained. ”

"Boxes?"

He followed the guard and quickly left.

Not far from the tribe, there was a clearing, and at this time a dozen huge chests were neatly placed there.

There were some guards around with torches, standing in line, looking around vigilantly.

"It's all spiritual things!" Slightly closer to the wooden box, Yang Ling felt a strong aura.

Then, he asked the captain of the guard beside him, "Didn't anyone see who left so many boxes?"

The guards looked at each other, their faces flushed, and their expressions were terrified.

"It's the incompetence of his subordinates, and I ask the leader to punish him, and it has nothing to do with the other brothers!" the captain of the guard said eagerly, as if he wanted to take all the blame.

Yang Ling was stunned, he didn't mean to blame these people at all, but the situation had become like this, and he couldn't explain anything, after all, as a tribal leader, if he was too polite or weak, he would lose his prestige.

"Get up, don't make such mistakes again in the future, if the people who come here have bad intentions, it is likely that the tribe will have already been killed in a river of blood!"

His voice was neither light nor heavy, but it made the guards feel pressure, and they all secretly warned themselves that they must keep their eyes open in the future.

"These wooden boxes may have been left by Huang Yu, and the spiritual objects inside were all rations he prepared for his son!" After thinking about it, he felt that there was only this possibility.

When a person is about to die, the most nostalgic thing is his relatives, even Huang Yu is no exception, although he was once an invincible and strong man, he still can't let go of his concern for his son.

Afterwards, Yang Ling ordered people to carry all these boxes into the tribe's meeting hall.

When he opened all the wooden boxes, he was presented with a mountain of spiritual objects, many of which were precious and some of which were ordinary.

One of the boxes actually contained dozens of Bixia grasses, and he was extremely happy to see all this, and his original anxious mood gradually subsided.

He spent a long time sorting these spirits into rough categories, and then put them all into the Ghost Head Ring.

After doing all this, Yang Ling first called Huang Wen and Huang Wu over and let them have a good meal.

Then he ordered all the stewards to be summoned to the council chamber.

"Twelve hours later, our plan to save resources will be implemented, and you will immediately pass on the order, so that nothing will be missed!"

This plan is to let half of the people sleep and the other half to work, so as to save resources, according to the original plan, it should have been implemented more than ten days ago, but Yang Ling has been busy cultivating, so it has been delayed until today.

The group discussed some more specific rules, and then hurried away.

In the southwest corner of the Heavenly Barbarian Department there is a huge house, built extremely strong and safe.

Thousands of wooden beds were neatly placed inside the house, and nothing else.

The next day, half of the people who were about to go to sleep were already lying in bed peacefully, and most of them were carefully watching everything around them, full of nostalgia.

Some were still saying goodbye to their children, whispering to them not to panic and not to make noise.

In the tribe, except for the many guards and cultivators, all the children are not included in this plan, because if they sleep for too long, it is extremely detrimental to their health and is prone to hidden dangers.

Yang Ling was already ready, he sat cross-legged, lightly tapping the wooden fish, reciting the Qingyin formula, silently running the Imperial Divine Technique, these two methods complemented each other, and under the blessing of the wooden fish, it turned into pale golden ripples, and moved towards the thousands of people.

At this moment, time seems to stop, only the faint words of the Buddha remain, everyone seems to have come to a paradise, everywhere is the fragrance of birds and flowers and pure nature, there are no more troubles and sorrows, everything is very peaceful, no one is willing to resist, and no one is struggling.

Time passed slowly, and Yang Ling's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, but he didn't stop, and the true power in his body was like a big river, flowing all the time.

Finally, two hours later, thousands of people were asleep, and the corners of each person's mouth were slightly upturned.

After that, he ordered all the cultivators to come forward and cooperate with the secret method to seal some of the meridian acupuncture points of those tribes, turning them into people who faked their deaths.

When everything was completed according to the plan, everyone let out a long breath, especially those cultivators who were weaker in cultivation, and they were all sweating profusely, obviously because of the excessive consumption.

In the next few days, Yang Ling used the remaining few drops of bone refining liquid to help the four brothers of the Iron Blood Pill Heart and the Righteous Qiankun to depict the foundation array of the Spirit Gathering Array, allowing them all to break through to the late stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

After a few more days, Ku Rong returned from going out to search for survivors, and he lived up to his expectations, bringing back two thousand ordinary people, as well as thirty spiritual cultivators.

Most of these spiritual cultivators are in the Gathering Spirit Realm stage, and the rest are in the Fu Habitat Stage, and the strongest of them is only in the late stage of the Fu Habitat Realm.

Seeing that most of the people were covered in scars, Yang Ling knew that this trip must be difficult.

"On this trip, I used up all the few greengrass plants I had with me. Ku Rong said slightly apologetically.

Yang Ling nodded, did not blame, but asked Hu Chao to take everyone to rest first.

For these new spiritual cultivators, Yang Ling was not at ease, so he used the Imperial Divine Technique to place a ban in their minds.

Although some people were extremely reluctant, they had to bow their heads in the face of absolute strength.

Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, two years have passed.

In the past two years, the decay in the air has become so dense that ordinary people even feel difficult to breathe.

For cultivators, this situation is also extremely unfavorable, as they can barely sense the aura while cultivating.

Without aura, they are like fish out of water.

Not only can the cultivation realm not be improved, but even the body is invaded by some inexplicable black substance, which cannot be removed by any method, like maggots on the tarsal bones, directly attached to the bones, feeding on energy.

For cultivators, this kind of change is nothing, at least they can resist the past.

But it was too deadly for spiritual cultivators, because this substance completely covered the spirit gathering array on their bones, making them unable to absorb the increasingly scarce aura in the air at all.

Therefore, the end result is that the cultivation realm of many spiritual practitioners has dropped again and again, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as extremely miserable.

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