Chapter 16: Three Days I

Murong Lin Feng arrived at the Everest Peak Spirit Mine, and there were still three days left.

An Dahai had already sharpened his fists against that Feng Young Master, and he wanted to try it, Zhuji Dan's temptation to him was too great, and he didn't have the mentality of Murong Lin Zhi.

Three days, in the eyes of the monks, the exercises ran for a few weeks, and then passed quietly, but for Murong Linzhi, practicing with peace of mind, he could improve his cultivation by one level in three days, and his strength would increase by one point.

Murong Lin Zhi couldn't let time pass in vain, and he wouldn't wait for Hou Murong Lin Feng wholeheartedly in three days.

Living in an existential environment, people can stimulate their greatest instincts.

In the face of the hundred-year beast tide three years later, the thousand-year-old catastrophe of the Murong family, in the past half a month, Murong Lin Zhi has forgotten to sleep and eat, and has forgotten his selfless cultivation.

Therefore, Murong Lin Zhi's strength is constantly growing, and three of the four major clones have broken through to the innate level, among which the clone Uncle Tiger has already reached the second level of innate qi training.

The four followers have all undergone physical transformation, and as long as the three of them have Zhuji Dan, they can break through to the innate without retreating and cultivating, while the other follower, Cui Dazhuang, has already broken through to the innate level.

Just now, in the battle with the demon beast, Cui Dazhuang's Luo's swordsmanship was almost the same as that of the clone.

This is the result of the last ten days or so.

In addition, the surrender of An Dahai, Cui Dazhuang and others allowed him to basically control the spirit mine, and in the battle to exterminate the demon beasts in the future, there is only one voice here.

However, Murong Lin Zhi did not become complacent because of this, he indulged himself with pride, and still worked diligently as always, doing everything to improve his cultivation and strengthen his strength.

As soon as he entered the corpse room, Murong Lin Zhi divided the work to be dealt with with by everyone, and he came to the stone bed, got on the bed, sat cross-legged, and practiced with peace of mind.

The sun is three poles, the sun is like fire, and the ground is like lighting a furnace.

Although there was no sunlight in the pit, the air was not circulating, and it was a little stuffy, which even made Murong Lin breathless.

Murong Lin didn't care about this, he only had one thought in his heart, that is, practice, practice, and practice.

The fresh demon pill had a faint smell of blood, and Murong Lin endured vomiting and held it in his hand.

The demon pill was the size of a basin, Murong Lin Zhi's eyes were slightly closed, and the spiritual cultivation soul chaos technique was running at high speed throughout his body.

The whole body immediately boiled with blood, and the evil qi on the demon pill was devoured one after another, merged with the blood, transported to the sea of knowledge, and integrated into the soul.

The evil qi also carried the resentment of the bear demon, and as soon as it merged with Murong Linzhi's soul, it rushed to the spiritual wall of Zhihai, in a vain attempt to die with his soul.

"Bang...... Syllable...... Bang"

Murong Linzhi's soul was shattered, and the pain made Murong Linzhi only feel that the world was spinning, and his whole body was like thousands of beasts, tearing at his skin and gnawing at his bones.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Murong Lin clenched his teeth, enduring the boundless pain caused by the soul impact, and at the same time enjoying the happiness of the growing soul.

For a day and a night, the basin-sized demon pill became only the size of a fist, and seeing its flawless and crystal clear appearance, Murong Lin wiped the sweat off his face and was satisfied.

Indoors, the two doppelgangers Uncle Tiger and Ji Xiang are familiar with Luo's swordsmanship, and the two practice against each other, but the rich life essence of the demon pill attracts their attention.

With a wave of his hand, Uncle Tiger put the sword in his hand into the storage bag, and his gaze never left the demon pill.

"Deity!" Uncle Tiger reminded Murong Lin Zhi, he licked his lips with his tongue, the fragrance of the demon pill went straight to his mouth and nose, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The demon pill a few days ago, Uncle Tiger and the marrow eater, the pleasure of quickly improving his cultivation and increasing his strength made him have an endless aftertaste.

"No!" Murong Linzhi replied crisply, without a trace of hesitation.

Uncle Tiger and Devouring Demon Pill have not been long ago, and now they are devouring again, although they can quickly improve their cultivation, but it is very unfavorable to their future cultivation.

"When will you give it?" asked Uncle Tiger a little unwillingly.

"Kill me ten, at least ten demon beasts. Murong Lin thought for a moment and replied.

Fighting to the death with the innate demon beasts can not only improve combat experience, but also consolidate Uncle Tiger

Rapid improvement of cultivation.

Uncle Tiger broke through the innate from the day after tomorrow, and then broke through from the first layer of innate qi cultivation to the second layer of innate qi training, which was less than ten days.

For ordinary people, to break through the congenital, they first have to recuperate their bodies for a year, and then retreat, as little as one year, and as many as several years.

The genius of Yunjun broke through from the first level of Qi training to the second layer of Qi training, at least half a year, while Uncle Tiger only took one day and one night.

Now, Uncle Hu's cultivation is not a breakthrough, but a precipitation, and Murong Lin Zhi doesn't want to pull out the seedlings to help him.

"The deity!" Uncle Tiger and Ji Xiang beside him almost drooled, staring at the demon pill with greedy eyes, and the two hands kept rubbing each other.

The deity did not agree to Uncle Huhe's request, which made him see hope, and he thought he had a chance.

"You. Murong Lin smiled, his head shaking like a rattle.

