Wuling Xianyuan

Chapter 308 Spiritual Qi Surging
The sun sets on the western mountain, night falls, and the blood moon is in the sky.

The nights in the Chiyue Grassland are often not peaceful, perhaps due to the influence of the blood moon, the beasts living on the grasslands are very violent, especially at night.

Under the bloody moonlight, black shadows galloped across the prairie like a gust of wind. A gust of night wind blew, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled faintly.

From all directions, more and more black shadows gathered, dragging their stiff tails, and landed silently. They were prairie wolves, a huge number of prairie wolves.

Wang Chong stood quietly on the bunker on the grassland, holding a simple long knife like a crescent moon in his hand. The night wind silently blew the black veil on the bamboo hat, making him look quite mysterious, but in fact He was still a little helpless, he kept secrets along the way, and even smeared some medicinal powder on his body to conceal his breath, but he was still a beast active on the Chiyue Prairie, and the prairie wolf discovered it.

"Although the smell of the herbal medicine used to alleviate the burning of the spell seal is not unpleasant, the penetrating power is still too strong. These medicinal powders are hard to hide. Six years of comfortable life really made me a little slack. I can't bear the burning. How to go on the road of cultivation, tonight, use your blood to seal the six years of comfort for me."

Seeing his figure flicker, the whole person finally rushed forward.

Without a chic and elegant figure, let alone a devastating massacre, Lei Jie seemed to have wiped out everything he had as a monk, leaving only a slightly faster speed and a slightly stronger strength than ordinary people.

But the smell of blood continued to spread, getting stronger and stronger, making people want to vomit.

This kind of fighting lasted for a long time, and the ferocious prairie wolf finally retreated. It was not because they were afraid of the ferocity of the humans in front of them, but because the aura gradually recovered from Wang Chong's body made these beasts afraid.

Regardless of the corpses of their companions lying on the ground, the remaining prairie wolves finally fled back in the direction they came from, and turned into black shadows in the night again, disappearing.

The crescent-like long knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, some from the prairie wolf, and some from his own blood left on his arm. Wang Chong's breathing was as violent as a bellows. He was just an ordinary person now.

"We must recover part of our strength as soon as possible." The cold light in his eyes gradually receded, and the thoughts in Wang Chong's mind became more determined. He had no intention of resting, and continued walking in a certain direction.

When the sky was slightly bright, Wang Chong finally appeared above a canyon, but it was narrower than the canyon where Yan and Zhao fought at the beginning. Even so, it was tens of miles wide.

Looking at the dense jungle below, Wang Chong's spiritual consciousness had already been released. The only thing he could use now was his own spiritual consciousness. Red Moon Canyon.

Chiyue Canyon is also called Holy Land Canyon in the nomads' mouth. Although it is far away from the Chiyue Mountains, there are still many powerful beasts inside, and occasionally encounter some monsters, but after all, it is too far away from the Chiyue Mountains. Among them are some monsters with relatively low strength, even those in the pulse condensation stage are very rare.

After confirming that there were no traces of wild animals in the surrounding area, Wang Chong carefully climbed down the cliff. There was arm-thick moss on the cliff, so there was no need to worry about falling off.

He breathed a sigh of relief when his toes could touch the big tree on the cliff. He hadn't tried this feeling for many years, and even in the Yunshen stage, he had never been so restrained.

But then it will be easier, each big tree is not very far apart, even in his current condition, he can easily cross the distance between two big trees with a single jump.

The wind in the canyon blew through the black veil, and the terrifying willow leaf curse imprint was looming. Without any hesitation, Wang Chong jumped and leaped down the canyon.

At this time, the sky was slightly white, because the Chiyue Canyon was oriented from east to west, and a ray of local sunlight shining in the canyon was the time for the spiritual energy tide to surge up from the ground. Wang Chong had to reach the ground at that time.

He kept jumping from one big tree and landing on another big tree. Seen from a distance, he looked like a flea going down the stairs, and the speed was not slow at all.

Soon, there will be less than a thousand feet away to land safely, but the closer to the ground, the smaller the distance between the big trees. When there is still a hundred feet away, there is no longer a big tree on the cliff .

Now there are two ways, one is to get down from the cliff with the help of thick moss, and the other is to jump directly, but the distance of one hundred feet, for his current physical body, jumping down will undoubtedly kill him.

A dazzling light suddenly shone from the far east, the sun rose, and the ground of the entire canyon began to boil. Milky white mist gushed out from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it piled up a distance of a person's height.

"Can't wait!"

Wang Chong gritted his teeth and jumped down. The wind howled and blew past him. The black veil turned up, revealing his terrifying face, but his eyes were full of calmness and determination.

He suddenly pulled out the long knife that he carried with him, and easily pierced into the thick moss on the cliff wall. A huge force was transmitted from his arm in an instant, and Wang Chong was slightly startled. He didn't even think about another One hand was already on the handle of the knife, and the sharp blade drew a long crack. When it was only a dozen feet away from the ground, Wang Chong kicked with one foot, and threw his whole body forward, and then was submerged in the spiritual energy tide. among.

A long-lost feeling came from all over his body, and Wang Chong almost couldn't help groaning, but this feeling was destroyed the moment he landed.

Although he didn't fall hard on the ground, the internal organs in his abdomen seemed to be in a mess due to the impact. Fortunately, there was no expression on his face, otherwise it would be ugly.

And who would have known that a monk who leapfrogged and killed three late-stage pulse condensing monks would change his face drastically because of a vertical jump, and no one would believe it if it was reported.

There was no time to think about other things, the aura tide could only last for an hour, he had to hurry up and try to gain something at the end, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to survive in the canyon where wild beasts were infested.

Sitting cross-legged, silently running the mantra of the real body of Faxiang in his heart, he also held a strange formula in his hand. Not long after, he fell into a certain mysterious state.

The depleted dantian seems to be ready to move at the moment. In the past six years, Wang Chong has been trying to absorb spiritual energy into the dantian all the time, but to his disappointment, it has no effect at all. He seems to have become a person who can't cultivate at all. mortal.

But it's different now. Wang Chong didn't try to cultivate. He knew that even if the aura around him was very strong, it wouldn't have any effect. He could only put his hope on Faxiangzhen.

With the continuous changes in the formulas, the originally closed dantian finally reacted at this moment, as if a seal that had been dusty for many years showed signs of loosening. This was an extremely simple matter, but it made Wang Chong ecstatic.

The formula did not stagnate in the slightest. More and more spiritual energy poured into Wang Chong's body, and did not immediately enter the dantian, but continued to strengthen his physical body.

The spiritual energy poured into the body, like dew falling on the barren and arid land, and was absorbed instantly. This was just the beginning. As time went on, more and more spiritual energy began to gather in Wang Chong's body. In the time of a stick of incense, a huge spiral nest emerged in the Chiyue Canyon. The majestic aura was like waves. Wang Chong's dantian finally had the first ray of mana in six years.

(End of this chapter)