Beast

In purgatory, monks gather into tribes with varying powers. The power depends on the number of monks, and whether there are human monks with advanced cultivation and strong strength. The many tribes on the horizon of Hui Lin Yuan mostly depend on the number of monks.

There are small tribes with less than a hundred people, and the leader's cultivation is not as good as that of Hua Shi. There are also small family tribes with dozens, or even more than a dozen people, and the leader's strength is not as strong as Dingling.

In this place on the horizon, the spiritual energy of the world is lacking, but the strength of the monsters is also weak. If the tribe of human monks huddles here, they can barely survive as long as they do not offend the powerful monsters, and at the same time, they can also cultivate resources.

Lack of it makes it difficult to improve your cultivation.

The tribe that Yang Qing is going to is a small tribe of more than a hundred people that is opposed to 'Brother Lu'. Such a small tribe has no name at all. Even if the location is known, it may be turned into ruins if found.

He has many things to do. One is to look for rare treasures similar to life lotion. It would be good to have information, so that he can use "Three Yang and Seven Yin" and "life-type" rare treasures to enhance the true soul of the noble product.

, otherwise, it may take a long time to increase the strength of the soul based only on the realm, and may waste too much potential.

The second is about the early stage of Ding Ling. After integrating the remaining three points of purple energy into the innate vitality, he reached the early stage of Ding Ling.

Regardless of Xiantian, Consciousness Sea, or Zifu, they are all building foundations and transforming from the ordinary. Only when you enter the Dingling realm can you truly cultivate and become a true monk.

The Dingling realm is divided into the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage. Yang Qing was confused about the early stage of Dingling and didn't know how to go about it. According to his understanding, neither spiritual roots nor innate vitality have roots. They cannot last for a long time. If it is

It lasts for a long time, condenses but never disperses, and has endless vitality, so it must provide supplies for spiritual roots or innate vitality.

He once learned in the Tibetan Gong Pavilion of the Yufeng Sect that the Qi Refining monks would lay the "Earth" corresponding to the spiritual roots in the Zi Mansion. In the early stage of Ding Ling, this "Earth" was only a framework, which could be

The innate spiritual energy of the element can also be the element of the element. At this time, the 'earth' is very unstable and will scatter or disappear!

This premise is that Zifu can withstand it, and the appropriate "earth" can nourish Zifu, and the "earth" must be consistent with the attributes of the spiritual root, and how the "earth" is related to subsequent cultivation may be huge.

The help may also become an obstacle to cultivation.

In the middle stage of concentration, it is to stabilize the "earth" so that it will not disperse.

In the later stage of Ding Ling, the spiritual roots are 'planted' on the earth. This is the most difficult thing for monks. It cannot be replaced by foreign objects. This depends on the monk's understanding and realm.

What Yang Qing is confused about is what he should use to pave the 'earth'. If he uses something with the attributes of the elements, a little is okay, but if he wants to cover half of the Zifu with a radius of 100 feet, it can be seen how much is needed, and the power of the attributes will be

How huge it is, the innate vitality of the Dingling Realm does not yet have the foundation to accept the attributes. Forcibly instilling it will only damage it very quickly.

Not even the mildest of deeds can do it, unless there is something like the Lotion of Life.

After being cautious along the way, we still met a few monks. He was dressed in a brocade warrior uniform and did not look outlandish or weird. Nothing happened.

Running all the way, it didn't take long before I saw the tribe I was looking for this time in the distance.

This tribe is in a valley surrounded by low mountains. It is about the same size as a small town. If you take a casual glance, you will not find the existence of the tribe at all. If you look carefully, you will find something strange, that is, there is no small town in this valley.

What a brilliant illusion array.

It can only confuse the naked eye, but spiritual consciousness will be hindered if it is probed, arousing the vigilance of the monks in the valley.

Regardless of the tribe's location, defense, etc., there is not much difference from the many tribes in the sky. The only difference lies in the layout and scale of the monks and buildings.

"Just wait here, someone should come out soon."

Yang Qing stood on the hillside with a calm expression, about a hundred feet away from the illusory formation. He released his consciousness and briefly probed it before withdrawing it.

A little while...

"Who is coming!"

It turned out that there was a rough shout, and then, five sturdy men walked out of the illusion formation and showed their figures. The leader was a man about thirty years old. He had a heavy beard and a three-inch long line at the corner of his eyes.

His scars are very hideous, and he feels like this person is very fierce.

Yang Qing had a straight face, raised his chin slightly, probed with his spiritual consciousness, and said, "I want to find a place to practice here. I wonder if I can let you know."

"Dingling monk!"

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the strong man, and the ferocious look on his face disappeared. He raised his hands and said, "Senior, wait a moment!"

Immediately, a young man behind him turned around and entered the illusion formation.

"These five people only have innate cultivation, and they seem to have no spiritual roots, but they are certainly not weak in strength."

Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he thought to himself. From the soul of 'Brother Lu', he knew the language used by human monks to communicate with each other in purgatory, and could also communicate briefly. However, he knew that in purgatory, he had to show some cultivation strength first.

, will have the right to speak, otherwise, even the eloquent words will be useless.

He uses the spiritual sound transmission that can only be used by monks in the Dingling Realm to show his lower cultivation level, and other things will not be easily exposed.

