It wasn't until it was almost dark that Xiao Cong slowed down, he slowly continued to walk forward, planning to repeat the old trick, find a thick old tree and dig a tree hole and make do it overnight, this is the best way he can think of now.

Such old trees could be found almost everywhere in the dense forest where he was now, and when he walked and did not want to go any further, he stopped, and there was a perfect choice nearby.

Dig a tree hole, set up a hidden shadow hiding array, and catch a white-eared rabbit to hide in the tree hole and roast it, Xiao Cong thought about what happened today while eating rabbit meat, although it was only a big battle with an electric jackal, and he was not injured, but Master Tiandao Weng often said that it is good to introspect often after all, and he never dared to forget Master's teachings, and after all, this is the first battle of his own eight classics, and he thinks that there are still a lot of refinements in it.

First of all, the first point, and the most bloody and stupid point, he actually let go of a jackal that cultivated the inner pill because of the little kindness of the cultivator, in the final analysis, it was still negligence, so he was now wondering, is there any way to disguise himself foolproofly, it is best to cover up the breath together, he couldn't help but think of the human spirit pill on Steward Qin, but that thing is hard to find, and I don't know how much it cost Xiao Tianyu to get it for him, so he really doesn't dare to ask Xiao Tianyu to put such a human spirit pill in the mustard for him, besides, he is originally a human monk, and it is a trivial fuss to ask for that thing, in fact, it is not very useful.

Thinking of the mustard that Xiao Tianyu gave him, he suddenly realized that he hadn't carefully checked the contents of it, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked a smile, and he said to himself:

"Maybe there's something useful in there!"

So he probed a wisp of divine consciousness into the mustard, and he had never read in the book before what it was like for the monk's spiritual sense to penetrate the mustard, but in his opinion, it didn't seem to be anything special, except for a little discomfort when he first came in, the rest of the time was like walking in a huge space, there was no sound around, and there was no movement, some were just piles of dazzling, and he seemed to have nothing to rely on when he stayed there quietly.

There are so many things here, Xiao Cong couldn't help but wonder how his father moved these things in in a short period of time, besides, the Xiao family has so many things missing at once, won't it cause other people's suspicion and dissatisfaction?

He roughly counted, the book scrolls and codex here add up to no less than 100,000, the spirit stones and spirit diamonds add up to no less than 10 million, and there are all kinds of strange and other things, such as divine trees, dark iron, grass planting, and mud with special effects...... Of course, the most important thing is the elixir, there are thousands of bottles! and the daily necessities are pitifully few, and the clothes are quite a lot.

Xiao Cong smiled bitterly in his heart,

"This old man's heart is really ruthless, don't you plan to let me learn all these things during the training?

He searched among the piles of pill bottles, hoping to find something to disguise himself.

It's a pity that thousands of pill bottles have been found one by one, but they don't even have one that they want, all of them are holy medicines that heal and replenish qi, although the grade is high, but I really can't use it now.

But this problem of disguising his identity is simply imminent, if it is not solved in a short time, he will not be able to improve himself by fighting with the ancient beasts in time, he doesn't want to make too many enemies for himself, and finally end up being chased and killed by the ancient beasts day and night.

Although killing the white-eared rabbit to satisfy hunger is killing, and killing the ancient beast after the fight is also killing, but these two kinds of killing are different in his opinion, killing the white-eared rabbit is for daily needs, which is barely necessary, but killing the ancient beast is not only against the virtue of heaven - after all, it is the enlightened creature that has cultivated the inner dan, and the fight with them is only to improve their cultivation, and the original intention is not to kill them, of course, these are not the most important, and the most important thing is that there is still a hidden danger lurking in his body that is enough to cause trouble in the world- Shura Xiao Cong, he concluded that these gratuitous killings would become nourishment to help Shura Xiao Cong grow, that guy's paranoia and horror he had seen when he was at the bottom of the valley, so even if he died, he couldn't do such a stupid thing that disobeyed his master.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed when I was thinking about it,

"Are there any methods for cultivating truth in those books and codexes?"

