When Xia Wuwu was alone, with the smell of alcohol, holding a lone sword, he returned to the cabin located in a corner of the Dragon League.

He heard the familiar sound of "ding".

"The host triggers the task: blood-stained Zhu Pavilion, choose to go to Zhuan Zhu Pavilion, and get one of two items, Epiphany Incense or Hundred Refining Wine. If you choose to escape, you will get a junior voucher. ”

"Sure enough..."Xia Wuwu hesitated slightly, and then directly chose to accept.

He's not a reckless man, but he's not a person who likes to escape, not to mention that he really needs an epiphany incense here and now.

In the early hours of the morning, the wind and snow were thick outside the window.

He washed his face, washed his hands, and quietly lit a stick-of-the-ordinary sandalwood.

The dark incense shimmered in the darkness with clusters of golden red.

Xia Wuwu reverently crossed his knees, closed his eyes, and rested.

Placing the thin booklet with the mountains in front of his lap, he did not light a candle and there was no moonlight outside the window.

But he turned page by page, letting the mountains turn into illusory fingers in the darkness and press against him.

It's getting heavier and heavier...

He was almost out of breath.

But the mountains and mountains in my mind are becoming clearer and clearer.

Syllable.

Having reached the last page, he closed the booklet that he had not even looked at.

Sandalwood curls, once an epiphany.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know if it was the sky or the snow outside.

Xia Wuwu slowly opened his eyes.

The cold voice of the system came: "Congratulations to the host for completing the task: Shan Fei San, the proficiency of the Mountain Character Sutra has reached 30%. Get 3 Epiphany Incense Sticks, and a chance to draw advanced exercises, do you want to draw them?"

"Extraction. ”

The countless exercises on the broken wall began to rotate, like a whirlpool, and finally settled, and the words "eight steps to catch the cicada" appeared.

"It's an explosive-based light skill, and it's not bad. Xia Wuwu nodded, after all, he didn't expect to obtain any anti-heaven martial arts and divine skills through high-level exercises.

With three epiphany sticks in hand, he began to think about how to use them.

"If it is used to comprehend that mythical-level exercise, I don't know what will happen to the Ten Thousand Tribulation Gluttonous Seal?" he pondered, after all, after obtaining this exercise, he had tried to cultivate countless times, but there was no progress at all.

Because the "Ten Thousand Tribulations Gluttonous Seal" that poured into his mind was not a text at all, not even a graphic like the Shanzi Sutra...

He had no idea what it was!

Whenever I recall it, it is a blank, which seems to have the same effect as the wordless heavenly book.

But the wordless book is just obscure, but this exercise is a real blank.

If it weren't for the 1% proficiency level, as well as the palpitating mysteries and awe-inspiring demons that made him feel all the time, Xia Wuwu would have really thought that this was a fake exercise.

He also tried to perform this so-called mythical exercise, but as soon as the thought came up, his heart beat wildly, and the instinct of the creature for survival made him immediately dispel this thought.

For he felt as if he had stretched out his hand to death, to the treacherous demon, as if to touch the bleeding fangs, the fangs of death.

Use it, and you will die.

So, he didn't dare to try again, at least not now.

For the thirst for mythical-level exercises, Ling Xia Wuwu still lit an epiphany incense for it.

Purple smoke fills the air.

The incense has burned out, but Xia Wuwu is at a loss, as if he has realized something, but he doesn't seem to realize anything.

Casually turned away Mi Zi and looked at the state.

Exercise: Ten Thousand Tribulations Gluttonous Seal (Mythology): Proficiency 1.01%.

"An epiphany incense actually only increased one-ten-thousandth of his proficiency..."Xia Wuwu nodded, he was no longer ready to invest anything in this bottomless pit exercise, at least not now.

As for the remaining two epiphany incense, he immediately threw himself into the follow-up comprehension of the Shanzi Sutra.

He didn't use two in quick succession, but he used one first, then fell asleep, and then woke up and used another one.

In this way, the effect is obviously better.

When he called up Mi Zi to check the status, concise text appeared on the monitor.

Exercises: Mountain Character Sutra (Secret Technique): Proficiency 60%, Special Effects: Shadowing, Doomed, Poisonous Martial Arts.

"I haven't noticed it before, this Mountain Character Sutra is actually a secret technique, not a division of entry, advanced, top-level, etc.?" Xia Wuwu spared his head, pondering for a while, he seemed to understand a little.

This secret technique cannot be used alone, but as a supplement to enhance the use of your other exercises.

For example, the so-called doomed, that is, no matter how the enemy dodges, your weapon can always stab where you want to stab, so this "doomed" is also doomed, and the most suitable for exerting the power of the Shanzi Sutra is a long-range attack weapon such as a bow and arrow.

But it is also obvious that a lot of internal force is consumed.

Maybe this is the reason why you need to endure the humiliation of the gods and the mountain character scripture to practice the sad little arrow, right?

For example, "Poison Weapon" can make all your weapons with poison...

Originally, cultivators needed to integrate poison into their internal strength and into their bodies, but for Xia Wuwu, what he added was only a mountain of thick ink and demonic that appeared on the back of his hand when he was lucky.

Like tattoos.

As for "separation", Xia Wuwu didn't want to use it.

He had studied this formula carefully for a long time, and he had already understood what it was for.

Consume part of your own life vitality and pour it into the shadow, so that the ghost shadow is heavy, and the ghost can also kill.

These ghosts are immortal, and if they are cut open, they will be split in two, and there will be more and more.

But if the person who is the subject of the act dies, these shadows will also collapse accordingly.

For this kind of life-consuming exercise, Xia Wuwu has always been dismissive...

Push the door out and after a simple meal.

In the snow, he practiced the sword technique of warding off evil spirits, supplemented by the sword technique of warding off evil spirits in the Shanzi Sutra.

His movements are not coherent or elegant, just a kind of "quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit" like a stabbing attack, stabbing snow, snow becomes black snow...

When the sky is pierced, there is a sky full of black snow, mixed with a thick fishy smell and a dizzying smell.

It's poison.

But Xia Wuwu was not affected by these poisons, or since he practiced the Shanzi Sutra, his poison resistance has also been improved unconsciously.

Get up in the morning to practice swordsmanship and light exercises, pranayama in the afternoon to run the week, and at night to quietly reflect and understand what you have learned in the day.

And there are only two days left before the battle of Zhuang Pavilion.

An atmosphere of mountain rain coming and wind full of buildings enveloped the entire Dragon League.

Yes, it's time to send troops and cut off all those who dare to reach into the Dragon Alliance.

The disciples of the Dragon League in the surrounding places rushed back one after another, and in the originally empty buildings and courtyards of the city, there were many unfamiliar faces, some young, some steady, some hot-blooded, and some gloomy.

The restaurant is only dusk, and it is already full.

Qinglou is also average.

Xia Wuwu, burning incense, bathing, changing clothes, sharpening the sword with the palm of his hand.

Sit quietly in front of the window, under the moon.

The sword was an ordinary sword, but he treated it with a pious and calm heart, because tomorrow, it was the only companion he could rely on.