Mind Cultivation Record

Looking at the secluded pool of Huangquan, Xiao Mian's expression was uncertain.

In today's secluded pool of Huangquan, the most eye-catching thing is naturally the unknown Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass, followed by a section of white bones and a small pinball.

That pinball was the silver light thunder bomb that Xiao Mian got from Fu Qingqiong. The first thing Xiao Mian did when he returned to the grassland that day was to find Ye Qingguo and ask her how to refine the silver light thunder bomb.

Unfortunately, although Ye Qingguo is an alchemist with solid theoretical knowledge, the silver light thunder bomb is really not within the scope of her research. If she throws it directly into the Luanyin furnace for refining, I am afraid that the Ye family's ancestral alchemy furnace will have to explode. Can't fly.

In desperation, Xiao Mian had to find another way, but he had no clue.

But at this moment, Guitou said in a confused way: If you can't use fire, why not use water?

A word that wakes up the dreamer. In the spiritual world, most people use fire to refine elixirs, but there is also the so-called water method.

Finally, Xiao Mian threw the silver lightning bomb into the deep pool of Huangquan, trying to temper it with the water of the cold pool of Huangquan to make it meet his own requirements.

Thirty-six days later, Xiao Mian came to see it and found that the silver light thunder bomb was smaller by a circle. He came back at day seven-seven-forty-nine and found that it was smaller again. After that, eight-eight-sixty-four days later, nine-nine-eight Xiao Mian had been here for eleven days and found that the silver light thunder bombs were getting smaller every time and were moving in the direction he expected. Finally today, the 108th day, Xiao Mian felt that the time was right and planned to fish out the pinball.

As for the strange white bones, they were already deposited in the deep pool of the underworld.

Xiao Mian had not noticed it before, but he only noticed the existence of the bones before throwing the silver lightning bomb that day.

With a thought in his mind, Xiao Mian threw the silver lightning bomb near the bones.

Xiao Mian wanted to kill two birds with one stone when he came to pick up the silver light thunder bomb today...

Xiao Mian took out a large and somewhat bloated glove from his storage bag and put it on his hand.

This glove is made of fire beast skin, but it is not an ordinary animal skin. It was roughly made by Xiao Mian after hollowing out the piece of fire beast skin that was wrapped in black cloth that day.

Putting on the gloves, Xiao Mian remembered the joke about "gloves" that he had made a long time ago when he, Lu Chengfeng, and Fu Qingqiong first visited Huoyunling.

I don’t want to see things and people change over time, and everything will be different!

Gathering his thoughts, Xiao Mian recalled that when he first touched the cold pool of Huangquan, his fingernails had been frozen off by the water, and he couldn't help but shudder again.

According to Guitou, Huangquan Hantan is extremely cold in nature. It freezes to death all living things and absorbs all living souls. Even Guitou's soul was swallowed up by it.

When Xiao Mian threw the silver light thunder bomb into the Underworld Cold Pond, he also considered how to retrieve it in the future. However, considering that the Underworld Cold Pond had just existed together with the burial place of the Fire Beast, it was probably the only one that was close at hand. Huo Huanbu can restrain one or two.

Only then did Xiao Mian have the huge fire-huan cloth gloves on his hands, but whether they were successful or not would only be known after trying them.

After putting all the distracting thoughts of success and failure in his mind away, Xiao Mian stretched out his gloved right hand, but his eyes were fixed on the pinball in the cold pool.

With a flash of red light, Xiao Mian's right hand had already reached into the cold pool of Huangquan, and then he saw the huge fire-huan cloth glove melting at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xiao Mian didn't have time to marvel, he quickly grabbed the silver lightning bomb and the white bones, and retracted his palm.

When his right hand left the cold pool, only a thin layer of cloth was left on the originally huge fire-huan cloth glove.

If Xiao Mian's movements were any slower, I'm afraid he would lose his right hand forever!

But before Xiao Mian could hold back for a moment, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly felt stabbing pains coming from his right hand that was holding the amputated phalanx.

In shock, Xiao Mian dropped the phalanx on the ground.

"Don't be afraid! It's just a piece of demon finger bone!" Guitou's voice sounded at the right time, clearing Xiao Mian's doubts: "Seventh-level spiritual materials, demon finger bones, powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, how can you be in this small period of Qi training?" Can an eighth-level monk bear it?"

"Demon finger bones? Seventh-level spiritual material!?"

"Well! Let's put this thing here first! The spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by seventh-level spiritual materials are stronger than those of high-level spiritual stones. Your storage bag cannot shield it at all, even if it is an ordinary storage Even magic weapons can’t completely block it!”

"This...that's all!"

Xiao Mian was also someone who could take it up and let it go. After recovering from the shock of the seventh-level spiritual material, Xiao Mian threw the Heavenly Demon finger bone by the pond without looking at it.

Anyway, if this secret place is discovered by someone, let alone the devil's finger bones, even the ten thousand-year-old spiritual grass will definitely have no chance with Xiao Mian. If no one discovers it, it is much safer to leave it by the pool than to carry it with you... …

We'll just wait until Xiao Mian's strength improves in the future, and then we'll deal with it.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the panic in his heart, Xiao Mian left the secret cave without looking back.

After returning to the wooden house, Xiao Mian took out the smaller version of the silver light thunder bomb and looked at it carefully. Unexpectedly, although Xiao Mian was successful in physical training, he was only at the eighth level of Qi training and had not cultivated even a ray of divine will. However, if you want to know the power contained in a disposable consumable such as silver light thunder bomb, you can only Through the detection of spiritual thoughts, Xiao Mian had no choice but to turn to Guitou for help. After all, his soul thoughts had similar functions to spiritual thoughts.

After Guitou's testing, he found that this silver-light thunder bomb had been tempered in the Cold Pool of Underworld for 108 days to remove unnecessary impurities. Although its power has not become greater or smaller, it seems to contain a hint of underworld. The power of the cold pool.

After hearing this, Xiao Mian breathed a sigh of relief: No matter what the use of the power of the underworld is, in short, his first step has been achieved.

After that, Xiao Mian spent a long time alone before putting the silver light thunder bomb into the spirit-sealing box, affixing the spirit-sealing talisman, and hiding it in the storage bag.

After that, Xiao Mian meditated every day, but did not practice the Taiqing Sutra. He just kept thinking about all the battles he had fought since he started practicing Taoism, from the initial fight with the Red-crowned Feathered Snake to the later Huangfu Guard, to Nie Sheng, Wei Xiao Mian recalled Lao Hei, Liu Sanhuai, and Duanshui Shui one by one, thinking about his gains and losses, reflecting on his rights and wrongs - he was preparing, just to make no mistakes in the next battle. !

Because this battle is not only for himself, but also for his parents!

Xiao Mian wants to figure everything out, but there is a prerequisite - he must live!

Half a year after Xuan Lang and Ye Qingguo left, it was midsummer.

Counting the time, he should be here too...

Sure enough, in the afternoon of the third day after this, Lu Chengfeng came uninvited.

"Junior brother Xiao is so elegant! I didn't expect you to stay in this desolate place with no spiritual energy for three years, and you didn't even want to go back to Five Elements Mountain! But you forgot Yanzhu Peak? Forgot Lu?" Lu Chengfeng, who descended from the sky with a cold face, spoke aggressively to Xiao Mian: "Junior brother Xiao, noble people often forget things. I admit that you have forgotten Lu. But my grandfather treats you very well! You know that his life is about to end." "You are the only one who matters most in your life. How could you stay outside for three years without returning to the mountain or sending any news?"

"..."

Xiao Mian smiled bitterly but did not answer.