For a magic circle family like the Xiao family, it is really unlikely that there are books and codex about the cultivation method in the family collection, but the lack of hope does not mean that there is no hope, besides, how do you know if there is one without trying, so what if you have it!

He came to the place where the books and codex were stacked, and looked at the piles of bamboo paper like a hill, 100,000 pieces, both in terms of words and appearances, it was a little unbelievable.

Finding a book on refining a specific pill is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, of course, this is just for ordinary people, and for cultivation, such problems have already appeared, as the so-called brine point tofu one thing drops one thing, the predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoy the shade, in the endless wisdom of the sages and sages, a method to solve such problems has already been born, in fact, it has long been a well-known thing for passers-by.

Owning a mustard has been a common dream of thousands of monks since ancient times, and Xiao Cong when he was a child was no exception, thinking that when he was in Tiandaoxuan, Xiao Cong, who had the dream of mustard, was in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find and sort out the knowledge about mustard, and looked forward to the day when he could have a rare thing that could hold all things.

I don't know how he was sure that he could have a mustard in the future, innocent or whimsical, but now he does have a mustard that he dreamed of back then, so even if it is a salted fish, he must have a dream, what if it comes true?

For Xiao Cong, the proud son of the sky who came out of the Xiao family, this method is also simple, separating the spiritual power into a gossamer and then consulting the things in the mustard at the same time, which is simply self-taught for the Xiao family, who has always been good at spiritual awareness

As for Xiao Cong, he felt that the method was similar to the method used by his own family to stimulate the divine consciousness of his younger generation.

The sharper the spiritual sense, the stronger the spiritual power, the smoother the time spent when using this method to explore the things of Mi Ke, how strong his spiritual power is, how keen his spiritual sense is, even Ouyang Xun, who has been laughed at and scolded by the master for a lifetime, can play Mi Kei calmly, should a person like him who has just begun to have spiritual power play this thing to the gods.

He groaned for a moment, feeling that he should not be in any danger in the hollow of the tree under the camouflage of the Hidden Shadow Array at this time, so he immersed all his spirit in the mustard, which was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...... The unbroken spiritual consciousness gathered together, as if it was a mess of tangled, and it was obvious that he had failed in this first attempt!

He merged the spiritual consciousness into one and split it again, just now he really underestimated this method of dividing consciousness, he thought that as long as the spiritual consciousness was strong enough, it would be foolproof, but after trying it, he realized that the run-in and control between the spirit and the spiritual consciousness was the most important thing.

This time he was obviously much more cautious, although he still divided the spiritual consciousness into two and four without breaking the transformation, but this time the speed of fission was not as fast as one-tenth of the previous one, and the spiritual consciousness after the split was no longer like a mess of twine, they were straight and straight, like three thousand green silk spread on the table by a young girl.

After about half an hour, the fission of the spiritual consciousness came to an abrupt end, and the filaments that had split slowly wriggled and floated, and the distance between them became larger and larger, and the speed of their movement slowly became faster, and then they sank into the surrounding 100,000 books and codex, silently shuttling at a uniform speed.

From time to time, Xiao Cong, who was still holding a rabbit leg in his hand in the tree hole, suddenly opened his eyes, threw the golden rabbit leg aside, and rubbed his hand on the tattered clothes a few times, and did not forget to raise his arm to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, and then with a right hand, a bundle of bamboo wrapped up by a red rope appeared in his hand out of thin air!

He untied the red rope, spread it over his legs, and studied it carefully.

What is recorded on it is not about the cultivation of mysteries, but a magic circle used to disguise one's body by borrowing the aura of others, saying that as long as there is something with the breath of other beings, it can be transferred to the body of the recipient in the array, and its name is called "painted skin".

After careful study, Xiao Cong scratched his head, his little face was slightly bitter,

"Which Xiao family is full of food, and they actually drummed up this boring thing, not to mention the harsh materials, this difficulty is a bit too high......

He probed his divine sense into Mi Kei again, wanting to find all the items needed to arrange the painting skin, and he didn't know if it was God Kai or Xiao Tianyu had expected it, in short, he took the shit luck this time, and all kinds of spiritual treasures needed to build the painting skin could be found in his Mi Kei!

(End of chapter)