As the death of the bone beast disappeared, the desolate scene of the moon falling and the stars sinking, Zhang Xu returned to the cave where the monument in the clouds was enshrined.

Originally, he thought that the Cloud Monument was just providing him with the opportunity to test the sword with the evil spirit, but at this moment, he looked at the puddle of slime-like material that was still left on the ground, and his mind couldn't help but become a little active.

[Evil Remnant: A spiritual object that can be absorbed by the evil to improve the compatibility between the Strange Painter and the evil spirit. 】

"And this kind of good thing?"

The young man's "eye blessing" magic power was activated, and after carefully reading the text information, he couldn't help but be amazed, stroking his palms and laughing.

He now has two evil cults, [Eye Blessing] and [Black Bone Three Corpses], the latter has reached a ninety percent fit with himself, and the supernatural power has also evolved into a more practical "Knowing Doom Fit", so he doesn't need this thing for the time being.

Well, I had to give the former.

He walked over, wrapped his right hand with a gas machine, picked up the remnants of the evil spirit, and took out the "Strange Chronicles of Heavenly Reputation" in the sea of knowledge, and turned to the page with the evil of [Eye Blessing] with his left hand.

Zhang Xu moved his right hand and placed the evil remnant on the page, and the jelly-textured evil remnant was like the frost and snow of the scorching sun, and it disappeared.

A mysterious feeling came out of his heart, and he closed his eyes and felt that he was more in tune with the [Eye Blessing] evil, even if there was only a trace of this feeling.

The young man opened his eyes, but saw that on "Strange Reputation", the compatibility between the evil of [Eye Blessing] and himself was still eighty out of one.

However, the feeling just now will not be fake, but the Bone Beast is only a treacherous-level evil, and the effect of using it to improve the calamity-level evil is definitely not too good, and the increase this time is less than one percent, so it can't be shown.

Zhang Xu raised his eyes and looked at the traces of the inscription in the clouds, and all the handwriting was dimmed, and he could no longer choose.

Sure enough, you can't reuse the time shadow function of the cloud tablet at the moment, is it a one-time game?

He let out a long breath and waved at the monument in the clouds, and then he stepped out of the light gate that connected the cave and returned to the side of the Ten Thousand Things Ding.

Anyway, today's trip to the Temple of Heaven is still rewarding, not only can I practice the sword with the evil spirit once, but also add a trace of fit, which is already good.

The young man reached out and touched Wanwuding's ear, expressed his gratitude, and said goodbye.

The latter responded by gently stirring his long hair.

Zhang Xu nodded, the qi machine wrapped the mending stone, visualized the appearance of the practice room in his heart, and returned to the top of Gushen Peak smoothly with a "snort".

Lying quietly in the middle of the night, the insects are exhausted, and the clear moon rises out of the mountain and the light enters the door.

The boy sat cross-legged on his feet, sinking into the silence brought by the cold moonlight.

His heart was clear, his spirit was lifted, and his qi continued to run for a long time.

When the sergeant heard this, he acted diligently. The path of cultivating the truth is like this.

"Boom-"

I don't know how long it took, but the clock chime, only for a moment, means that the time has come to the sub-hour, and it is a new day.

Eh, will the time shadow function of the cloud tablet be used once a day?

Zhang Xu, who had just finished another week, suddenly opened his eyes.

It's a magical feeling, just like when he's on Earth, waiting for the game stats to refresh at 12 midnight.

Thinking is fruitless, only seeing is believing.

He wrapped the qi machine around the Mending Heaven Stone again, and started his second trip to the Mending Heaven Temple tonight with a "snort".

The door of the outer hall is still "squeak~", and he opened it for you shyly, and the young man hurriedly took a break to thank him slightly, and went straight to the front of Wanwuding, stretching out his hand to communicate with him.

After a few breaths, Zhang Xu smoothly entered the place where the cloud stele was, and the latter sensed his breath and generously unfolded the branches of the collection traces again.

Sure enough, the traces of the four levels of mortal, blood, treacherous, and sacrificial were once again emitting golden light!

