The middle-aged warrior Ge Yi scolded the broad-faced boy, and just smiled gently, saying, "Thirteenth Master is afraid he will not come out of the mountain until tomorrow, so let's go back first. Although Mangyaling is just a branch of Tushan, there are some ferocious birds and beasts that will break out from the deep mountains at night. We are afraid that we can't protect the two young masters' vitality..."

"Uncle Thirteenth went into the mountain this time to look for the black scales and cunning. What kind of ferocious birds and beasts should be there in Python Yaling? They can't avoid it, and they dare to break in and hurt people?" The broad-faced boy was arrogant and disdainful, and he didn't want to rush back overnight.

Chen Xun was shocked. He didn't expect that this group of people entered the deep mountains of Mangya Ridge to find a black scale. He didn't know if there was a second black scale in the depths of Mangya Ridge.

He didn't know who the so-called "Thirteen Uncle" was. He thought that this man could leave aside this master who was comparable to the peak of the Ninth Level of Manchu Martial Arts and enter the deepest part of the Python Ya Ridge to find the cunning black scales. Is it probably the powerful man in the heavenly world mentioned by Grandpa Zongtu?

Chen Xun was looking forward to the group leaving earlier. In the dark twilight, a little black shadow swept at high speed, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed over the woods.

However, it was a black roc bird slightly larger than the green-eyed giant eagle. Its giant wings spread six or seven meters wide, and its black feathers were like iron. It swept its wings and stopped above the woods, but it seemed like a hill was pressing against it.

A pair of sharp peng eyes, like two burning black flames in the twilight, revealing the powerful aura of dominating the world.

Chen Xun actually felt like he was about to suffocate:

This is the real wild alien species. It looks similar in shape, but I don’t know how many times stronger it is than the Blue Eye Eagle.

If this giant roc had brought them all to prey, Chen Xun didn't know how many people could escape alive.

However, what even more Chen Xunji dropped was the black giant penis, and there was a green-armored general standing on his back...

"Why are you still here?" The giant peng slid its wings and landed. The green-armored general walked down in a leisurely manner. Seeing that Ge Yi and others were almost dark, they were still wandering in the mountains, they asked with a little dissatisfaction.

"We saw this green-eyed eagle and wanted to catch it and give it to Qingxuan before chasing her." The broad-faced young man seemed to be afraid of the Qingjia general, and rushed to make up the lie before Ge Yi spoke.

The eyes of the green-armored general were also bright in such a deep twilight. He glanced at the bloody and blue-eyed eagle beside him, and then looked at Chen Xun, who was sitting under the roots of the tree in the distance. He said nothing, and obviously he would not easily deceive the lie of the broad-faced boy.

"Uncle Thirteen, have you found that black scale? " Another young man asked obediently.

"No." The Qingjia General shook his head.

"That must be because Wu Lin is afraid that Uncle Thirteen, you were so angry that you smelled your breath and hid early - do we want to stay for a few more days?" the boy asked.

"The cunning beast, the black scale, is comparable to the peak of the fetal realm, and I may not be the enemy. If I really want to find it, I will ask your fourth uncle to come and capture it alive. I have been searching for three days in the northern mountain of Mangyaling, but I have not found it. I am afraid that the Heishan tribe members have misread it and mistakenly made some other wild beasts for black scales. In the mountains, I saw a few wild scale horses that looked very similar to the black scales. If I hadn't had that time, I could have caught it out of the mountain and used it as a mount for you," said the Qingjia general, "You have to suffer some hardship today, and go back at night, and you can't waste time outside anymore..."

The Qingjia general issued an order, but the two teenagers had nothing to say.

The two upper-level barbarians from the Black Mountain tribe were afraid that the Green Armored Warriors would blame their Black Mountain tribe for lying about the news, which would make him waste three days in vain to find the black scales and cunning, and did not dare to talk nonsense. The two immediately became coolies, tied up the red scales and claws that were carved with a rope, used the spear as a stick, and carried it away.

After everyone else left, the middle-aged warrior named Ge Yi stayed at the end, walked to Chen Xun, and gave him a green pill: "Let's take the green eye eagle, this pill will be compensated for you."

