Star leak abyss, cave secret room.

The steam was pervasive, the vision was blurred, and there was a large fish tank, let's call it the bathtub, bubbles bubbling all the time, and from the outside, the bottom half of the bathtub was as red as a dark purple, like the raging fire below.

It's true.

The temperature is beyond imagination when the fire is directly connected to the bottom of the bathtub, and if it is replaced by ordinary utensils and ordinary water, it will long have turned into gas and even ashes;

Thirteen Lang lay naked in it, his expression exhausted and revealing a trace of long-lost tranquility, and he rested silently. Those who are familiar with it can find that Thirteen Lang is obviously thinner than he was at the beginning, his cheeks are deep, his eyebrows are unfurled, and he seems to be still thinking in his sleep.

In order to become stronger in the shortest possible time, he had no choice but not to do so.

A few people who were originally unrelated and even hated each other formed a team to challenge the huge killing game composed of six sects. In the face of this pressure, Jushiro, who is actually the captain, is the weakest one in the team, and anyone with a brain understands that no matter how strong the resourcefulness is, it is the most unstable structure for the team, and it can collapse at any time.

For only three years, it was only a blink of an eye for the monk, and Thirteen Lang hardly slept endlessly, revolving around the word "military heart" every minute and second. Experience has reminded him that there is nothing more important than this special team in this special period at this time.

No matter how clever the resourcefulness is, it takes strength to achieve it, and the force here does not only refer to a certain person, but the joint force that can be born from the military heart. Shisanro knew very well where his weaknesses were, and he urgently needed to establish some kind of prestige when it was difficult to break through the realm in the short term. Only in this way can those powerful "players" surround Zhi and consolidate, or at least maintain, this situation.

"We need a victory, as much as we can!"

This is the plan that Jushiro told everyone to hear. So there was this cave, this place, and this three years

What can you do in three years?

The eyeworm and the descending bee were handed over to Zuo and Huang, and Thirteen Lang focused on solving several aspects, first of all, the spirit ant must lay eggs once, even if it will delay its advancement, it will not hesitate to delay its advancement; Thirteen Lang had no choice but to try to put it together with the Mocking Wind Ball, hoping to see the growth like the Third Highness. As for the Third Highness himself, this is the best for it at the moment, and there is no need to think too much about it.

Balls are a big problem!

From the bottom of his heart, after knowing that Qi Aotian was chased and killed, Shisanlang had enough reasons to believe that the ball next to him was a special ball, for example: Is it possible that it is the "ball king" and finally commands the group ball?

The outlook is undoubtedly wonderful. But it didn't help the present, swallowing such a big stone—Thirteen Lang had decided that it was a piece of mad spirit bone that had not been fossilized by time, and it would take me some years, even hundreds of years, to digest it; With this in mind, he tried to force out the bone-of-madness that had swallowed the ball, trying to get it to summon its kind, and then hoping to get a group of powerful death squads.

The results were disappointing. First of all, the ball doesn't cooperate - it's normal. Secondly, the three highnesses didn't do it, and they even had the posture of turning their faces with the thirteen langs. Thus. The Third Highness himself had no way to deal with the Bone of the Wild Spirit, and needed to use the ball as a transit to absorb something that was beneficial to it.

What is it exactly?

Seeing that the doubts must be solved, after settling down, Jusan Lang began to study the Wild Spirit Bone, trying to absorb the Wild Spirit Essence contained in it as if absorbing the Crazy Spirit Stone.

As a result, it was unexpected again, the Bone of the Wild Spirit turned into a fossil is the Bone of the Wild Spirit, but the Bone of the Wild Spirit itself cannot be directly absorbed. No matter how Thirteen Lang urged the mana, or even cut open the particles of his body and handed them to Cheng Xueyi to try, it was still difficult to move it.

It seems that there is really nothing to do but swallow it and digest it slowly like a parasitic demon beast.

There must be a way. With such a large piece of bone, the aura contained in it was worth not knowing how many mad spirit stones, and Shisanlang couldn't tolerate using it as bait. With a slight groan, he took a piece of the bone of the mad spirit into his body and refined it with the method of refining bones.

Even the claws of the golden crow can be refined, but why can't a bone that has been worn out for hundreds of millions of years and has long lost the power of the year?!

Sure enough, the effect is amazing, just a large piece of bone in the palm of the palm, containing breath comparable to 100,000 mad spirit stones! That is to say, unless Thirteen Lang's body, realm, and cultivation grow by leaps and bounds, and the absorption capacity is suddenly raised by a step, just this bone that is 100 times smaller than the ball swallowed by the ball is enough to support Thirteen Lang's cultivation for a hundred years, or even longer!

Thinking about it from this, when one day the ball is successful and the hundred-zhang mad spirit bone is absorbed, wouldn't it be equivalent to more than 10,000 years of cultivation?

What will it grow to?

Habitat, Tribulation, Nirvana?

Will it become a true spirit?

"It's outrageous, it's actually very low utilization. After a little delusion, Thirteen Lang quickly regained his senses. The obvious fact that Thirteen Lang refining the bones of the mad spirit looks comparable to Qiuqiu's digestion of food, but the fact that His Royal Highness has no interest in Thirteen Lang at all is enough to prove that this process is more thorough than "digestion".

