The old priest made a cloak behind closed doors.

Wu Qujian researched the source water and treated the injury.

Su Qi soaked in the book house of the Holy Family, flipping through the many records.

It is worth mentioning that the script of the Holy Clan, like their language, is very close to the modern script, and it is not difficult to discern it.

At the same time, Jiang Wang also announced a retreat.

He resolutely refused to admit that it was because he lacked the idea of helping Qing Qishu "get along", and he was afraid of Qing Qishu's entanglement.

He was there to practice.

In the fruit house, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged.

The little black snake trapped by the Divine Soul Flower Sea was still in the Tongtian Palace, and it had been wandering around thoughtlessly since the death of the Hidden Snake King, and after entering the Land of Divine Shade, it was sluggish.

This made it easier for Jiang Wang's research.

The composition of the Divine Soul Flame Flower is based on the power of the Divine Soul, replacing the Dao Yuan, and directly spawning with the idea of the Dao Flame Flower.

Conversely, can we reverse the process of their composition by analyzing these little black snakes?

The caster is dead, lacks control and has lost the follow-up power, and the Dao power that still exists in the Tongtian Palace is undoubtedly rare material.

Spiritual practice is a process of understanding the world, understanding oneself, exploring, seeking knowledge, and having fun.

Jiang Wang was not afraid of fatigue and hard work, but the difficulty of analyzing such a Dao technique was still beyond his imagination.

When I returned from the Land of the Hidden Serpent, it was already afternoon.

For a whole night, plus the next day and a night, the analysis of this Divine Soul Dao technique was still not completed.

If this Dao technique is compared to a whole black snake, then he has just analyzed half of the snake's body, which is still the half of the snake's tail.

It was already the last day before dealing with Yan Xiao, and time did not allow him to continue to analyze.

Fortunately, he already has a foundation, and he can use this foundation to deduce on the stage after leaving the Senhai Source Realm. It's nothing more than a matter of work.

That's the benefit of being too illusory.

......

Jiang Wang sat in front of the old priest.

At this time, Wu Quji's injuries had recovered, and Su Qi was still in the library to explore the answer.

After the production of the hidden clothes was completed, the priest first called Jiang Wang alone, and Jiang Wang did have the need to communicate with her.

"It's the best of the four. ”

The old woman took out one and stacked it in front of Jiang Wang.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is a gray caftan.

The modest style, the ordinary color, is not conspicuous at first glance.

You have to look closely to see that it is extraordinary.

The most important thing is that the whole kaftan is complete and thoughtful, without the slightest trace of sewing, as if animal fur is born like this. That's about it.

The material of this hidden dress is naturally the hidden snake king.

"Four?" Jiang Wang stroked his hidden clothes, a little puzzled.

"Only four pieces were made in the first batch. Seven Trees will also go with you to hunt the Yan Xiao, so one of them belongs to him. The old woman said.

"Qing Qishu is also going?"

The old priest, of course, knew where his doubts came from, and responded, "He is only responsible for defense, and he will try to help you resist the attacks of the Yan Xiao, so that you can inflict more damage." In this way, it will not affect the outcome of Yan Xiao's death. ”

If Qing Qishu only defends and does not attack, it will indeed not touch the rules of Yan Xiao's resurrection. It's just that......

"It's too dangerous for him. Jiang Wangdao.

The old woman said slowly: "Escaped from the hunt, this is his responsibility." He also has a corresponding awareness, you don't have to worry. ”

Jiang Wang finally understood. In the land of hidden snakes, when Qing Bazhi asked Qing Qishu why he didn't bring a knife, Qing Qishu replied with a "practice", what did it represent.

That guy who is giggling, five big and three coarse, has indeed come to his senses.

"Actually......" Jiang Wang thought for a moment and said, "I don't have confidence in killing Yan Xiao. ”

He has nothing to hide, his own safety is at stake, and he doesn't have to twist.

Originally, he had doubts about Yan Xiao, but after the trip to the Land of Hidden Snakes, the quality of his "comrades-in-arms" also made him dissatisfied.

As a medical monk, Wu Quji's combat effectiveness has been verified, and it cannot be said that it is very weak, but it is not strong either.

Su Qi was emotionally broken, and it was difficult for him to play at his peak. Now that he is concentrating on the "Night Invasion", if he really gets any clues, it is not impossible to abandon Yan Xiao directly.

There is no need to be humble, take them to kill Yan Xiao, he Jiang Wang is the absolute main force.

This also means that he bears the greatest danger.

There is no need to mention any mission or honor.

After all, the Senhai Holy Clan was completely unfamiliar to him. Even if there has been contact with Qing Qishu in the past few days, it is still far from reaching this level to say that he is working hard for them like this.

If things were not harmonious, he would rather leave the Land of the Divine Shade and find another opportunity to leave the Senhai Source Realm. There is really no other way, and it is not too late to come back and face Yan Xiao.

The old priest has been in the world for a long time, and of course he will not fail to see Jiang Wang's emotions.

Sending the source water before, and now telling him about the enlightenment of the green seven trees, is all to strengthen his faith. But apparently the effect is not enough.

"I know that you may have doubts about Yan Xiao, and I can understand that. Resolving your concerns is what I should do as a priest of the Holy Family. ”

The old woman said: "Then young man, you want to hear it, in order to weaken Yan Xiao. What are we doing?"

Jiang Wang said: "I want to hear about it." ”

"What I'm telling you below, you can't divulge to anyone. ”

"I'm not as close to Su Qi and Wu Quji as you think. It's not like it's all talking. ”

The old woman said, "I'm not referring to them, but to my Holy Clansmen. ”

Jiang Wang suppressed the doubts in his heart and only said, "Please speak." ”

The old woman suddenly asked about something that seemed unrelated: "Before, the envoy of Wu Qu asked me why the Holy Clan didn't send the old man and the child to Yan Xiao, but let the young warrior sacrifice through the method of 'hunting'. Do you remember my answer?"

"The old man is history, and the child is the future. Jiang Wang's answer did not lag, because in fact, he agreed with this answer.

But the old priest said, "It has nothing to do with history, and nothing about the future." It's not about honor, it's not even about morality, it's just about Yan Xiao. ”

Jiang Wang silently waited for the following.

"Young man, I can see that you are a trustworthy person. The old woman's eyes were kind.

Jiang Wang didn't speak. There is no need for him to be modest on this point, because he is indeed trustworthy.

The old woman's tone suddenly became melancholy: "When I was as old as Qinghua, I also met a young man like you. He is also an outsider, and he was also summoned by the dragon god. ”

"It was a wonderful old age...... she sighed softly.

"Listening" is a very important ability, no one has taught him, but Jiang Wang has long understood it. At this moment, he just looked at the white-haired old woman in front of him and expressed his concentration with his eyes.

"He's smart, he's hardworking, he's strong. When I met him, it was in a place where the spirit silk flowers were blooming. ”

"The 'flower' of the spiritual silk flower is the spiritual silk, which is born one by one, like hair, and we call it troublesome silk. It's really 'annoying'......"

The old woman sighed, her eyes drooped slightly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and at that moment, there was a kind of girlish shyness: "Sour and astringent, and sweet troubles." ”

Speaking of this, her wrinkled, thin and withered hand patted the futon: "Oh, this futon is woven from spiritual silk. We use it to weave clothes, straw sandals...... Everyone has 'troubles', and everyone can't live without it. ”