Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

That night, a stream of azure light flashed through the forest, startling birds and animals.

The hunters nearby thought that a treasure had appeared, and they all entered the forest with swords, axes, bows and arrows. Torches lit up the sky, and dogs and people shouted and laughed. However, after a night of searching, they returned empty-handed.

In the morning, a hoarse murmur sounded in a cliff crack in the forest.

"Hiss..."

"So hungry..."

This was Wang Fu's first feeling after waking up, followed by pain all over his body.

After he stepped into the beam of light, he felt a huge force pressing on him from the azure light. Fortunately, he was protected by the sword light and the poisonous black cloud cover that was promoted to the treasure level. If not, his bones would be crushed with just one blow.

Even so, the protective sword light and the poisonous black cloud cover did not last long. The latter even broke into pieces and dissipated. Fortunately, the huge force in the azure light came and went quickly. When the protective sword light just broke, it disappeared without a trace. Instead, a dazzling azure light invaded Wang Fu's body.

Then Wang Fu fell into a coma.

Before he fell into a coma, Wang Fu saw that the storage bag and the spirit beast bag were broken. Fortunately, they were all collected by the small tripod, so he survived.

When Wang Fu regained consciousness, he appeared here. In front of him was a damp underground crack, which was dark and the light was extremely dim. Only a little light fell from the crack above his head.

Wang Fu also felt a long-lost hunger. In addition, there was pain all over his body and his cultivation was sealed.

Fortunately, his consciousness was intact, which made Wang Fu feel a little comforted.

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is not as good as the wind and thunder ruins. They must have escaped..." With a sigh in his heart, Wang Fu quickly took out a pill from the small cauldron and stuffed it into his mouth. After refining it, his hunger was slightly relieved.

However, it was only a temporary solution, and his stomach was empty.

Since he started to build his foundation and practice fasting, Wang Fu has never had this feeling. He had to attribute it to the blue silk threads wrapped around his dantian. These silk threads were like a ban, suppressing his cultivation to the fourth level of Qi Refining. If he wanted to restore his foundation to perfection, he had to refine and remove them bit by bit.

Wang Fu tried it. These blue silk threads were like indestructible steel threads. With the spiritual power he could mobilize now, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. He would not be able to recover for dozens or hundreds of years.

This made Wang Fu feel very difficult and speechless.

"Forty-one years, I finally escaped, but I was restricted again. It's worthy of the rules of a small world. I wonder how the two little guys are doing." Thinking of this, Wang Fu's spiritual consciousness entered the small tripod, and he saw that in the hazy space, the little red bird and the soul-seeking beast fell into a coma. The latter's breath was stable, so Wang Fu was not too worried.

But the little red bird swallowed the unknown azure stone, and now there is still a trace of blue light on its body, which makes Wang Fu worried.

However, Wang Fu is in danger now, but he can't help, and can only rely on his own luck.

After a long time, Wang Fu's pain all over his body finally disappeared after some exercise. He then carefully performed the earth escape technique and headed towards the ground.

Three feet away from the ground, Wang Fu spread his spiritual consciousness to explore, and saw that this place was just a wilderness forest, without people and animals, so he floated to the ground.

The strong sunlight was very dazzling, so Wang Fu couldn't help but cover it with his hand, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, but felt excited and wanted to laugh out loud.

There is no other reason. Seeing the sun means that you have truly left the Wind and Thunder Ruins.

There is no sun in the world of the ruins, let alone such bright sunshine. Wang Fu opened his arms and embraced the long-lost warmth. After a long time, he was brought back to reality by the "gurgling" sound in his stomach.

Wang Fu even felt a little dizzy, his legs softened, and he almost fell to the ground.

Wang Fu knew that this was not normal. It must be the blue light in the dantian that was causing trouble, but he didn't want to be the first cultivator to starve to death. The elixir was useless, so he could only look for food quickly.

Fortunately, not long after, a snow-white rabbit appeared more than ten feet away. Wang Fu flicked his fingers and ejected a tiny and subtle spiritual power, and the rabbit died on the spot.

The bonfire was lit, and the skin and belly were peeled with spiritual power, and spices that had not been used for decades were sprinkled on it. Soon, a fragrant, crispy and tender roasted rabbit came out of the oven.

After a hearty meal, Wang Fu felt better. Although he was still a little hungry, it didn't affect his movements and spellcasting. Wang Fu even felt that the restriction of a certain azure light had weakened a little.

This made Wang Fu overjoyed.

Eating can weaken the restriction?

When he first arrived here, Wang Fu didn't know whether he was still in the familiar territory of Daxia, nor did he know where he was. He was in the dark and couldn't run around. After all, his cultivation was now imprisoned by the azure silk thread, and he could only mobilize the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi Refining. Although he had some means to save his life, if he broke into the territory of the foundation-building cultivator or encountered a second-level monster, he might still die.

So Wang Fu didn't rush to leave, but closed his eyes and slowly dispersed his consciousness.

After half a cup of tea, Wang Fu opened his eyes, and the area of ​​4,300 feet in radius was reflected in his mind. There were villages under the mountains and forests, there was smoke from cooking, and there was also a fairly flat road.

On the road, there were nearly twenty ordinary people in gorgeous clothes, carrying a large flag with the Chinese character "林" on it, escorting goods.

It was obviously a caravan.

This made Wang Fu's eyes light up, and he was overjoyed.

In his current state, dealing with ordinary people is much safer than negotiating with immortal cultivators!

Don't even think about controlling any flying spiritual weapon with the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi Refining. Even the flying magic weapon Wang Fu can't control it. What's more, since the foundation was established, except for the Soul Dang Bell given by Wuchen, Wang Fu has no control over it. The magic weapon has been dealt with long ago.

He had no choice but to apply a light body technique on his body, and then used the wind control technique to float towards the caravan on the avenue.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Wang Fu pretended to be a lost mortal, lying on his back on a boulder beside the road, bathing in the sun, resting and waiting.

When the caravan reached a place ten feet away, Wang Fu slowly stood up and stood on the road. The caravan also spotted Wang Fu, stopped moving forward with a burst of horse neighing, and guarded them one by one as if they were facing a formidable enemy. He surrounded the four carriages of the caravan and protected them.

He was obviously very wary of the man in black in front of him.

Among the guards, a slender man with a spear and a scar on his face said a few words to a burly man carrying a ring-headed steel knife. The latter came on horseback from the caravan and approached Wang Fuliang. Zhang Zhang away, he asked loudly and vigilantly:

"This is the Lin family's caravan from Aoki City. Who are you, and why are you blocking the road here?"

The accent of the visitor was a little strange. It was not like the accent of Daxia Kingdom, but it was somewhat similar to the Dajing monk Wang Fu met at the Fenglei Ruins, which made Wang Fu have a guess in his mind.

Moreover, this person is not an ordinary mortal, but a person who has practiced martial arts and has a long breath. He is obviously a worldly person.

He looked at the tall horse and took half a step back in feigning fear. Then he cupped his hands and said in imitation of his accent:

"Wang Fu, I don't mean to stop you. I'm just far away from home and would like to ask where the nearest town is."

"If it's convenient, I hope I can give you a ride. I'd be very grateful. I'll give you some money as a reward..."

With that said, Wang Fu reached out and turned his hand behind his back, and several pieces of broken silver appeared in his palm.