"Heart demon?" Chen He was horrified.
Just like mortals will always encounter illnesses in their lives, some of which are nothing at all, some are just fine, and some can make people lose their lives. The inner demon is such a thing that does not know when it will come and what kind of torture it will make you suffer.
In the realm of self-cultivation, there have been people who have never been disturbed by inner demons, and they have been cultivating smoothly until they ascended. There are also elders of great sects with outstanding cultivation bases and prominent identities, who went into retreat and lost their lives in Huangquan.
Inner demons are hard to describe, even harder to break free.
Seeing Shi Feng frowning and looking pale, Chen He asked nervously, "Brother, how are you now?"
Shi Feng adjusted his breath several times, but his chest was still congested and suffocated, and he knew that he was still too deep in the illusion.
The practice of closed-mouth meditation is not to create cause and effect, to be less involved in sin karma, and if it is strictly required, even writing is not allowed. In the fantasy world, Shi Feng was willing to use a dead inheritance teacher to ridicule the fate of heaven and destroy the years of meditation.
He almost sank with the illusion, and after the sudden idea of the idea was violent, he suffered heavy damage to his body. Not only the meridians, but even the primordial spirit was affected, Shi Feng unknowingly frowned deeply.
The name of the ghost realm in the Chifeng Desert is not used to fool mortals. If caught in the sandstorm, even Jindan stage cultivators will die. He can't move the real essence without authorization now, Chen He's cultivation base is not high, and in order to suppress the anger of the fire in the stone, Shi Feng temporarily sealed it in Chen He's dantian, which can only be unlocked with the improvement of Chen He's realm.
"You can't stay here for long."
Chen He looked around and said something that Shi Feng frowned slightly.
Before Shi Feng was satisfied that his younger brother was smart and smart, he was stunned by Chen He's actions.
The younger brother cautiously compared with his hands, and tore off two pieces of rags directly from the corner of his robe.
"… "
"Someone chased into the Red Wind Desert."
Chen Hechao made a gesture to the back: "There are people who have seen me in that restaurant in Yunzhou City, they are not troublesome, I am afraid that you will be recognized, and then the enemy of your brother will also come to the door... We can't go back smoothly. Black Abyss Valley."
Shi Feng was teased by such a serious junior and brother, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
It is true that his internal injury was severely damaged, but that's all. If the cultivator can't move after being injured, what will the cultivator who encounters a vendetta plot in the world do
Immoving True Essence is only to heal the injury as soon as possible. Using True Essence will exacerbate the injury, but in this Kyushu Central Plains, there are only a handful of masters who need Shi Feng's life to deal with, and half of them are still in Heiyuan Valley.
And the six sages of the devil, the Daxueshan master, the Miao Jiang Gu king, and the East China Sea Feiqiong Island Master will not personally come out to chase a "good luck" to get the fire in the stone, and the cultivation level is not even the Jindan stage. !
Chen He moved over carefully and asked nervously, "Can senior brother still move?"
Shi Feng nodded, but he didn't go into trouble again.
Chen He took a step back and said with determination, "Brother, let's go!"
After speaking, he turned around and squatted down, ready to pull Shi Feng's arm.
- Shi Feng was a little stunned, is junior brother planning to carry himself
Before he could refuse, Chen He urged him, "Senior brother, we have been delayed here for a long time, and if we don't leave, more people may catch up."
Shi Feng, who has never been carried by anyone in his life:…
Chen He wanted to urge again, but Shi Feng held his palm and drew two words on the sand.
"Magic weapon?" Chen He's eyes lit up, yes, there is a magic weapon!
Cultivators use a lot of treasures and spirits to travel, how can they think they don't have them because they haven't seen them use them
Shi Feng silently searched in the mustard seed sack of Sumeru. He had been in Heiyuan Valley for more than 20 years and could not use the magic weapon at all.
When he came to the Chifeng Desert with Chen He on his back, he was worried that Chen He's cultivation was low, and the spiritual energy of the magic weapon would hinder his meditation, so he did not use it. When he left the Beixuan Sect, he didn't take anything with him. Shi Feng was not destitute, but it was a bit difficult to find a magic weapon that could be used in the foundation-building period.
Looking at Chen He's expectant eyes, Shi Feng felt that he should just take one out, and then tell Chen He that he wouldn't waste a lot of real energy by using magic weapons, and it would not be a problem to recover from the injury two days later.
As a result, Chen He saw that his brother didn't come up with a magic weapon for a long time, and he quickly reacted.
"Wait, I have a way!"
Chen He ran towards the bunker without looking back.
The poisonous scorpion mother-in-law lay unconscious at the bottom of the pit, and a group of scorpions crawled around her.
"Chasing so fast, there must be a magic weapon with good speed! It can be easily knocked down by me, and the cultivation base will not exceed the Golden Core Stage." Chen He muttered, using his spiritual power to cover the palm of his hand, and rudely began to rob.
It doesn't matter if you don't know the magic weapon, you can take it first and then talk about it.
"It will absorb spiritual power, this is a magic weapon! It will repel spiritual power, this is also! Uh - shoes are not enough."
The scorpions were all afraid of the aura of the true fire of Samadhi in Chen He's spiritual power, and crawled away in embarrassment.
Chen He quickly ran back to Shi Feng with the spoils.
Two hairpins, a jade pendant, a cane, and a black-painted snuff bottle.
Shi Feng thought stiffly that the secret method of empowerment was not omnipotent.
If you have a reaction to the aura, take it. Even the old woman's wooden hairpin keeps her eyes clear. If you meet a young female cultivator, why don't you take off the jewelry that the cultivator used to cover her appearance defects
Shi Feng couldn't help but help his forehead, can this kind of junior brother find a Taoist companion in the future
The Yuan Gong of the Beixuan School pays attention to the naturalness of Taoism, the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and the order of the four seasons.
