I am the leader of Huangquan

Chapter 70 Demonic Disaster
Among the mountains in the dim night.

Wu Lang and the two returned to the cave.

"Master, I got a lot of medicinal materials through my acquaintances." She walked the mountain road.

Wu Lang went to a shop for refining materials and other materials, but she went to a medicinal shop.

"Although I asked those mountain spirits to collect herbs, there are some herbs for Juezitang. There are very few mountains in our generation, so I went to get some. There should be no shortage in the short term, so there is no need to go down the mountain."

She went on and on.

It can be seen that after she stopped thinking about everything so complicated, she became less gloomy and became much more cheerful.

People, it's better to keep it simple.

With a pure mind and a pure heart, it is easy to realize Taoism and practice.

She kept talking, mostly to herself.

"And those mountain spirits, after they rise up, can collect more elixir for me, and even go deep into the mountains to kill some low-level monsters. I have access to the high-level medicinal materials I need for my own body training."

"In two days, I'm going to go to the mountain in the southwest. I heard that the mountain spirit tribe said that there are big monsters there, which are much stronger than them. I'll go fight them."

Wu Lang was just listening.

Back on the mountain, the night was getting dark, so Xu Xinying said goodbye to Master.

She returned to the wooden house she built, and kept the lights on in the middle of the night. She happily began to make medicine, and was going to do another big job on the sterilization road.

"It's midnight, and she's still not asleep."

Wu Lang couldn't help but laugh, and didn't want to discourage her passionate efforts.

He directly sealed the entrance of the cave with a warning formation, then boiled some water to drink, got some dry food to eat, and went to sleep.

That night, he slept soundly.

The next morning.

Ah!
Wu Lang moaned and stretched slowly.

With a clear mind and the pressure all over his body feeling relieved, he rubbed his eyes when he heard shouts from outside.

Aha!

aha! !
As soon as the sun came down, Wu Lang walked out the door and saw his second disciple, Xu Xinying, exercising vigorously.

"People have good and evil!"

"Fist has cruel benevolence!"

"Human rights are the fist of benevolence!"

she growled.

"Violence is violence!"

She yelled madly:
"I have a pair of benevolent fists, walk the road of invincibility, and kill the unjust!"

Boom~~
At this time, Xu Xinying was running with a rope on her back, tied with a heavy boulder three meters in diameter.

"I want to become the most powerful person in this world and establish a kingdom ruled by human rights!!"

Smoke billows.

She is running laps around the track, it is already the third lap.

After these few months, the entire hillside has been turned into a large mountain courtyard with the hard work of Xu Xinying. There are also various training grounds, martial arts arena, waterfall training, wooden piles, and slogans are shouted all day long. Practice.

Physical training is different from normal monks.

In this world, not everyone has the willpower to be a "sports student". The practice world also talks about a poor man who is rich in martial arts. "Wenxiu" naturally refers to the use of spells.

For normal monks of "Wenxiu", one cave is enough, while for physical cultivation, various equipment and venues are needed.
1. Bitter and tired.

2. Even more ordinary monks need several times more cultivation resources and elixir to temper their bodies.

This is why physical training is not popular.

"It's outrageous, she has already practiced the sixth level of qi." Wu Lang smiled, and it has only been four months of practice, which is quite fast.

After all, if you are willing to endure hardship, you are cruel enough to yourself!
This kind of person's cultivation progress is not fast, who is faster?

Wu Lang just glanced at her, then went back to the cave and sat down again.

He took out a small storage ring. It was yesterday afternoon that he robbed the wealth of the magic monk family in Yunming City.

Storage rings are rare for ordinary foundation-building monks.

There is actually one of their ancestors who established the foundation of Dzogchen, and ordinary monks will not be cheap to others before they die.

But the ring was not destroyed either, and it was burnt together. It was the old grandfather who sent it up while calling it dear.

Crash.

Storage ring stuff poured out.

All kinds of instruments and equipment are piled up like a mountain.

Wu Lang squatted down and sorted them one by one like a courier. He basically just glanced at the names and didn't read some cheat books and sorcery.

It's all rubbish.

After sorting out all kinds of medicinal materials, magic tools, and resources, he let out a sigh of relief, "Sure enough, he robbed families and houses, and made a fortune."

"There are seven spiritual weapons in the foundation building period, which is indeed a local family heritage that has been accumulated for a long time. Before my Qi refining period, I basically don't have to worry about it, and I can practice on the mountain with peace of mind."

And the apprentice's Qi refining period?
I can't take care of her.

Her medicinal materials piled up like a mountain every month.

Let her instruct the mountain spirits to pick them up. The medicinal materials for body training during the Qi refining period are similar to those of martial artists in the mortal world, and they can be used in quantity to win.

"I feel comfortable all at once."

He sorted out the things, and put them on the wooden shelf happily, and used the various vases he took in the ring to hang pictures and decorate the cave.

The more he watched, the more comfortable he became, and his mood became much happier.

This is a man who has left the original cave.

"This is the monk's cave, okay?"

He felt refreshed, and looked at those spirit weapons again, "It's useless to me, these spirit weapons can be disassembled to make materials for me to set up an array."

"The only pity is that they didn't get their true fate." Wu Lang shook his head.

He basically killed all those people.

Their souls are scattered, and they are not even allowed to enter the Yellow Springs Road, so how can they strip their fate and reincarnate?

After all, how could I let them see Po Meng?
Expose yourself!

Now is not the time to expose her "magic puppet" to Po Meng. Her magic weapon is unprecedented and her system is mature. She knows that she has a problem at a glance.

Just like the Bianhua technology, the crazy weakened version is not found to be flawed.

And this puppet, there is really no way to explain it!

"In the future, if you don't use this trump card, don't use it. If you can't send it to Huangquan Road, you can't lose your equipment. It's a blood loss!" He secretly summed up his experience.

At the same time, Wu Lang was also quite uncomfortable.

He directly made the opponent's soul fly away, and he really killed someone.

Crush the soul and the true spirit, this is the great power of the Nascent Soul stage, and it can only be done when it involves the deep soul realm.

And Wu Lang did it with the help of the "Six Small Paths of Reincarnation". Just a mere qi refining period can make people lose their souls.

"But even Xing Hanhan next door is a 'good guy' who has never killed a chicken. On the contrary, I am much worse than her. I really killed someone. How can I do that?"

He secretly reviewed.

But if this happens again next time, he will dare to kill again next time.

Cultivation has no time.

Time flies.

This time, I went down the mountain to purchase supplies, and then I started to practice with great concentration. In the blink of an eye, two months passed, and I gained a lot from the practice.

On this day, the ground felt a slight vibration.

It's like the whole earth is going to collapse.

"Four magnitude shock."

Wu Lang was practicing, walked out of the cave, looked down from the mountain, and looked into the distance.

wow~~
All I saw was the mighty black tide, sandwiching the fine endless flying beasts in the sky, slowly approaching.

The vast and magnificent scene surged and roared like a black tsunami, spreading towards this side.

"Master!" Xu Xinying said with an anxious look on her face.

"It's a demonic disaster. A large-scale demonic disaster is coming." Looking from a distance, Wu Lang saw that the horrible disaster in history was finally about to appear.

(End of this chapter)