Chapter 63 Ten Thousand Spirit Stones

"Hey! You should have something to eat." A girl shouted.

"I won't eat."

"What if you starve to death if you don't eat?"

Another voice replied: "I will never die of hunger."

"You think you're a cultivator and can't stop eating?" the girl said.

In desperation, Mu Hanchan took two sips of hot soup.

In fact, he didn't want to talk to the girl at all, and he was not in the mood at all.

His current physical condition is not optimistic.

He suffered from frostbite in many places all over his body, as well as what appeared to be burns. In serious places, the skin was broken to the bone.

"But this matter is indeed too big. If the sect finds out..."

"Why?" the young man asked in confusion.

"If we don't go through Wuxi Swamp and take a detour, it will probably take at least hundreds of thousands of miles, and we have to borrow a road through other sects, which is very troublesome."

"Uncle, I have found my whereabouts." A young man said in surprise.

This cultivation level only trains the skin and flesh, not the muscles and bones.

Mu Hanchan said: "The virtual age is 15, the full year is 14."

So he felt his pulse again, and his brows furrowed even more.

Remember, you will win if you love to fight!

The rupture of the void protective suit caused him to endure injuries that a monk of his level could not and should not endure.

Because the kind and peaceful old gentleman who has always been called a "half-immortal" actually frowned.

"Yes, yes, uncle, you are right, nephew, please remember your teachings." The young man said with respect, and then left. But he sneered in his heart.

"I...actually don't need to..."

The middle-aged man saw Mu Hanchan sweating on his forehead and said.

On the fourth day, the middle-aged man said to his daughter: "I am going to sell fish in a nearby town."

"Little brother, you are very weak now. Let me tell you, you should eat more."

However, what the Xuantian Mirror can capture is often only one-tenth. What's more, after entering the atmosphere, it will catch fire due to the huge friction, thus affecting accurate judgment."

In a large hall.

Mu Hanchan said.

"Oh? Really?" the old man asked.

The young man was overjoyed, knowing that the good job had fallen to him, and he said proudly: "I will go there in person, and with this soul-finding gem, we will find the Qianyuan Ruler lost in the territory.

"My guess is correct. It is indeed a strange meteorite from the sky. It is a stone containing incomparable energy. It is very likely to be the Thousand Spirit Stone, or even the legendary Ten Thousand Spirit Stone."

"Why don't you go sleep in the woodshed? The woodshed has been cleaned up and you can just make a bunk on the floor."

Six monks wearing silver robes were preparing to set off, among which a young monk wearing bright moon silver stood out.

"Senior Brother, we are going to search for the dead this time. The journey is not far, but we have to pass through the Wuxi Swamp."

He also said: "Immortals, sages, and saints. They have a more compassionate heart than ordinary sages. They care about all living things and all things. They do not treat them like ants and trample on them."

After all, Mu Hanchan looked like he was sitting cross-legged, and he was a little afraid that his daughter would be frightened when she woke up at night.

So, Mu Hanchan temporarily settled down in this fisherman's house on the evening of the second day after he landed.

As a result, the middle-aged man spent a long time and only took out two cents.

"How dare I deceive you, my nephew? Judging from the spiritual power captured through Xuantian Mirror's monitoring, it contains 874 kinds of spiritual power.

Three days passed by in an instant.

"Old sir, wait a minute, I'll give you the consultation fee."

The middle-aged man said: "Well, what about that person?"

"I'll go take a look," the middle-aged man said.

He also said: "Is the sect war a child's play? Is it just a fight? How can it be decided by you and me?"

The young man's face was gloomy and uncertain. He thought for a long time and said, "It's better to just cross Wuxi Swamp. It's better than staying in it."

At the same time, something was happening on a mountain peak 27,000 miles away from the fishing village. This peak was the tail end of the Shuilong Mountain Range and the junction with the Nanheng Mountain Range.

When Mu Hanchan saw the middle-aged man approaching, he quickly tried to stand up.

"I forgot." Mu Hanchan lied.

"Okay!" Mu Hanchan responded.

evening.

"In this world of immortality, drought will lead to death, and waterlogging will lead to death. The timid will starve to death, and the bold will die of exhaustion. Only by seizing the opportunity and giving it a try can life turn around.

In fact, he wanted to call him today, but it was getting late and he was very tired after a long day of work. The most important thing was that Mu Hanchan didn't seem to have anything serious.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

The human body is divided into: skin, flesh, bones, and blood.

Standing in the hall was an old man in green clothes, looking at a ball of water hanging in the hall like spiritual light fluctuations.

So he told the middle-aged man that he was fine, and the middle-aged man kindly asked him to stay at home for a few days to recuperate.

When the meridians are unblocked, it is the day when cultivation can be restored.

"What are you afraid of? In the worst case, there will be a sect war." The young man said disapprovingly.

"War is going to kill a lot of people. Not only are countless monks destroyed and thousands of years of cultivation and hard work being wasted, but hundreds of millions of ordinary people will also suffer the same disaster as Chi Yu."

As for the sect, if you don’t tell me and I don’t tell you, who will know?

Youth reporting.

"Also, should we report this matter to the sect?" one person asked, seemingly not wanting to go together.

"What's that statement?"

The young man said flatteringly again.

"It's nothing serious, I just don't eat or drink."

"He has frostbite and burns on his body, and his meridians are blocked in many places."

"What? The spirit of wiping the mirror? This is a serious crime and your cultivation will be revoked." Several people thought, but they dared not speak out in anger.

"Old sir, what's going on little brother?" the middle-aged man asked strangely.

After a while, the middle-aged man called the old gentleman outside and asked, "What on earth is going on? What serious illness does this little brother have?"

Mirror Sect.(3966.4782)

"Yes, twenty-seven thousand miles is nothing to us, but this swamp is very sad."

"Hey, no need."

He is currently only at the middle stage of the seventh level of Yuan Condensation, which is the cultivation level of the Great Body Tempering.

"Qian'er, get a set of old quilts."

"Nonsense!" the old man in green scolded.

His idea is that when the treasure is obtained, his uncle will definitely reward him with the Qianyuan Ruler. Even if he does not give it, he will still give him a very generous reward. After all, this is a huge achievement, and both discovery and exploration are

Made it myself.

"You must be feeling very unwell now. When I'm free tomorrow, I'll call a doctor for you and take a look at you."

"It shouldn't be!" the old gentleman thought in his mind.

The old man in green hesitated and said, "Because it may cause disputes among the sects."

"Okay daddy."

What's a little strange is that the Wanling Stone in his hand always emits a little light from time to time, and then disappears quickly.

"Of course I know this." The old man in green waved his hand.

At the same time, on a mountain peak of the Mirror Sect.

"That's why you can't be afraid of trouble. Only with war can you get more opportunities to break the situation and be better promoted."

There is also the Xuantian Mirror. This is just a small storyboard. It has already cut off the connection with the main realm. I have erased the monitoring records. Even if the sect investigates, it will be said that the mirror is malfunctioning and there is something wrong."

But the old gentleman said: "Forget it, doctors are kind-hearted. I'm afraid this young man will die soon. Besides, I haven't diagnosed it yet."

"I'm just a deputy sect-level person. In your eyes, I may be extremely high, but in fact, in the eyes of the authentic and super-zong-level people, we are nothing. And I'm still at the bottom of the deputy sect level because I haven't reached the level yet.
To be continued...