I will survive with proficiency

In the valley of the mysterious ruins, after a life-and-death battle in which more than 200 Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators participated in the battle, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the field.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

While retreating quickly, Chen Ping picked up a relatively complete corpse of a third-order monster.

Toss in a storage bag.

In this battle, the monsters were attacked first, and they were caught off guard, allowing the human monks to take the lead, and the monsters were defeated in the early stage.

However, the Canglan Grassland has been banned for thousands of years, and there are few people there. The monsters have no natural enemies. In addition, the entire grassland is occupied by monsters, which leads to a lot of high-level monsters on the Canglan Grassland.

With the continuation of the war, monsters and beasts in the wilderness continued to join the battle situation, and now the situation has already been reversed.

Today's monsters have the upper hand.

Therefore, in the process of retreating, everyone needs to guard against the attack of monsters.

Fortunately, Jiang Youwei was powerful enough, and under his organization, the large troops retreated in an orderly manner.

In the front, there was Jindan leading the way, and behind it, Jindan held the line, with Foundation Establishment and the seriously injured Jindan monks in the middle.

Chen Ping's cultivation level is low and his strength is weak, so he arranges to open the way in front of the relatively less dangerous place.

"Chen Daoyou, come here, you and I will cooperate and set fire to the wasteland!" A thin Golden Core cultivator shouted after killing a bat demon.

Chen Ping was taken aback.

this.

Don't say anything else, just talk about this green reed, how to set it on fire?

The skinny monk chuckled:

"Hey, look at Chen Daoyou's dragon fire technique is good, Chen Daoyou can just set the fire, and leave the rest to me."

Chen Ping didn't say a word, and played out a move of Dragon Fire.

A fire dragon roared and rushed towards the wilderness, and the original green reeds instantly ignited.

The thin monk roared loudly, drawing a Tai Chi posture with his arms. Moisture in the air quickly gathered towards his palm.

With a sudden push of his palm, water droplets containing special spiritual power shot out with a "poof", covering the green reeds.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the dragon fire is over, the reeds will burn to ashes in an instant, and those reeds that have not had time to burn cannot continue to burn and will be extinguished quickly.

However, under the blessing of the emaciated monk's water drops, not only did the reed not be extinguished, but it burned even more vigorously.

This process lasted at least two or three breaths.

What's even more amazing is that after reaching the golden core level, fire escape is a common spell, and it is impossible to be afraid of ordinary flames. The same is true for monsters.

In fact, the Foundation Establishment cultivators have basically ignored ordinary flames.

However, the flames from these reeds seemed to retain the aftertaste of the dragon fire technique, and those monsters really didn't dare to rush forward.

nice.

What are these drops of water?

This is gasoline.

I have to say that the excellent spells in this world are so strange that you can never learn them all.

This spell is quite practical.

Although you cannot kill monsters, you can temporarily drive them away.

Two or three breaths are enough time for this team with only Jindan and Jijiu to hurry on their way.

"Ang~"

Another fire dragon flew out of Chen Ping's palm.

"puff"

The emaciated monk's 'Tai Chi' followed closely behind.

"Fellow Daoist, this spell is not bad."

"Hey, Chen Daoyou's dragon fire technique is also good, and its power is extraordinary."

"Ang~", "Pfft".

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Fighting and stopping all the way, when he arrived at the first teleportation point, Chen Ping saw an old man standing there from a distance, with two poles stuck beside him, and two bloody heads with round eyes stuck into each pole.

Next to it was the corpse of a monster.

"You Daoist, put away the attack and defense formations, and let me wait in." Jiang Youwei shouted.

Then he turned to everyone and said:

"You don't need to ignore the original grouping. Everyone is divided into two groups again. Fellow Daoist Foundation Establishment enters the teleportation formation first, fellow Daoist Golden Core postpones."

"Okay!" The old man who inserted the label said calmly.

"Is the formation intact?" Jiang Youwei looked at the two heads on the pole.

"It's fine, the leader had the foresight to know that these bastards would not give up and might come to destroy the teleportation formation, so he set up the attack formation in advance."

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It was different from when we came, there were more than 60 people when we came, and there were only nearly 30 people when we returned.

More than half died.

Among the thirty people, Chen Ping saw that there were still many unfamiliar faces. It was the monks from the other three villages who decided to stay here.

After all, this village is the closest.

The return journey is short with minimal risk.

Nearly thirty people entered the teleportation formation in two teams. First, an ancient pagoda guardian held a token and led a group of foundation-builder monks into the teleportation formation, and then it was Chen Ping, Xiyue and the others' turn.