Thirteen Lang once heard a similar story, there are monks who are lazy and don't like to meditate, and do everything possible to study some cultivation methods using food, trying to eat and drink like demon beasts to improve their continuous improvement.

Note that it's an ordinary food, and it's great to add a little bit of technique, rather than refining the elixir as carefully as the Dan Master. In this way, we can eat and play when we have nothing to do, eat often and grow often, and then replace meditation and practice.

Facts have proved that there is really such a method, but unfortunately he soon found that whether it is a human or a demon beast, it is not advisable to use the means of eating instead of cultivating, the reason is that the use of Cheng dù is too low, such as a hundred servings of food, and it is impossible to really absorb it into his own four or five points, if it can reach one-tenth, it is already a great luck.

It's right to think about it, the reason why human beings are stronger than demon beasts is that they have many mystical techniques, condensed by the wisdom of countless ancestors, how can they not be compared to a stomach! This also explains some of Thirteen Lang's doubts, such as Tianxin. According to the things it eats, and the amount, the current level is really too low!

In any case, finding a way to absorb the Wild Spirit Bone brings many benefits, one of the most important of which is that Thirteen Lang didn't have to worry about the Crazy Spirit Stone for a long time. You can fight with that hoop to your heart's content.

At the same time, he found that bone refining also brought him a lot of trouble, for example, his body became soft and said that soft is not suitable, it should be called toughness, but the appearance of toughness is soft, which makes him extremely uncomfortable.

In fact, when he first saw the Bone of the Wild Spirit, Thirteen Lang's first plan was to refine the bone. He quickly dispelled the idea, and if he couldn't absorb the mad spirit, he wouldn't do it at all. The reason is that when he tries to break it into chunks, it's easy to do.

The Heavenly Sword can be slashed - is it easy to call it this?

Yes, it was too easy for Thirteen. He had a reference, as long as he took out the claws of the golden crow, no matter how vigorously he slashed it, he couldn't move it in the slightest.

The strength of the mad spirit's body is actually not comparable to the golden crow?

I haven't seen what it's like to be crazy, though. But just think about a body bigger than a planet, okay, don't think about fighting, how heavy should such a body be, if his bones aren't hard enough. How can you afford it?

Thinking about it further, the question goes back to the origin that Thirteen Lang once thought about, does a huge body like a mad spirit need to be kept in constant motion to maintain balance, or is it inherently able to be "as light as a feather"?

The problem was unsolved, until a certain schedule Bloody Clothes came to talk to him. Thirteen Lang was like an initiation, and suddenly came to his senses!

The cause of the incident is still in the bones of the mad spirit. Thirteen Lang gave Cheng Rui a small piece, originally to see if his cultivation could absorb the inner breath, but this goal was not achieved, but he found something else: related to the rules, or related to the divine domain.

"The path of the mad spirit is different from the path of regular practice. It was very different from the beginning. They don't cultivate the Divine Realm, nor do they have the Law Phase, but they shatter the rules absorbed by the outside world and refine them into their own bodies, which cannot be released, but completely become their own unique world. ”

The Blood-Clad Killer explained: "For example, an ordinary monk is a bottle of water in it, and after cultivating to a high level, the water in the bottle can raise living creatures, and the living creatures can cultivate into the Dharma Phase, and the Dharma Aspect derives rules; at this time, the water in the monk's body can be regarded as a small world, and the stronger the Dharma Phase, the stronger the tolerance of this world, and the stronger the ability to survive. ”

"This is not the case with the mad spirits, they have no shell, they are a mess from the inside out, like a filthy lump of mud. But this does not prevent it from growing, and in the process of growing it constantly absorbs various rules and turns them into something unique to itself. ”

Cheng Rui said: "The immortality cultivated by the monk, such as the rebirth of the body to create a divine element, is like taking out a portion of the water in the body and putting it in a suitable place to slowly nourish it, and the inside will regrow fish, become a phase, and finally reshape the shell." The mad spirit is different, if his body is cut apart, the internal rules will still slowly change around, and the outside world will be broken into itself little by little, and the final result will be the same, and he will grow into a new self again. ”

It sounds exactly the same, but Thirteen Lang has understood everything, and he is inexplicably emotional.

"This, perhaps, is the root of the incompatibility between the mad spirit and the Heavenly Dao!"

"Exactly. ”

Cheng Xueyi's expression was rare and solemn, and he said: "If the world is the way of heaven, the monk's cultivation is to make up for the way of heaven, and the stronger it is, the greater the help of the way of heaven; ”

Speaking of this, there was a hint of appreciation on the cold face of the blood-clothed killer, and Zhengse said, "You can understand this, the habitat can be expected. ”

Thirteen Lang laughed, took out a piece of the bones of the mad spirit and said: "If you are an enemy of the Heavenly Dao, you will definitely not be tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, and now you are still too weak to attract anything, and when you become strong enough, will you still cultivate the Crazy Spirit Dao?"

The Blood-Clad Killer was a little unhappy, rolled up the bones of the mad spirit, turned around and left.

"What the hell, I've been oops!"

For no reason, he stumbled, and the thirteen langs behind him laughed and warned at the same time.

"Remember, in front of me, don't speak ill of the sky. ”

(To be continued......)