But no matter whether he is in the abyss at the bottom of the North Ming or on this unattainable unicorn peak, he has been slowly refining the aura of heaven and earth. Not only has his vitality and longevity been growing, instead of declining.
At the top of his consciousness there is a diaphragm like ground glass, which makes him invisible to the other world composed of the spiritual consciousness of sentient beings, and he will never produce spiritual consciousness. This is not limited by his ability, but he has no consciousness to break through.
The development path of all wild monsters is like this. All its achievements are accumulated in its own vitality, lifespan and mana, these three can grow almost unlimitedly. But its own sanity always stays at the level of beasts.
Lan Ruoshuang's breath of the mysterious soul is like a drop of water, dripping on the originally fuzzy layer of frosted glass, immediately forming a transparent water mark. The colorful spirit world over the glass suddenly revealed more colors.
Once he yearns for the clear spiritual world, his consciousness will naturally break through this barrier to produce spiritual consciousness. After being transformed, the spiritual consciousness will become more complicated like a human being and become the spiritual consciousness. This is not without cost, spiritual and spiritual consciousness will consume lifespan crazily.
So ignorant wild monsters live a long life, but if the monster turns into a human body, it will shorten the lifespan. Compared with demons, people have less lifespan. This is the inevitable price of spiritual enlightenment.
"Huh, where is self-defeating. Every hundred years when those people take my thunder and fall asleep, they will come to pick my leaves..."
He only thought for a while, and immediately recalled the five times of reincarnation-like pain in the five hundred years. In the past, he would only react with hatred to all the creatures that entered his surroundings in a stressful manner, but now he recalled the monks who came to pick his leaves every hundred years in his danger.
There are still not many leaves on his body, only some new buds. The last time he was knocked off leaves was only less than ten years ago. His leaves grew very slowly, and the monks would never leave him any leaves.
Every time his leaves are plucked, he must use the power of qi and blood to recover. It takes nearly a hundred years to recover completely. But a hundred years later, it is about the next thunder robbery. Therefore, not only has his cultivation base not progressed in the past five hundred years, but has been slowly depleted. Now that he understood all this, the flames of hatred began to burn continuously in his initial spiritual consciousness.
"They are the monks of Kapok City." Lan Ruoshuang realized the Silver Dragon Mountain Range, the Kapok City in the warm valley below the mountain range, and the more than 100,000 demons living in the city.
Most of them reproduced from clan demons, and they had imperfect human bodies and spiritual consciousness at birth. They hunted beasts and traded with blood spirit stones. Similarly, the leaves of the Xuanyin tree can also be traded into blood spirit stones, and a leaf can be sold at a high price of hundreds of taels of blood spirit stones.
Lan Ruoshuang didn't need to speak, the thoughts in her mind passed along with her divine thoughts, and Xuanyin Shu immediately responded with all the photos. In short, although the Xuanyin Tree that had just produced spiritual consciousness was not a blank piece of paper, she could still guide it carefully.
This is exactly the "taming" technique of the Northern Frontiers. Unlike the Middle-Turkish tribes who are good at refining qi and cultivating methods, the dust tribes of the Northern Frontier are good at tame. The so-called taming is a technique that can domesticate and guide those wild monsters that cannot communicate with each other into their own battle pets and their own combat power.
Although the northern border taming technique is extensive and profound, there are only two in the final analysis: one is taming, and it is violent tame, so that the wild demon can drive itself. The second is to guide them and make them willing to follow themselves.
But the ignorant wild monster cannot communicate. There is only one way to guide it, which is to try to help it open up and produce spiritual consciousness. This is not a simple matter. Moreover, once spiritual consciousness is produced, it is very easy to lose control, making the trainer also in danger. The mystery of it cannot be exhausted.
With Lan Ruoshuang's half-step Zifu cultivation base, it is incredible to guide a wild monster with unfathomable strength. But the taming technique cannot be based on the level of cultivation. She possessed the breath of Xuanming, which she used to deal with the ancient Xuanyin tree that grew up in the abyss of the North Ming. It just fits well, and there is still a little hope of success.
"A monk in Kapok City?" Anger gushed from his spiritual sense like a volcanic eruption, filled with his almost blank spiritual sense. He couldn't wait to jump up immediately and patted the Kapok City into powder with a palm. But he can't do it because he doesn't know how to transform. Before transforming, he only had a tree body. Unlike the human body, this tree has roots and cannot move.