Mortal-level and blood-level evils are not considered for the time being, and the remnants provided are only afraid to be even weaker, which is not as good as what the treacherous-level evils provide;

And the strength of the sacrificial-level evil cult is at least in the late stage of foundation building, so it is naturally not considered;

The young man smiled slightly, couldn't help but speak, stretched out his right index finger again, and clicked on the [Bone Beast].

Persimmon pick soft pinch, brush dog food materials, of course, choose my cooked weird!

……

The same waning moon, the same stone pile, the same magic circle, the same bone beast.

However, even if you try the sword, the swordsmanship does not need to be the same.

Zhang Xu styled "white clouds out of Xiu", and the breath of the five elements in the formation was invoked by him at will, and the thick and thick mist covered the entire formation tightly.

"Whew! ——”

The clouds surged, and a swift sword stabbed out from it, the sword light was only a foot wide, but it cut into the neck of the Dapeng bird lion like thunder!

The sword was struck, but the bone beast was dying, raising its claws to fight back, in a vain attempt to die with this boy with fine skin and tender flesh.

So two more swords came out of the clouds, and the bone beast was cut into six parts.

Crisp and neat, lying groove ruthless.

"It actually takes three swords to kill, I'm afraid that this style of 'Baiyun Chuxiu' won't be able to practice at home, so I'll ask my uncle for advice tomorrow."

Zhang Xu put away his sword and cleaned up the battlefield.

There was a pool of treacherous evil remnants left on the ground, no different from what was obtained in the morning.

The boy picked it up and fed it to the [Eye Blessing] evil as well, and the feeling that was more in tune with it came again.

This method is possible.

Although he still hasn't improved the fit from eighty to one to eighty to two, as long as he comes to take the time shadow every day to try the sword, accumulate thick and thin, and wear water drops, the quantitative change can eventually form a qualitative change!

Zhang Xu looked at the cloud monument in the cave and suddenly felt that it was extremely cute.

……

In the early morning, the young man bought many jars of fruit wine from the holy land, and tried and tested it repeatedly with the distillation process, and finally obtained a jar of liquor with a very mellow taste.

He brought such flavored wine to Wuxian Peak as a guest, and he was justified and loud:

"Uncle Shi, it seems that my style of 'Baiyun Out of Xiu' can't be practiced well, please give me some advice."

"Don't be in a hurry," Xun Yangzi sniffed, staring at the wine jar in the young man's hand with hot eyes, "It's not too late now, my nephew can pour me a glass of that wine." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Zhang Xu smiled.

Practicing swords during the day, practicing at night, and going to the Temple of Heaven at midnight to try the sword has become the next fixed schedule for teenagers.

On this day, it is a beautiful day.

"Knock, knock—"

The Great Bell of the Holy Land struck thirty-six times in a row, and this was the gathering bell to let the elders and disciples of the Holy Land go to the square.

It has come to the day when the Holy Land mentioned by the Dao Xuanzi Sect will hold a conference.

After the business arrangement of the outer disciples in the past few days, the already magnificent holy land square has added a bit of joy, and the disciples sit in front and back according to the inner door and the outer door, in an orderly manner.

At the beginning of the day, Dao Xuanzi and Shaorong Fairy stood on the high platform, the former didn't know what kind of spell he cast, obviously the outer disciples were far away, and they could still hear the sound of the palm like a bell:

"A few days ago, the three demon sects besieged my Xuanji Holy Land, and the elders fought the Jindan period demon cultivators outside the mountain gate, and the disciples formed a formation inside the mountain gate to resist Xiaoxiao's entry into the mountain!

"In the end, the formation of the first vein of the formation was strong, and the formation turned into a dragon, killing the two Yuan Infant demons one after another! I and Shaorong Sect Master are just out of the level, and we will work together to annihilate the remaining demon cultivators in one fell swoop!

"God bless Xuanji, the Holy Land is rewarded!"

As soon as Dao Xuanzi's words came out, the disciples ridiculed one after another:

"Thank you for your generous gift!"