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The layers of images are like clouds of smoke passing by, making people dizzy.

Wang Yuanze felt like a small boat floating in the ocean of time and space, undulating and bumpy in it, but he didn't know where to go.

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar aura swept through the image in front of me.

Wang Yuanze's heart moved, and his eyes suddenly became clear, and when he saw clearly, he found that he was already standing in a wilderness.

The sky is sunny.

All around are extremely primitive, with thorny trees growing entangled, wild grasses more than a foot high, and rolling mountains in the distance.

Wang Yuanze knew that he must have entered a rune secret realm.

But the slightly familiar aura just now can no longer be felt.

Standing in place and observing for a while, Wang Yuanze did not find any danger, so he habitually prepared to use the Sky Control Technique to check around, but found that the sea of qi was empty, and then he suddenly came to his senses, and he blew himself up in the dungeon, and now he has become a mortal again.

Nima, what should I do?

Wang Yuanze stood in place in a daze, his face was entangled, without the support of vitality, how did his divine sense be released?

It stands to reason that only the support of the Yuan Qi can release the Divine Sense, but at the moment, his Divine Sense is still there, and it seems to be much stronger than when he first entered the underground palace, but the Yuan Qi does not have the slightest, isn't this scientific?

Although he hadn't thought about this question for a long time, he also knew that now was not the time to dwell on this issue, but fortunately, his consciousness was intact and the ring could still be opened, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief, took out the jade bottle and swallowed a small Yuan Dan, and then began to meditate cross-legged.

More than ten minutes later, Wang Yuanze's face trembled a few times and opened his eyes, his face was as ugly as constipation.

Xiao Yuan Dan can be refined, but after refining, the Yuan Qi disappears like a mud cow entering the sea, and it can't be classified into the sea of qi.

He originally thought that the vitality could not be stored in the sea of qi after he exploded the essence essence, but this was not the case, but as soon as these vitality entered the body, they were quickly swallowed up by the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Moreover, whether it was the sea of qi, the seven strange meridians, the eight veins, and the five internal organs, they all carried a faint layer of golden light, and the vitality that entered the body was swallowed by these golden lights, and they couldn't absorb it at all.

This Nima problem is a big deal.

Could it be that Lao Tzu's body was broken after being sucked into the blood of the gods by the amulet?

However, Wang Yuanze quickly shook his head and vetoed the idea.

The effect of the divine blood is beyond doubt, after he blew himself up the essence, he was almost crushed by the terrifying battle pressure between Wuyazi and the golden armor god, and it was the amulet that inhaled the divine blood that his body was able to recover quickly.

Right now, Xiao Yuan Dan's vitality has been devoured by divine blood, and if he wants to recover, he can only find a way to recondense the essence seeds or refine these divine blood.

So Wang Yuanze closed his eyes again and began to run the introductory exercises of the Chongxu True Sutra, trying to refine the innate essence essence and condense the essence essence seed again.

But soon half an hour passed, Wang Yuanze opened his eyes again with a confused face.

This time the situation made him even more depressed.

Because no matter how he operated the exercises, he would never be able to perceive the innate essence in his body, and naturally he would not be able to incorporate it into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and refine it into the sea of qi.

As for refining the divine blood, Wang Yuanze felt that the dog bites the hedgehog and has nowhere to put it because the divine blood is almost completely fused with his Qi Sutra, eight veins, five internal organs, muscles, bones, skin, flesh and blood, just like his own body cells, he can't perceive it independently at all, and refining is impossible to talk about.

In other words, self-detonating essence and then absorbing divine blood ꓹ one's own body has been mutated under the transformation of divine blood.

Can't absorb vitality, can't condense essence, can't refine divine blood......

Wouldn't he be able to cultivate for the rest of his life?

Wang Yuanze was depressed and tried to communicate with Wuyazi in the Soul Devouring Bead but did not get any response, thinking of the terrifying battle in the dungeon, Wang Yuanze also knew that Wuyazi suffered a lot in this battle.

What's more, Wang Yuanze is not an assertive person, but cultivating immortals is indeed too strange to him, and he is already a little accustomed to coming out to help at an important juncture.

Perhaps, this is not a good thing.

At the moment, he is still in the rune secret realm deep in the underground palace, no matter how good or bad the situation is, it is best to escape from the underground palace first and plan slowly.

So Wang Yuanze picked up his mood and stood up, and after discerning the direction around, he plunged into the dense layers of barren grass and dense forests, and went to ambush a hill.

Half an hour later, Wang Yuanze stood on the top of a small hill.

Aside from the rolling hills and lush forests that surround it, it seems that there are no borders or torn voids in sight.

Wang Yuanze's face became serious.

This secret realm seems to be different from the two places I entered before, and it is actually very vast.

Not only that, but whether it is the plants, the environment, or the birds and birds flying around and the animals running in the wilderness, Wang Yuanze has a very familiar feeling, that is, this secret realm is not like a fragment of time and space, but is full of a mellow and natural atmosphere, as if it is a real world.

