Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

After twelve times, the transformation of this kind of bone replacement will reach its peak, causing the body to produce abnormalities.

For example, those without horns grow horns, those without scales grow scales, and so on.

This is called "weird".

The "spirit" in ghosts and goblins refers to this.

No matter how many times the beast turns, the final transformation direction is "-Kirin"

The generation of worms and fish born of wetness, the ultimate direction of transformation is "dragon"

Feathers hatched from eggs, that is, birds like flat-haired animals, are "phoenixes".

There are also some things that get other opportunities, and they will develop on the "Kun".

Real unicorns, real dragons, and real phoenixes are all due to luck, not real ones.

The top level of these transformations is nothing but a "king".

Such as "Dragon King".

Under the Dragon King are all kinds of "karma dragons" that have the shape of a dragon but are not perfect, and have no dragon spirit.

In the same way, under the Qilin is the "Ye Qilin".

Under the phoenix is ​​the "karma phoenix".

Everyone has a method of cultivation, and everyone has a criterion and line of life, which is called "Tao"

These are completely different from human beings, and the system is also different, so they are called "outer ways"

It's not that heretics are all "demons and ghosts", but that demons and ghosts make up heretics.

Some monsters have unique cultivation bases, and their consciousness is immortal after death, and they are reincarnated and turned into human beings.

Or those with extremely high spiritual intelligence, they learn from human beings, visualize themselves as human beings, and blend into the human world.

This kind of existence is called "demon".

Those who propagate stubborn, radical and anti-human fallacies are called "demons".

For example, some people have survived the catastrophe of death, and they feel that they have transformed and are no longer human.

To him, people are just ants, like blood and food, which can be taken at will.

The existence of this kind of "human cannibalism" is "demon" and "inner demon".

Those goblins and ghosts who cannibalize their own kind, or reincarnate as humans, and then cannibalize them are called "crooked demons".

Right now, this one is obviously a bear in itself, but it has experienced many deaths and transformed into a "black"

That's the monster among the ghosts.

Hei is extremely ferocious, he can tear a war horse in half with his bare hands, and smash a stone like tofu.

In the lower realm, it often happens that a black massacres a village.

In Qingyun blessed land, the general black dare not provoke others.

In the time of this exchange, the hidden monster has already finished a box of honey.

It stretched its belly, licked its paws, and turned its head to look at the flames...  

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly he opened his mouth and roared, the sound shook the horse to escape, and Dabai backed away flapping his wings.

Key subconsciously dropped the lantern and covered his ears.

An Jia was startled by the roar, and her head was in a daze.

Just at this moment of bewilderment, the black monster sprinted on all fours, stood up in front of him, and swung his paw down.

The transparent Gang Qi surged above the claws.

swish!

In the air, fragments of clothes flew.

The key came back to his senses, looked up quickly, his pupils shrank.

The clothes on An Jia's body were torn, and four long white marks on her chest were slowly turning red.

The black monster was looking at An Jia's body in astonishment, and then at his extremely sharp claws.

"You don't even have the strength to hit someone, and you're called a ghost...it hurts a bit."

When An Jia was about to rub the imprint, the black monster was startled and frightened, and went berserk.

It swept across An Jia's body with its claws and claws, opened its sharp black kiss and bit down on the head.

An Jia raised her hand, grabbed the upper jaw and chin, and separated them forcefully.

Click!

The black monster's cheekbone was directly torn and fractured, and he couldn't close it.

An Jia pushed it away, and it turned around and ran on all fours.

The speed is very fast, he ran for 100 meters vertically, took two breaths, and then ran for a few hundred meters.

An Jia stared at the light black spear-shaped slender tornado on the palm of his hand.

Zila!

boom!

Among them, thunder and lightning flashed, and the sound was shocking.

An Jia raised his hand and threw it at him.

In the dark night, the light black wind cone and spear merged into one, and only the flash of lightning was vaguely seen.

The black monster has already run one kilometer away...

Suddenly feeling something was wrong behind him, he turned his head.

The wind cone spear went over its head and hit the big rock in front of it.

boom!

The sudden burst of lightning spread all over the surrounding area for a hundred meters.

Although the black monster didn't hit it head-on, it was too close, and it was thrown away by lightning in an instant.

"Are you OK."

An Jia looked sideways at the key in a daze.

The key that came back to his senses murmured: "Lei Leifa..."

"What Leifa, no, I taught you, Moyunjue."

Seeing that the key was fine, An Jia stepped on her foot and flew into the air.

Stepping downwind, like walking on flat ground, a few breaths have come to the black monster.

The black monster was so shocked that he rolled his eyes and smoked all over his body.

The black fur was scorched black from the beating.

It has a long mouth, obviously the fracture has not healed.

But the black monster was only stunned by the electric shock, but he was not seriously injured.

"My Wind Cone Spear is really too weak..."

An Jia shook his head, he was really moved just now.

Because the black monster ate his honey.

It's all money!

Beehives were also smashed.

Eat your food and smash your pot, this is a beast!

You can beat him, scold him, but you can't rob him or destroy his things.

At that time, my head was hot and I wanted to find a weapon, but I didn't have any around me, so I used Feng Cone Yu directly.

Because the repeated bombardment of the bare rock mountain ten kilometers away has attracted the attention of the sect, he no longer intends to use it.

In desperation, there is no way.

Within 100 meters, he can throw stones as throwing knives, ensuring accuracy.

Within 300 meters, he can draw a bow and shoot arrows, ensuring accuracy.

