If it was before, Zishu might not dare to go, but now, she has refined the Burning Heaven Creation Furnace.

Even if you hide in the furnace space, you can also collect things inside.

As long as you can blend into the bat cave, then there is as much luminite sand as you want.

As for the blood of the fierce beasts, she had already asked Uncle Feng, they all had these kinds of fierce beasts in their area.

As long as you take a little more time on the way back, you can get it.

Zishu's fingers rubbed over the manuscript, which was not of animal skin, but of white paper.

In the Qingyan tribe, except for the few exercise books in the library pavilion, animal skins are used to record at other times.

The Great Wilderness didn't seem to be as backward as she imagined, at least there was paper, ink, and clouds like silk.

And pretty spruce.

Zishu's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the sky, she was very yearning for the outside world!

I wonder what kind of surprises will be brought to her outside?

The corners of Zishu's lips hooked slightly, and it wouldn't be long before she would know.

She looked down, her fingers flipped, and the manuscript turned a page.

This is a pair of inscriptions, and it is also the simplest sharp gold inscription diagram.

According to the manuscript, if you want to make an inscription, you must use your divine consciousness as a pen and engrave the inscription on the weapon.

There are two difficulties in the middle, one is that the divine consciousness is transformed into a pen and paints with a pen;

Another is that this inscription must be drawn in one stroke, without pausing in the middle of the process, in order to succeed.

Zishu closed the manuscript, and for the past month, she had been controlling her divine consciousness transformation according to the method recorded in the manuscript, but each time the pen that transformed into a shape lasted less than two seconds, and then it dispersed.

As for drawing with a pen, don't even think about it.

Today's divine consciousness has almost consumed the swordfish.

She didn't have the strength to toss the matter of divine consciousness transformation anymore.

Zishu glanced at the inscription again, turned his hand and put the manuscript away, raised his right hand, and traced his fingers in the void.

She was sketching the sharp gold inscription in the void.

During this time, she takes some time out of her day to practice.

Although the divine sense cannot be drawn yet, it is always beneficial to practice more with your hands.

After the wind had grilled the barbecue, Zishu went into the cave, took two wooden bowls, and served a bowl of fish soup for each person.

After dinner, it was still Xiaojing's vigil, and after Zishu completed his daily cultivation tasks, he began to release his divine sense, and suddenly a brush flashing with white light slowly stretched and formed in front of Zishu.

Unfortunately, as soon as the brush took shape, it didn't last for three seconds before it collapsed.

As soon as the brush dispersed, Zishu began to condense these scattered divine consciousness again, and after a while, a new brush appeared.

This time, again, it didn't last for three seconds and then dispersed.

This was repeated until his divine sense was exhausted, and Zishu did not stop.

Repeated practice is not without progress.

A month ago, she couldn't even condense her consciousness into a brush.

Now she can condense it, and she can hold on for more than two seconds.

That's a lot of progress.

Moreover, every time the divine consciousness is exhausted, the next day, the divine consciousness will increase slightly.

It's not much, but it's always good to go up.

After all, she didn't have the skills to cultivate divine sense.

In addition to condensing the brush every day, Zishu still practices the Tiger Blood Killing Fist every ten days.

Since she advanced to the Divine Soul Realm, she will no longer be weak when she hits the Tiger Blood Killing Punch.

However, if Zishu controlled the tiger to kill the enemy, he would still quickly consume his divine sense.

Now, every time she finishes the Tiger Blood Killing Fist, her divine consciousness will also rise, but it will rise very little, unlike the spiritual consciousness realm, which has risen a lot.

Zishu looked at the sky outside, and in another hour, it should be dawn.

She closed her eyes, leaned against the cave wall, and fell asleep.

Sleep is very effective in restoring consciousness, so this month, she tried to keep sleeping for two hours.

In the morning, when the wind came up, Zishu was still leaning against the mountain wall to sleep, as usual, he did not wake Zishu, but came to the cave lightly, and the thorn bushes parted, and after he went out, the thorn bushes automatically closed again.

Shishu woke up to the aroma of barbecue.

She opened her eyes, yawned, stood up and stretched, and it was another full day.

After sleeping for more than two hours, half of his consciousness has recovered, and there should be no problem with daily hunting.

Chirp last night, after dark, squatted on the tree outside and didn't come back.

After Zishu finished washing, he raised his feet and walked towards the outside of the cave.

Before she reached the mouth of the cave, the thorn bushes shrank rapidly, and with a flash of red light, Xiao Jing turned into a red bracelet and returned to her left wrist.

"Uncle Feng, it's morning!" Zishu came out and greeted the wind with a smile.

"Zishu girl is up, the barbecue is almost ready, we have oral today, last night, Jiu Jiu killed two larks.

I roasted one and kept the other for us to eat in the evening. Feng said in a good mood.

Needless to say, the two larks must have flown over Chirp's head again and were knocked down by it.

For this problem of tweeting, Zishu doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Chirp~"

Chirp this will be standing on the head of the wind, the little head is raised high, hearing the words of the wind, very proudly yelled at Zishu, the two little feet are very excited to alternately step on the head of the wind a few times.

Feng's face, which was still smiling, suddenly stiffened a little.

"Yes, my family tweets just a lot. ”

Zishu walked over, as if he didn't see Feng's stiff expression, took the roast meat from his hand, and quickly flipped it.

"Chirp!" Chirp responded happily, flying from the wind's head to Zishu's shoulder.

There was no pressure on his head, and the wind felt a lot more relaxed.

After a while, the lark in Zishu's hand was roasted to a golden brown.

Zishu took it, tore a piece, tasted it, and said, "It's still a good stew." ”

"Uncle Feng, the one in the evening, we will stew and eat it. ”

"Okay. "The wind also feels that it is roasted and eaten, and it is indeed not stewed and delicious.

"Chirp, you taste it too. Zishu tore a piece and handed it to Jiu Jiu's mouth.

Chirp opened his mouth and tilted his neck, swallowing it.

"Chirp~" It's not delicious, it's not delicious.

Zishu heard the unpleasant cry of chirping, chuckled, and said, "Then you should eat raw meat, Uncle Feng, give me a few triangular elk for breakfast." ”

"Good. The wind answered, and took four triangular elk out of the space.

Since being promoted to the intermediate level, a person of the size of the triangular elk has to eat at least seven or eight a day.

However, it now prefers to eat two meals a day, morning and evening.

Therefore, every morning and evening, when Zishu and they were eating, they would also take out its blood food by the way.

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