Unlimited Cultivation

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"Copy me a copy of the tactics on these two corpses, and all other things belong to you."

Old Qian said to Quinn.

This distribution plan made Quinn also satisfied.

After all, the Blizzard Sword Classic he handed over to Lao Qian had actually reached the limit of his comprehension.

Seeing and comprehending this Snow Sword Sutra requires extremely powerful soul power.

However, Quinn's primordial spirit has been in the original state for more than 30 years.

He already felt an inch ahead.

Maybe, the water system and ice system refining techniques can bring him some surprises and make his soul make a breakthrough.

However, in the latter few pages of the Blizzard Swordsmanship, despite the unusually difficult memory, he still engraved their rough images in the depths of his mind through repeated repetitions.

As long as one's own ground makes progress. You can fight the second half of the Blizzard sword. Have a considerable understanding.

This guy called the old money land. So much ~ What is the law?

So many tactics. Can he cultivate?

but. Quinn saw with his own eyes that Old Qian used several different elemental earth power mysteries. Every kind of use. They are all powerful.

Quinn could not help admiringly at the same time. Confused.

Could it be. This old money is an old monster who has practiced for hundreds of years?

After experiencing another massacre attack.

The hole with Lao Qian and the others as the center has become a forbidden place for the monks of Guangming Mountain.

The cultivators of Guangming Mountain no longer had the arrogance they had just now. Those who had won the cave, dug the cave deep.

Those who did not win the cave dug their own caves under the cover of their companions.

They have taken refuge in the old money and their casual cultivation, but more and more.

Old Qian did not hesitate to order all these people to be taken into custody.

In the words of the old money: I am very ruthless and my hands are covered with blood.

However, I can't see so many years of cultivation, turning into nothingness in the mouth of a group of insects.

Of course, the more monks who defected to the old money group of temporary casual repair alliances.

The more good things are in the hands of the old money.

The old money touched the scene, and he just gave this temporary repair alliance a name: the hive alliance.

Because the small holes surrounding the big hole that Lao Qian had dug looked like dense beehives on a cliff.

Regardless of Zhu Yi's wordy name, it is really earthy.

Give each monk participating in the Hive Alliance an abstract hive pattern.

This pattern was originally intended to be painted on the left chest with force, but several people in the hole opposed it

If this abstract pattern full of holes is painted on the left chest, it is purely like a target cloth full of holes.

It's **** and unlucky.

Therefore, the old money decided to paint the symbol of the honeycomb alliance on his right chest.

The pattern was sent, and the old Qian watched as the casual practitioners stood at the entrance of the cave, "showing" the pattern engraved on the clothes or armor on his right chest.

"Long live the lord, long live!"

The shouts of one after another.

Old Qian got a great satisfaction in his heart.

In the past, my own cultivation base was too low, thinking about how to improve my cultivation base.

Even if you align yourself with others in a few operations, it will be short and you will not trust each other.

As soon as the goal is achieved, they will be separated, and they will even turn into enemies and swords.

It's the first time I have experienced things like this where everyone really chanted long live to themselves.

The old money, who has been so sophisticated, can naturally feel that there is a lot of sincerity in this one after another long live.

On the one hand, these people escaped from the worm's mouth and were able to get the asylum of a team dedicated to sheltering and repairing.

Even the life-saving grace of the cold-hearted person, there is a warm current in my heart.

After another continuation of the killing jab and the killing of several waves of incoming Brother Guangmingshan, the old money was fairly fair in the distribution of the spoils.

He, the head of the Temporary Alliance, did not own most of the spoils along with the monks in his cave.

But in line with the principle of "who works, he gets the money", and most of the spoils are distributed fairly.

These casual practitioners were used to seeing the rampant dominance of the leaders of various sects. If they had any good things for their relatives, and if there were any heavy and dangerous tasks, they called them to die.

Therefore, the monks who are tired of the cannon fodder status have left the martial arts one after another and become a casual cultivator.

Before joining this small group, I still wanted to go for a meal with a lot of people and safety.

However, after joining this small group, they discovered that Lao Qian, the guy with the highest cultivation base, treated them as equal partners.

He didn't treat them like cheap buddies, sipping around.

People are animals with emotions, and the equal treatment of old money naturally exchanges the sense of identity in these people's hearts.

When they engraved the pattern of the Honeycomb Alliance on their right chest, they were sincere.

