A monk who has come to the mortal world in despair must not expect anything in his storage bag.
In addition to a few small pitiful spiritual stones, there are a large number of mortal talismans.
Xia Po had so many of these things that he no longer wanted them. Just when he was slightly disappointed, he discovered that there was actually a small black bead in the innermost layer of the storage bag.
Picking up the bead, Xia Po squinted at it for a long time and wiped it with his clothes before finally confirming what it was.
This thing used to be called black ink beads, and it contains a bit of thunder spells and a lot of black spiritual carbon.
It can be used as long as a little bit of mana is applied to the outside. After use, a large amount of black smoke will be formed around it.
This thing sounds trivial, but in fact it is more accumulated than it sounds.
Because in the world of cultivation, if there is any real conflict between monks, the most important thing to use to detect information is spiritual consciousness, not the five senses.
This thing can only close the five senses, but cannot close the spiritual consciousness at all. In other words, it is the same whether it is used or not.
Its biggest role is that some black-hearted monks will coat the outside with a layer of colloid, then disguise it as a thunder bead, and sell it to some inexperienced monks at the price of a thunder bead.
It was obvious that this old man had been deceived by those unscrupulous businessmen, otherwise he would not have put these accumulated things in the innermost layer of the storage bag as if they were treasures.
But to be honest, the black-hearted businessman has no bottom line, because most of the monks who buy Thunder Beads are low-level monks with little cultivation, and buying Thunder Beads will cost them almost their entire life's wealth.
I only buy it to save my own life or the lives of important people.
How desperate will those people be if they hold fake thunder beads and use them at critical moments?
But fortunately, the old man died without feeling this despair. It seemed that he had done a good deed invisibly. He was simply a great benefactor of our time. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the Holy Mother.
After placing the bead in his arms, he discovered that there was a jet-black scroll placed at the bottom of the bead.
This should be the old man's most precious thing.
But what could be more precious than the Thunder Bead?
Opening the scroll, Xia Po saw a picture.
In the picture, a golden statue with a big head and a big head, sitting cross-legged in meditation, stands in the middle. There are some lotus leaves and lotus flowers next to it, which should be Buddhist things.
Of course, this cannot be an ordinary painting. According to Xia Po's experience, this should be some hidden Buddhist technique.
In that extremely dangerous world of cultivation, not only the lives of cultivators are worthless, but also some smaller sects may be exterminated at any time.
Many sects were founded by a very powerful boss, and then after that boss died, there was no boss left in the sect, and then they were destroyed.
Therefore, in order to pass on the big man's skills and other skills without falling into the hands of the enemy, some sects will record the skills in various ways. They can only practice them by waiting for someone who is destined to decipher them.
Kung Fu and so on.
Generally speaking, the quality of this kind of skill or spell is quite good. After all, if someone can use it to become a big boss, it means that the spell is absolutely fine. It just depends on the practitioner.
However, Xia Po looked at this picture carefully for a long time, and other than feeling that the monk in this picture was a little fatter, he couldn't see anything else.
It seems that he is not the so-called destined person!
After sorting everything out, he let out a long sigh.
Regardless of other things, he was ready to retreat again.
However, this time of retreat is not the same as in the past, which is the kind of retreat that cannot come out until a certain purpose is achieved.
His retreat this time was just to pave the way for his subsequent cultivation.
After practicing elixirs for such a long time, he has basically understood the difference between refining elixirs in the game and refining elixirs in this world.
Moreover, he originally knew what the principles of alchemy were, so he could create a few original elixir recipes by drawing inferences from one example.
In the world of cultivation, pills that speed up cultivation are probably useless to him. After all, those pills increase the speed of spiritual energy circulation.
And he was going to use that elixir as a prototype to come up with an elixir that would increase the speed of the true energy.
In fact, there are many medicinal herbs in the mortal world that can increase the speed of Qi circulation and help practice martial arts, but to be honest, they are too slow.
It is somewhat useful for Xiantian and Grandmasters, but for someone who has established a foundation in martial arts and is already in the True Martial Realm, it is too useless.
If you want to use external force to assist your cultivation, you must refine these herbs into elixirs.
Having made up his mind, Xia Po went out for a long period of shopping and used various means to get his hands on all the herbs that might be used.
As a result, a legend appeared in the world.
It is said that a certain big force is secretly cultivating a group of warriors. This force is frantically collecting herbs that can speed up cultivation.
This legend became more and more outrageous as it spread, and finally alarmed the court.
The current imperial court is not afraid of foreign invasion, but is afraid of internal rebellion.
However, after a search, nothing was found, so we could only return in vain.
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Tianyuan Dynasty, inside Kyoto City.
"I'm telling you, your majesty, there are millions of jackals from Xiongguo in the south, and Liu Ren's 500,000 cavalry in the north. They also secretly made a pact that whoever captures the city of Kyoto first will get the entire world!"
"When was this news?"
"Six days ago."
"How long does it take for the enemy troops closest to Kyoto to reach Kyoto."
After hearing this, the eunuch was silent for a long time, and then he kowtowed on the ground and shouted in a hoarse voice.
"Liu Ren's army has arrived at the city! The Tianyuan Dynasty is dead!"
The emperor was sitting on the dragon chair, peeling grapes absentmindedly, seemingly not hearing what the eunuch said.
The eunuch didn't make any move, he just kept kneeling.
After a long time, various sounds began to appear in the palace.
Most of these sounds were the screams of palace maids and eunuchs, as well as the excited roars of some murderous soldiers with red eyes.
The noisy sound made the emperor, who was sitting on the throne in troubled times, couldn't help but cover his ears.
But even so, a general and several soldiers rushed into his palace.
"His Majesty Liu Ren has decreed that no one from the royal family should be left alive!"
After giving the order, all these soldiers rushed towards the emperor. Some eunuchs shouted and rushed forward, but they only lost their heads in vain.
"Where are the Royal Guards? Where are the Royal Guards!"
Seeing these eunuchs who accompanied him every day die in front of him, even a high-ranking emperor like him finally couldn't hold back any longer and began to shout in panic.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on the general's face, and he raised his hand to stop his soldiers.
"The Royal Forest Army? Not to mention that the Royal Forest Army has long since declined. Even if it has not declined, we are still soldiers of His Majesty Liu Ren. It is an internal matter of the royal family, and the Royal Forest Army has no right to intervene!"
After speaking, he walked over to the emperor and pointed to his crotch.
"Come on, get out of here and I'll let you live."
Seeing the general's movements, the emperor's eyes trembled, and he actually fell to the ground.
Just when he was crawling forward with all four limbs together, as if he really wanted to endure the humiliation, two sword lights flashed past.
Later, the emperor and the general lost their heads, and there was another person wearing white clothes on the scene.
"After all, he is a relative of this king, and he can be killed but not humiliated!"
Seeing this man, all the soldiers knelt down in unison.
"King!"
That's right, this person is Liu Ren. After so many years, his martial arts cultivation has actually reached the early stage of Xiantian.
He touched the extra beard on his face, took a deep breath, and sat down on the throne.