Doomsday tour

Zhu Heming was fiddling with the ring on his hand while talking, and there was a little loneliness in his words. It could be seen that he missed his master very much, but unfortunately he couldn't go back.

"The wood life world was given to me by the master to grow medicinal materials. There is a special space in it to grow herbs. I didn't take it back after I was expelled. Now the world is scarce. There is a spiritual gathering array inside the wood life world. It is quite rich, but the only trouble is that it needs to be supported by spirit stones. But with it, it is possible to cultivate medicinal materials for alchemy, so that you will not be troubled by the lack of spirit energy." Zhu Heming explained the ring to the two.

"This is a Magical Artifact." Zuo Qingyan suddenly became jealous. He doesn't have any Magical Artifacts for a casual cultivator - except for his tattered flying sword, someone else has a Crane Demon, which seems to be of a high level. More popular than dead.

Zhu Heming seemed to understand his intention, covered his hands and said to Tu Feinu: "This guy is rich, he likes to rob, you can dig things from him."

Zuo Qingyan looked at Tu Fei - a strong, tall figure and a face with high brows, deep eyes and sharp edges, and then at his own face with slender arms and legs and a pretty face...

"Brother Tu, your name is really imposing. When you hear the surname Tu, you have a murderous look." Zuo Qingyan said flatteringly.

Zhu Heming snorted: "What murderous intent, it's obviously pig-killing intent."

Tu Fei silently watched the grilled fish without saying a word.

The Crane Demon probably felt that it was not kind of him to blatantly contradict his gangster companions so openly, so he grunted a few times and went to set up around. Tu Fei leaned on the tree and didn't know what he was thinking.

Zuo Qingyan always felt that he was a bit strange, but it was nothing to think about it in retrospect. Most sword masters had a withdrawn personality. They were obsessed with kendo and loved swords all their lives, and rarely communicated with others.He would take Zhu Heming with him, and he probably just fell in love with his alchemy skills.

But this sword cultivator has a really good temper.

Rong Zijie made a big sleeping bag out of nowhere, and got into it by himself. Zuo Qingyan stared at him curiously. Rong Zijie probably felt uncomfortable under his gaze. The curtain rose, isolating him behind the black light curtain.

"Don't touch it randomly, this will automatically defend and counterattack." Rong Zijie's voice came from the light curtain.

"What a miraculous formation, what a miraculous magic weapon." Zuo Qingyan was full of admiration.

"..."

Too lazy to explain to him what a technological civilization is, Rong Zijie closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Seeing that no one was chatting with him anymore, Zuo Qingyan had no choice but to meditate and close his eyes to practice.The spiritual energy in the dantian has condensed into a golden pill, surrounded by a faint blue spiritual energy, constantly nourishing the golden pill.Zuo Qingyan concentrated and calmed down, the spiritual energy circulated in the body for three big cycles, and finally recovered a little bit of the deficient spiritual energy, but it was still not full.

It seems that it is impossible to continue to practice on the earth. When I gather all the spirit stones and find the teleportation array, I will leave the earth as soon as possible. The master must be very anxious about his news.

Zuo Qingyan immediately became tired after the three big weeks. Cultivation is too exhausting for one's will, and those who are not determined can easily wander off.

When he opened his eyes to look for Peanut, he found that Tu Fei had stopped practicing at some point, and was looking at him quietly with his eyes open.

"Fellow Daoist Tu?" Zuo Qingyan asked.

"The exercises you practice are very unusual." Tu Fei said suddenly.

"Ah?" Zuo Qingyan didn't know what was so special about the kung fu he practiced. The ordinary wood-type kung fu "Wan Mu Jue" was not a wonderful kung fu.

"If it's not that the cultivation technique is strange, then there must be another mystery. I have seen many wood-type cultivators, but I have never seen that the spiritual energy leaked during cultivation can turn the surrounding vegetation into this."

Zuo Qingyan silently looked around, no surprises, this place has become a paradise of plants, especially the area where he is sitting, has almost changed from a lawn to a haystack.

