The dim color has seven-color texture on it, and the surface is not very smooth, but has countless tiny granular protrusions. Xiao Shisanlang looked carefully and became more and more sure of his judgment. This inconspicuous pill should be the rumored holy medicine for cultivation - the elixir of sitting on the ground!

Sitting on the ground pill means to take root. All things have spirits, and all things must also have roots. Plants can survive with roots. If you are a monk, you need roots to step into the true path of cultivation and seek the method of immortality.

It is said that it is a holy medicine for cultivation, not because of how high its level is, but because 99% of cultivators need to use it. Its function is actually very simple, which can reduce the difficulty of cultivators hitting the foundation-building threshold and increase the probability of 40% out of thin air.

Every monk needs to face foundation building. There are hundreds of millions of monks in the world. Therefore, although the ground pill is only at level 2, it is not cheaper than level 3 or even level 4 pills, and it is even more difficult to find. Xiao Shisanlang knew that Tashan had not been able to sit in the ground pill and endured for decades before the foundation building was successfully built. He missed the best time and ended up in a way that he could not make any progress and could no longer make any breakthroughs.

As a disciple of a sect, Tashan has not had bad qualifications. Even after breaking the path of Tao, he could only join the war alliance to seek the more slim path to becoming a saint. The preciousness of the elixir of the earth is no longer something to describe, but a treasure that no one will easily share with.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shisanlang felt emotion in his heart and sighed unconsciously: "It is said that the colder the face, the hotter the hearts of people. Although he had never seen what the teacher looked like, she must have given birth to a stern face, as cold as Xuanbing."

If the old woman heard such ungrateful words, she would not know what she would feel if she heard them. What was strange was that Xiao Shisanlang was so excited that he did not see such a rare elixir. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said to himself: "The problem is that it may not be useful to me!"

After frowning and thinking, Xiao Shisanlang buckled the jade box, got up and came to a huge mirror embedded in the side wall, and sat cross-legged. Then, he slowly untied his top, revealing a strong body that was much weaker than his literary appearance, and looked at it in front of the mirror.

The monk was able to check his body by himself and observe the subtleties in his body through internal vision. However, for some reason, he was still used to using the mirror. Looking at the exact same self in the mirror, Xiao Shisanlang's eyes were concentrated in his heart and silent.

There, there is a mark that is completely different from the surrounding ivory skin, shaped like a five-angle star, like a birthmark. Four of the characters are dim, one corner is relatively bright, but it has an introverted momentum and gradually becomes an arc.

Xiao Shisanlang's eyes focused on the arc on the person's chest in the mirror. He looked straight for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said to himself: "You are really amazing, and you have also helped me a lot."

The person's lips in the mirror moved slightly, copying his movements and expressions, as if he was ridiculing him for being bored, powerless, or helpless.

"But you are too difficult to serve, and you are too greedy!"

Xiao Shisanlang pointed to the mirror nervously and sighed: "How many years have you been fighting here? You have been like this all the time. You only vomit two points after eating ten points, and you have made your cultivation not true or false. You can't even figure out what level you are. Tell me yourself, isn't it too much!"

If a familiar person sees Xiao Shisanlang's appearance here, he will be shocked. The young master of Thirteen, who has always been gentle and elegant, seems to have changed his own person, with helplessness in his despair and a hint of mania. However, he himself has no idea, venting his anger and chatting endlessly in the mirror that does not speak.

"Since I can condense a vortex of spiritual power, it should be considered as foundation-building cultivation. This is what I said, is it correct?"

"But because of you, I can only maintain it for an hour, and I still need to do my best and not use any magic power. Let's talk about it, what's going on with me? Is it the foundation building or the eighth level of Qi refining now?"

"The most annoying thing is that every time I call spiritual power to condense into a vortex, you will absorb a lot! Not only will it make me unable to maintain it, but it also hurts the foundation. The next time it condenses becomes more difficult. Tell me yourself, isn't it too much!"

After questioning two more questions in a row, Xiao Shisanlang calmed down and said helplessly: "Okay, I admit that you are not bad to me. Not only can you practice spiritual and demons, but you can also give back to me more purely, so that I can pretend to be a charlatan and cheat Xiaocai."

"But since three years ago... you have become more and more greedy, more and more outrageous, more and more..."

Erasing a handful of bitter tears, Xiao Shisanlang said with a wry smile: "If my estimate is correct, you need to turn your little sharp point into a small round circle, so that the situation can be stopped. Not to mention the difficulty, just build the foundation. At most, I can just push it, and I will suck more spiritual weapons and magic weapons and it will be over."

His eyes became sad and Xiao Shisanlang said sadly: "But you still have four little swords. Does that mean that I have to do this for four times in the future? Does it mean that when the four major realms are broken, you must serve you first before it can come to me?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Shisanlang waved his hand casually and placed the pile of broken demon tools and the flying swords of Tian Qiye's spiritual weapon on the ground. Then he took off the fist gloves of both hands, revealing the magical palms.

If you look closely, you will find that the index finger and middle finger on his palm are obviously different from other fingers. The two fingers of his right hand are as crystal clear as jade, while the two fingers of his left hand are obviously black, exuding a gloomy and violent aura for unknown reasons.