These five Xiantian realm monks are all refining their bodies, and their physical strength is very strong. Although the contaminated spirit stones contain dark energy, they must be careful about the erosion of the mental energy and the accumulation of it when they are exercising their strength.

You have to be extra careful when doing so, but the weakest of the five has a single-arm strength of over a thousand kilograms, and the man with the scar at the corner of his eye has a single-arm strength of over three thousand kilograms.

"They were unable to completely refine the underworld energy. Instead, it turned into a boost for body refining, and they became even more fierce. Even the monks in purgatory cannot underestimate them and must be more cautious."

Divine consciousness passed over several people, and they were secretly vigilant in their hearts.

Not long after, a middle-aged man walked out of the illusory formation. He had an ordinary appearance and a lazy and listless look in his eyes. He seemed to be unable to wake up. His voice was loud, and he clasped his fists with a smile and said, "Fellow Taoist, please come inside!

"

"Um!"

Yang Qing nodded slightly and took the lead to walk towards the illusion array. His spiritual consciousness swept over and learned that this middle-aged man had the cultivation level of Zifu Realm. From the greetings of the five Xiantian Realm monks, he knew who this middle-aged man was.

The elder of this nameless tribe.

"Fellow Taoist, I will be looking for a peaceful life in the tribe from now on, so I need a lot of help."

The middle-aged man's eyes seemed too sleepy to open, but his tone was very kind.

"must!"

Yang Qing simply replied that he knew that the middle-aged man's attitude was due to the strength he had shown. As for 'a lot of help', it was all polite. He didn't care after hearing this. Small tribes in purgatory would accept outside monks.

Those with low cultivation and weak strength will often become the "coolie" of the tribe, while those with stronger strength will be jealous. Although he is only in the early stage of Dingling, the tribe will accept him on the surface, but secretly they will definitely take more precautions.

The middle-aged man would say a few words from time to time, without mentioning the strength within the tribe or asking about Yang Qing's origins.

After all, fights often occur between tribes, and many monks are looking for shelter after their original tribes have dispersed.

After entering the illusion formation, you can see the whole valley.

Generally speaking, it is similar to a large house. It is divided into several areas. There is an open space in the middle, where many monks gather, and everything is messy. The open space is surrounded by many houses and pavilions, each with its own use. Among them, Yang

The area that Qing faced when he walked in looked hazy and covered with fog. This was where the core monks of the tribe stayed, and they were all caves carved out by themselves.

Yang Qing walked in, attracting the monks in the open space to look at him, but did not comment.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay here first. We only need three low-grade spiritual stones this year."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"One year?"

Yang Qing was stunned, wondering how they calculated time.

"Oh, well, look, there is a bamboo tree planted in the open space. It grows one foot tall every year."

The middle-aged man was not surprised and explained briefly.

"This is what happened"

Yang Qing looked at the open space in the tribe. There was indeed a tall and emerald green bamboo. He pulled out three low-grade spirit stones that were contaminated by the underworld energy and handed them over. The reason why he did not use all the more than 500 spirit stones to capture the underworld.

Stone purification must be used here, otherwise taking out pure spiritual stones rashly will be harmful and useless.

"Okay, you are busy"

The middle-aged man's smile did not diminish, and he reached out to take it. Although he was slightly unhappy because he was only handed over for one year, he also knew that both the tribe and the monks were in danger. Most of them only handed over for one year at a time. Don't look at the tribe.

There are more than a hundred people inside, and there are only twenty or thirty core monks who are loyal to the tribe. The other monks may have left at some point, or they may never come back.

"Um!"

Yang Qing's tone was calm, and his expression looked arrogant.

This house is on the edge of the valley. It can be said that if the tribe is attacked, the edge of the valley will be the first to suffer. However, the house is very luxurious. After all, whether it is blue bricks, glazed tiles, beams, or frames, the monks can easily bake them.

, cut and build.

If Yang Qing is asked to build this house, it can be completed in three days.

Three spiritual stones every year are needed to maintain the formation covering the valley, and they are also the reward for the monks who maintain the stability of the tribe and ensure order.

Pushing the door open, the layout is standard, with bedrooms and living rooms complete, but there are no items. The wooden couches, futons, etc. must be made by oneself, and they are also sold in the tribe.

At this time, Yang Qing put away the arrogance on his face. It was very hard to pretend, but he had to do it. After all, letting others feel that he was extraordinary would save him a lot of trouble.

"It is better to settle here first than to dig a hole randomly. There are many monks here, and you can also trade some items. It is better than being blocked by information and being unable to do anything."

After saying this in my heart, I thought of the Zunpin True Soul in the sea of ​​consciousness, and I was both excited and a little worried.

"If Xinyao knew that she might not know what the surprise would be like, Lu Zhen and the others would definitely be jealous..."

As soon as this thought emerged, I tried my best to suppress it, not wanting it to surface, let alone forgetting it.

Just this feeling of having no one to share his joy made him feel particularly lonely and hated him even more.

If he doesn't look kind, he will go to the open space to look for what he needs.

"snort!"

With a cold snort in his nose, he pushed the door open and walked out.

As soon as the door was pushed open, four or five monks were seen standing at the door.