different devil life

After thinking about it, he attributed it to the memory of martial arts in his brain since he was a child.

This is like, he doesn't need to understand the mysteries of martial arts, he only needs to make himself proficient in the body.

Therefore, no matter how difficult the kung fu is, he can learn it very quickly in his hands, while it may take a long time for Ziru to learn just one set of kung fu, the gap is obvious.

The demon tree's attack method is indeed troublesome, but that's all.

After the three of them left the demon tree quickly, the tree trunk behind them could no longer reach him.

Far from the range of the demon tree, the three of them came to the river again.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Wang Zhong frowned, which was a sign of rain.

"It's going to rain again, find a place to shelter from the rain." Wang Zhong said.

"Well, there's a big tree ahead, but..."

Ziru's tone was worried. After all, she had only dealt with a demon tree before, and she was indeed a little worried when she saw this kind of big tree again.

But Wang Zhong looked at it and said: "There is no evil, let's go."

After coming under the big tree, the heavy rain poured down all of a sudden.

Wang Zhong pulled out a large piece of cloth, put it on top of his head, and then tied it, so that it could easily block some rainwater.

"Master, Miss Ziru, rest, my old pig will keep watch for you." Aunt Zhu said, patting her chest.

Regarding this, Wang Zhong shook his head. He took out a few pieces of talisman paper and put them beside him.

These are energy talismans, once a monster approaches, this talisman can explode immediately.

"Xiaodong, why do you have so many charms?" Ziru was very surprised.

"I can make, I learned from others when I was young." Wang Zhong said.

"It's amazing." Aunt Zhu smiled honestly.

Ziru was also extremely surprised. As far as she knew, although many masters could refine spells, those were ordinary spells, like the high-grade ones in Wang Zhong's hands, which were extremely rare.

After expressing his doubts, Wang Zhong thought about it, frowned and said, "Maybe it has something to do with us all having first-level spiritual roots. By the way, Ziru, are there many people with first-level spiritual roots?"

Ziru sighed and shook her head: "I met Master that day, and she told me that it was very rare, especially Hui Chao, because people with a first-level spiritual root died before the age of ten. For some reason, I was tested to a second-level spiritual root. class."

"The spells I learned may have something to do with my talent, but..."

"But it's not quite right. Although those masters are not at the first level of spiritual root talent, their strength is not weak." Ziru said.

Hearing Ziru's doubts, Wang Zhong was also puzzled.

Especially when he thought of Gao Jinren.

It can be said that all his spells were learned from Gao Jinren.

He understands the talent of Gao Jinren, it can be said to be very weak, but he still taught himself, and has a good ability to refine talismans.

Is this a coincidence?

No, then there may be other reasons, such as the two Taoist books I studied.

These two books are Qi Refining and Runes.

Among them, the book of refining qi is extremely mysterious. After practicing, he found that the speed of advancement was much faster.

As for the rune technique, although there are not many types of spells described, how the energy is used with the spells is obviously different from other people's.

The most obvious difference is that when dealing with the tide of corpses, other people's spells were different.

Only he shouted: the world is boundless, and the universe borrows the law.

This shows that their inheritance is different from their own.

Since the paths are different, it means that there are strong and weak.

Now that his talisman paper is so strong, Wang Zhong reckoned that this might be the difference in spells.

"The inheritance of Gao Jinren may be different, wait a minute!!!"

Wang Zhong suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Gao Jinren, surnamed Gao, right?

The former patriarch of Gaojiazhuang was called Gao Dongtian, also surnamed Gao.

Could it be... Gao Jinren was originally from the Gao family?

His inheritance is all from Gao Dongtian.

Thinking of this level, Wang Zhong's heart was throbbing, and he seemed to catch something faintly.

If Gao Jinren's inheritance comes from Gao Dongtian, then it is not impossible if he is so strong.

"Xiaodong, what are you thinking?" Ziru asked curiously seeing Wang Zhong thinking.

"It's okay, I suddenly thought of something, which seems to be very important." Wang Zhong shook his head, and he decided to study Gao Jinren's two books more in the future.

"Little flower."

After eating, Wang Zhong called out Xiao Hua.

"Master, what's the matter?" Xiao Hua blinked her eyes with unusual respect.

"Call out a few people and watch the night for us."

The pollen of the florets is free labor, so it is not in vain.

"Oh."

The little flower started to shake again.

Let's shake, shake, shake, shake...

Soon, dozens of Yingying and Yanyan were shaken out.

"Let's go to the outside and walk around casually." Xiaohua said majesticly.

"Whoa, whoa..."

A group of goblins ran out.

"Master, it's cold at night, do you need to warm the bed?" Xiao Hua respectfully asked.

"You don't need this, just rest."

"Okay." Xiao Hua nodded: "Good night Miss Ziru, good night Aunt Zhu..."

Aunt Zhu snorted softly: "The goblin..."

Because there are several layers of protection, there is no crisis at night.

