Late at night, in the wilderness.
Fang Xiaolong and Ninth Uncle worked together to kill the silver-armored zombie that had just appeared.
"Hu…Hu." Fang Xiaolong looked at the zombie that had died in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, panting heavily.
"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, you're amazing.”Qiu Sheng was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. His legs were trembling, and he held the peach wood sword with both hands. He looked like he was still in shock.
"Brother Qiusheng, are you alright?" Fang Xiaolong regained his senses and looked at Qiu Sheng, who was sitting not far away from him. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Stomp ~ stomp! A series of hurried footsteps came from afar.
Ninth Uncle walked out of the smoke and shouted,""Retract!"
Whoosh!
The Dragon-Tiger Flag and the Three Pristine Bells moved without any wind, as if they could hear human speech. They drew an S-shape in the air and flew straight into the Mustard Seed Sumeru Bag.
"Qiusheng, Xiaolong. Are you guys alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No…no, Master." Qiu Sheng took a deep breath and held the peach wood sword tightly in his right hand. He stabbed it into the ground as a support and slowly stood up.
"It's good that you're fine. Let's leave this place quickly. There's Yin energy here, so that there won't be any more zombies.”Ninth Uncle carefully put the Mustard Seed Sumeru Pouch into his inner robe.
"Alright, Uncle. Brother Qiusheng, let me help you." Fang Xiaolong walked forward and helped Qiu Sheng up.
The three of them looked around and realized that the battle just now had scared away the donkey and the horse.
Helplessly, the three of them could only walk and quickly leave this place.
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The three of them walked through the night and walked on the official road for more than ten miles. The sky gradually brightened, and a hint of white appeared in the sky.
"Uncle, there is a shed in front. Someone must be selling tea.”
Fang Xiaolong pointed at the flying flag in the distance. On it was written [Tea].
Master, I'm dying of thirst." Qiu Sheng walked behind them, his lips dry.
"Let's go over and rest. Have some tea." Ninth Uncle turned around and looked at Qiu Sheng and Fang Xiaolong before making a decision.
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While they were resting and drinking tea, Fang Xiaolong opened the incomplete manual of the [Eight-Nine Arcane Art] through the system.
Fang Xiaolong suddenly realized something very annoying!
His realm was not high enough! Not enough magic power! Not enough spiritual energy!
To make an analogy, the realm was like a big wooden bucket, the magic power was the water in the wooden bucket, and the spiritual qi was like the spring water in a mountain stream.
Taoism was not just about cultivation! It was still cultivating the heart, cultivating the state of mind!
If one's mental state was not enough and one's realm increased too quickly, it was very likely that one would go berserk!
In other words, it was to absorb the essence of the sun and moon in a blessed land with abundant spiritual energy.
However, the biggest problem now was that the current era was the Age of Chaos. The spiritual energy was thin, and there were even some places where there was no spiritual energy at all.
The reason why cultivation was created was because of the lack of spiritual energy. The ancients had no choice but to simplify cultivation.
He had to first cultivate to the tribulation stage and undergo the baptism of the heavenly tribulation before ascending to the immortal world.
The Eight Nine Mysteries was the guardian divine skill of the Chan School.
The Eight Nine Mysteries of Taoism was a technique of transformation. The Eight Nine Mysteries of Taoism meant multiplying by seventy-two.
The profundity of cultivation techniques could not only increase the realm of immortals, but also many transformation techniques.
However, there was one point. The starting point of the [Eight-Nine Arcane Art] was to become a Celestial Immortal!
In addition, because this was an incomplete scroll, there were only the cultivation techniques and transformation techniques of the first three levels. To Fang Xiaolong, it was useless.
The remnant of the [Eight-Nine Arcane Art] was actually of little value! It's a pity to throw it away!
"Shopkeeper, is there anything to eat?”Ninth Uncle also felt hungry. He rubbed his stomach with his left hand and looked at the old shopkeeper.
"Sir, our shop is small. Other than tea, there were only some flatbread.”The old shopkeeper stood in front of the stove and bowed to Ninth Uncle.
"Then give me the flatbread and a pot of tea.”
Then, the old shopkeeper served three flatbread to the three of them.
Fang Xiaolong picked up the flatbread and took a bite, almost vomiting.
Because it was too hard and cold, as if it had been overnight.
"Cough cough ~ It tastes terrible." Qiu Sheng quickly spat it out and took a sip of tea.
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