Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

At the same time, Wang Feng realized that if he wanted to enter and exit the meta-core space in the future, he must be careful and careful to avoid being known by others.

Only those who are not known can be called hole cards.

Otherwise, under the condition that everyone else knows the meta-core space, even if Wang Feng can save his life by hiding in the meta-core in time, he will undoubtedly become a turtle in the urn, cocooning himself.

Wang Feng didn't want to end up in such a situation one day in the future, fortunately, he had always been a Yuan Core that he entered when no one was around, and he didn't attract the attention of any interested people.

Although Wang Feng did not go out, he always observed all the movements around him through the spiritual force field that spread outside the Yuan Nucleus.

The spiritual force field is an invisible and insubstantial energy.

What surprised Wang Feng was that Zhao Yanbo, who had always been within the range of the spiritual force field, did not find anything abnormal.

This made Wang Feng finally have an intuitive new understanding of his mental force field all along.

Wang Feng guessed that the reason why Zhao Yanbo couldn't discover his spiritual force field should be due to two reasons.

First, Zhao Yanbo's current cultivation is too low, so he is only in the foundation building period, and the spiritual force field should belong to a higher-level spiritual power application method, so it cannot be discovered.

The second is that the spiritual force field is a way of using energy brought about by a cultivation system that is independent of this world, and naturally it can not be perceived by Zhao Yanbo.

As for the specific reason, Wang Feng felt that it might be both.

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"I said Zhao boy, don't sigh there.

If it weren't for that Wang Feng, how would you meet the old man, this drink and peck have their own providence.

Cheer up, I have a hunch that this way back will not be too peaceful, and at this point, the old man is going back to rest. The

blood-colored figure added, and in a flash, it was about to disappear into the Yuan Core.

"Ah, Lord Immortal, why are you resting again. Boy, there are still a lot of questions to ask. Zhao Yanbo heard this and said again and again.

"You think my old man likes to sleep when he has nothing to do, but you must know that I have been sleeping for 100,000 years. The blood-colored figure who wanted to return to the Yuan Core replied angrily after hearing Zhao Yanbo's words.

"Today, the old man is in a good mood, so I will say a few more words to you, didn't I tell you before, the old man was severely injured in the battle of Ragnarok 100,000 years ago.

Fortunately, the master was merciful, and although he was spared the danger of falling, he has only just woken up to this day, and he has not recovered as before. "

Every time I talk to you, what I consume is the energy that I have accumulated in my 100,000 years of sleep, relying on the particularity of my body, and it is a little less ......," the blood-colored figure said in a voice that was not angry.

"That, how can the Immortal Lord recover to his original state? Zhao Yanbo hurriedly asked.

"With your current cultivation realm, saying it is equivalent to saying it in vain, which is also the reason why the old man did not mention this matter before, since you took the initiative to ask this time, then I will talk to you.

"One Immortal Gathering Spirit Pill or a bottle of Nine Turns Back Soul Liquid, if you have one of them, I can immediately restore to its heyday, or 10,000 Immortal Spirit Stones, this is a bit slow, it will take about a month." "

Isn't it disappointing? I won't hide it from you, so I followed you because I could see at a glance that you were a man of great luck, and following you made me see a glimmer of hope for a return to its heyday!"

"As soon as I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that the aura of this world was really thin to the point of being outrageously thin, and I think it was also affected by the war 100,000 years ago.

That's why I have to change my original intention, otherwise do you think that you can also discover my existence with you, a foundation building monk?"

"Boy, thank you for your favor. Zhao Yanbo took a deep breath and said.

"One more thing, I have to warn you boy.

In my current situation, there is only so much help I can give you, so don't expose my existence until you have to.

At that time, I may just change my master, and you will only be killed, I think you can understand whether what the old man said is true or false. The blood-colored figure said lightly.

"Thank you Lord Lingxian for reminding me, the kid can save it. Zhao Yanbo said with a serious face.

"You know it's best to be natural, after all, it won't do me any good if you die early, do you have anything else to ask?

Although Zhao Yanbo saw that the blood-colored figure was already a little impatient with his words, he still slapped his hand on the storage bag on his waist, took out one of the few medium-grade spirit stones on his body, put it in his palm and said, "Lord Lingxian, I don't know if this medium-grade spirit stone will help the recovery of adults." "

Oh, I'll take a look. After speaking, I saw that the medium-grade spirit stone in Zhao Yanbo's hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, and when it reached the blood-colored mist shadow, it disappeared without seeing any movement......

Accompanied by a soft voice, "Hey, this is by no means a fairy spirit stone, how can it be contaminated with a trace of the breath of a fairy spirit stone, although it is only a trace of it, but I am sure that I will not feel wrong, it is really strange." "

Boy, how many more spirit stones do you have?" The blood-colored figure's voice was obviously tinged with excitement.

This expression was naturally captured by Zhao Yanbo, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "This is the spirit stone used by our monks today, a medium-grade spirit stone that can be used for cultivation and various transactions. "

Oh...... Medium-grade spirit stones, listen to what you mean, there are also low-grade spirit stones, high-grade spirit stones. The voice of the blood-colored figure also regained its calm at this time, and said lightly.

"Lord Lingxian, what you said is extremely true.

According to the boy's access to the classics, on top of the top-grade spirit stones, there should be the existence of top-grade spirit stones.

It's just that that kind of spirit stone is quite rare, and the kid is only convinced that this matter is true from the seniors of the sect, and he has not seen it with his own eyes. Zhao Yanbo said regretfully.

"I think you should have a low-grade spirit stone on you, right? The blood-colored figure said again.

"Lord Lingxian, this is the so-called low-grade spirit stone. Zhao Yanbo had nothing to do, and as he spoke, he patted the storage bag on his waist again, took out a low-grade spirit stone, and respectfully handed it over to the blood-colored figure.

As soon as the lower grade spirit stone reached the shroud range of the blood-colored figure, it disappeared again, and this time Zhao Yanbo was also quite calm and did not feel surprised again.

After a while, I saw the blood-colored figure speak lightly: "This low-grade spirit stone really contains a trace of the breath of the immortal spirit stone, but it is even weaker. "

As long as it's helpful to the Immortals.

Here are the only three hundred medium-grade spirit stones that the kid has, all of which are handed over to the spirit immortal master to restore his strength. As he spoke, he took out the only three hundred medium-grade spirit stones from the storage bag.

The blood-colored figure seemed to be a little surprised by Zhao Yanbo's approach, and said: "It's that the old man underestimated you before, and I won't say anything more about it, I will accept these spirit stones." "

After that, without further words, the blood-colored mist swept away the three hundred medium-grade spirit stones and disappeared without a trace, turning into a wisp of blood, submerging into the Yuan Core, and disappearing into ......