Three hundred meters away, Huaidu is in a state of serious imbalance in all aspects.

Just like the moment just now, he also fully realized that he still needs to strengthen his usual target shooting.

Now that the beating is over, and the anger is gone, he drags the hair on his head and walks back.

When you come to the intersection, this is also the place where you enter the woods, and there are many trees.

He found hemp rope from the warehouse, directly tied the black monster into a rice dumpling and hung it up.

Hanging on a tree more than 20 meters high.

"It also ruined my clothes..." I muttered on the way back.

Perhaps the only lucky thing tonight was that the lantern went out when it hit the ground.

It is a good thing that the newly made white candles are not wasted.

The current living conditions are relatively simple, so we must save money.

As for the horse, run and run.

It ran away and was quiet.

Of course, after only an hour, the six horses ran back without exception.

They stood under the tree, looked up at the black monster hanging above, and watched for a while.

When watching, they also made a communication-like sound, which was a bit like mocking.

Then went back to the stable and went to bed.

"Aw...

"Roar…...……"

Early in the morning, the rooster did not crow, but the black monster hanging from the tree wailed.

An Jia didn't even eat breakfast, so she grabbed a piece of clothing and wrapped it up before running to the tree with the bamboo flying knife.

The black monster stretched its neck and looked at An Jia and howled.

While barking, he shook his body, making the trees squeak and make sounds.

The bees seemed to hate the bastard, and the rest of the beehives rushed out to sting.

There are dense bees hanging on the black monster, as if wearing a piece of clothing.

"Let you down..."

An Jia turned her head and saw the destroyed beehive, and it was black.

There are no doors.

Holding a bamboo flying knife, he came to drive a distance of 100 meters, and threw it at the black monster while walking.

He moved, and the black monster was also shaking, and it was difficult to control the accuracy.

The ten bamboo flying knives were thrown three times, and the rest were lost.

When An Jia throws it, he exerts his strength and uses the Gang Qi, and the flying knife shoots out its own Gang Qi.

...asking for flowers......

But the bamboo is brittle, and the black monster's skin is thick, and it will explode as soon as it touches it.

All kinds of bamboo chips are pierced into its flesh.

This pain is nothing to the black monster.

It also understands that it is hated by the terrifying human being in front of it, and it is impossible to let it go for the time being.

Seeing that it was honest, An Jia stopped and went to the nearby stable to shovel the excrement.

After shoveling, seeing that the field was a little dry, I raised my hand and rubbed the cloud.

After a burst of lightning and thunder, the rain poured down.

Irrigation is almost done, stop.

Go to the warehouse to get firewood and glazed pottery and put them in the kiln.

Both kilns were full, and both were filled with firewood.

After igniting the fire, connect the windmill group, and the wind gushes out, raising the temperature.

The state in the territory is similar to the lower realm after applying the spirit-gathering circle.

Under such a flame, it can be burned without looking at it.

So when the flame stabilized, he got up and chopped bamboo to make a paper umbrella.

Oh, by the way, the beehive is broken, we need to make one.

Because the materials of the beehives are all big wood pieces spliced ​​with bamboo pieces.

Do a lot according to the size at one time, and there will always be more or less when spliced ​​together.

Finally, look at the remaining materials.

It is his habit that there is no material left.

Do one at a time and make two if there is a surplus, so that there is no surplus.

This time he made three in one go and replaced the broken one.

This bad one has been licked clean inside.

It can only be used as a fire material.

At noon, the black monster was howling again, as if saying that he was hungry.

An Jia went up and gave it some bamboo flying knives to eat.

After finishing the work, I went back to make oil-paper umbrellas.

In the evening, the black monster was interested again, still saying that he was hungry.

An Jia went over, put it down, trimmed its toenails and fingernails, and got up again.

The black monsters were stunned.

How can there be such a person in this world? I'm afraid it's not a foreign demon in human skin!

It was early morning again, and the black monster howled as always, as if it was a wake-up call.

After An Jia smashed a few throwing knives to practice, he waited for it to be silent before leaving.

At noon it called again.

An Jia thought about it and came over with a sack.

Spread the sack on the ground and set it down.

Don't wait for it to be happy.

Guiyuan Sword!

An Jia's fingertips burst out with sharp and solid transparent qi.

The sword finger swept across its whole body.

After ten breaths, the shaved black monster rose again.

An Jia put the gross income into the warehouse.

This thing, as a stuffing like bedding, couldn't be better.

It just takes a while to wash.

In the evening, the monster howled again, but the sound was not so loud.

An Jia poked his head out and looked far away.

It obviously also saw An Jia's face, and immediately shut up.

After eating and drinking in the woods, the six horses ran back with cheerful hooves.

They paused under the tree for a while, raised their heads and lifted the nostrils of the horse, making a sound of tongue drawing.

After a while, he neighed happily and went back to the stable to lie down.

Speaking of which, this black monster is really hungry.

For ten days, without eating, I lost a lot of weight, but I was still alive.

Just hanging on the tree, so motionless, a new layer of hair has grown on the smooth skin.

Only when An Jia sticks his head out to look at it will it react a bit.

As for An Jia, in fact, I always feel that someone is watching here.

His spiritual consciousness can only spread across the entire territory now, spreading it in one layer.

After leaving the entrance where the black monster is hung, there is nothing to see.

Whenever he feels peeping, he sticks his head out to look.

As a result, I see black monsters every time I read it.

Only black monsters can be seen.

In the depths of the woods, on a certain treetop, a figure in purple clothes loomed.

"How, sir?"

...indivual....