"That, that, but they are beautiful women now. How can they let beautiful women fight and kill? As long as I stand there, no one will attack me! Hehe, I can still make others be fascinated by me and forget to fight with you. Isn't that great!"

Seeing that Zhu Lingwu seemed to be completely unwilling to care about his appearance, Hu Daji only cared about whether he could help with the battle, and couldn't help but feel wronged again.

"Oh, it seems that my two foundation-building pills were really wasted, so I made a vase. Oh my, I feel heartbroken!"

Zhu Lingwu continued to joke and tease, deliberately making a heart-wrenching look of pain, and sighed non-stop there.

"Hmph, Ignore you! You just did it on purpose. You can block this hole by yourself. I'm going out to play!"

Hu Daji was naturally very familiar with Zhu Lingwu. She already knew that it was Zhu Lingwu who was deliberately making fun of her, so she turned around and ran out of the bamboo house.

Of course, the demon slaves who were originally floating like yellow-winged butterflies in the bamboo house also followed one by one obediently, hovering around Hu Daji's body, saying all kinds of compliments.

Soon, these demon spirit slaves made Hu Daji giggle, but this was obviously Hu Daji deliberately laughing for Zhu Lingwu.

Looking at Hu Daji's back as he left, Zhu Lingwu sighed and felt a lot of pressure missing in his heart. After this Hu Daji transformed, it was really difficult to face it.

Then Zhu Lingwu looked at Qiu Yangling who was standing like a carving on the other side. There was no need for Zhu Lingwu to say anything. Qiu Yangling sighed, and then went out to get the bamboo to repair the hole in the floor of the bamboo house.

"I finally built the foundation and built the spiritual foundation and escaped from the mortal fetus. So how should I live next? I'm afraid I'll have to live in this Demon Prisoner Tower for many years!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Lingwu's brows frowned. Although the rich pure yang spiritual energy in the Prisoner Tower did make Zhu Lingwu's foundation-building process very smoothly.

Even if Zhu Lingwu easily constructed his own spiritual foundation in advance, it reduced the difficulty of building a foundation. But if he changed to another place, he might have caused some trouble to Zhu Lingwu in terms of the spiritual power required for building the foundation.

Thinking about the growth of the last two fox tails of the little white fox, it was equivalent to a foundation-building process, which took so much spiritual power. Therefore, when Zhu Lingwu just built the foundation, he actually absorbed a lot of pure yang spiritual energy.

This time, Zhu Lingwu was able to successfully build the foundation. It is also inseparable from the rich pure yang spiritual energy of the Demon Prisoner Tower.

But when Zhu Lingwu thought about staying in this Demon Prisoner Tower for many years in the future and the hidden dangers of the Demon Demon, he felt a little annoyed inexplicably.

"Oh, forget it, let's calm down and live. At least I can still know what's going on outside through the clones outside, and it won't be as boring as if I'm locked in a cage, but I'm just a little unwilling to give up! Forget it, forget it, or maybe I'd better go to Master to report the good news first and let him see what's wrong with my spiritual foundation!"

Zhu Lingwu thought about it and finally could only face reality. Now he had no other thoughts, so he could only focus on cultivation.

It's also interesting. Before, Zhu Lingwu wandered from Chong'an Kingdom to Chunyang Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty, and was just thinking about finding a safe place to practice with peace of mind. But now, this Prisoner Tower is also the best place to retreat and practice, but Zhu Lingwu was a little restless.

Now it’s finally easy to build the foundation, maybe it’s time to concentrate on practicing peacefully.

Thinking of this, Zhu Lingwu got off the bamboo couch and stood up. He walked out of his bamboo house. Although Zhu Lingwu did not deliberately practice, the spiritual foundation in Zhu Lingwu's body took the initiative to help him absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and then slowly cleans his body.

Although the spiritual power in Zhu Lingwu's body has reached saturation, under the continuous action of this spiritual foundation, Zhu Lingwu's body is repeatedly rinsing his body, slowly increasing the upper limit of the spiritual power of this body.

Therefore, there is still a layer of colorful spiritual light on Zhu Lingwu's body surface, which is like a fairy light, which makes people look extraordinary.

As long as Zhu Lingwu did not deliberately hide it, this layer of colorful spiritual light would always help Zhu Lingwu absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him. Perhaps this is the reason why mortals in the world would call monks an immortal master.

Therefore, only true foundation-building monks can be regarded as immortal masters respected by the world.

Of course, for Zhu Lingwu himself, Zhu Lingwu felt comfortable all over at this time. The pure yang spiritual energy absorbed and penetrated into it with the spiritual light on his body, just like a cold air conditioner in summer and a hot heating in winter.

Zhu Lingwu developed a sense of freedom and freedom that was integrated into the world, which was an indescribable feeling.

Unfortunately, he is now in the Demon Prisoner Tower. Although he can feel the rich pure yang spiritual energy around him, like thick fog permeating his side, Zhu Lingwu can also sense that the world where he is located is covered by a layer of dark and faint things.

This layer of things like the fall of heaven and earth is like a high abyss canal that isolates the outside world, giving Zhu Lingwu an inexplicable sense of depression.

Zhu Lingwu could only sigh again, and then a flash of inspiration under his feet sent Zhu Lingwu out more than a hundred steps away. Soon, he had already arrived in front of the black stone house where Wu Hua Zhenren was.

Now in Zhu Lingwu's feeling, this black stone house is different from the original one. It is like a dark and faint hole, with the same rich dark spiritual light sealing on the surface, making people unable to sense everything inside.

"After building the foundation, my feelings about the world are really different. No wonder the foundation-building monks have to travel around the world to realize their own golden elixir. This is to understand the nature of the world through this feeling, and then find the spiritual pattern of the Tao that they need? This feeling is really different!"

Zhu Lingwu felt a little sad again, but now he is trapped in the Demon Prisoner Tower. Unless he can find a way to restrain his inner demons, Wu Hua Zhenren will never let him leave the Demon Prisoner Tower easily.

"Master, I have something to ask for my opinion!"

Zhu Lingwu called respectfully to the black stone house. Although he had just come out of the stone house for less than six hours, he didn't know if the Wu Hua Zhenren had led to the inner demon and whether he had time to see him.

As Zhu Lingwu finished speaking, the curtain of the black stone house flashed and it was lifted aside. In Zhu Lingwu's feeling, it was like a closed cave to open the door, revealing the hidden mystery inside.

But as it seems, Wu Hua Zhenren still failed to resolve the inner demon troubles.

At this time, Zhu Lingwu also sensed the scene in the black stone house. Zhu Lingwu walked in in two steps, but saw that Wu Hua Zhenren was still sitting cross-legged on the stone couch.
Chapter completed!