During the day, the goblins transformed from pollen disappeared one after another and turned into small seeds, which were buried in the soil.

After several months, these small pollen will grow up slowly and become small flowers.

But whether he can become a little fairy like Xiao Hua depends on good luck.

Walking along the route on the map, it was much safer along the way.

Occasionally, they encountered some ordinary evil things, which were easily dealt with by Wang Zhong.

After about 20 days, they encountered fewer and fewer evil objects, and occasionally saw human footprints.

After walking for some time, I finally met the first group of people.

This group of people was chopping down a big tree. When they saw Wang Zhong and others walking out of it, they didn't pay much attention, thinking that Wang Zhong and the others were collecting herbs.

For the sake of safety, Wang Zhong did not ask these people, but walked all the way.

Three days later, the trees became less and less, and they finally walked out of the evil forest.

Outside the evil forest, the sun is shining and the weather is clear. As soon as you go out, you will see a huge square, where many drug dealers and timber merchants buy products produced by the evil forest.

"There are a lot of people." Ziru walked around excitedly, looking west.

"Find an opportunity to ask how to get to Xianshan."

Right now they don't know anything about this place, so it's time to find out.

"Everyone, the current emperor of the Hui Dynasty is incompetent, worshiping the sorcerer, the master of the state, as his teacher, bewitching the court, and doing evil things. Now, the people of the entire Hui Dynasty think that those with low spiritual roots are the weakest. They are actually fooling the world... "

When passing by a tavern, Wang Zhong saw a storyteller telling about Hui Dynasty.

Many drinkers were fascinated by it.

"It's a pity that the evil forest prevents us from waiting, otherwise we must go to Huichao to rescue the people of Huichao." The storyteller shouted.

"Forget it, the next Mingguo is going to die now..." someone shouted.

Chapter 174 Chaos in the World (please subscribe)

Hearing Mingguo, Wang Zhong and Ziru subconsciously stopped.

Because they both remembered that in Ziru's study room, there was a book about Mingguo, where everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, and those with low spiritual roots had strong talents, and vice versa.

But now that I heard that everyone in Mingguo is going to die now, is this strange?

"Sit for a while." Ziru walked in.

The three of them sat down, Wang Zhong handed the book reviewer a few copper coins, nodded and said: "It sounds good, let's continue."

According to what Ziru said before, the currency and language of this place are the same, so they have enough silver on them.

"Thank you sir."

It seems that everyone likes the reward, so the storyteller smiled gratefully.

The commentator continued: "A few people just said that Mingguo is dead anyway, but it is precisely because of this that we sympathize with the people of Huichao."

The storyteller spoke for a while, and then he was about to call it a day. At this time, Wang Zhong walked over.

"It's very good. I wonder if you can tell me about Mingguo. Why are all the people dead?"

"This young master doesn't know?" the storyteller was surprised.

"I came from outside, I really don't know." Wang Zhong said.

"Well, that's fine. That country is just a small country with a population of less than 30. In the past, there were many monks, and everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment. But after that, the current emperor practiced sorcery and wanted to embark on the path of immortality. I don't know where he got the method of cultivating sorcery, and he used the spiritual root of absorbing people as a practice method. For so many years, Mingguo has been strictly blocked, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and people inside are not allowed to come out."

"One year ago, an old man and a young man escaped from Ming Country, and we only got the news that almost all the people in Ming Country had died. Now, only the monarch of Ming Country and his minions are left."

"Mingguo is so devastated, is there no one to take care of it?" Wang Zhong asked, "Is it far from here?"

"It's just too far away to manage, and even though we have great power in the Immortal Mountain, the interior is also unstable. Everyone wants to become an immortal for their own cultivation. How can they have time to care about other countries' affairs?"

Wang nodded emphatically, the chaos in this world was beyond his imagination.

The root of everything is probably from becoming a fairy.

All ascetics want to become immortals, but it is extremely difficult to become immortals.

The point is that people in the world don't know how to become immortals, so some people choose sorcery, and some people choose to devour other people's spiritual roots to strengthen themselves.

Everyone has their own path, which has caused the whole world to suffer.

Even people like Huichao, in order to prevent someone from surpassing themselves, the national teacher even killed people with low spiritual roots to achieve it.

This storyteller knows a lot, and even talked about fairy mountains.

Xianshan is located in the center of this continent. The so-called Xianshan is not a mountain, but a huge continuous mountain range.

Around here, there are ordinary cities, small towns, and even... villages.

In the huge continent surrounding Xianshan, all the towns and villages are led by people appointed by Xianshan.

In a sense, the Hui Dynasty is a monarchy, and Xianshan is actually directly led by the Xianfu.

This small town is still far away from the fairy mountain, so Wang Zhong and Ziru did not stop and continued on their way.

Then I bought three horses, and I went fast.

It has to be said that here in Xianshan, it is much safer than Huichao.

There are no powerful evil things here, even in the middle of the night, there are still many people walking on the official road.

Three days later, a huge mountain range was finally discovered.