Jin Wuhuan carried a cooked copper stick and searched around the forest again. He met Yuan Sima who came out from behind the mountain. The two of them stood on the top of a tree crown, looking at the vast forest sea, and both sighed softly.
Old Snake escaped and disappeared without a trace.
"What kind of escape method is this?" Jin Wuhuan asked.
Yuan Sima said: "It seems to be an escape method, but it is much slower. If it is not an escape method, it is really too fast..." shook his head and sighed: "The Taoism of Baiyue monks is weird, and they often don't follow the right path. You need to be more careful.
Be careful."
They had already chased them more than ten miles away. In order to prevent the tiger from leaving the mountain, the two of them did not dare to pursue it again and returned to Nuo River Beach. A high-level witch doctor from the divine witch realm escaped. This matter could be big or small. If they were hated by others,
There will be endless troubles in the future, but if the old snake realm falls back to the body witch realm, it won't be a big deal even if you are stared at.
Therefore, both of them were very concerned about the results of Wu Sheng's bead refining.
The result has not yet been announced, Wu Sheng is still sitting in front of the stove, completely forgetting himself. All seven of his disciples are guarding him, and except for a few people, no one is allowed to approach.
The three village masters have already led their troops to Xianuo Village in person. The defeated Dushan troops captured along the way have been sent over one after another, and there are more than a hundred people in the prisoner camp.
Seeing that Wu Sheng was still refining beads, Yuan Sima simply ordered to set up camp on the spot and use the fort to protect Wu Sheng. He and Jin Wuhuan stayed up all night, being highly vigilant about the escaped witch doctor Snake Lao, lest he come back.
Wu Sheng didn't know how much spiritual sand a high-level witch's natal poison bead could transform, but after dark, the number of spiritual sand transformed had exceeded 6,000, accounting for 100% of the total amount of spiritual sand on the Qi Sea Island.
one.
The next day, Wu Sheng was still refining beads, and the amount of spiritual sand he transformed exceeded ten thousand. This kind of colorful spiritual sand with an almost oily sheen can be seen in many valleys.
After the third day, the three village leaders rushed back to Nuoxi Beach, but Wu Sheng was still immersed in the bead refining state, and the number of spiritual sand transformed from the poison beads had reached 20,000.
Seeing the worry and anxiety on their faces, Yuan Sima took the initiative to ask: "What happened?"
Ah Nuo said: "I want revenge, I want to save my people! The Dushan Tribe has been plundering our Nuo Xi tribe for so many years. For at least the past ten years, hundreds of people have been enslaved in various villages of the Dushan Tribe. Ah Nuo Gu
He is dead, the witch doctor has escaped, and the elite members of the Dushan Tribe have been killed by us. I can’t wait any longer. Every day that passes, my people will be whipped one more day!”
Huang Feilong said: "The outcome of the Battle of Nuoxi Beach has been reported back to the Dushan tribe. The spies I sent there said that many Dushan tribesmen are preparing to go into the mountains to escape, and some are preparing to flee south. The Dushan tribe's
Zhuzhen is to the south, and I'm afraid they will react and rob us."
Dao Nanshe looked anxiously at Wu Sheng's military tent and stamped his feet: "It can't be too late!"
Yuan Sima immediately said: "Then fight over there and fight all the way to the border where we meet Zhuzhen. Is that Xiuyun Mountain?"
The three village leaders nodded loudly: "Sima also has this idea?"
Yuan Sima said: "Isn't this the strategy that was finalized before the war? Thousands of elite soldiers of the Dushan tribe have been destroyed, and there is no power to fight back. What are you waiting for?"
The three village leaders aimed at Wu Sheng Lianzhu's military tent. Yuan Sima was helpless. After thinking about it, he pulled Jin Wuhuan to the military tent. When he looked inside, he knew that Wu Sheng was simply wandering around.
, there is no time for him to care, if he is forcibly awakened, something will go wrong if it is not kept intact.