Jiang Youwei and the two Golden Cores did not follow in the later stage.

It must be necessary to postpone the dismantling of the teleportation array.

Before entering the teleportation array, Chen Ping was a little worried, fearing that the teleportation array would be destroyed, but luckily it was not damaged.

After coming out of the second teleportation point, there were no monsters or monks in ambush.

Then it's on to the third, the fourth...

It wasn't until after more than ten teleportation points were teleported that everyone was relieved.

Chen Ping was able to take a serious look at this group of people when he rectified and healed at a rest point halfway.

Many acquaintances have never been seen again, and Minghe, who has been adjacent to Chen Ping for 4 years, has not seen it again. I don't know if he died or took this opportunity to run to other villages.

The contact person of the third group, the head of the General Affairs Hall, also did not appear.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit sad.

There were not many human monks in the Canglan Grassland, but more than half of them died in the First World War.

This village is like this, and the other three villages are definitely not much better.

The problem is that they haven't found a way to get out of the Canglan Grassland.

Everyone was silent at the moment.

Silently heal or restore spiritual power.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, is the broken arm in the ancient pagoda related to walking out of the Canglan Grassland?" After a while, a monk couldn't help asking.

Brother Jin rubbed his sore arm:

"This is currently unknown."

"A hundred years ago, the leader of that great war once spied on the hidden mystery of the ancient tower of the underground palace. Combining the information left by the ancestors and the information fragments collected over the years, after pondering day and night, he analyzed the secret method of activating the ancient tower of the underground palace .”

"Now it seems that this path is the right one."

"This time at least I know what is hidden in the ancient pagoda, which is a step closer. If I go back this time, if I can find clues from the runes of those ancient pagodas, maybe I can find the way out of the Canglan Grassland."

Brother Jin's words can be regarded as a boost to everyone's morale, but it doesn't seem to have a good effect.

One hundred years, but one small step.

So will it take another hundred years?

Will this secret be solved in a hundred years? What if it's just a small step forward?

Wait another hundred years?

Not to mention the Foundation Establishment cultivator who is only two or three hundred years old in Shouyuan, and the Golden Core cultivator who is five or six hundred years old can't stand such consumption.

"Didn't senior Jin solve the secret method? Tell me, are those runes easy to solve?" A foundation-building monk asked.

Is it easy to understand?

Brother Jin gave a wry smile inwardly.

If it is really so easy to understand, the previous secret method does not need to consume so much effort of the guardians of the ancient pagoda. It took more than a hundred years to do this and lay it out step by step.

"There will be a way. At worst, wait another few decades. Keep your faith. My Taoist companion and children may still be waiting for me to go home." Jinxiu pretended to be calm, but he sighed heavily in his heart. Take a breath.

After speaking, he found that many monks looked at him strangely, and felt baffled.

What's the matter with these people?

Why is there a sense of pity in his eyes?

"..."

Everyone was in a low mood, and chatted a few words about the future.

Part of it is the sadness caused by the large number of deaths, and more of it is the despair of not being able to get out of the Canglan grassland.

Chen Ping didn't say anything.

Although he felt pity for those fellow Taoists who died.

But also open-minded.

Traveling to this point for decades, I am used to seeing all kinds of life and death. Compared with the misfortune in Qingyunyu, the number of monks who died here is far from being comparable.

On the journey of cultivating immortals, the word "death" has never been lacking.

As Brother Jin said, this battle is not all fruitless.

At least I saw the broken arm and those words.

For Chen Ping, it was sorted out a potential direction of efforts, so that he would not be confused, clueless, and completely rely on guesswork as before.

With a direction, many things will become a lot easier. As for whether this direction is right or not, let's talk about it after verification.

...

After a little healing and rest, after counting the number of people, everyone started the return journey again.

The journey went smoothly, and soon returned to the outskirts of the village.

When the first monk walked out of the teleportation point, the remaining villagers were soon attracted.

In fact, because they knew that this battle could not be a protracted one, many villagers even waited outside the teleportation point, waiting for the latest news.

"Senior, how is the battle going?" A villager asked impatiently.

But when the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core monks walked out of the teleportation point one after another, the expecting villagers fell silent.

Many questions no longer need to be asked.

It's all written on the face.

In the crowd, Chen Ping saw the Taoist companion of the head of the General Affairs Hall, holding a child and leading two children, looking around vigorously at the front of the crowd.