Before falling into the worry that the female cultivator liked after his junior and brother, Shi Feng suddenly woke up.
Chen He's fate is not good, let's forget about love and Taoism! Even if the younger brother fell in love with a female cultivator, he had to find a way to make Chen He stop thinking as soon as possible.
Shi Feng picked up the snuff bottle from Chen He's hand.
With a flick of her finger, the poisonous scorpion mother-in-law in the sand pit in the distance spurted out another mouthful of blood, completely erasing the connection between her and this magic weapon.
Chen He threw away the other things, took the snuff bottle again, and stroked it with the instinct of recognizing talismans.
"Oh, that's easy!"
Magic weapons are all like this. Some activation formulas are even engraved on magic weapons. Most cultivators will use them after thinking about it, but it is not so easy to refine magic weapons.
An endless stream of black smoke spewed from the mouth of the pot, and the wind was blowing in an instant. Chen He then remembered the key question: "Brother, where is the Heiyuan Valley?"
"… "
The blazing sun is in the sky, and the yellow sand is long.
After a long time, there was finally movement in the depths of the bunker, and the poisonous scorpion mother-in-law who was awakened by the sun climbed out with difficulty.
"What a ruthless boy! The Five Poison Sect... Oh! The Five Poison Sect will not let you go!"
The poisonous scorpion mother-in-law was dizzy, and when she touched her head, she found that the wooden hairpin was gone, and even the crutches were missing, and she almost spit out another mouthful of blood. Fortunately, after pinching the magic formula, everything was retrieved one by one, only one of the most precious Qianli Yanlan pot was missing.
"Boy! You're ruthless!" The poisonous scorpion mother-in-law endured her internal injuries and scolded her as she crawled back on the sand dunes.
It only took one night when I came, and now I want to go back, I'm afraid I won't be able to arrive within three days and three nights.
"Hey, if only I listened to the good guys!" Granny Poisonous Scorpion sighed as she hurried away, her teeth itch and she hated Young Master Yao again.
The poisonous scorpion mother-in-law has lived in the Five Poison Sect of Miaojiang for many years, and has never been to the desert at all. The wind was changing the dune landscape every moment, and she had no idea she was going astray! In ten days and a half, she doesn't even want to go out!
***
Chen He's meridian injury has not recovered, and within two hours of using the magic weapon, his spiritual power began to fail.
Shi Feng motioned for his younger brother to stop, and the latter received the magic weapon in frustration. The black smoke dissipated, and Chen He found himself standing on a tall Populus euphratica tree, surrounded by a few new branches, pale yellow in color like willow leaves. .
Chen He hurriedly looked down along the clenched arm, and found Shi Feng on another tree.
"Senior brother, this is my first time using a magic weapon." I can't blame the placement problem.
Shi Feng smiled, but before the black smoke dispersed, he had already seen this patch of Populus euphratica, so he didn't remind his younger brother. Otherwise, if you fall from mid-air, you might as well stay on the tree.
"I took it too fast, and I used my spiritual power incorrectly." Chen He bowed his head and reflected.
This place is not far from the Chifeng Desert, and the red can still be seen from a distance.
The opposite direction is also biased, at least when we came there were barren rock beaches and no trees were seen.
"Who is in the tree!"
Between the branches and leaves, a loud shout came from under the tree.
Chen He easily pushed aside the two arrows that came up. This piece of Populus euphratica was at least a hundred years old, and the tree was ten people tall, so his arms couldn't close. Most of the sharp arrows are not strong enough, and they all fall sparsely.
Chen He looked at Shi Feng, who closed his eyes in a relaxed manner, pretending to be indifferent.
"Come on, burn this tree!"
Chen He's scalp went numb when he heard the word "burn". He still needed time to recover his spiritual power. It would be easier to jump to another tree, but the people below couldn't see it.
"Wait!" Chen He pushed aside the branches and shouted, "We were passing by!"
"… "
Chen He has been taught by Shi Feng for more than ten years. He doesn't know how to use magical powers and spells. Isn't it easy to see the ground from a height of several meters? Soon everything in the forest can be seen: this is a convoy of heavy goods, the horses leading the cart are old and thin, and there are dozens of men holding the cart, with daggers on their waists, bows and arrows. The face is dusty, and the face is very fierce.
"Last night, a pack of wolves attacked, and the rest of the caravan scattered. My brother and I climbed up a tree to escape." Chen He said calmly and aloud.
Shi Feng almost coughed.
The people in the convoy in the forest were also shocked: there were many people who were chased by the wolves and climbed trees, but they climbed so high in one breath that even the Persian cat adopted by the chief couldn't do it.
Before they heard the sound, they also shot arrows at the dense center of the tree, and no one aimed at the top of the tree.
But people are really on the tree, not climbing up, but not falling from the sky.
"You two are very skilled!" A middle-aged man with a scar on his face raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
The more time you spend in the arena, the longer your eyesight.
Although the branches of Populus euphratica are hard and will not fall in place after it dies, it can sit firmly on the thin top of the tree, and the voice can still be heard clearly. This is really not easy.
"No matter how good it is, it's useless, two fists can't beat the mouth of the crowd... Especially the mouth of a pack of wolves." Chen He replied with interest.
"Where do you two want to go? If you don't dislike it, you can go with my convoy to Cangshi Town not far from here."
Chen He wanted to refuse, but suddenly thought that some cultivators could track the direction of spiritual power. Since the spiritual power could not support him and his senior brother to return directly to Heiyuan Valley with magic weapons, it would be good to confuse them in the middle of the chase.
Seeing his younger brother smugly deal with the "chasing soldiers", Shi Feng decided not to say anything that he could deal with with one hand even if he was seriously injured.