Ji Xiang has not yet broken through to the innate level, whether he can absorb the demon pill, Murong Lin Zhi doesn't know, he definitely doesn't want Ji Xiang to take the risk of trying.

Murong Linzhi pondered for a long time, and decided to leave this demon pill to the other two innate clones, Lu Dadi or Niu Zhong'an were not in the spirit mine, Murong Lin Zhi sent them to investigate the environment around the spirit mine.

In the past, Murong Lin Zhi had been living in the county town, and he was not familiar with the Spirit Mine of Zhulang Peak, plus he was alone, and when he came to the Spirit Mine, no one told him the situation of the Spirit Mine in detail.

Cui Dazhuang, An Dahai is an acquired mortal, mainly living in the mine, unless they go out to collect resources such as domestic water, in order to avoid encounters with innate demon beasts, their range of activities is only two or three miles.

It was the territory of beasts and demon beasts, what kind of demon beasts it was, how many demon beasts there were, Murong Lin Zhi had to know in his heart.

Murong Lin ignored Uncle Hu and Ji Xiang's disappointed face, he took out the stone coffin and decided to hide the demon pill in the coffin and wait for the other two clones to come back.

He slowly injected spiritual power, the coffin was slowly expanded, and when the lid of the coffin was opened, the body of the demon bear was still lying in the coffin, nothing unusual.

On the other side of the coffin, nine bodies lay side by side, as if asleep, exactly as they had been a few days ago.

Murong Lin Zhi put the demon pill that practiced to remove evil qi next to them and observed whether it could nourish the corpse.

After covering the lid of the coffin, retracting the aura, and putting the shrunken stone coffin back into the ring, Murong Lin Zhi took out another demon pill and continued to absorb the evil qi on the demon pill.

At this time, the size of the soul in Zhihai has returned to the appearance of a few days ago, and it occupies just half of Zhihai.

The size is restored, but the quality is very different, the soul used to be like water, now it is like ice.

Even the spiritual consciousness has doubled compared to the past, and in the past, the spiritual consciousness stretched fifty meters outside, and now it has reached a hundred meters away.

Spend one demon pill and four spirit stones, if it was in the past, the soul could be split twice, and now, only let the soul occupy half of the sea of knowledge.

Murong Lin Zhi estimated that he still had to practice the evil qi of the two demon pills before he could make the soul split into two for the fifth time.

However, at that time, his cultivation would be able to enter the peak of the sixth layer of the day after tomorrow, one level higher than Murong Lin Feng.

Arriving at this day is not far away, and it only takes two days and two nights to practice two demon pills.

When Murong Lin Feng arrived at the Spirit Mine, Murong Lin Zhi's cultivation had already broken through.

"Fool, waste, Murong Linfeng, today, you are worse than me, and in the future, you will be out of reach. ”

As soon as he thought of Murong Linfeng's face, Murong Linzhi seized the time to practice again.

The evil qi of the demon pill entered the sea of knowledge and immediately merged into the soul.

The strong soul hit the spiritual wall of Zhihai again and again, making Murong Lin feel painful, and Murong Lin Zhi gritted his teeth and endured it like last time.

Under the constant impact of the soul, the spiritual consciousness slowly expanded, foot after foot.

One day and one night, Murong Lin Zhi finally got through it, and the evil qi in the demon pill had been completely cultivated, and it became only the size of a fist in his hand, white and flawless.

Only the life essence of the demon beast was left in the demon pill, and it was full of vitality.

Murong Lin smiled on his face, two Demonic Pills, and the two innate clones were exactly one for each person.

This time, Uncle Tiger and Ji Xiang practiced with each other with swords, and neither of them looked at the demon pill.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Murong Lin Zhi took out the coffin and prepared to store this demon pill in the coffin.

Infused with spiritual power, the coffin continued to grow, and in the blink of an eye, it occupied half of the room.

Pushing open the lid of the coffin and looking inside, Murong Linzhi's eyes widened.

"This ...... This ......"

The three demon beast corpses stored in the coffin disappeared, Murong Lin Zhi looked left and right, and did not see them, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

"Where did you go?" Murong Lin Zhi's eyes kept searching, but he didn't even find a single fur of the demon beast.

In addition to the demon beast, even the coffin has also changed, it has become two rooms that are not connected to each other, one room, which stores the corpses of nine acquired guards, and the other room, which stores a demon pill.

"Strange!"

Murong Lin muttered to himself, and walked around the coffin for a week, but still found no clues. How did the three-headed behemoth disappear in one day and one night?

Could it have been stolen? The coffin was stored in a ring, which was never opened.

The room was full of concealment masters, and the qi cultivators played concealment techniques in front of them, just like a class with an axe.

There are no outsiders indoors, and it is impossible for his own clone to steal the corpse of the demon beast!

The more Murong Lin thought about it, the more unclear he became.

"Strange! It's so strange!" Uncle Tiger and Ji Xiang also stopped practicing, they put away their swords, circled around the coffin, scratching their ears and scratching their brains, funny.

"Nine corpses, no more, no less, not a single bit of damage. ”

Murong Lin Zhi looked at the corpse that looked like a sleeping corpse and muttered to himself.

"But where did the three bear corpses go?"

The wind blew from the door, blowing away the sweat on the tip of Murong Linzhi's nose, and Murong Linzhi's divine sense scanned every corner of the stone coffin, not even letting go of an inch of small place.

Although the bear corpses were not an important thing, Murong Lin Zhi still wanted to know how they could disappear.