"Dangdangdang......"

The hot wind on the face seemed to be mixed with the sound of bells.

Wang Yuanze's spirit was shocked, he looked around carefully, and finally landed his eyes near a small river at the foot of the hill.

More than ten minutes later, Wang Yuanze had already come to the small river, bypassed a river bay, and sure enough, he saw a few cows grazing on the river beach, and a few boys and girls playing in the river.

The scene looks very warm.

Although Wang Yuanze was excited in his heart, he didn't rush out to ask, but hid in the weeds and observed for a while, and found that these children spoke exactly the same as Shenzhou, at most the accent was a little different.

"Hey, ha~"

Hearing a sound not far away, Wang Yuanze turned his head to look, only to find that under a huge willow tree, a naked teenager in shorts was wielding an iron sword and slashing at the trunk.

The movements are disorderly, but the body is quite flexible, and there is a roaring sound in the mouth between tossing and turning, and the momentum is very good.

"Brother Xiaofeng, you practice martial arts so hard every day, do you want to join the army? What if your aunt is sick and no one takes care of her?"

One was an eleven or twelve-year-old little girl in a cloth skirt with her chin on her hands, sitting in the shade of a big tree and watching the young man practicing swords.

"You don't have to worry about my business!"

The boy slashed back and forth a few more times before he stopped panting, and large beads of sweat rolled down his dark and emaciated cheeks.

The little girl hurriedly took out a clean handkerchief and handed it over, but the boy threw it to the ground, picked up her shirt and wiped her sweat, then turned around and left.

"Brother Xiaofeng......" The little girl picked up the handkerchief and hurriedly followed.

"Go away, don't follow me!" the boy turned and threw the little girl to the ground, and strode away.

The little girl sat on the ground with her forehead covered and cried, although it was more than ten meters away, Wang Yuanze's divine sense could clearly see that the little girl was bleeding on her forehead.

"Evil, this little bastard doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!" Wang Yuanze looked at this scene and couldn't help but twitch a few times.

A few bathing babies in the river ran over when they heard the crying, and then found that the little girl's forehead was bleeding, so they were a little flustered, some comforted, some dressed, and shouted loudly, and a voice behind him sounded: "Let me see if it's okay!"

When a group of children turned around, they saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in strange clothes standing behind him.

"This big brother, Sister Xiaoqing's forehead is bleeding, we are still several miles away from the village, can you send her back!" A sleek little girl grabbed Wang Yuanze's sleeve and begged.

"No, no, my brother has hemostatic medicine!" Wang Yuanze said and took out a porcelain bottle from his cuff, squatted down and looked at the little girl tenderly and said, "Don't be afraid, let go of your hand, let me see the wound!"

The little girl was a little frightened, hesitated for a moment, and slowly let go of her bloody hand.

I saw a half-inch-long wound on the forehead, very deep, and the blood was soaked and gurgling out, flowing down the little girl's thin cheeks, and soon dyed the placket red.

Wang Yuanze's brows couldn't help frowning.

The blood flow is too fast, the wound is not small, and if it is not sutured, the effect of the ointment is very poor, because the medicine will be washed away quickly.

If he could still use his vitality, this little injury would have stopped in the blink of an eye, but unfortunately he was an ordinary mortal now.

"Oh no, a lot of blood!"

"There is a lot of blood, Sister Xiaoqing is afraid that she will die?"

"Big brother, apply the medicine quickly!"

A group of children were all screaming in fright.

"Well, can I make a trick for everyone, I can stop Xiaoqing's wound bleeding without medicine, do you believe it or not?"

Wang Yuanze smiled and took out a pale red rune paper from his cuffs.

"We don't believe it!" the children shook their heads together.

"Look at it, stop the bleeding!" Wang Yuanze gently pressed the hemostatic charm on the little girl's forehead, only to see a red light flash of the talisman paper turned into flying ashes and scattered, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding.

"Wow, big brother, what kind of spell is this, it's so powerful, it stopped Sister Qing'er's blood in one fell swoop!" a group of children cheered as if they had discovered a new continent.

"Don't move, my brother will put ointment on you, and the wound will be healed in a few days, and there will be no scars!" Wang Yuanze opened the medicine bottle, picked out some ointment with his fingers and smeared it on the little girl's wound, and then smiled and asked her to go to the river to wash her hands and face.

With this magical start, a group of children were conquered by Wang Yuanze's methods, so they answered Wang Yuanze's questions, and soon Wang Yuanze roughly figured out the situation nearby.

They are all children of the nearby village of Xiaohe, which is located two or three miles upstream of the river, and there are about a dozen families in total.

The nearest town to Xiaohe Village is called Niutou Town, which is still more than 20 miles away, and dozens of miles south of Niutou Town is the county seat, but they are all a group of children who are eleven or twelve years old and the youngest is only five or six years old.