Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 154 Ethereal Armor
Ever since, Jing Yuheng hurriedly took a large amount of pills and gave them to Wang Mu, without any distress.

Wang Mu didn't want any high-level pills, but some Jiji Dan and Huiling Pills. Jing Yuheng was also very helpful, and even brought all the Zhuji Pills and Huiling Pills from the whole sect. Those who planned to ask for another batch of weapons felt embarrassed seeing Jing Yuheng being so generous, so he just put those pills into the storage ring and prepared to leave.

"By the way, wasn't your sect called the Artifact Refining Sect before? Why did you change the name? Who came up with the name Saobao?" Just as he was about to leave, Wang Mu turned his head to Jing Yuheng and asked.

Jing Yuheng was taken aback, thinking that the uncle wanted something else.

"Ah?" After being stunned for a moment, Jing Yuheng quickly apologized and said with a smile: "This name was created later, isn't my father not here? I just thought that the previous name was not loud enough, so... Haha, if the god doesn't like to hear it , I immediately changed back to the original."

Wang Mu rolled his eyes, "It's better to change it back, otherwise your father will inevitably beat you up when he comes back."

After finishing speaking, Wang Mu shook his head and left, secretly feeling that the members of the Jing family were becoming more and more unreliable.

It wasn't until Wang Mu walked out of the mountain gate that Jing Yuheng heaved a long sigh of relief, and finally sent him away, scaring the baby to death.

"Young Sect Master, what did you ask for advice? Did Master Wang teach you that technique?" The four elders ran in and asked around Jing Yuheng.

"Teach me a fart! I wish he would leave quickly!" Jing Yu said angrily after staring at the elder.

The four elders frowned, not understanding what they meant.

"Young Sect Master, this is a heaven-sent opportunity. If we can learn that set of Danfu, then our status in the entire realm of cultivation will be improved in the future. It is the Danfu of the Shenhuo Sect. You can use it casually. You can practice Xuan-level pills! You won’t just let him go.” Another elder howled in pain.

"How is it possible, the suzerain must have learned something, otherwise how could he have sent so many pills to Master Wang." Another elder said with a smile.

Jing Yu rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "Those pills were given to him for nothing."

"Ah? For nothing?" The elders were astonished.

"Sect Master, what, why is this? I have learned nothing, and lost so many pills for nothing. Our sect may not be able to refine those pills in a year." An elder cried out distressedly.

"You know what a fart!" Jing Yu rolled his eyes at him, took a deep breath, squinted and looked in the direction of the mountain gate, and said leisurely: "This man is a broom star, he will die wherever he goes, if he can be easily dismissed, No amount of pills is worth it."

The elders frowned, weeping, but still couldn't understand.

Jing Yuheng grinned, and said helplessly: "Let me tell you this. Do you know who killed the Shenhuozong?"

The elders shook their heads. The Shenhuo Sect was massacred overnight. Although this incident caused a sensation in the entire cultivation field, no one really knew who the murderer was.

Taking a deep breath, Jing Yuheng stabilized his mind, swept across the crowd, and said word by word: "It was that Master Wang who killed it just now. And it was done by one person."

The elders immediately petrified on the spot.

The Shenhuozong was exterminated nearly 400 years ago, but at this moment, Master Wang is only at the Yuanshen stage, which... but his performance in alchemy, his understanding of the Shenhuozong and other things clearly show that He has a long history with the Divine Fire Sect...

Too complicated.

"Listen to me, all of you. Don't reveal a single word about what happened today. Also, if anyone asks what Wang Mu is doing here, just say, just say he came here to ask for the pill." Rolling his eyes, Jing Yu Heng suddenly shouted seriously.

Several elders also felt that the matter was of great importance, they nodded one after another, and then went out to make arrangements.

Wang Mu has already headed towards the Lingquan Mountain area.

After entering the Lingquan Mountain area, the sky had already darkened. Wang Mu chose a valley and planned to leave tomorrow morning.

The terrain in the valley is quite flat, with waist-length flowers and plants. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Wang Mu took out the box made of white jade.

When the box was opened, a ball of silk thread was exposed to sunlight.

A group of black and red silk thread is extremely delicate, like silk, the two colors of black and red are spaced across the whole silk thread, and the length is unknown.

The color is exactly the same as in memory, it seems that Jingyang has never used it.

Wang Mu grinned, gently raised his hand, took out the ball of silk thread, and put it in his palm.

With a slight movement of his mind, a layer of colorful streamer appeared on Wang Mu's hand, and the ball of silk thread moved.

In the sunlight, the black and red silk thread seemed to come alive suddenly. One end of the thread began to twist and twist, and finally climbed onto Wang Mu's index finger automatically, and then began to twist.

