If the spiritual power coming from the back is one, then Gao Chuan's own spiritual power reserves are one million.

Even if the spiritual power that he unconsciously escapes every second is a thousand times that of this faint fluctuation, just moving his fingers slightly, the energy consumed is far more than this supplement.

However, there is no such comparison between the two.

After all, this spiritual power does not need Gao Chuan to gather spiritual energy to extract, nor does he need to spend energy to guide it, it is like a small river that appears out of thin air, a light rain without an end, and the weak but endless power converges to the sea of spiritual power of the cultivator.

The most important thing is that the current progress of the spirit pattern inscription has not yet reached one-tenth of the surface of his back, and the formation has still not been formed, and the complete version of the infinite power spirit pattern can be continuously expanded through the formation, and every cell is covered from the inside to the outside with the flesh of the spirit pattern person. At that point, maybe the amount of spiritual power he could get every second exceeded the total amount of spiritual power he had now, and it was worthy of being a spiritual pattern that even Jindan cultivators found very useful.

Of course, Gao Chuan was indeed curious about where this spirit pattern got its energy from, but he also knew that with his current realm, there was no way to understand the truth.

"Jin Dan Zhenren, they can draw infinite power from their own cave heaven, this type of infinite spiritual power is only relative, it just breaks the closed system of the world we are in and transfers energy from other places...... Could it be that this spirit pattern is the same?"

Tried to think for a while, but Takakawa decisively gave up and continued to investigate.

It didn't matter to him whether there was an unknown existence that produced a steady stream of energy differences, or if the spirit pattern had crossed the closed system to channel energy from the unknowable outside world. Anyway, as long as it works. The source is good.

Instead of thinking about these pointless things. It is better to experience and guide the pulsation of this faint energy, and let yourself control the microscopic level of spiritual power to a higher level.

Time was spent between inscription and guidance, and Gao Chuan focused his attention on this tiny aura, watching step by step how they cycled and combined to form a formation.

After a look and a thought, an understanding and a gain, in the blink of an eye, it was five days later.

"The initial inscription is over. One-twentieth of the cells of your body are engraved with spirit patterns, and the next expansion of the spirit patterns depends on your own development. ”

After saying this, the blue ink ball of light turned around and disappeared into the room, and there was a vague remnant of a sentence: "...... The more you fight, the more you are injured, and the faster the spirit pattern spreads......"

“......”

Standing up, moving his slightly stiff body, which had not moved for several days, Takagawa spread his hands. Then he clenched into a fist, and a blue-blue glow spilled out between his fingers. Turned into a shock wave and blasted to the ground.

"It's time to go. ”

Putting on his clothes and covering the countless spiritual patterns that radiated light on his back, the calm-faced cultivator exhaled lightly and opened the door.

"Hunting, begin. ”

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There is no human settlement in the western mountains that can be called a country, and most of the mountain people live scattered on the edge of the mountains, forming villages, but there are still some cities around some flat basins and rivers.

In the northwest of this large state, there is a large area of snow-capped mountains that spread for tens of thousands of miles, and they are the source of several rivers in the surrounding large states, from which countless rivers emerge, spreading pure water to various places, and finally flowing into the deep sea.

On the edge of the snow-capped mountains in the northwest, next to a river called Huanhong, there is such a city built by mountain people.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there was a giant demon living in this river, its body was shining brightly, resembling a big sparrow, the sound of the song spread to dozens of miles in all directions, resisting fire and controlling water, soaring clouds and driving fog, it was the master of the surrounding hundred miles, so everyone called this river Huanhong.

There is a follow-up to the story - a mountain people deeply felt the pain of the big demon infestation, so he vowed to hunt this demon one day, he asked the immortals, and finally worshiped under the Zhenyuan Sect, after the achievement of the Jindan real person, the real person killed the giant demon, and then he took the bones of the demon beast as the base, and the flesh and blood as the wall, and cast a city.

This is the source of the mountain city, the wild goose falling city.

Because the city is near the river, so this mountain city is relatively prosperous, the number of residents is also one of the best in the entire West Mountain, every day there are countless demon hunting teams from here, to the southeast of the monster beasts gathering place to look for prey, there are also many medicine pickers to the northwest of the snow iceberg digging ginseng and picking semen, looking for life-changing opportunities.

In the terraced fields around the city, a monk dressed in blue clothes stood in the middle of the mountain path, looking into the distance.

With more people, more resources are naturally needed. Even if the cultivator can ensure that the wind and rain are smooth, but the labor that should be done still needs to be done, whether it is stone or metal, food or wood, it needs to be collected, and now, there are many figures in this field who are busy, full of vitality, not at all like the mountain village where the blue-clothed cultivator once lived, which made him feel a little emotional.

