"Bawu?" Yang Junshan tentatively called the boy opposite.
"Hehe," the boy suddenly laughed, and then stammered: "Yes, it's me."
Although Yang Junshan ignored the investigation for a while and mixed a flat peach among the spiritual peaches, giving Ba Wu a huge advantage. Yang Junshan cried out in his heart that it was a pity. .
"Okay, okay, not bad," Yang Junshan squeezed out a happy smile on his face and said, "I don't know that you, Bawu, have such a good fortune. Now that you have advanced to the true demon realm and transformed into a human form, the giant monkey tribe will not be able to do anything in the future." Worry.”
The young man transformed by Ba Wu smiled naively, with a sincere look on his face, and said: "The giant monkey... tribe... Luo Neng has... today, I got a lot of help from the teacher... this time, and this time I got... the teacher's spiritual fruit to help, Ba Wu can advance to the form, and from now on, if the teacher... has the motivation, Ba Wu will give his full help. "
Due to the rigid transformation of the monkey demon, although he could speak, he was not very proficient. However, as he spoke more and more, although there were occasional stumbles in the process, he became more and more familiar with it.
Yang Junshan smiled slightly and said: "Even I didn't know that there would be such a magical thing in the spiritual peach. It is your own creation that you can get it. There is no need to say more about this matter, but now that you have just advanced in cultivation, you are right." It’s time to work hard to stabilize your cultivation, and remember to try not to fight with others within three months.”
After persuading Ba Wu to go back to seclusion to stabilize his cultivation, Yang Junshan turned around and saw Ba Xin with a look of envy on his face. Although Ba Xin's cultivation ranked second among the giant monkey tribe, he could only touch the spirit demon. The bottleneck in the later stages of the game.
Yang Junshan secretly thought that he had lost even one flat peach, so he simply made a bigger bet.
"Baxin does not need to envy Bawu. I have something here. Although it cannot help you improve your cultivation and transform into a human form, it can refine the bones in your mouth and enable you to speak human words."
Basin was overjoyed when he heard this and walked quickly around Yang Junshan, quite impatient.
Yang Junshan gave the relics obtained from the Buddhist monk Yuan Yong to Basin, and taught him how to absorb and refine the spirituality in the relics, and asked him to remember to remove the relics after refining the spirituality. Give it back to him.
After saying that, Yang Junshan quickly returned to the temporarily opened cave.
Yang Junshan has only tested 700 of the thousands of spiritual peaches here. After finding one spiritual peach, he originally ignored the remaining 300 peaches, but now he has to test them again to feel relieved.
The test results greatly disappointed Yang Junshan. After all, he was still unable to find another flat peach among the remaining spiritual peaches. This was really an advantage to the monkey Bawu. Why didn't he get the flat peach first? How about checking hundreds of small peaches
A few more days passed like this, and Basin had returned the spiritual relics, while Yang Junshan had been trying to make a substitute feather according to a set of inheritance in his hands for the past two days.
This stand-in feather can be used as a stand-in to save lives at critical moments, so it is impossible to fake others during the production process. The most basic step is to completely refine the twelve desolate beast-level feathers in the Dantian using the original Gang Qi. , and at the same time, monks are required to communicate at all times with their own spiritual consciousness.
Yang Junshan has no lack of wild beast-level feathers, and these twelve feathers are specially selected from the feathers of the Icefield Cold Eagle.
With the help of this refining of flat peach, Yang Junshan greatly shortened Lingyu's refining time.
After the transformation of time, the twelve feathers must be merged into one. However, every time a feather is fused, the monk must drop a drop of his own blood into it. After the twelve feathers are fused, Yang Junshan gave up more than a dozen drops of his natal essence and blood, and it usually took Yang Junshan a month to condense each additional drop of his natal essence and blood.
Yang Junshan looked at the one in his hand, which was more than a foot long. The ink-colored edge was dyed with a layer of blood-red feathers. He felt the faint aura of the same origin as his own in the feathers. It was echoed by the original essence and blood in the substitute feathers.
Yang Junshan rubbed his eyebrows, and a tiny ray of spiritual consciousness was split from the sea of consciousness and submerged into the substitute feather. The severe pain in the sea of consciousness made Yang Junshan's face suddenly turn pale.
But soon, Yang Junshan was able to clearly feel that this feather seemed to be connected with his own mind. The original gang energy was refined, the original essence and blood were unified, and the original spiritual consciousness was split. This was the most important thing in refining the substitute feather. Three steps.
The substitute feather can replace the monk's death, so it is naturally a very precious thing, but it is not so easy to make.
With a thought in Yang Junshan's mind, the substitute feather suddenly flew up and then sank into his chest. Yang Junshan unbuttoned his clothes and checked, and saw a tattoo-like feather on his chest close to his skin. Above it, it beats with his heartbeat, as if it was alive.
After the substitute feather was made, Yang Junshan suddenly felt emboldened. Thinking of the information he had heard from Master Qingfeng before, he planned to go deep into the Liangyu Mountains again.
After coming out of seclusion, Yang Junshan said hello to the two monkey monsters Bawu and Basin and left. Although Bawu wanted to follow him, he had to rely on external forces to break through the bottleneck this time, and his cultivation base was not stable at all. Yang Junshan He has been told that after three months of stabilizing his cultivation, it is best to practice in seclusion for another three months. Although Basin can speak, his cultivation is still shallow and it is not suitable to take him with him.
After coming out of the Giant Monkey Valley, Yang Junshan recalled the direction that Master Qingfeng had left, walking all the way through the mountains and forests towards the deeper parts of the Liangyu Mountains.
At this time, less than half a month has passed since the large-scale earthquake occurred in the Liangyu Mountains. If according to what Master Qingfeng said, the major sects in the cultivation world and the monks outside the territory had already expected it, then the battle between the two sides must have reached its peak at this time. Coupled with the slow-moving ordinary sects, the situation deep in the Liangyu Mountains only became more chaotic.
Although Yang Junshan arrived late at this time, he also avoided the most dangerous time of the start.
If what happened in the Liangyu Mountains this time was really planned by the sects with Taoist realm monks in the cultivation world behind the scenes, Yang Junshan didn't think that he, a Jugang realm monk, could overturn the layout of those top figures in the cultivation world. .
When Yang Junshan crossed the Red Mist Mountain, which had been burned into a bare mountain, the peach blossom barrier surrounding the mountain had dissipated, but what shrouded the mountain was the gray miasma fog that permeated the Liangyu Mountains.
However, these miasma could not obscure Yang Junshan's sight. He could clearly see that under the black and gray vegetation ashes, there were dark green saplings sticking out from the ground. It looked like what Qingfeng said, the trees here were Taolin has not lost its vitality.