It was an extremely strange scene, as if the ball of silk thread was a living snake, entwining Wang Mu's fingers with an extremely precise trajectory.

The winding became faster and faster, and the colorful brilliance on Wang Mu's hand became more and more vigorous. Soon, the entire palm of Wang Mu's left hand was completely wrapped by the black and red silk thread, and it looked like he was wearing a domineering black and red glove. Ordinary, and the thread of unknown length was still entangled, and the entanglement trend spread rapidly along Wang Mu's arm.

Half an hour later, Wang Mu changed.

Under the sun, his whole body was covered in black and red brilliance. Except for his head, his whole body was wrapped with black and red silk threads. The shape of the vice armor.

The protruding sharp armor, the gauntlet like a knife, and the combat boots that look like spurs... In the rays of the setting sun, Wang Mu seemed to be a different person. The whole body exudes a violent killing spirit, like a god like a demon, and it is so cool.

And when all the silk threads were wrapped, the armor began to slowly disappear, and finally completely submerged into Wang Mu's skin, and nothing could be seen from the outside.

Not only that, there was also a change in Wang Mu's dantian. The Twelve Primordial Spirits were wrapped in a black and red sphere. It slowly rotates and shrinks, as if it can be retracted automatically.

Wang Mu moved his legs and feet, and he was as flexible as if he was not wearing armor, but his aura had been covered up. If there were professionals present, he would find that Wang Mu's cultivation level had dropped slightly at the moment, although he was still at the Yuanshen stage. But in terms of momentum, it is not as obvious as before.

This is the special feature of the Void Spirit Armor. It not only has a strong defensive power, but also can cover up one's own cultivation. As long as the monks below the Golden Immortal wear the Void Spirit Armor, from the perspective of spiritual power fluctuations, they all only show the level of the primordial spirit stage .Of course, if you don't even reach the primordial spirit stage, your cultivation will be even lower if you wear the ethereal armor.

This thing is definitely a magic weapon for winning by surprise.Who would have thought that a rookie in the primordial stage, after undoing the closure of the ethereal armor's dantian, would burst out with the strength of an earth immortal, a heavenly immortal, or even a golden immortal?That kind of scene is sure to shock everyone's eyes.

It's a pity that Wang Mu is only at the Yuanshen stage now, so it doesn't make much difference whether he wears the ethereal armor or not. The reason why he came all the way to get this thing is for the future.

There was only a ray of red in the western sky, Wang Mu took a deep breath of the fresh air in the Lingquan Mountain area, and then sat cross-legged, entering the cultivation state.

What is coming will come, it is not terrible to lose, it is terrible to be afraid!
He thought he had done nothing wrong, so he didn't need this unfair fate.

If fate is persistent, he must be more persistent than fate.

3 years of meditation, eternal reincarnation, Wang Mu has already thought about everything. In his opinion, it is not difficult to fight against these three realms and nine realms, and it does not require a strong will.

He feels that this is just as it should be, and all these injustices should be changed.

The soul-destroyed and incompetent magic was running, and the milky white heaven and earth aura emerged in pieces.

The aura of heaven and earth in the Cultivation Realm is much stronger than that in the Mortal Realm, especially near the Lingquan Mountain Region.

Soon, a faint color appeared on Wang Mu's body, and the swallowing practice began.

The diffuse white air formed a cloud, suspended above Wang Mu's head, and an arm-thick milky white aura connected to Wang Mu's head like a tornado, pouring into his body frantically.

The strange thing is that although this method of absorbing spiritual energy is terrifying, the fluctuations in spiritual power produced are not as scary as before. There is only a faint layer of colorful brilliance on his body, and the 81 Buddha wheels are automatically confined in the body without deliberately suppressing it.

It is the effect of the ethereal armor. In Wang Mu's dantian, in the endless darkness, the sphere formed by the black and red silk thread wraps the twelve primordial spirits and the peach blossom seal under it.

The black-red sphere swells and contracts rhythmically, like a beating heart, it absorbs all the strong fluctuations produced in the dantian practice, and then emits them weakly, weakening them.

Feeling the beating of the ethereal armor, Wang Mu smiled, finally able to practice unscrupulously once.

As time passed, the white cloud remained the same size, and a stream of milky white air flowed continuously from the sky within a hundred meters, gathering towards the cloud like billions of spirit snakes, and the tornado below the cloud A pillar of energy poured endlessly into Wang Mu's body.

All the meridians are colored, and the milky white spiritual energy, golden red spiritual power, and the transformed colored spiritual power are precisely running crazily in the meridian network.

Any detail of Wang Mu's cultivation is enough to make all the monks dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)