"Thank you." Chen Xun said in a low voice.

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Su Qingfeng saw Ge Yi following from behind, and the barbarian boy sitting at the bottom of the tree, who was covered in wounds, didn't come over, and asked in surprise: "That boy is not from the Heishan tribe?"

"It was said that it was from the Black Python tribe. I went into the mountain alone. I just met us." Ge Yi replied, but he did not directly expose the lies of the broad-browed boy. He believed that the Thirteenth Master's eyes were as bright as lightning. After seeing the blue-eyed eagle covered in bruises, he would understand what was going on.

"Oh..." Su Qingfeng pondered and looked back.

"Thirteenth Master, do you want me to bring him back?" Ge Yi asked, "I can still grit my teeth and support me because I have suffered such a serious injury. It's a good seedling."

"Forget it," Su Qingfeng said without wanting to have some trouble, "The Green-Eyed Eagle may have suffered some injuries before that kid got the bargain."

Ge Yi didn't say anything. Thinking about the words of Thirteenth Master, it was right. If the Blue-Eyed Eagle had not been seriously injured before, how could it have been left on the ground and beat a barbarian boy with bare hands to death?

But he never thought that Chen Xun and the Qingyan Diao were near the cliff cave in the valley, fighting for a whole day and night.

When the broad-browed boy saw Ge Yi stabbing everything with Uncle Thirteen, he was angry and had no choice but to hate the barbarian boy even more. He thought to himself, if it weren't for the barbarian boy's troublesomeness, they would sooner or later find the green-eyed eagle along the way, and with the treasure bow in his hand, he wouldn't have shot the green-eyed eagle from the blue-eyed eagle?

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Chen Xun looked at the green pill that the middle-aged warrior in his hand stuffed to him before leaving, and thought to himself that this group of Canglan people would not have to scheming him, so he immediately peeled off the wax shell outside the pill.

A strange fragrance came to his nose, and Chen Xun suddenly felt refreshed, as if he had taken a big tonic. He felt that the medicinal power contained in this spiritual medicine was probably more than twice as strong as the Black Python Pill.

This was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury and didn't care about cherishing this pill. It's important to have good medicine to go out of the mountains.

However, he was worried that Gu Chen would turn back halfway and dare not stay where he took medicine to heal his wounds. He struggled to hold on and walked four or five miles towards the valley, hiding in a dense bush next to the valley, then he took the pills into his mouth, visualizing the barbarian soul, and refining the medicinal power.

Although Chen Xun was supported by the black python pill when he fought with the Qingyan Eagle, he maintained that his qi and blood were not exhausted, but the injuries he suffered were heavier than he used to even for a moment.

Chen Xun sat cross-legged, his mind sneaked into the sea of ​​consciousness of the soul, and visualized the posture of the Great Phang boxing.

In addition to feeling the medicinal power of the green pill seep into the qi and blood, and continuously turning into the qi and blood divine flowers to be released, the body of the soul and the sea of ​​consciousness is even more golden, just like a storm sea with a twelve-level typhoon, and the waves rush out, as if to extinguish the barbarian soul hanging above the sea of ​​consciousness...

Chen Xun still did not encounter this situation today. In the past, his mind entered the sea of ​​consciousness to portray the boxing posture, and the sea of ​​consciousness would not have any abnormal movements. He thought to himself: If the divine waves caused by the sea of ​​consciousness would directly extinguish the barbarian soul, what abnormal changes would happen?

Chen Xun was helpless and had some vague expectations. Without saying that he would immediately withdraw from the visualization, he saw a surging sea of ​​consciousness gushing out of a divine flower, condensed into a dazzling stream of light in the air, and directly injected from the soles of the barbarian soul.

Chen Xun could visualize the shape of the Great Phang boxing at this time. The human-shaped light and shadow were only two inches tall and were far from solid, just like a simple stroke. At this time, just after the golden light was injected, the barbarian soul image became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the next moment it became a golden six-armed troll image.

