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Chapter 133 The sudden change in the tranquility of the wind and cold weather
He saw that the centipede's body actually melted after it died. The red grass around it squirmed strangely, and soon it seemed to be absorbed, melting the centipede's body and disappearing in front of Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at this scene, and was horrified, but he did not feel any danger within the ten feet. On the contrary, here, he felt a warm and comfortable feeling all over his body. Even in his feeling, it seemed that these ten feet completely belonged to him. Myself average.
This feeling couldn't be explained clearly, but it made Su Ming feel very safe.
While pondering, he sat down cross-legged and his eyes fell on the unconscious Hefeng. Although this person was also on the grass, there was no sign of melting.
"Could it be that we can only melt dead things?" Su Ming touched his chin, and the figure of the masked man appeared in his mind.
"The mask he is wearing is exactly the same as the mask in Zefeng's bag, but I always feel that there are some differences between the two... Hefeng once said that the ancestors of the Hanshan tribe were not barbarians, and their origins were mysterious. In Hefeng I found these two items again. Could it be that... the man with the mask is the ancestor of He Feng..." Su Ming thought for a while, and found that he had no clue about the matter, so he gradually stopped thinking about it, and instead sat here calmly, taking the Chushanling Powder, after swallowing, silently increases the power of Qi and blood in the body.
Time passed gradually, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past three months, Su Ming felt the shock of the outside world four times. This was obviously caused by Xuanlun's suspicion and started searching. However, these four times were all concentrated in the first two months. In the last month, the outside world was completely quiet.
In the past three months, Su Ming may have had something to do with the crisis of the Xuan Lun. His cultivation speed has also increased a lot. Now, the blood lines in his body have reached 290, which is nine points away from the 390 required by the eighth level of blood coagulation. , only a little over 100 points away.
But at this time, Su Ming also discovered a shortcoming of Shan Ling Powder. After he swallowed this powder for a long time, the effect was gradually weakening.
Although Su Ming was helpless about this matter, he could understand it. Otherwise, if he kept devouring it, as long as there was enough time, wouldn't it be possible to increase the number of blood lines?
"Judging from the reduced efficacy of Shanling Powder, this medicine will be completely ineffective after I reach the eighth level of coagulation." Su Ming sat within ten feet of red grass in the cave, feeling The movement of the blood line in the body, muttering to himself.
"Fortunately, the effect of Nandisan is still there, and it can be used to heal injuries... As for cultivation, without Shanlingsan, I, Su Ming, would not be able to cultivate!" Su Ming looked determined.
"I still have two drops of wild blood... In addition, there is also the art of overlapping blood and fire!" Su Ming took a deep breath when thinking of overlapping blood and fire. The practice of this art is extremely difficult, and the process is painful, making it unbearable. .
"The power brought by the fourth overlay that year was all used to induce the appearance of Moon Wings, and my bloodline did not increase... As for the fifth overlay, I must be cautious in this land of the Southern Morning now. There are many powerful people around, and if they are discovered, they may be in trouble." Su Ming looked up at the entrance of the cave, his expression becoming colder.
"Xuan Lun, I don't know if you have already left, or if you are really patient and waiting outside this rain forest. Regardless of whether you are here or not, I will simply stay here."
Su Ming stood up and walked to He Feng. In the past three months, He Feng had been in a coma. Even if he showed signs of waking up, Su Ming would disorder the energy and blood in his body almost every few days, causing a large amount of miasma. Ze Feng's body filled the air, allowing him to continuously absorb it. As a result, Ze Feng's injuries could never be recovered, but Su Ming still managed to heal his injuries and prevent him from dying.
There are no wounds visible on his body now, but in his body, the herbs Su Ming planted have been nourished by the wind and blood, taking root, sprouting, and growing vigorously in his body.
On the two bones, one black and one white, beside He Feng, there are also two young shoots appearing, making the white bones meet the requirements for planting grass.
"There are still three herbs and an animal bone left... It's a pity that I won't be going out for a short time, but Fang Mu is smart and won't give up easily."
After taking care of the cauldron of Duolingsan, Su Ming sat cross-legged again, made a weird gesture with his right hand in front of his body, and pushed it forward several times. In the end, he was still disappointed.
"Could it be that he really wants to wake up Ze Feng and ask how to use this branding technique?" In the past three months, Su Ming tried this technique many times. He had completely mastered it, but he was still unable to use it.
This technique cannot activate Qi and blood. It seems that what is needed is another kind of power, but Su Ming does not have it. For this reason, he went out of his way to observe the flow of Qi and blood in He Feng's body, trying to find out the reason, but he did not find it in He Feng's body. Find out what the clues are.
Like him, He Feng only has the power of Qi and blood in his body.
"How did he perform this technique..." Su Ming thought for a long time and had no clue, so he could only put it down and immerse himself in taking Yishan Lingsan.
The rainy season has passed, and although the scorching heat is still there, it has gradually weakened a lot. The years are like the broad leaves in the rain forest, which are densely packed and sometimes wither.
