Baishixian Road

Chapter 319 Cultivation is what matters

After careful consideration, Xu Mo gave up entering the next reincarnation, and planned to stay here at Chaoyun Temple, practice hard, and improve his cultivation level.

Of course, he actually had another way.

That is to still enter the cycle, and then not poke through the tricks of the little black dress and fake Zheng Chao, but also cooperate with them to see what they will do in the end.

But for this matter, Xu Mo felt that the risk was too great.

Because if it was just fake Zheng Chao and the three of them, Xu Mo would be able to control them. However, because these three guys died mysteriously and tragically, they were obviously silenced. Write imaginary'.

The other party is hiding extremely deeply, possibly, is spying on him from an unknown angle.

If this is the case, even if it is done again, it will not make much sense.

Can't get what you want.

Moreover, it is possible to fall into the other party's traps and traps.

"Clean up this place, we'll stay here for now."

Xu Mo spoke to Mi Jiezi, Da Huang and Xia Hu.

After cleaning up, Mi Jiezi and Dahuang came over, and the former couldn't help asking: "Boss, what happened?"

It obviously didn't understand why Xu Mo wanted to do something to the little black dress and Lao Xie.

Xu Mo briefly explained the situation.

"What is fiction?" Mi Jiezi really asked this question.

Xu Mo said: "They themselves said that they are cultivators."

"Cultivating immortals? Boss, are there really immortals in this world?"

"Yes!" Xu Mo affirmed.

On this point, Xu Mo is quite sure, because many exercises can be cultivated, of course, not all of them.

There are also quite a few that are useless.

For example, the demon slaying promotion in "Qinglian Sword Code" is no longer valid.

Another example is the borrowing method of visualization in "Ghost Talk", which doesn't work either.

In fact, there are many similar situations, and it is actually easy to understand, because there is no weird existence in this world that can solve the law and practice.

Therefore, this type of exercise is ineffective.

On the contrary, the kind of exercises that rely on steady and steady cultivation are effective, just like Xu Mo's "Tuna Xingqi" and "Eight Scenes Divine Platform".

For example, "The Secret Art of Human Pill" and "Returning Three Animals to One" are also effective exercises.

After experiencing the incident of "Writing Xumen" plotting against him, Xu Mo also figured out some things. Ever since he decided to explore the weirdness in this world, he just wanted to prove it and probe for clues about the weird world.

Otherwise, he would not have come to this lightless ghost land, to this Shadow Street.

But after knowing that the mysterious 'Writing Xu Gate' has been eyeing him, Xu Mo knows that he needs to improve his cultivation, because the calculation of the 'Writing Xu Gate' is not over yet.

Even, it seems that he has broken through the series of rounds arranged by the fake Zheng Chao and others, but who can be sure, is there a bigger round waiting for him?

Or, already in it.

"Everything you see is false, only the original thought is the real other side!"

Xu Mo likes to summarize.

Find out the losses you have suffered and improve them, then next time you will not suffer the same thing again.

Rhubarb said something just now, saying that those guys who are called "Xiaoxu" are not very good, and they were dealt with by my master.

Xu Mo was noncommittal about this.

But I knew in my heart that it was a fluke to break the game this time.

There are two extremely critical points, it can be said that it is luck.

One is that when he came to Chaoyun Temple for the first time, he had a strong desire to kill. During the fight, he was hit by the ghost's poisonous claws and almost died. It was Rhubarb who arrived in time to remove the toxin from the wound.

Otherwise, Xu Mo will inevitably enter the next cycle, and the result will be to follow the trap set by the other party.

Possibly, ultimately imperceptibly.

The second is the time when the little black dress sacrificed her life for righteousness.

It was Mi Jiezi who tried his best to stop him, otherwise, Xu Mo would enter the cycle with guilt and remorse, and would also rush into the trap set up by the other party.

It is often because you are not aware of yourself in the game, and you can understand when you jump out of the game.

The opponent's many layouts will only be understood after the game is broken, and it is just that, but in fact, if you don't notice it, you won't know it.

It's like touching a blind box surrounded by surroundings. If you go in and touch the hair, you will definitely feel fear and imagine the things inside as various horrible existences.

As long as the black cloth is not removed, this sense of fear and oppression will always exist and intensify.

But if you remove the black cloth, you will find that there is only a cute little white rabbit inside.

Fictitious writing is like a magician performing on the stage. As the audience does not know why, they will only feel magical and mysterious.

Xu Mo asked himself that it was impossible to break the game every time, so he could only improve himself.

How to improve?

Practice!
Not only he wants to practice, Mi Jiezi, Rhubarb, Blind Tiger and Xiaoguai all need to practice.

Xu Mo taught them exercises and urged them at the same time.

Sometimes you can't see some secrets clearly, maybe, just because you are not tall enough.

When one's cultivation is strong, one can see a wider world just like climbing a height and looking far away.

After Xu Mo thought it over, he would practice in Chaoyun Temple with peace of mind, when his strength improved, and when he would go out.

There is no alternation of the sun and the moon in the Lightless Ghostland. In order not to affect his state of mind, Xu Mo put away his watch and mobile phone.

In this way, without knowing the passage of time, this is in line with the artistic conception of cultivation.

I don't know how long it took before the blind tiger could speak.

The tiger ran up to Xu Mo excitedly, and kept talking for a long time. Xu Mo told him to chat with Da Huang, so don't bother him here.

"It's just a matter of refining your bones, and you are so excited by uttering people's words? When will you cultivate into a human form, and then I will report the good news."