"My master is also very strange. I am not very talented. Less than [-]% of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be intercepted when passing through the dantian, but at least half of the [-]% flow out again... On the contrary, the surrounding plants are nourished and vigorous. It is." Zuo Qingyan said helplessly, "So it is a miracle that I can cultivate to the Golden Core stage, and it is entirely due to my master's 'If I don't practice, I won't be fed'."

Of course, maybe this has something to do with the vine demon that changed his life. If it hadn't been for its attempt to snatch him away, his master would not have accepted such a talented and dull disciple.Although the vine demon is gone, it has benefited him a lot from its natural affinity for the wood system—at least in some aspects, such as planting peanuts. As far as he knows, it is necessary to nourish the seeds so casually until they bloom and bear fruit to complete the plant. The growth cycle requires at least the ability to control the out-of-body period.

However, there seems to be a little accident in the process of seizing the house—this is what his master said. I am afraid that the vine demon had some subtle influence on Zuo Qingyan, or more simply put, it took Zuo Qingyan's spirit. His mind was damaged. In the year when he was rescued by his master, he didn't even have any intelligence. His whole body seemed to have lost his soul. After a whole year of nourishment by the pill, he gradually recovered.Because of this, his master felt guilty towards him, and even though he had poor qualifications and acted strangely, he never demanded much from him.

Or maybe it was because of the vine demon, he was very comfortable with vines.It can be used as a whip, as a rope to climb, and as a tool for binding people. It is really useful.

"Brother Zuo, maybe your aura can help the fairy grass in the wood life world to grow faster, and the efficacy of the medicine can also be improved a lot." I have been leaning on the tree with my eyes closed and using my spiritual consciousness to take care of the medicinal materials in the wood life world Zhu Heming also opened his eyes and interjected.

It was the first time Zuo Qingyan found out that he, this good-for-nothing, still has a place to use, and immediately agreed happily: "As long as you can use me, just say it!"

Zhu Heming smiled sweetly at him: "But Brother Zuo, you probably don't have enough spiritual power."

Zuo Qingyan became wilted again, silently squatting back to the original place, driving his pitifully scarce aura to continue to circulate, absorbing the even pitifully scarce aura in the world.

It was almost dawn, and as soon as the sun came out, a few people started on the road. The bad thing was that Rong Zijie hadn't gotten up yet. The black light curtain formed a complete hexahedron to protect him inside. Zuo Qingyan drove a vine to test it out. , the vines were scorched as soon as they touched the light curtain.

"I can't touch it." Zuo Qingyan said helplessly.

Zhu Heming was also very curious, so he broke off a branch and threw it over, and the branch was burnt.

"What a powerful barrier." Zhu Heming said with emotion, "I didn't expect Brother Rong to hide it so deeply. I don't know what magic weapon it is."

Tu Fei, who had been silent all this time, displayed the adaptability and curiosity that a cultivator should have. He used his spiritual power to directly float the light curtain of the cube into the air, and then carried it all the way forward.

"Are you going to find a place where no one is around and throw him away?" Zuo Qingyan chased after him curiously and asked, "Then he has to hand over all the canned pork in his pocket."

After thinking about it, it seemed that the food reserves in Rong Zijie's family were already in his Qiankun bag, and then he was relieved: "If you want to throw it away, throw it away, anyway, all the food is in my pocket."

Tu Fei glanced at him inexplicably, and stepped out of the enchantment that Zhu Heming set up last night.

Outside the barrier was a group of wandering zombies, who yelled when they smelled human scent, and quickened their dragging pace, walking towards Tu Fei one by one.

Tu Fei snorted coldly, adjusted his spiritual power slightly, and the light barrier surrounding Rong Zijie quickly flew towards the zombie. As soon as the zombie touched the black light curtain, it was burnt into coke. The light curtain was invincible, and a group of zombies returned to ashes in an instant.

"It's amazing." Zhu Heming, who chased after him, looked at the light curtain with admiration, "This magic weapon is really useful."

"Jie Jie has such a good thing." Zuo Qingyan also looked envious.

Only Tu Fei touched his chin and looked at this "magic weapon" with great interest, looking thoughtful.