The sword is the devil

Chapter 737
Hou Tiao stared at the land from a distance, and felt no guilt in her heart, letting him stay here, the result was the same.

The level of the Earth Lingzhu is a bit too high for them.

Therefore, he didn't have to find the earth spirit bead when he came here this time. If the bead was still on Xiaoyiren's forehead, even if he was as cold as him, it might be difficult to face this child calmly.

He only needs to get into the ground to feel the power of the earth here. If he is far away, he only needs to take his own share, come and go quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone.

He also has no right to disturb the peaceful life of the people here.

Sighing, he faded the face of Little Winged Man in his mind, found a place where no one was around, dropped the light, and plunged into the soil.

Decades of earth escape skills have allowed him to do a job well even in the latent soil layer. He quietly feels the surge of underground earth power, and follows the feeling to escape under the soil. The fluctuation of the earth spirit pearl is very clear. It is his Very familiar feeling, can't be wrong.

As he slowly approached, he found that he was not the only one; this is also very understandable, the earth spirit bead is not a secret here, when the three families of the Shanmen Chumen Zhaoneng Temple publicized and discredited the ruthless way, they had already put the earth spirit bead His whereabouts are exposed in front of the cultivation interface of the entire continent, and the intention is that since it is not a secret, since it has become a thing that everyone can see, it will naturally make those who want to take it for themselves.

This method is not bad, no one has been able to steal the earth spirit bead from here for at least ten years.

But there are quite a few monks who come here to feel the earth spirit beads. Among them, he can even faintly feel the breath of the golden core, but he doesn't know which kind of god it is. Everyone tacitly chose to come down from the soil layer to complete it. To expand the power of the soil, feel the rules from outside the universe that are different from the Splendid Continent.

Yuwai is amazing.

After finding the position, a yellow mysterious light flashed from behind, slowly merging into the fluctuations of the Earth Bead, looking for a tacit understanding of resonance, just like what he did in the dark river.

He approached a circle of one mile, and felt that he could go further?It's not that his realm is lower, but because he has had close contact with the Earth Lingzhu.

"There is rice in the pot for you, hurry up and eat it while it's hot. Going out for half a month and eating meat all day is always bad for your health."

There are also wingmen who insist on tradition and disdain farming. They are the hunters in the tribe, and they are the warriors of the tribe in wartime.

In this process, through the ubiquitous soil fluctuations under the soil layer, it seems that everyone's consciousness can accurately locate their own position and the positions of other monks in the surrounding area. Here, as long as they are under the soil layer, no one is hidden, more conspicuous than in the sky.

Several strong Wingmen brushed against the treetops and passed by at low altitude. The strong wings could keep them gliding at low altitude for a certain period of time because of their long swing. If combined with the terrain and wind direction, an experienced Wingman hunter could fly several miles away. No problem.

Seeing her son unscathed, the old woman finally let go of her worries, which had been tormenting her for half a month.

Cereals and meat are both indispensable foods for living things.

Beads are here, everyone has a chance, but what they can get depends entirely on themselves; just like books are placed there, some people can't read big characters, some people can test for talents, and some people can become great Confucians...

He could feel that with the earth spirit pearl as the center, there were hundreds of monks surrounding it, far or near; the magic is that the higher the realm, the farther away, and the lower the realm, the closer to the center.

No one was surprised when Hou Tiao approached slowly, because there were always new entrants, most of whom were cultivators from the three realms of Tongtian, coming and going, just like the situation under the land of the Yiren tribe in recent years .

Swinging a hoe and sickle is not the same concept as flapping wings, nor does it exercise the same muscle group. The result is that the wings of the Wingman who are farming are degraded, and they may become real humans after hundreds of years. Those who pay attention to bloodlines despise it.

He is also a member of the guests, looking for the most suitable position for him, going to the area where the earth spirit beads are most powerful.

The Five Elements Treasure is not open to everyone, there are too many things that cannot be grasped.

The few hunters in front of the village broke up and went home with their prey on their backs. During the grain harvest season, it would be very advantageous to exchange prey. This is why these hunters have been frequently dispatched recently.

They all carry all kinds of prey on their backs, ranging from big blue sheep to forest deer, to small pheasants and hares, and it looks like another rewarding hunt.

A tall and strong young hunter pushed open the gate of his house and put down his prey, "Mother, I'm back."

The young Yiren said with a smile, "It's okay, it's only a few days later, but Shanzi saw a beautiful white deer, and ended up chasing it a little further away. I won't do it next time."

One advantage of running away in the soil is that you don't have to worry about meeting embarrassingly. It is meaningless to look here, and it is impossible for monks to fight against each other without knowing who the other party is, which will arouse public outrage and delay The more important thing is, therefore, respect each other as guests.

An old woman appeared at the door, her wings were shriveled and drooping. The lifespan of winged people is about the same as that of humans, but their wings are the first to age. Generally, they can no longer flap after half a century, but ordinary labor is still no problem. .

Restraining this urge, he stopped in a circle of one mile, which was enough for the time being.

This is the wonder of the Earth Spirit Orb. It instinctively rejects monks who pose a greater threat to it. If it is an infant who becomes an ancestor, it cannot even get close to the range of ten miles. The golden core's activity area is three to five miles away. Minor repairs in the three realms can get as close to the Earth Spirit Orb as possible, but they can't get within a mile. This is the magic of the Earth Spirit Orb after it starts to work, and it indirectly proves that its level is even far above the Infant Transformation Stage.

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Time passed by little by little, and soon, the monks under the ground forgot about this newcomer, everyone was busy with their own perception, and then there was a newcomer, or someone left disappointed.

It’s another harvest season, and there are busy Yiren everywhere on the terraced fields. To be honest, it’s a bit weird for a humanoid like Yiren to do farming, just like a group of big sparrows in the field. To live, or to eat?

An old voice in the room said, "Kong'er is back, why have you been here for so long this time? The mountains are not good places. If you have few people, you should not go too far. The nearby mountains are enough for you to hunt. There are only these two people in the family, and it doesn't take much..."

Life in the mountains is always full of dangers, it's good for those like her who don't go out, especially these young hunters, there are often incidents of destroying wild beasts in the mountains, but young people never care.

She has three children, her husband passed away early, the eldest child died young, the third child is the only seedling now, and the second child... thinking of the second child, the old woman can't control the pain in her heart.

Before the second child died, he cried and held her hand and said that she would not be a saint again in her next life. If one day a kingfisher flies back to the small courtyard to be close to her, it means that she has already got freedom. When I asked my mother to bury her in the ancestral grave at home...

She had waited ten years for this day, but it was still far away.

(End of this chapter)