After briefly explaining the situation, Yuan Sima said to Jin Wuhuan: "Those three guys didn't listen to me and only recognized Doctor Shen."
Jin Wuhuan comforted him: "After all, we are sworn brothers, don't be upset, Sima."
Yuan Sima said: "It's not a matter of annoyance. If they listen to me, they will be deceitful... What I mean is that you are a worshiper of Mangdang Mountain and a close confidant of Dr. Shen. They may believe what you say, so you pretend to enter the account."
Come out later and tell those three guys that Dr. Shen has agreed."
"This..." Jin Wuhuan hesitated.
Yuan Sima urged: "Military aircraft cannot be delayed. Besides, this is an established strategy. Is it that difficult?"
Jin Wuhuan gritted his teeth, lifted the curtain and entered the tent. He stood quietly for a moment and saw that Wu Sheng was as unresponsive as a wood carving and clay sculpture. He finally forced himself to come out, and Yuan Sima came over and faked a military order.
On the days when the three village leaders were marching towards the Dushan tribe, Wu Sheng was still imagining that the five-color spiritual sand was still falling, falling on the top of the mountain, on the hillside, on the bottom of the valley, on the side of the stream...
He has eaten so many magic weapons, so many spiritual materials, so many elixirs, and even so many magic circles. He has never seen such a situation. The spiritual sand has broken through 50,000, but it is still not over.
How much spiritual sand can a natal poison bead that has been nourished by a high-level cultivator in the realm of gods and witches for decades and absorb an unknown amount of true energy be converted into?
This question finally came to an end when he visualized the last layer of the poison bead.
The cloud pattern structure that was originally only possessed by the magic circle appeared in his visualization. This cloud pattern was different from most of the cloud patterns he had visualized in the past. On the contrary, it was somewhat similar to the stone beast method in front of the Zuotu Mansion in Yangzhou.
Array of moiré - a dynamic moiré.
Several dots gradually increased in number as they flickered, and then began to swim, colliding together while swimming, and gradually merging into several new dots, forming several wavy curves around them, spreading in all directions...
Wu Sheng thought hard, but still couldn't figure it out. He knew that the ideal principles of heaven and earth contained in the cloud pattern sometimes needed opportunities to unravel, so he was not in a hurry. After the cloud pattern was fixed, he had firmly grasped it in his visualization.
Keep this in mind and send the Tai Chi ball as a whole.
This cloud pattern turned into thousands of grains of spiritual sand, which fell under a rock near the seaside and accumulated into a mound.
As the cloud pattern was transformed, there was a "pop" sound, and the poisonous bead was finally completely absorbed. A faint scream came from the depths of Wu Sheng's consciousness, and the poisonous bead shattered into a handful of dust.
Ninety-eight thousand grains of spiritual sand, as well as a dynamic cloud pattern that has not yet been understood. This is the harvest that the poisonous beads brought to Wu Sheng. It is equivalent to the transformation results of at least thirty high-grade magic weapons, which is the total amount of spiritual sand transformed since his practice.
One-seventh of that, directly pushing the total amount of spiritual sand on his Qi Sea Island to the 750,000 mark.
The conversion of spiritual sand is not a simple transformation of true energy. Wu Sheng's transformation and swallowing of spiritual sand is not a swallowing of true energy. Therefore, it cannot be expected that after "eating" the poisonous beads, it will be like eating the witch doctor Snake Lao's cultivation.
You can't even expect to reach the sky in one step.
The true essence cultivation of different monks is imprinted with the deep personal imprint of the cultivator. Even the evil magic cannot reach this point by forcibly eating the cultivation of others. If you really eat it, it will definitely conflict with your own true essence.
Causing indigestion.
Therefore, transforming one natal poison bead can yield nearly 100,000 spiritual sands, which is far beyond Wu Sheng's expectations.
Only on the day he came out of seclusion did he find out that he had actually practiced in Nuoxitan for more than half a month!
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