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Sleeping? No. Why? Tired.

Wujiu was injured by the sword talisman, and a deep sword mouth was left on his left arm.

If it were someone else, even if there was a spiritual resistance, it would be a life-threatening one arm, but it would be at least one arm would be broken.

But he survived and could still wrap his wounds and rest on his own. You should know that the sword talisman sacrificed by Mushen was too fierce. At the moment of attack, the crazy murderous aura poured into his body with his arms, as if he was about to destroy all limbs and bones, and even all his vitality. At the critical moment, he vaguely felt a familiar and unfamiliar force that rushed from all directions in his body, and surrounded and wiped out all the invading murderous aura and slowly dissipated.

Everything strange seems to have some inexplicable relationship with the dagger in your arms!

The reason why the power is familiar is derived from the spiritual power of the stone pillar. The reason why it is also unfamiliar is that it seems to have become a breath in one's body in the maintenance of the short sword, and it is everywhere at all times.

Because of this, the whole person seemed to have been cleansed, so that the essence, blood, qi and veins were hollowed out and replaced. At that moment, he forgot the pain at the mouth of the sword and ignored the fear of life and death, as if he had been drained of all his soul and spirit. Only unspeakable fatigue filled the whole body, causing people to be exhausted and unable to move.

What happened? Could it be a sign of death?

Wujiu clearly felt the hunger in his belly. He knew that he was not dead, so he grabbed two lacquer stones and swallowed them. He lay on the stone couch and recalled everything that happened. No matter how hard he thought, he was still confused. Or it was related to the path of immortality, so he walked like a mountain. Since he couldn't figure it out, it would be fine to ignore it for the time being, but the sword's mouth slowly became painful and itchy, like a hundred insects scratching their hearts, making people unable to be quiet.

Before I knew it, a day passed...

Wujiu got up from the couch and staggered towards the corner of the cave, not caring about yelling, "Don't look at it if you are not good, and don't get close to it if you are not good." He just untied his clothes and vented it. Although the lactostone was hungry, it was still a stone. The feeling of passing through the intestines was refreshing and painful, but it was not told by outsiders!

Although he was unbearable, he was always on guard and ran away with someone approaching him.

Compared with embarrassment and lifelessness, it cannot be said in the same way.

So he went in a hurry and came in a hurry. He grabbed two lacquer stones and swallowed them, drank a few sips of water, and then lay down and closed his eyes to rest. It seemed that the sword mouth on his arm was a little relieved.

In a blink of an eye, two more days passed...

Mushen was still guarding the entrance of the cave, but he was no longer as calm as before. Especially whenever he saw someone coming and going, a few blue veins could not help but burst into flames on his forehead and his eyes were spitting out.

The boy ate and slept, slept, ate after he finished slept, slept after he finished slept, and his legs became more and more slept, and his decadence gradually disappeared, and he was clearly a good person. He was originally in severe injuries and shouldn't have healed so quickly. If he could heal the wound and relieve pain by gnawing stones, what else would he need? And he was no longer busy sleeping today, and he was trying to make things difficult...

Wujiu returned to the stone couch and felt that his body was as hot as before. He couldn't help but grin and rubbed his butt a few times. Then he looked slightly stunned again, clenched his fists slightly, and looked down at his left arm.

Under the broken clothes, the naked arms were covered with blood scabs. The sword's mouth had healed, leaving only a striking black blood mark. In just three days, the injury was greatly improved. What is particularly gratifying is that the fatigue disappeared, the hands and feet were strong, which was stronger and stronger than before. Could it be caused by the lacquer stone or the power of spiritual power?

Under the covetous eyes of the powerful enemy, under the pressure of the crisis of life and death, under the torture of hunger, and under the danger of being severely injured, he endured the hardship for more than ten days. Not only did he not die, but he also lived well. It is really a blessing to heaven, and it is a joyful celebration!

Wujiu was lucky enough to be proud. He raised his long eyebrows and took a step, waved his arms and gestured, and exhaled and said, "This move, charge into the formation and show off heroes!" He twisted his waist and back, pretended to punch: "This move, the two armies will show their domineeringness in front of the formation!" He turned around, pulled the bow and arrow, and shouted sternly: "This move, kill the enemy owl among millions of troops! Mushen, look at me passing through Yang in a hundred steps, and take your head..."

This is a scholar who is like a fake, a real young man, and a real descendant of the general. He is quite familiar with the tricks of catching chickens and fighting dogs. Now that he has escaped from death, and his injuries have healed, he feels proud. He immediately reveals his true form. He stretches his muscles and bones on the stone couch, and he still makes a provocation to Mushen.

And he was very majestic, but he was stuttering and said boredly: "Before I showed my own way of killing enemies, that guy was scared away..."

There were no figures at the entrance of the cave, and Mushen disappeared.

That guy wants to use the same trick again, but he has no new ideas. Whoever is deceived will be a stone!

Wujiu did not take Mushen's departure seriously, but he no longer tried to walk out of the cave to avoid repeating the same mistake. He sat down on the stone couch, reached out to grab a handful of lacquer stone from the water, and then opened his mouth to eat it. He grinned again with a self-deprecating look.