When they saw Chen Ping, Jin Xiushi and others who were also in the third group come out, they opened their mouths, wanting to ask something but afraid of getting news they didn't want to hear.

Watching nervously at the exit of the formation, more and more people came out, but he never saw the familiar figure, and his face became paler and paler.

When the teleporter is closed.

She swayed and passed out directly.

"Mother, mother, what's the matter with you?"

When the acquaintances around her saw her faint, they hurried over to help her up, and hugged the crying child.

Chen Ping sighed lightly and walked back.

Such scenes are not isolated, they happen in many places at the same time, and the sad atmosphere spreads throughout the village.

The expectation of hundreds of years has not been answered.

...

After returning to the cave, he greeted Xiyue. Chen Ping did not go directly to his quiet room, but went to an empty room, and released the corpses of two third-tier monsters from the storage bag.

One is a snake demon, which was killed in the underground palace.

The other one is a bat demon, which was picked up by chance on the way back.

The corpses of the two monsters are considered complete and intact.

He took out the beast-killing knife and skillfully dissected the monster with his anatomy technique.

The skin and flesh are separated, the demon crystal is kept, and the internal organs are removed.

The skin is used by oneself, the skin of the third-level monster is the most important material for drawing the third-level talisman, so it can be kept first.

Meat can be sold.

Today's monster meat is no longer of great value to his body training, and his body training has been completed.

These third-tier monster meats have always been popular in villages, and they are a good source of spiritual energy. Chen Ping himself has a lot of raw spirit stones and does not need monster meat, but other monks do not have so many raw spirit stones.

After the internal organs were disposed of with the dragon fire technique, the ice sword technique was used to freeze all the meat.

Now it is estimated that many people have brought back monster meat, the supply exceeds demand, and they will sell it after a while.

After processing the monster meat, he returned to his quiet room.

Take out the third-order early-stage monster that is only the size of two or three sparrows in the spirit beast bag—Snow Falcon.

Still dying.

At this moment, seeing the light again, seeing Chen Ping, it fluttered its two snow-white wings, and took two steps back in horror, as if the shadow in its heart had been struck by Chen Ping's sword.

"Don't be afraid, I won't beat you, I will treat you."

Chen Ping pulled its neck hair, lifted it up and placed it on the table in front of it, gave it a rejuvenation technique, then tied it up with a soul whip, and put it back into the spirit animal bag.

This monster is very rare.

This kind of monster can only appear in the Canglan Grassland, which has been inaccessible for thousands of years, and is rarely seen in places like the Misty Continent.

If he hadn't read the relevant information in the booklet, Chen Ping would not have known this kind of monster at all.

The most precious thing about Snow Falcon is that its soul attack ability is very powerful, which is equivalent to a sharp high-level magic weapon.

No, magic weapon.

You can take it back to see if there is a chance to make an envoy. If it succeeds, it will be a very good attack weapon.

But we have to wait until we get out of the Canglan Grassland, and we can't even find the corresponding book of beast control here.

'After this trip, in terms of material, the biggest gain is this snow falcon. '

‘I don’t know what the value of those two stone tablets is. I have to go back to the Ling Xiaozong to check the information carefully to find out. '

‘The only regret is that these two things will not be effective until they leave the Canglan Grassland. '

'There is only one most important thing now, and that is to get out of the Canglan Grassland. '

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the scene in the underground palace.

Who is Zhao Changxing?

Why did that broken arm mistake me for Zhao Changxing?

In the words mentioned by the broken arm, it seems that he came to this conclusion because of the sword intent on me?

There are two kinds of sword intent in my body - one is the sword intent learned from practicing Qingmang Sword, and the other is the sword intent comprehended from the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword.

Qingmang Sword is a secret technique created by the founder of Lingxiaozong. The Seven Star Longyuan Sword originated from the Helian family.

No matter which possibility it is, you need to go back to Xizhou to have a chance to find out.

have to.

It has returned to the original point - walking out of the Canglan Grassland.

'correct. '

'Those runes. '

Chen Ping remembered the complicated runes on the ancient pagoda.

Thinking of this, he immediately took out the talisman pen, and had to draw those runes while it was hot.

Those runes are not simple, they are different from ordinary runes, and there are a lot of them, so it is easy to forget after a long time.

Three hours later, it was also night, and Chen Ping raised his head from the state of drawing talismans at his desk.

Looking at the large stack of talisman papers on the table, he let out a long breath.

'More than a hundred. '

'It's finally finished. '

Although I didn't understand what these runes meant, I just recorded them first and pondered them slowly.

next door.