Although the size of the barbarian soul remains unchanged, the six-armed trolls are born with six arms, with a single horn on their foreheads, and a ferocious face. They open their eyes like a vanguard staring, revealing their supreme majesty. They are just like a six-armed troll who has found this world of heaven and earth. They are just like resurrecting on his soul sea of ​​consciousness...

Everything was so real, Chen Xun could even feel the calm breathing of the six-armed troll, the tangle of muscles and bones under the surface of his body, the flow of qi and blood, and the pulses beating...

How is this possible?

Wu Gongzong's picture once said that only when a barbarian soul condenses out the true blood of Xianman and directly condenses from the true blood of Xianman can there be a state of "true reality".

Could it be that the drop of golden demon blood that the troll dripped into his body was not used to transform his body, and a considerable part of it was hidden in his soul and consciousness sea?

At this moment, Chen Xun's spiritual consciousness suddenly magnified, as if his mind was leaping out of his head, looking down at his body cross-legged.

But he saw his body shining brightly at this moment, like a magnetic field, called the water-like moonlight above the valley, gathering like a tide, rushing into his body.

The wounds that were deep in his body were emitting shimmering light and were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And this is like a moonlight. In addition to repairing injuries and replenishing wounds, there are also a large number of people directly condensing on the six-armed trolls through Chen Xun's body surface. Although it is slow, you can clearly see the six-armed trolls who are two inches tall and short, growing taller in the slightest...

Directly attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, condense the barbarian soul, and temper the body, is the ability that only after the barbarian soul is cultivated to the real realm of true reality.

"True as the true form" means visualizing the barbarian soul on the sea of ​​souls. In addition to the body, skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and bloodlines, it is like someone in a human, and the appearance is hidden in it.

However, when you reach this level, you have already broken through the flesh barrier.

Chen Xun didn't think that he could directly enter the realm of Tianman with one practice.

All these changes may have originated from the drop of golden demon blood.

He used to practice by squeezing his body's limits. He thought it was the most primitive method of barbarian martial arts. Unexpectedly, when his body was on the verge of collapse, the drop of golden demon blood was actually activated to repair his body.

At this time, he fought with the Qingyan Eagle, and his body was almost at the verge of collapse, and the golden demon blood was activated again.

But this six-armed troll is not portrayed by his thoughts, but is directly condensed from a large amount of golden divine flowers that surge out of the sea of ​​consciousness of the soul - what's going on?

Could it be that his soul consciousness sea, which is as wide as a golden ocean, is actually transformed by the drop of golden demon blood, and the six-armed trolls are just the independent appearance of the drop of golden demon blood?

Chen Xun heard from Grandpa Zongtu that the black python Manwu who enlightened the barbarian soul, most people saw the essence of the soul sea of ​​consciousness, which is the so-called soul sea, and the heart of the soul is only the size of a pond. The four sides are empty and quiet, and the mind cannot see the nothingness, bound by the bones, bones, and flesh.

The broadness of the body of the soul sea of ​​consciousness usually determines the potential of barbarian martial arts practice, but it can still be enhanced by absorbing the true blood of strange beasts.

It can be said that ordinary spiritual medicines act on qi and blood, and then through the barbarian soul turbulence, muscles, bones, skin and flesh are cultivated; only the true blood of strange beasts can directly act on the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sky traces and the earth are in the sky, the Tao is formed in heaven, and all things have spirits. Imagine and practice it.

Between heaven and earth, not only people can practice, but also ferocious birds and beasts that can be called wilderness and alien species.

If the wild beast alien species practice to a certain level, true blood will also condense from the body.

Catching wild beasts and collecting true blood, for Man Wu, is a treasure medicine that can cleanse marrow and change blood and transform blood.

One or two drops of real blood look subtle, but it is more precious than the skin, flesh, muscles and bones all over a strange beast, and it is extremely difficult to collect.

When Zong Ya, Zong Ling and other black python boys were tempered by the true blood of Wu Lin cunning at the soul sacrifice banquet, the original body of the soul consciousness sea was extremely expanded, like a vast lake, but it was far from comparable to Chen Xun's boundless and turbulent golden soul sea.
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