This is like a savage of stones all day long. Yujingfeng is also unreasonable. Since he has not seen him go to the well for many days, he should send someone to check it out. Perhaps he can take the opportunity to escape from danger. It is better than such a dark and lonely cold.

There is also Fairy Zi Yan, why didn’t she come to visit her? Did she be busy practicing and had no time to clone her, or did she forget the teacher whom Fenghuagu thought about her day and night?

No, she first gave her a jade pendant, then left herself at Yujing Peak, and gave her a pill, which was enough to show that she had something to do with her love!

Well, if you have feelings, I will have righteousness. I wish to win the heart and rely on each other forever, hehe!

Yes, the pill given by Zi Yan was not unusual at the time, but is the current change related to it?

Wujiu rolled up his sleeves and raised his arms. His slightly thin arms were almost the same as before, and there was no strong muscles rising. As the fists clenched, the black gas on his skin became more and more obvious, like black blood flowing in his body, and an inexplicable force was about to come out.

Could it be that Zi Yan predicted that I had many disasters and gave me elixirs to transform me into a complete way so that I could escape the trouble and fly with her and be free between heaven and earth?

That should be true, otherwise the sword injury would never be healed so quickly, and his strength would increase greatly. In time, you might not have to worry about that guy Mushen anymore!

It’s a pity that I don’t have spiritual roots and still can’t practice. Zi Yan, I’ll give me a pill next time, the kind that wants to become an immortal...

Wujiu couldn't help but look graceful figure in white clothes. He suddenly felt full of joy and refreshed, as if the coldness in front of him had been swept away, and replaced by the jade hall and the world of heaven and earth. He was so excited that he raised his foot and waded through the accumulated water, walked to the stone wall on one side, raised his right fist and smashed it over. In an instant, the force in his body surged out along his arms.

"Bang--"

With a dull sound, a pit that was more than an inch deep appeared on the wall of the cave.

Wujiu looked at the hard white jade wall, then looked at his fist. His wrists and five fingers had a slight soreness and numbness, but he was completely unharmed.

Oh, so much strength and hard fists, they actually smashed a pit into the jade, even if they were copper tendons and iron bones! Mushen, have you seen that, can your small body be as hard as the jade? In another ten days and a half months, you may be able to reverse your strength. Don’t say that I bully you, hum!

And you must not slack off in your practice, but you must persist!

How to practice? Give up a stone and sleep!

Wujiu returned to the stone couch, swallowed two lacquer stones, then lay down on his back, accompanied by a figure in white, falling asleep leisurely in the rippling spring eyes...

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In a blink of an eye, two months have passed since the days underground.

At least there are more than 60 finger marks on the stone wall, which are left every time you are convenient. Each one is a day. More than 60 are in front and behind, which means that two months have passed quietly.

Wujiu stood up from the corner of the cave, tied up his clothes, and stretched out his hand to stroke it casually. Another clear finger mark appeared on the wall of the cave, which was lined up from shallow to deep, and the front and back forces were obviously different. He nodded with satisfaction, stretched his fingers and poked them a few times, imagining Mushen's scream, he couldn't help but grin.

However, when he moved the stone to cover the pit, he still frowned slightly and looked helpless.

The filthy objects in the stone pit are no longer black, but white. They look no different from lacquer stones, and they can't smell even if they have a stench. Don't think too much, now they are eating whatever they eat. And the strength that has slowly increased seems to have stopped. Is it because Zi Yan's power of the elixir given by him exhausted, or is the miraculous effect of lacquer stone completed?

In addition, Mushin has not seen anyone for many days. Should he give up or hide in the dark to prepare for a sneak attack?

No matter how he plays tricks, I will never be fooled by calmness.

Wujiu walked back, took only two steps, grinned again, hurriedly reached out to cover his butt and felt deeply. If the lacquer stone is useless, it would be better to eat less. If this continues, it will be really hard to absorb!

He returned to the stone couch and sat cross-legged. The sword wound on his left arm had been healed, and even the scar was not left. He rolled up his sleeves again and clenched his fists slightly. There was no longer a flash of black air on his arms, but his fair skin seemed to be abnormal and emitted a faint dark swath, as if he was applied with a layer of strange dirt and could not be washed away. Not only that, but his body also...

Wujiu looked at his own situation and was still confused. He simply stopped thinking about it, but instead found two booklets to get rid of the boredom.

The "Bai Ling Sutra" is very useful. After reading it carefully, you not only know the treasures of heaven and earth, but also have a little knowledge of pharmacology, which is considered to be a skill to save your life. If you know the "Collection of Immortals" and understand some rules of the immortals, you will avoid a lot of embarrassment when you interact with monks and immortals in the future. However, there are still too few things recorded in these two booklets. I still can't figure out the origin of my own condition after reading it several times. For example, why the strength has become bigger, why the skin has become darker, etc.

"Bang--"

So that at this moment, a faint muffled sound suddenly came from the entrance of the cave, followed by a scream of exclamation—

"careful……"

"There is a formation here..."

"There are people in the cave..."

Wujiu was flipping through the booklet in his hand, and was stunned when he heard the sound. He hesitated for a moment, quickly packed his body, then slowly left the stone couch and walked towards the entrance of the cave with a short sword out of the sheath... Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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