Lan Ruoshuang felt the torment in his heart, and the corners of her beautiful mouth curled slightly. What she wants is this feeling. If Xuanyin Ancient Tree can get to this point, her taming technique will become more than half.
"I can help you destroy Kapok City and avenge your 500 years of continuous damage to your cultivation. But you can't act without authorization. If you are willing to listen to my arrangements, I can let you get what you want 100%."
There was a sly light in her eyes, and she smiled secretly.
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"Why are there so many baboons? There are so many baboons?"
"Why are there so many orange-haired baboons suddenly?"
"Why didn't I slip away ahead of time!"
stubbornly guarding the northwest corner of Kapok City, that is, the wall in the direction of the collapsed Asura Tower, almost every monk has many reasons in his mind.
They were standing on a tower made of bamboo, and the floor was full of stumps and fragments of flesh and blood, both from baboons and from these monks. Blood was flowing everywhere, and flies flew around.
But they just can't do it if they stop and clean. Even in the moment when the offensive of the beast tide gradually ceased, they could only nervously look at the opposite side of the moat through the extremely sharp bamboo fence.
On the opposite side of is a desperate flaming red, densely packed with red-haired baboons, like a fire burning all over the mountains.
What's even more terrifying is that at this moment, there was a short, almost incredible silence across the canyon. The roar of the baboons disappeared, and all the baboons stood up, looking in their direction like penguins.
Only the strong sunlight above my head, the roaring wind, and the smell of blood in the wind are left outside.
A few days ago, it was crazy that the two blood refining tribes had refined more than 300,000 taels of blood spirit stones. This often means that the animal tide is nearing its end.
But the fact is the opposite. Not only did the news that the Assassin Tower was captured first came this morning, but everyone suddenly found that the baboons almost filled their field of vision, more than ever before.
Although they have defended this wall for more than ten days, they used to just do it every day, take blood spirit stones and eat mixed rice.
After all, there is a thorny tower in front, which attracts most baboons. Even if there is something missed, there are pure sun formations and deep gorges in front of the moat, and ordinary baboons simply can't make it through.
Until the Assassin Tower collapsed, they didn't realize how this battle of defending the city was.
Kapok ordered the defenders to be divided into three teams. Team A fights for life and death in front of the wall, and Team B is responsible for supervising Team A. If there is someone in Team A who is afraid of death, Team B will kill them at any time. Team C rests in the city.
Every few hours, the people of Team A will come down to rest with scars and replenish their troops. Team B stepped forward to become Team A. Team C, which had been rested, stepped forward and used it as Team B to supervise the battle.
has been circulating like this, supervising each other, these monks barely supported it. Otherwise, it would have been gone.
This day, the number of baboons has become particularly large. It is not that the total number has increased sharply, but that there are fewer baboons in the other two directions. Almost all the baboons were concentrated on the northwest corner where there was no Assassin Tower, leaving the defenders of the wall in despair.
When did the beast tide also have tactics, and actually know that the strength of the superior force is concentrated to attack the weakness of the opponent?
The silence of the baboons didn't last long~EbookFREE.me~ But after ten breaths, the screams surged like a wave. In a short while, the fiery red baboons were like a big red blanket, shaking constantly, curling up the edges, forming a sphere one by one.
Each sphere is a baboon ball formed by hundreds of red-haired baboons climbing each other and rolling together.
Just behind the baboon ball, there is always a giant baboon that is obviously stronger than other baboons, one person taller, and as strong as a silverback gorilla. Its hair is orange, which is the orange of the strength of the brother Xudan. Hairy demon baboon.
In a weird roar, the orange-haired monster picked up a few red-haired baboons and threw them toward the city wall like a stone.
The city wall and the outside world are not only separated by a deep gorge, but also an invisible pure sun formation. Although because of the Stabbing Tower in the outside world, this formation has rarely withstood the test, and even some years of real practice, but it is definitely not a few red-haired baboons that can be broken.
Sure enough, these baboons hit the pure sun formation wall in the air, like they were mounted on a transparent wall, and they were squeaking.
The pure sun formation is unattainable. These baboons scratched their limbs on the pure sun formation wall, and they were about to slide down, but they saw their seven orifices emit a strong red light at the same time, and then they blew themselves!
Loud bangs kept coming, and bursts of red light burst out on the pure sun formation wall. Under the violent explosion, huge holes were revealed one by one on the wall that had been in disrepair.
At the same time, those orange-haired baboons immediately shook their muscles, lifted the big ball composed of hundreds of red-haired baboons above their heads, and made a fierce shot, aiming at the hole in the pure sun formation and threw it over!