Slowly approaching, he took a closer look at the city.

The walls of Yanluo City are tall and solemn, there are many magnificent towers and arrow towers standing on it, the gray stone looks extremely hard, and there is a faint spiritual light flowing on it, and the sense of heaviness comes to the face, and there is an indestructible momentum.

It is now noon, and there are very few pedestrians on the road, in fact, except for the time when the demon hunter team picks herbs and the peasants and miners set off and return in the evening, there will not be many people hanging out, in the West Mountain, people's life is relatively difficult, there is no room for idleness, people produce and process all kinds of materials in the city, most of them are bows and arrows, armor, hunting nets and medicines, and men are responsible for fighting and farming, in short, everyone has a corresponding job, even if it is crippled.

"You look pretty good...... Stranger, please show proof, or I won't let you into town. ”

At the gate of Goosefall City, a guard with only one hand frowned and walked towards the blue-clothed cultivator.

There were two huge centipede-like scars on his face, spanning the entire face, turning his originally neutral appearance into a hideous one.

"Give. ”

Handing over a card shaped of a spar, the blue-clothed nun looked at the scar on the guard's face, seemingly intrigued.

"The first person I didn't expect to meet was, so lucky. ”

He sighed quietly.

“...... Well, no problem, it's a pass from Zhenyuan Sect......"

After checking and confirming, the guard nodded and prepared to let people into the city, but after discovering the sight of the blue-clothed cultivator, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, "What to see, what to see." ”

"This scar of yours was left after fighting the demon beast, right?"

Retracting the pass, the Frin in blue continued to scrutinize the guard.

"What's the matter? In this kind of place, most of the injuries are left behind by hunting demon beasts! This is the city of wild goose fall, what man hasn't killed a few demon beasts?"

Not caring about the anger in the other party's words, the blue-clothed cultivator's eyes remained unchanged, staring at the scar and broken arm, and continued, "Your strength is not bad, although you are only second-order now due to the loss of blood and qi due to heavy injury, but it should have been a cultivation of around the fourth order back then. Back then, when your strength was at its peak, even if you encountered a demon beast stronger than you, you would definitely be able to run away, and it would be impossible for you to be so seriously injured, but if it was a Jindan demon beast, it would be impossible for you to survive. ”

"Are you trying to find fault? Who can't see this?!" The guard looked really angry, the young guy in front of him didn't open the pot, he hated it the most when people talked about his injuries, it was a shame for years!

However, after hearing the next sentence spoken by the blue-clothed cultivator, the one-armed guard was dumbfounded, unable to say half a word.

"I know that you were injured when you were attacked by a group of monsters when they went berserk, and you were shaking and unable to move. ”

Shifting his gaze, the blue-clothed cultivator, Gao Chuan and the guard looked at each other, and he said with a smile: "At that time, the sky suddenly changed, and the blue-red fluorescent clouds shrouded the surroundings, as if something was watching you, making you inexplicably frightened, and you could only run away. ”

"You...... How do you know? They didn't believe me, they just laughed at me for being cowardly...... But Lao Tzu really couldn't move at that time, and he could only run in the end!

The guard pointed at Gao Chuan with the remaining hand, his face unwilling, "I finally escaped, leaving one life, everyone else is dead!"

Speaking of this, the scar on his face trembled, very hideous, but there was a trace of tears flashing in his eyes.

"Big Fox, Xiao Li, Brother Gong...... So many people have died, if it weren't for taking care of their families, I would have died too much, what would I do to lie to them!"

"Don't be upset, I know the reason for this, and I can let you understand the truth of the matter. ”

In the guard's surprised eyes, Gao Chuan took a step forward, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the guard's severed arm, and said solemnly, "Not only that, I can help you recover the broken arm and eliminate the scar, as long as you help me with one thing." ”

"What's the matter?"

The guard didn't seem to react yet, and he paused for a moment before hurriedly asking, "Wait, you really know what's going on?!

"That's natural, though, you'll have to answer my question. ”

Looking into the guard's eyes, Takakawa looked very serious.

In his psionic vision, deep in the bone marrow of this guard's severed arm, there was a blue-red fluorescent flash.

It was a terrifying, disgusting aura, and Takakawa had been trekking through the mountains for months after chasing it, and finally found a clue here.

This guard has the smell of dragon rage.

He felt very emotional, but he smiled.

"Tell me where you encountered those mad monsters. ”

The blue-clothed cultivator's chest was pulsating with a surging vitality pulse, and his right hand condensed a turquoise aura, and he placed the light of life in front of the guard's eyes, which was so obvious that it could be seen by the naked eye, and asked loudly.

"Tell me, and I'll help you recover your cultivation and get the status you deserve, instead of going through the wind and rain here, just being a guard at the gate. (To be continued.) )