Cheers to the old money are also sincere and enthusiastic.

"Perhaps, they will forget me, the hive leader, after going through this pest crisis.

But, at least at this moment, they really support me.

Own it for a while, so why care about it forever?

I also have to do some good for them.

Let the big head disperse the insects and give them some. "

This kindness is a lifetime.

At this moment, Old Qian only felt that his chest was clear, as if he was infinitely enlarged.

A problem that I didn't understand during cultivation was solved at this moment.

It was just a moment of epiphany that made the old man suddenly understand a problem.

My mind is too selfish.

It can also be said that it is too narrow and can't leave my small circle.

This mental capacity has unknowingly affected my understanding of practice.

If we say, it used to be from the "people who are poor and short in history".

The cultivation base is too low, Nian Nian is worried about his own survival.

However, ordinary monks now can no longer threaten their own survival.

Even for the height that can be achieved for one's own practice, it is better to enlarge your mind.

"Big head, how much do you have for the deworming medicine? Send some to the monks on the corner to at least relieve them a little bit of pressure. We, with me, don't worry.

The old money negotiated with the big head happily.

"Long live the leader, just bought you over?

They call you the leader, but they don't call me the leader. "

The big head's eyes are full, and he looks reluctant.

Hehe a little, the old money stretched out his index finger in front of the big head, and a small three-color sprout grew from the top of old money's index finger.

After the shoot grows, it spreads out quickly, and then expands and grows at an amazing speed.

A few blinks have grown to the size of a palm.

"Are you a dryad, or dryad blood?"

The big head looked at the old money in surprise.

"Don't worry about what I am.

How about I give you two hundred of these leaves? "

Old Qian smiled and offered an exchange.

Two hundred leaves also take a lot of spiritual energy to cultivate.

A big head slapped on the thigh: "I knew that although you are murderous, you are a good person.

It's not in vain that I make your friend.

Three hundred pieces. "

The enthusiasm of the big head is that, with a flash of the big head, the price is increased by half.

"Am I easy? With so many bugs, how much energy do I have to spend?

Well, just two hundred and fifty pieces. "

Big head blinked his eyes the size of a mung bean and considered it in detail for a while.

Nodded.

"I will give you one hundred and fifty pills. You have to tell them that they can only last for one day once you use them.

You must squeeze the pill on yourself when you really cannot support it.

In many, I can't do anything. "

The old money nodded, "Of course, let's do our best, let's do our best. He can't save his life. That's his business."

With the bulk of ready-made raw materials, one hundred and fifty pills were quickly prepared.

In fact, it is most effective when several people use this pill together.

Everyone's pills can be used as a cover for several people around.

The monks received a pill like this one by one. After hearing the method of use ordered by the old money, many monks immediately consulted each other and dug through the cave where each other was hiding.

Once it's time to support them, they can support each other.

Old Qian also readily agreed to connect the caves where several of them were in with others.

There were no monks around the small hill where the black stone pillars stood.

Either ran away or was eaten up by bugs.

The dense insects around the black stone pillar began to pounce in all directions, looking for monks with a lot of spiritual energy in their bodies.

This kind of food is really a tonic.

"Look, the separated swarms of insects have a diamond shape in the air.

This is how the worms have mutated and strengthened after eating the flesh and blood of the monks.

Become the leader of those small groups of bugs.

Therefore, its position is in the middle of the diamond formation of those small groups of bugs.

Just like generals and officials surrounded by heavy guards. "

Rein Amin pointed at the old money at the entrance of the already enlarged hole.

As soon as the formation of those small groups of insects became regular, Rhein Amin immediately judged that the mutant insects had produced ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and became the leader of those without mutant insects.

"That is to say, the killing of human cultivators has come to an end. Is the human and insect war going on next?"

The turtle heard the hidden meaning in Rhein Amin's words.

"Yes, this is the real test.

So, the guys in Guangmingshan, don't dig a hole cleanly, there are generous fireworks, this is the real self-destruction? "

Rhein Amin's big head flickered, and he sneered at the stupid guys in Guangmingshan.

"Come, here, look over there, how shiny it is."

A monk pointed to a cloud of light flying towards the cliff.

This cloud of light was shrouded in a shimmering glow, and it was impossible to see what insects were inside. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please log in to anm, there are more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)