Xiyue also exhaled in the quiet room, and put down the pen and paper.

Completed the drawing of runes in memory.

She is not a talisman master and cannot draw talismans, but she is a very good array mage.

Although the formation master does not need to mention strokes and characters, in fact, when arranging the formation, the drawing of the formation pattern and the drawing of the symbols have the same effect.

So she also has a certain foundation.

She remembered that in the underground palace, when Jiang Youwei told the guardian of the ancient pagoda to memorize the runes, he mentioned that Jiang Youwei would memorize the first fifteen columns of runes.

She looked at herself drawing the rune.

...Almost nearly fifty, three times more than what Jiang Youwei remembered.

Thinking of this, she felt a sense of pride.

...to make you (Chen Ping) despise my level of formation?

The corners of the mouth curved involuntarily.

Picking up those talisman papers, he went to Chen Ping's quiet room with a very honest body, and knocked on the door of Chen Ping's room by accident.

"Master? Why are you here?" Chen Ping stood up.

Most of the night.

"Ah, it's nothing. I'm tired from sitting. Come and take a walk." Xiyue held the stack of talisman papers with one hand, put her hands behind her back, and walked in as if nothing had happened.

Look here and there, it's like walking around casually.

"By the way, when we were in the underground palace, those rune bases recorded some, you..." Xiyue said indifferently.

Just when he was about to introduce the topic to the runes and let Chen Ping see the difference, he suddenly saw the stack of runes on Chen Ping's desk.

I was taken aback for a moment, because the top rune was the first word of the underground palace series of runes.

"You recorded all the runes in the underground palace?" Xiyue asked.

"Yes, Master, do you want to see it?" Chen Ping patted the talisman paper, Xiyue's experience may have unique insights into the understanding of these talismans.

"That stack is all there?" Xiyue fixed her eyes on the talisman papers... There were at least a hundred sheets in that stack.

"Yes." Chen Ping didn't know why Xiyue was so surprised.

"Have you recorded all the runes in the underground palace?" Xiyue breathed heavily.

Chen Ping was even more speechless:

"Yeah, as a talisman master, isn't it easy to memorize it?"

Xiyue suddenly felt chest tightness.

Is it easy?

After all, Chen Ping had just formed the alchemy, and he was at most a second-level talisman master before, so his understanding of talismans might not be so deep.

And there are hundreds of runes in the underground palace, all of which are very complicated. Perhaps many monks can clearly memorize the lines of each word.

But you have to remember the thickness of the lines, the size of the spacing, the direction and strength of the strokes, these are by no means simple.

The second-level talisman teacher is somewhat insufficient.

Xiyue walked over and flipped through the runes with one hand.

The more you turn, the faster your breathing becomes.

She didn't know about the latter ones, but she had just finished writing the first fifty.

It can be said that Chen Ping's memory is more accurate than hers.

"What did Master want to say just now, what happened to these runes?" Chen Ping asked.

"Ah, it's nothing." Xiyue patted the talisman paper, and said lightly: "Master, you just said that you are good at drawing these runes, almost at the level of a master."

Chen Ping:? ? ?

Master.

You didn't even see my rune when you spoke just now, okay?

"What is Master holding?" Chen Ping saw that she had kept one hand behind her back.

As soon as the words were finished, Xiyue's wrist shook, and the talisman papers returned to her sleeves with a snap.

Disappeared without a trace.

As if she had never taken it.

"What else can I take?" She clapped her slender and white hands nonchalantly:

"What? You have to take care of everything? Is it hindering you to put your hands behind your back? Are you a master or me?"

you?

Why did you get angry all of a sudden?

People who are hundreds of years old still have menopause?

Chen Ping was speechless and complimented:

"How can it be? That must mean that you are the master."

Xiyue gave Chen Ping a look like you knew it was good... really, sooner or later she will be pissed off by this apprentice.

"Take these rune scriptures for research, and you will definitely find clues to get out of the Canglan Grassland. You can be my assistant. By the way, the atmosphere in the village is not right these days, and a lot of people have entered New face, I will go out as little as possible." Xiyue picked up Chen Ping's stack of manuscripts, and said without blushing.

"Master, just take it." This is exactly what Chen Ping thought.

If there were any secrets hidden in these runes, he hoped to decipher them as soon as possible.

He didn't want to stay here for another hundred years.

As the prisoner, Xiyue is obviously the most experienced one.

It is most appropriate for her to interpret it.