In purgatory, the monks gather into tribes of varying forces, the strength of the first depends on the number of monks, and the second is to see if there are human monks with advanced cultivation and strong strength, and the many tribes in the edge of the abyss of repentance are mostly small tribes with less than 100 people, and the leaders are not as good as the small tribes that are not as good as the transformation, and there are even dozens of people, or even a dozen, and the leader is not as strong as the small family tribes of the spirit.

In this place of heaven, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is lacking, but the strength of the demon beasts is also weak, if the tribe formed by the human monks is huddled here, as long as they do not anger the powerful demon beasts, they can barely survive, and at the same time, their cultivation resources are scarce, and it is difficult for them to improve their cultivation.

The tribe that Yang Qing is going to is a small tribe of more than 100 people that is opposed to 'Brother Lu', such a small tribe will not have a name at all, even if you know the location, you may become a ruin.

He has a lot of things to do, one is to find a treasure similar to the life lotion, and it is good to have news, so that he can use the "Three Yang and Seven Yin" and the "Life Class" treasure to enhance the Honorable True Soul, otherwise it will take too much time to improve the strength of the soul by relying only on the realm, and it may take too much time.

Second, it was about the early stage of Spiritual Fixation, after integrating the remaining three points of purple qi into the innate vitality, he had reached the early stage of Spiritual Concentration.

Whether it is innate, knowing the sea, or purifying the Purple Mansion, they are all building foundations and transforming mortals, and only when they enter the realm of spiritual concentration can they truly cultivate the truth, and they are true monks.

The Spiritual Realm is divided into the early stage, middle stage, and late stage, and Yang Qing was confused by the early stage of Spiritual Determination and didn't know how to go. According to his understanding, whether it is a spiritual root or an innate vitality, there is no root duckweed. It can't last for a long time, if it doesn't wither, condenses but doesn't disperse, and has endless vitality, it must provide a supply for the spiritual root or innate vitality.

He had learned from the Imperial Wind Sect's Tibetan Gong Pavilion that Qi refining cultivators would lay the corresponding spiritual root in the Purple Mansion 'earth' In the early stage of spiritual fixation, this 'earth' was only a framework, which could be an innate spiritual qi with a line or a spiritual object. At this time, this 'earth' is very unstable, it will be scattered, it will disappear!

The premise of this is that the Purple Mansion can withstand it, the appropriate 'earth' can better nourish the Purple Mansion, and the 'earth' must be consistent with the caste of the spiritual root, and how the 'earth' relates to the subsequent cultivation may be a huge help, or it may become an obstacle to cultivation.

When it comes to the middle stage of meditation, it is to make the 'earth' stable so that it will not disperse.

In the later stage of spiritual fixation, it is to 'plant' the spiritual root on the earth, which is the most difficult thing for the monk, because it cannot be replaced by external objects, this lies in the monk's comprehension and realm.

Yang Qing was puzzled, what should he use to lay the 'earth', if it is to use something with a subordination, a little is okay, but to spread half of the purple mansion with a radius of a hundred zhang, it can be seen how much is needed, how huge the power of the subordinate will be, the innate vitality of the spirit realm does not have the basis for accepting the subordination, and forcibly instilling it will only make it extremely damaged.

Not even the mildest of the kind, unless, like the emulsion of life, exists.

Cautious along the way, I still met a few monks, who were dressed in brocade warrior suits, and did not look abrupt and weird, and nothing happened.

Running all the way, it didn't take long to see the tribe that came to look for this time.

This tribe is in a valley surrounded by a circle of low mountains, the size of a small town, if you glance at it at random, you will not find the existence of the tribe at all, if you look closely, you will find some strangeness, that is, the valley is not very clever phantom array covered.

It can only confuse the naked eye, and the divine sense will be hindered, causing the alarm of the monk in the valley.

Whether it is the location of the tribe, the defense, etc., it is not much different from the many tribes in the sky, the difference is only in the layout and scale of the monks and buildings.

"Wait here, someone should come out soon"

Yang Qing stood calmly on the hillside, about a hundred feet away from the phantom array, and released his divine sense and withdrew it with a light probe.

Slightly......

"Who's coming?"

A rough cheer turned out, and then, five sturdy men walked out of the phantom array, showing their figures, led by a man about thirty years old, with a heavy beard, and a three-inch-long scar at the corner of his eye was very hideous, feeling that this person was very fierce.

Yang Qing had a straight face, his chin was slightly raised, his divine sense probed, and he said, "This cultivator wants to find a place to cultivate here, I don't know if I can say it."

"Monk of Meditation!"

A look of surprise flashed in the sturdy man's eyes, the fierce color on his face was hidden, and he arched his hand and said, "Senior, wait a minute!"

Immediately, a young man behind him turned around and entered the phantom array.

"These five people only have innate cultivation, and it seems that they don't have spiritual roots, but their strength is definitely not weak."

Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he thought to himself. In the soul of 'Brother Lu', he knew the language of the human monks in purgatory to communicate with each other, and he could communicate a little, but he knew that in purgatory, he would have the right to speak only if he showed some cultivation strength first, otherwise, even if he was clever and skillful, it would be useless.