Xu Mo felt that Xia Hu and the others had never seen the world.

Can't help but think of Xuanshan Jun.

That big tiger is much more ferocious than the blind tiger, with high cultivation and strong mana, but even after more than 80 years of cultivation, it is still not in human form.

If Xuanshan Jun is like this, there is no need to talk about Dahuang and Xiahu.

But it doesn't matter, the matter of cultivation is all about accumulation, this is a long process, and the time span will be very long.Because of this, many people can't persist and choose to give up, or give up passively.

There are very few who can really reach the end.

After a while, Xiaoguai flew down and said to Xu Mo: Hello!

"That's right, that's right, the little girl can talk too!" Xu Mo praised.

The little boy patted his wings: Hello!
Xu Mo was taken aback: "You can only say this, right?"

"Hello there!"

"Rhubarb, blind tiger, come here quickly, and teach the little boy well!"

Following the call, Dahuang Xiahu ran over and dragged away the little boy who kept saying hello.

Yakuko also came running after a while.

"Boss, I've cultivated quite well. What state do I belong to now?" Although Mi Jiezi changed into a woman's body, Doubi's personality remained unchanged.

From the ugly comparison in the past, it has become the current female comparison.

Xu Mo glanced at Mi Jiezi.

"It's almost at the ghost king level."

"What is the ghost king class?" Mi Jiezi asked without understanding.

"The cultivation of the ghost way, at the beginning, is to gather thoughts, that is to preserve the consciousness, so that the soul will not be scattered, and then it is to gather the ghost body, and then it is a long-term process. It is necessary to gather mana and gather resentment. Those who survive the past and can improve further are the wraith and ghost level. And if they go up to the next level, they will be the ghost king level, the ghost king level, and ghosts are hard to come by. Not the Ghost King."

"Then why is it?"

"Ghost Condensation Pill is one, and the incarnation of refining ghosts is also a way, or it is simpler and more straightforward, swallowing a ghost king-level ghost, you can directly advance to the next level."

"Boss, what you said is too complicated, so which one should I choose?" Mi Jiezi belonged to the kind of person who didn't like to use his brain.

"Ghost Congealing Pill. After all, the incarnation of the ghost way also needs some assistance. As for ghosts of the ghost king level, we can't find them, and if we find them, we may not be able to beat them."

"Okay, I'll listen to your boss."

Xu Mo told Mi Jiezi the method of condensing ghost pills, and the latter happily ran to practice, but Xu Mo knew that it was not so easy to condense ghost pills.

Don't even think about it without a few years of accumulation.

After all, Yakuko is not herself.

"It's like me, who is just preparing to condense the first golden core!" Xu Mo laughed at himself.

The cultivation of "Eight Scenery Altar" has made progress.

Has entered the Dacheng.

Of course, condensing the first golden core is the key.

If it succeeds, then the "Eight Scenery Divine Terrace" has reached a very important milestone, which means that he can start to try to practice the "24 Huang Ting Zhen Dan Jue".

Of course, Xu Mo can also continue to build a solid foundation and continue to practice "Eight Scenes Divine Platform".When to reach the peak state, and then proceed to the next step.

This depends on Xu Mo's own choice.

But Xu Mo had already made this choice.

That is to reach the standard of practicing "24 Huang Ting Zhen Dan Jue", then practice without delay.

Because the reason is very simple, even if you practice the "Eight Scenery God Platform" to the extreme, its effect is far inferior to "24 Huang Ting Zhen Dan Jue".

Therefore, when Xu Mo condensed the first golden elixir, he had to practice "24 Huang Ting Zhen Dan Jue".

"Rhubarb, blind tiger, you protect the law for me. For the next period of time, no one or anything will interfere with me. Have you made a note?"

"Write it down, Master Xu, don't worry!"

"it is good!"

Xu Mo entered the hall alone, flicked his sleeves, a gust of wind blew and closed the door of the hall.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Mo immediately began to condense the golden core.

Thanks to the Spirit Snake Pan Palace, Xu Mo's sea of ​​Qi has already condensed enough true Qi, and now it is inevitable to turn the method to condense the pill.

But even a veteran like Xu Mo needs time, and this process must not be disturbed.

Otherwise, whether or not the golden core is condensed is of secondary importance, and it may even go into a rut directly.

This stuff is no joke.

Why in many legends and stories, those cultivators like to hide in mountains and underground caves?

It is because, when cultivating, one cannot be disturbed.

Be quiet.

Right now outside the main hall of Chaoyun Temple, Rhubarb and Blind Tiger are standing on both sides of the gate, just like the two door gods.

Mi mustard has black hair fluttering, and the whole person seems to be suspended in the air.

They are all practicing.

Even the little boy hovering above is the same.

Not long after, Xiaoguai seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly uttered the sound of an eagle.

"What's wrong?" Rhubarb was the first to react. It sniffed its nose, moved its ears, and immediately looked outside the gate.

Outside the door, there is light.

"You guard the hall, I'll go and see what's going on." Mi Jiezi said, and then floated over.

To be on the safe side, Mi Jiezi did not open the door, but took advantage of his own characteristics, wrapped his hair around the upper door beam, hung the whole person up, and looked out from the edge of the courtyard wall.

After just one glance, Mijiazi trembled.

"broken!"

At this moment, the old alleys and streets outside are full of monsters patrolling with cloth heads.

Two by two.

The patrol cloth head in the front is holding a lantern, and the one in the back is holding a black knife at his waist.

It is densely packed, just like the auditorium of the concert holding light sticks, stretching outwards.

(End of this chapter)