The small celestial crystal is almost the strongest spiritual power spar in this world, and its spiritual power content is millions of times higher than that of the spiritual power in the ordinary Five Elements Spirit Crystal!

As soon as Shen Lang inhaled just now, the dantian was instantly replenished with an additional fifty percent of the Yuan Spiritual Power. Dust, Silk, Literature ↘, → Net

Shen Lang's cultivation had already reached a bottleneck, and he couldn't digest so much spiritual power in the dantian, at least let it disperse.

If the mana is consumed during the fight, a monk with this small heavenly crystal who absorbs a cultivator like Shen Lang can instantly replenish the consumed mana.

Similarly, cultivating with the small celestial crystal is also very amazing.

The small celestial crystal is actually also a currency, but because it is very high-end, it is only circulated in the hands of monks above the Yuan Infant Stage.

A small celestial crystal is worth 10 million Five Elements Spirit Crystal, 100 million Five Elements Spirit Stone!

This thing is too precious, Shen Lang is now using it as a tyrannical object, and he carefully put it into the jade box.

The loot was almost counted, which really made Shen Lang happy.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

Now, Shen Lang only needs to wait for the end of the war, find a place where the Five Elements Aura is sufficient, and start to get married.

After putting all the loot into his storage ring, Shen Lang found a group of people coming from outside the cave of the mountain stream.

"Immortal Master, excuse me. The village chief's shout rang out outside the entrance to the cave.

Shen Lang's figure flashed and came to the entrance of the cave.

The village chief stood at the front, next to two strong men carrying bamboo baskets full of food, wine and meat. Behind stood several young girls, all of whom were blushing and bowing their heads, not daring to look directly at Shen Lang's face.

"What's the matter?" asked Shen Lang coldly.

"Immortal Master, I have someone bring some good wine and food. There are also these eighteen-year-old girls, serving the immortal master. The village chief said with a smile.

"No, I don't like to be disturbed. Shen Lang waved his hand and refused.

The village chief stepped forward, with a flattering expression on his face, and bowed down and said, "Immortal Master, these women are the most beautiful girls in the nearby villages. Xiao Lao'er guarantees that they are all virgins, and they are very sensible, and they promise to serve the immortal master well. ”

Shen Lang glanced at those girls, their posture and figure were not bad. Several girls with their heads down also raised their heads slightly, looking at Shen Lang with a hint of charm in their eyes, but they didn't dare to be too presumptuous. ^

"No need, let's go, take the food with you, and don't come to me in the future. Shen Lang waved his sleeves.

Several girls saw that Shen Lang refused so simply, with a trace of resentment and disappointment in their eyes.

"If the immortal master is not satisfied, will Xiao Lao'er go and change a few more beautiful ones?" the village chief was still a little unwilling, and hurriedly said.

The reason why a few pretty girls were sent was that the village chief also had a plan in his heart, he wanted these girls to have a relationship with Shen Lang and conceive a child.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying of bloodline in the cultivation realm, not only monks know it, but even mortals understand it.

Those powerful immortal masters, the offspring they give birth to, there is a high probability that they can inherit the same quality of spiritual roots. Therefore, the qualifications and talents of the descendants of the generally powerful immortal cultivators will not be bad, and this is precisely the reason.

There were monks in their village in history, but their cultivation was very low, but their strength was much stronger than ordinary people, and they could even hunt some sea beasts, so that the village could have no worries about food and clothing all year round and benefit the villagers.

The village chief wanted one or two more monks to appear in the village, so he sent a woman to serve Shen Lang, hoping to conceive one or two children of the immortal master.

"I know very well what you are planning in your heart, and this son doesn't want to repeat it a second time!" Shen Lang said impatiently.

How could Shen Lang not think of this thought in the village chief's heart, and he wanted him to have a relationship with a strange woman and have another child? It was so ridiculous, how could Shen Lang agree.

Seeing the look of disgust on Shen Lang's face, the village chief was startled, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Little Lao'er has no intention of offending, ask the immortal master for forgiveness!"

"Hmph, remember not to bother me again. After living in this cave for a few months, my son will leave on his own and will not disturb your life. And do not speak of me. Shen Lang said coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The village chief, the strong man, and several young girls kowtowed in response, covered in cold sweat.

Shen Lang waved his robe, ignored it, and returned to the cave.

The village chief and the others also left quickly, not daring to disturb Shen Lang again.

Since his cultivation has become higher and higher, Shen Lang has gradually developed an arrogant temperament in the face of some weak people, this is not a love of pretending, but his world is too different from the world of mortals.

Of course, Shen Lang would not bully mortals, but he was not as enthusiastic as before.

Shen Lang returned to the jade ** in the cave, and he had nothing to do, so he simply flipped through the jade slips and books in the trophies.

Until late in the evening.

It was pitch black around the mountain stream and woods, and the moon was in the sky.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, there was a low, strange roar from the mountain stream.

"What sound?" Shen Lang put down the jade slip in his hand and walked out of the jade **, his face slightly surprised.

"Roar!"

Another low roar came hoarsely.

The voice was very faint, but it could be faintly heard by Shen Lang's ear power. It must have come from the depths of the mountains.

I heard from those villagers that there were still two foundation-building monks on this island who were in retreat, could it be the cry of their spirit beasts?

The roar was intermittent and very low and hoarse, and it felt creepy.

Spirit beasts can't make this kind of sound, this sound is a bit like a monster and a ghost.

Shen Lang was really curious, so he simply walked out of the cave and flew towards the source of the sound, wanting to see what the sound was coming from.

When Shen Lang came to the desert island before, he saw two spiritual power fluctuation prohibitions above the island.

Moreover, the two prohibitions were only a few hundred meters apart, and Shen Lang had guessed that the two foundation building period monks should know each other, so the cave mansions of the two were so close.

The hoarse and deep voice seemed to come from those two prohibitions.

Shen Lang flew to a valley in the middle of the island, and there was a large stone wall on the left and right sides of the valley, on which a simple prohibition was laid.

In fact, these two sides are relatively crudely arranged, and the technique should be made by a monk in the foundation building period who has a rough formation.

Ordinary people and Qi Refining Stage cultivators might not be able to find the clues, but Shen Lang could see it at a glance, after all, he had been practicing the way of the formation, and his eyes were vicious.

Shen Lang observed the terrain a little and guessed that among the forbidden stone walls on both sides, there should be hollow caves.

The prohibition isolated the divine sense, and Shen Lang was unable to probe the internal situation.

"Two Taoist friends, temporarily living in the cave not far from this mountain. I happened to hear a strange cry, disturbing my rest, dare to ask if it was the sound of the two Daoist spirit beasts?" Shen Lang shouted.

However there was no response.

"Roar!"

Only the low, hoarse roar in the stone wall.

Shen Lang frowned, if he was a foundation building period monk, he should have heard his own voice, was there no one inside?