Super Martial God

The bead is about the size of human eyes. It is crystal clear, like a night pearl.

Those viscous energies are erupting madly from its interior.

"Little guy, where's your world?"

The long haired butcher said.

"My world is not here."

Lin Mu Dao.

The world is still in the dark forest.

"Then I'll seal it for you first, and you can put this ancient source in the Dharma array."

With a wave of his hand, the butcher sealed the bead and said, "ancient source is the oldest source of energy in time and the first energy in the world of large numbers."

"With the ancient source, the world will have the source, which is the core and key to suppress the world."

Lin Mu said sincerely, "thank you, elder."

"Go, take back the waste marrow, and don't stay outside after dark."

They collected the waste marrow and quickly rushed back to the stone statue village.

Other people in the stone statue village already knew about it and waited in the village.

"Butcher, how's it going?"

The lame tailor asked hurriedly.

"Found it."

The butcher said, "it's a barren pith cave. In the future, our stone statue village will not lack cultivation resources."

The ancestors in the village were overjoyed.

This wilderness is very remote, but the resources of cultivation are not as rich as expected.

It's too dangerous outside. Collecting spiritual resources is often accompanied by life crisis.

Now with the barren marrow, they can practice even in the village.

"By the way, predecessors, what's the matter with Heihuang? How can you become a big white pig? "

Lin Mu couldn't help asking.

Speaking of it, he looked very strange.

Since this big white pig is a black phoenix, will other big white pigs exist similarly?

He thought it was incredible that a black phoenix was eaten as pork in Shixiang village. No wonder the people in this village have such high accomplishments.

Outside, the existence of Heihuang is definitely a life worshipped by countless people. Now it is reduced to food in Shixiang village.

"Black phoenix? That's a painter's masterpiece. "

The lame tailor said indifferently, "the painter is best at painting. This black phoenix first killed creatures outside. When the painter caught her, he painted her as a pig."

Lin Mu was stunned: "draw the black phoenix into a pig?"

Such means are obviously beyond his understanding.

He knew that this must be a means of refining gas.

He knew clearly that the black phoenix turned into a big white pig, not an illusion, but a real pig, with complete changes in genes and cells.

I really don't know how the painter did it. He was able to draw black phoenix into a pig. This painting method is really heaven and earth.

When the poison sore painter saw it, his ugly face smiled: "little guy, this is my unique skill. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Lin Mu's eyes suddenly brightened: "I want to learn."

This is a means of refining Qi. How could he not want to learn it.

"Hey, kid, don't listen to the painter's nonsense."

The lame tailor shook his head: "everyone's fate is different. Although the painter's painter is unique in the world, if you don't follow this path, you won't have the ability to learn from her."

The rest of the village thought so.

If not, there are so many experts in the village that they don't know how to learn.

Especially those ancestors, I'm afraid they will pester several alchemists in the village every day.

But obviously, this is unrealistic.

Every endurance fate is different. Even the means of an alchemist may not be suitable for everyone.

Therefore, the ancestors in the village can only practice their own fate.

Lin Mu doesn't think so.

Because his fate is the endless road and the road of mortals.

The more ordinary things, the more they can accommodate more fate.

Genius is a drawing of a frame, which must be painted according to a specific frame, but ordinary people are like the most simple white paper. It will be more difficult to draw on it, but the advantage is that they can be painted any way.

In other words, genius is a building that already has a foundation. We must build a house according to this foundation.

Mortals are a piece of groundless soil, which can be built from scratch.

"I can try to learn. If I can't, I'll give up."

Lin Mu immediately went to the road.

Hearing what he said, the others didn't think much. They just thought he was curious.

Roar!

Just then, a wild animal roared outside the village.

Lin Mu turned his head and looked startled.

Outside the village, a sloppy man with a large wine pot on his back was holding a huge red dragon and smashing it to the ground.

What makes Lin Mu suffocate is that from the smell of the red dragon, it is not inferior to the existence of black phoenix.

"The drunkard is back?"

The "old, weak, sick and disabled" in the village are not surprised.

"Drunkard, you are not good at hunting. Why is the red dragon still alive when you are at the entrance of the village?"

The butcher laughed.

"Ha, the mistake knocked him unconscious at the beginning. Now it seems that his hand is a little light. He woke up on the way."

The drunkard smiled awkwardly.

Then he smashed again, and the red dragon was knocked unconscious by him.

Lin Mu was completely speechless.

Next, Lin Mu saw the painter's painting skills.

The painter took the red dragon's body as the drawing board and soon drew a pig on the red dragon. Then the red dragon became a big white pig and was locked up in the pigsty.

"Today's harvest is good. The drunkard caught such a big pig."

The hunchback village chief was very satisfied.

From their words, we can hear that although the strength of the red dragon is nothing to them, this kind of prey is not common.

However, the big white pig turned from Chilong is indeed bigger, three times the size of other big white pigs.

The one armed blacksmith drooled: "the pork turned by Yalong is the most delicious."

"Ha ha ha."

Hunchback village head laughed, "just in time, tonight we will kill pigs to eat and celebrate our stone statue village. After three trillion years, new members will join."

The village was filled with cheers.

Lin Mu's mind is hard to calm down.

His knowledge has been profound, but in this stone statue village, many things subvert his thinking.

That evening, the long haired butcher began to kill pigs.

The pig he killed was the big white pig turned into by the red dragon.

The villagers gathered around the campfire and collectively ate the big white pig turned into a red dragon.

Lin Mu is also the first time to taste such human delicacy. It's as easy to eat as pork, but it has the taste of dragon meat.

Moreover, this "pork" also contains rich energy. After eating, his cultivation improved a lot.

After that, Lin Mu began his spiritual life in Shixiang village.

During the day, they either follow the villagers to hunt, or learn skills with a few alchemists. At night, they use the barren marrow to practice.

on the third day.

Lin Mu went to the painter again to learn painting with the painter.

"My painting needs to use Qi to make ink. You are only the ancestral realm and can't use Qi. However, your blood is the blood of Da Luo, and you can barely use it."

The painter said.

Lin Mu is very reluctant to consume all blood.

But in order to learn the skills of painters, he is willing to give up.