He used the divine consciousness transmission that only a Soul Realm monk could use to show his lower cultivation, and nothing else would be easily exposed.

These five innate realm cultivators are all refining bodies, and the strength of their physical bodies is very strong, although there is a spiritual energy in the tainted spirit stone, when they are boiling their strength, they must be careful about the erosion of the spiritual energy by the spiritual energy, and they must be extra thoughtful when cultivating, but the weakest of these five people has a one-arm strength of a thousand catties, and the one-arm strength of this man with a scar at the corner of his eye is also above three thousand catties.

"They can't refine the dark qi cleanly, but it has become the help of the refining body, and it is even more fierce, the monks of purgatory cannot be underestimated, they must be cautious"

The divine consciousness swept over several people, and their hearts were secretly vigilant.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged man to walk out of the phantom array, with an ordinary appearance, his eyes looked lazy and listless, and he didn't seem to be able to wake up, his voice was very loud, and he smiled and clenched his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist, please inside!"

"Hmm!"

Yang Qing nodded slightly, took the lead and walked towards the phantom array, his divine sense swept over, and he learned that this middle-aged man had the cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm, and from the greetings of the five Innate Realm monks, he knew that the middle-aged man was the elder of this nameless tribe.

"Fellow Daoists, they are all looking for a safe life in the tribe in the future, but they need a lot of help."

The middle-aged man's eyes seemed to be too sleepy to open, but his tone was very kind.

"Definitely!"

Yang Qing replied briefly, he knew that the middle-aged man's attitude was related to the strength he had shown, as for the 'lot of help' was all polite, he didn't care when he heard it, the small tribes in purgatory will accept foreign monks, low cultivation and weak strength will often become the tribe's 'coolies', and the stronger ones will be suspicious, although he is only in the early stage of the spirit fixation, this tribe accepts him on the surface, and secretly will definitely step up precautions.

The middle-aged man said a few words from time to time, without mentioning the strength of the tribe, and without asking about Yang Qing's origin.

After all, there were often fights between tribes, and there were many monks who sought refuge in the original tribe after they had dispersed.

When I entered the phantom array, I saw the whole of the valley.

Generally speaking, it is similar to a large mansion, divided into several areas, in the middle is an open space, there are many monks gathered, everything is messy, the open space is surrounded by houses, pavilions, each has its own use, and the area opposite Yang Qing when he walked in is hazy, with fog covering, this is where the core monks of the tribe stay, all of them have opened up their own caves.

Yang Qing walked in, attracting the monks in the open space, but did not discuss it.

"Fellow Daoist, you live here first, we only need three lower grade spirit stones this year"

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"A year?"

Yang Qing was stunned, not knowing how they calculated time.

"Oh, this, look at the empty land planted with a virtual bamboo, which grows a foot tall a year"

The middle-aged man is not surprised, and briefly explains.

"That's it."

Yang Qing looked at the open space in the tribe, there was indeed a tall and emerald green bamboo, turned out three low-grade spirit stones that were polluted by the spirit gas, and handed them over, the reason why all the more than five hundred spirit stones were not purified with the spirit stones was to be used here, otherwise it would be harmful and useless to take out the pure spirit stones.

"Okay, you're busy"

The middle-aged man smiled unabated, stretched out his hand to take it, although he was slightly unhappy because he only paid for one year, but he also knew that both the tribe and the monks were precarious, most of them were only handed in for one year at a time, don't look at the tribe There are more than 100 people, there are only twenty or thirty core monks loyal to the tribe, and the other monks may leave when they can't tell when, or they may go out and never come back.

"Hmm!"

Yang Qing's tone was indifferent, and his expression seemed to be arrogant.

This house is on the edge of the valley, it can be said that if the tribe is attacked, the edge of the valley will be the first to suffer, but the house is very generous, after all, whether it is green bricks, glazed tiles, or beams, frames, monks can easily burn, cut down and build.

If Yang Qing is asked to build this house, it can be completed in three days.

And the three spirit stones every year are needed to maintain the Great Array that covers the valley, and they are also the remuneration of those monks who maintain the stability of the tribe and ensure order.

Push the door in, the layout is standardized, the bedroom and living room are complete, but there are no objects, wooden couches, futons, etc. have to be built by themselves, and there are also sales in the tribe.

At this time, Yang Qingcai put away the arrogance on his face, pretending to be very hard, but he had to do it, after all, making others feel that his strength was extraordinary, and he would save a lot of trouble.

"It's better to settle here first than to dig a hole casually, there are a lot of monks here, and you can also trade some items, which is better than your own news jam and lack of skills"

After saying it in his heart, he thought of the Noble True Soul in the Sea of Knowledge, and he was both excited and a little worried.

"If Xin Yao knows what her surprise will be, Lu Zhen and the others will definitely be envious and jealous......"

As soon as this thought surfaced, it was suppressed with all its might, not wanting it to surface, let alone forgetting it.

The mere feeling of having no one to share his joy made him feel more lonely and hateful.

His face was not good, so he went to the open field to look for what he needed.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort in his nose, he pushed the door and walked out.

As soon as the door was pushed open, I saw four or five monks standing out of the door.