After preparing, Xiao Shisanlang took a deep breath, poked out the four strange fingers, and swept across a piece of cut-off like a painting. His movements were not fast, but he was extremely skillful. He seemed to be familiar with the path and had done similar things countless times.

A strange scene appeared. Wherever his fingers passed, whether it was flying swords or demon tools, they all became dark and dull, and there was no trace of special luster produced by the spiritual and demonic energy contained in it, like a pile of real scrap iron, spreading to the ground.

As this process continued, his fingers also changed. The two fingers of his right hand became more crystal clear, with a slight jumping light and the momentum spreading to the next finger. The two fingers of his left hand were a little worse. Although the color deepened, it was not very obvious, and there was no crystal clear feeling, so there was no abnormality.

Soon, Xiao Shisanlang absorbed all the fragments, adjusted his breath for a moment, quietly experienced it, and smiled bitterly.

"It's true. The higher the grade, the more essence it contains, the more difficult it is to absorb. But this is the spiritual realm, and even magic tools are difficult to find, let alone high-quality magic weapons."

"Did you want me to go to the Demon Realm? Otherwise, why do you have to be a fellow practitioner of spiritual demons and have no choice but to lack it?"

"Even if you have enough magic weapons, it won't work. If you don't let my bottle grow bigger, the amount you can absorb is naturally limited. If you continue to cycle like this, I will practice slowly than normal people, so how can I satisfy your appetite?"

"...Okay, I must admit that I am actually faster than ordinary people, and it should be considered your credit. But you can't be more polite, generous, and make us faster?"

"We are still in debt! After using other people's most precious things, we must at least understand their wishes for them. We are a man, so we can't be ungrateful!"

Xiao Shisanlang muttered for a long time, but he still couldn't get an echo. The person in the mirror repeated his movements and expressions silently, extremely accurate but particularly cold, revealing a sense of absurdity.

After venting, Xiao Shisanlang refused to accept his fate and begged for grievance: "Can you not do this? Idiots know that it is a taboo to absorb demons and spirits, so they can only do it secretly. I don't dare to find someone to ask the truth. What if I get arrested and dissected as a tiny mouse."

The people in the mirror speak with a heartfelt expression, and their expressions are even more sad. People with a heart-hearted heart will feel compassion when they see it. Xiao Shisanlang looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled and relaxed.

With a smile on two levels of heaven, he seemed to have changed back for a moment, returning to the state of calmness and tranquility, and his demeanor was leisurely.

"Forget it! We are destined to be with each other for life. It is better to be more harmonious. Don't make trouble because of trivial matters."

After putting on his clothes in an orderly manner, Xiao Shisanlang cleaned up the pile of real "waste residue" on the ground, looked at himself in the mirror again, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Anyway, you don't speak, so I won't get angry if I scold you sarcastically. At least I have a good attitude!"

He clasped his fists and gestured, he bowed to the mirror and said seriously: "I should be grateful to you. Without your help, I would have lost my soul, let alone the great way of cultivation and exploring the path of immortality."

Rejuvenating his spirit, Xiao Shisanlang said goodbye to the person in the mirror and said, "The Demon Realm is the Demon Realm. When I finish these things in my hands, I will go to the Yin-Yang Canyon. Don't worry, even if I really can't get through, the worst is that the time will take longer and the process will be slower, and there is still a way to imagine."

"Eliminate evil things! You can't kill easily, but it's not really impossible; those who should be killed still have to kill..."

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In the night, by the Mirror Lake, the dark fog hangs low.

Streams can form ponds, waterfalls can produce ponds, and valleys can form rivers. If the three are all complete, it can form a lake and nourish the soil and water.

The three of Jinghu are prepared together and are the main source of water in Luoling City. For thousands of years, Jinghu has silently accompanied the people here, experienced the interweaving of spring and autumn, watched the changes in the world in a cold manner, and witnessed the appearance and honor and disgrace of countless storms and storms. It can be described as a living history.

The scenery by the lake is not beautiful, but it has a natural and simple nature. A random rock may be the foot of a powerful man looking at the lake. The weeping willows that can be seen at the sight of the lake, and perhaps he has witnessed the battle between immortals; and the mirror-like lake water contains endless vicissitudes of life, revealing the indifference of wisdom.

Day after day, year after year, Jinghu welcomes one ordinary person after another, and sends away one immortal ghost after another. The experience and stability of one's nature are beyond anyone's reach.

Tonight, Jinghu welcomes three special guests, a fairy in purple, a woman with pigtails, and a dark young man.

The lake water gently patted the rocks on the shore, making a crisp sound, as if Jinghu felt a breath that made it feel moved, and it rippled slightly.

The woman in purple stood on a reef, with her tall figure as green pine trees as a cliff, her hair was covered with purple cloaks and moved with the wind, giving birth to a lot of ethereal ethereal. Not far behind her, a man and a woman stood respectfully, looking at the back of the woman in purple, her eyes were burning.

A calm voice suddenly rang out, and the woman in purple said, "Is the matter done?"

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