Unknowingly, another three months had passed, and Su Ming had been stranded in this rain forest for half a year. During these six months, he had to circulate the energy and blood in his body all the time. Only in this way could he avoid the invasion of miasma.
He also discovered the benefit of this approach, which was that the qi and blood in the body increased much faster than outside.
In half a year, the buds on the two bones, one black and one white, have turned into grass, with a bright green color, emitting a dazzling light. However, as they grow, the two bones become full of bleakness. When it came down, it seemed that all the essence had been sucked away by the two grasses.
As for Zefeng... he has completely become a medicine cauldron. His body is covered with medicinal herbs. These medicinal herbs broke through his skin a few months ago, like being planted on the ground and pushing away the soil. Zephyr's body is growing vigorously.
Zefeng's body was already withered, and now it looked even more obvious.
He had been in a coma for half a year, and even if he was awake, his consciousness was already blurry. What's more, Su Ming would not give him a chance to wake up. The miasma invasion and healing that occurred every few days turned He Feng into a living dead.
Su Ming also felt sympathy, but thinking of Ze Feng's insidiousness and the scenes half a year ago, if he had not entered the strange fragmented space at the critical moment, I am afraid that Su Ming would be extremely miserable even if he did not die.
Su Ming's heart slowly hardened. In his eyes, Hefeng was no longer a person, he was a medicine cauldron.
What's more important is that Su Ming slowly discovered that if he forcibly entered that strange space without preparing enough medicinal stones to open the next door, a repulsive force would appear. In the past six months, he felt that this method might be the way to avoid the crisis. Method, he tried several times, but only succeeded once. The repelling force was very strong, and as the blood line in his body increased, it became more and more difficult.
In the past three months, the blood lines in his body have increased to 330, and the effect of Shanling Powder has weakened a lot. It is often necessary to swallow several pills to achieve the effect of one pill in the past.
Fortunately, Su Ming now has enough medicinal herbs, tempered with his own fire, and there is no shortage of medicinal stones in this cave.
In the past six months, Su Ming went out from time to time, attracting some insect beasts nearby, killing people on the red grass within ten feet, and then letting the grass absorb them.
The reason for doing this is not only that Su Ming wants to see what changes will occur if this grassland absorbs dead matter to the limit, but also another reason is that every few months, the scope of this ten-foot grassland will shrink, and other The color on the body is also dim, but after absorbing the dead objects, it will recover.
Sometimes, some insect beasts would even come here on their own, apparently not realizing that this place was already occupied by Su Ming, but coming here to rest according to their past habits.
Apart from these, Su Ming spent the rest of the time on the branding technique, constantly trying and finding ways to use it. Until this day, when Su Ming had been thinking about it for half a year and still had no clue, he thought of a method.
He thought that there were a large number of stone coins in Hefeng's bag, especially the stone box where the leaves for the Kaichen Sacrifice were stored, which itself was made by refining many white stone coins.
He was still quite confused at the time, guessing that the stone coins might not be just for buying and selling, but had other uses. Now that he thought about it, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Could it be that He Feng needs external help to perform this branding technique..." Su Ming took out a purple bag and took out a white stone coin from it. The object was round and felt slightly warm in his hand. Su Ming didn't pay much attention to it before, but now he looked carefully and gradually saw the difference in this stone coin.
"This kind of stone can be circulated throughout the barbarian tribe. I have never even heard of the existence of fakes. It must have its secrets that ordinary people don't know... I ignored this before..." Su Ming's eyes flashed and he held the stone. Finally, he made a weird gesture with his right hand very skillfully, and pushed forward gently according to the method he had practiced hundreds of times.
Under this push, Su Ming's consciousness suddenly changed. He clearly felt that an unfamiliar air flow was sucked into his body from the white stone coin, and it went straight to the body in a different route from the flow of air and blood. His right hand followed the fingers pinched out by his right hand. After turning there, it immediately grew several times stronger and then retracted violently. This time it went straight to his head. Su Ming had no time to stop, and his mind was pounding. With a sound, this unfamiliar air rushed into my mind.
His eyes flashed, and he saw a world different from what he had seen before.
Everything within a radius of a hundred feet emerged in Su Ming's mind. He saw a centipede quietly swimming past under the mud more than 90 feet away.
He saw a palm-sized flying insect hidden under the broad leaves fifty feet away. It was baring its sharp teeth and staring at a small beast that was walking cautiously under the tree.
He even saw Zefeng, who was still unconscious and covered with medicinal herbs in the cave. In his head, there was a group of dim light quietly absorbing the power of the medicinal herbs planted at the roots of his body, which seemed to strengthen the dim light. A trace of it spread from the center of his eyebrows to the outside of the cave.
After being seen by Su Ming, the dim light immediately trembled violently, faintly in Su Ming's ears, and he heard a cry of panic.
"Huh?" Su Ming's eyes narrowed. At this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and a crisis suddenly emerged. This crisis did not come from the breeze, but from the edge of the hundred feet spread out in his heart, a man wearing white clothes. A woman coming with clothes and a veil!
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