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Chapter 640 Exploring the Spiritual Veins

"It's best that you don't take action with others in the near future." Hua Jianci listened to their negotiations and advised them kindly.

The curse has appeared. The journey of more than a thousand miles has been really bumpy, with quicksand and quagmire at each step. Inexplicably, it has become the object of hatred of ferocious beasts and raptors. The hidden murderous intention is gradually expanding.

During the fight, if you suddenly dodge and twist your feet, you might be able to directly hit them or attack them.

You can't practice cultivation either. If you encounter an unexpected situation, you may go crazy.

Zhan Changfeng could see an ominous force trying to cling to her luck pillar. She couldn't deny that she would have bad luck before this force disappeared. This was because her luck was strong enough to prevent it from being eroded by pollution.

"If I don't do it, who will." Zhan Changfeng didn't care much, "You've given me the talisman to ward off evil spirits, just wait until it subsides."

"You don't have to come in person." Hua Jianci took the initiative to say, considering that he asked her to take the things, "If it's not gone by then, how about I take it for you."

Zhan Changfeng nodded and smiled lightly, "Speaking of which, why do you think I will regret not taking that thing?"

"I just feel that it has some indirect relationship with you, and it might be useful to keep it." Hua Jianci pondered for a moment and said frankly, "Actually, it seems to have some indirect relationship with me, but it's just vague and can't be counted."

Zhan Changfeng was thoughtful and looked calm.

When Hua Jianci saw that she was silent, he thought she was angry. Seeing the tribal gathering place on the horizon getting closer and closer, Hua Jianci slowly said, "I'm sorry."

"...I wanted to take it myself, why are you sorry?" Zhan Changfeng said, "I was just thinking that I might know what's going on."

Hua Jianci finally looked directly at her and saw that she was indeed not angry, so he asked, "What's going on?"

"It has something to do with the stars. Maybe there are stars in the Big Dipper that have entered your life palace."

Zhan Changfeng spoke vaguely, but Hua Jianci understood roughly.

Speaking of the Ming Palace, of course she, a divination master, knew that she was a greedy wolf sitting in the Ming Palace, but her birth date, horoscopes, and the numerology of the Ming Palace were not allowed to be disclosed to the outside world. Zhan Changfeng didn't ask any more questions, so she didn't mention it.

The living environment in the icy wilderness is dangerous, and the people here live together in tribes. A total of 21 tribes gather to live on the Fanhe Plain. Each tribe is equivalent to a small town, a small country, and a small sect. They each work in their own camp, and their skills are not spread to others.

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There is also a powerful tribe named Dapeng in the south, and its leader has established himself as a marquis, called Jinchihou.

The average level of the twenty-one tribes on the plain is in Xiantian and Jiji, and there are only ten tribes that have the life and death realm, which cannot keep up with the scattered repair cities built by foreign monks in the west.

Zhan Changfeng and Hua Jianci disappeared and passed by various tribes. Looking at the strict deployment of sentries and closed village gates of these tribes, they knew how closed they were in inheriting their skills.

"Basically, a tribe has one kind of skill. Just like a sect, monks in the tribe are prohibited from secretly learning other skills, and they are also prohibited from passing on their own tribe's skills to others." Being closed also means cohesion to a certain extent.

and loyalty, it would be difficult for Zhan Changfeng to conquer these people.

But if you don't conquer the local tribes, how can you strengthen your own power? You can't go to Liang6 every time you recruit disciples.

Zhan Changfeng was also thinking about this question, "Are there no mortal tribes here?"

"Yes, there is." Huajianci took a step forward to lead the way.

The road became more and more deviated, over a mountain, and reached a barren land where wild animals were not willing to go. There were wooden houses piled close together. From a distance, they looked like a pile of rotten wood squeezed into a wasteland with sparse vegetation.

It's really rotten wood.

The so-called wooden house is to use some wooden sticks to build a low triangular shed less than six or seven square feet on the ground. It is covered with hay. If you bend down and look into the shed, you will see that it is either dark or tattered.

Wrapped in a thin body that does not know whether it is dead or alive.

"Some tribes would reject mortals, so they sent them here. It's so barren that even birds and beasts won't come here. It's safe, but it's so poor that they can't even plant a piece of land." When Hua Jianci spoke, a big

A pregnant woman in ragged clothes walked by with a basket on her head. Behind her were a group of children, the older ones were seventeen or eighteen years old, and the younger ones were still staggering. There were fifteen of them in total.

Everyone is holding firewood or carrying wild vegetables in their hands.

"In their minds, the only way out is for their children to be talented in cultivation and be accepted by outside tribes. As long as one of them is promising, the whole family will not have to worry." Huajian said, "If you want to help them, you can

, but if you want to accept them, I advise you to forget it. Some backward villages are simple and honest, but some are full of unruly people."

Zhan Changfeng caught a glimpse of half-buried human bones and hair next to a shed, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Cannibalism?"

"We don't eat it often. Every once in a while, we will use certain names to sacrifice to 'unknown people'. In fact, everyone here tacitly agrees to eat meat." Hua Jianci said, "Most of the people here are old people, women, children, or cunning and lazy.

Those who have some ability have found ways to do odd jobs in various tribes."

This nameless village is like a pool of sewage, stinking and dirty, with decay scattered all over the ground and wooden sheds.

Zhan Changfeng swept his consciousness and estimated that there were between one and two thousand people living here.

They can't find food or land for planting. In this situation, they can change their bad habits and restore their energy and spirit. I'm afraid they have only faith.

However, Zhan Changfeng didn't want to do anything unnecessary for the time being, so he and Hua Jianci passed by here to explore other caves, dangerous places and cultivating tribes.

On the other side, Yan Ce, Xu Yang, Zhou Qianming and their group climbed to the top of a mountain, and their eyes suddenly opened wide. What a wonderful sight it was!

Looking away, the land is desolate and empty, but there is a celestial phenomenon, as if someone left the moonlight here and gave it boundless brilliance!

Yan Ce suddenly remembered the dangerous places he had inquired about with passers-by. One of the notorious dangerous places was called the Moonlight Delta.

I even remembered the last sentence that praised its magnificence: Maybe this brilliance does not belong to the human world, so all the birds, animals, humans, monsters and ghosts that enter it drown in the light!

At first, the monks suspected that there was a rare treasure here, and they went to explore it one after another. In the end, it gained the reputation of a cursed place, and they flocked to it like ducks. They avoided it and no one cared about it.

"Weird." There was a ball of earth spirit nestled in Yan Ce's palm, cooing and coquettishly.

If it weren't for its cleverness, I would have thought it was pointing the wrong way.

Ever since Mr. Ling received the task given to him by Zhan Changfeng, he has been working non-stop to draw the direction of the spiritual veins according to the general direction of the earth spirit, supplemented by his ability to control the body.

The spiritual energy of this spiritual vein was locked for some reason, either naturally or acquired, so its spiritual energy did not spill out into nature, and therefore, no one discovered its existence.

Yan Ce circulated the Qingwu Sutra and carefully determined the direction of the earth's air flow, and then he determined its position 100%. It is almost ten thousand miles long and has hundreds of branches.

Touching its main veins, they came here, thinking that they were about to find its source. Its largest spiritual point, but what appeared in front of them was a fierce place, and they couldn't feel much vitality of heaven and earth. It would be a waste to practice here.

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"Is there something wrong with this spiritual vein?" Xu Yang pinched a handful of soil and sighed, "It is indeed so barren that it is difficult to plant anything."

"I'll draw it first and ask Elder Ling to convey the present to the clan leader."


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