Chapter 450 Within and Beyond the Hundred Thousand Mountains (Please subscribe, please collect)
Half a cup of tea is obviously enough time for an eighth-level monk who is bent on escaping to escape from the battle. No matter how unwilling the snake dragon is, he can only choose to give up in the end and return to the lake to heal and cultivate.
But before going into seclusion again, the snake dragon used its obviously superior strength to once again take revenge on the monsters and monks within a radius of thousands of miles.
However, all second-level mid-to-high-level monsters and mid-to-late-level foundation-building monks that might have a negative impact on its latent cultivation process all fled in panic under its crazy attack.
Some relatively weak tribes even suffered catastrophe. Only with the joint efforts of several mid-to-late foundation-building monks could they be completely suppressed.
Sun Mingsheng was naturally unclear about the changes here, and he didn't seem to be interested at all. After completely breaking away from the battle and ensuring that he would not be pursued again, he temporarily chose a cave to rest and recuperate.
"The dangers in the Hundred Thousand Mountains are greater than expected. Who would have expected that there would be such a powerful snake dragon in the fake elixir realm in a remote lake?"
Even now, when I recall the previous battle, I still feel a lingering fear. After barely calming down the throbbing in my heart, I circulated the mana in my Dantian to move around the sky, and there will still be alien mana entrenched in the penetrating wounds caused by the semi-finished demon treasure.
For a monk, the purity of the magic power in the Dantian is a necessary factor. Once foreign magic power is mixed into it, it can be said to be a complete damage to the future path.
Especially when faced with the critical moment of major cultivation realm promotion, these alien mana not only cannot provide any assistance at all, but will also cause trouble at the critical moment.
Sun Mingsheng is currently at the eighth level of foundation building, and the opportunity to condense the golden elixir is just around the corner, so naturally he doesn't want to make the same mistake again.
Therefore, regardless of other injuries and the consumption of mana in the Dantian, he immediately tried to expel the alien mana.
This is not a task that can be accomplished easily. Sun Mingsheng used his spiritual consciousness as a guide to pull the clumps of magic power away from his dantian and meridians.
Mana flows back along the wound, looking for traces of alien mana from the flesh and blood of the wound bit by bit and making a basic identification.
Just in case, some wounds that have initially recovered must be re-opened. Whenever something is discovered, it is immediately wrapped layer by layer with more than ten times the mana, and finally pulled back into the meridians in the opposite direction with essence and blood. Wrapped, spit out of the body.
Every time one of the blood arrows containing alien magic lands on the stone wall of the temporary cave, fist-sized holes will be created immediately, which is quite sharp.
As for the wounds caused by the semi-finished demon treasure, as the alien magic power continued to weaken, the factors that originally inhibited the recovery of the wounds completely disappeared, and they were quickly healed with the help of healing pills.
In addition to healing his wounds, another important thing that Sun Mingsheng did during this temporary retreat was to completely refine the souls of the three second-level high-grade snakes in his hands to make up for his own shortcomings.
In order to advance to the eighth level of foundation building, he did not hesitate to use the power of spiritual elixirs, but after he was reluctantly promoted, due to the lack of enough monster souls to support him, his current cultivation level always had the illusion of being a castle in the air.
And with the improvement of cultivation and the continuous strengthening of the opponent's strength, the soul of the monster has become an excellent way to defeat the enemy at critical moments without any side effects.
Therefore, since all conditions have matured, Sun Mingsheng will naturally not waste this opportunity to effectively improve his own foundation and combat effectiveness.
Sun Mingsheng killed six snake dragons in succession during the battle, but only three of them reached the second-order high-grade. Now, his requirement for the souls of monster beasts is that they would rather be lacking than waste. Only when they reach the second-order high-grade, he will consider refining them.
In the busy healing and spiritual practice, March is fleeting.
With the successful refining of the soul of the last snake dragon monster, it turned into a silver-white light and entered the dantian to swim freely in the increasingly dense ocean of mana. The purpose of this retreat has been initially completed.
"This time I went to hunt snake dragons. Although I encountered strong enemies, the harvest was good. The essence and blood of this bottle of snake dragons is enough to assist the use of the condensed golden elixir."
During his retreat, Sun Mingsheng organized the various spiritual objects with different values in the storage bag into different categories, whether for personal use or trading.
Two days later, Sun Mingsheng left this temporary retreat and continued to explore deeper into Shiwan Mountain according to the records on the map.
According to the description on the detailed map obtained from the Lingtaoshan family branch, Shiwandashan is vast in area and has a cruel environment, which is comparable to the area of the three Song Dynasties and is even greater.
The entire Shiwanda Mountain is also divided into two different areas, the inner and outer areas. Currently, the Lingtaoshan family branches and the inheritance and habitat of various indigenous tribes are basically outside the Shiwandashan.
Once you enter the true core of Shiwan Mountain, it will be corroded by all kinds of miasma, monsters, poisons, etc., and it is simply not suitable for the inheritance of monks to live.
This is a real paradise for monsters. There are even some plants that are extremely rare in the outside world and become monsters. For example, monsters grown from flowers, plants and trees that open up spiritual intelligence. According to legend, there was once a monster comparable to the Nascent Soul in the deepest part of Shiwan Mountain. The fourth-level spiritual beast of the early monk appears.
Third-order monsters whose combat power is not inferior to that of Golden Core monks often appear, which is considered a more dangerous place for Sun Mingsheng at present.
However, as the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger. Based on his current situation, if he wants to have a chance to condense the golden elixir within his limited lifespan, there are not many options left deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
After the souls of three second-level high-grade snake dragons were refined, Sun Mingsheng felt the souls roaming freely in his dantian, and he felt even more confident.
"The outer jungle is not too dense. Once you enter it, you will see giant trees that are more than a hundred years old. The miasma is so strong that there is no way to hide it. The number of poisonous insects and beasts living in it has also increased dramatically. There are ten trees here. Eighty-nine are the dividing lines between the inside and outside of Shiwandashan."
On this day, Sun Mingsheng finally stopped. This naturally formed dividing line was quite magical and eye-catching.
Sun Mingsheng was still on the periphery, and only about a hundred feet away was the thick miasma in front of his eyes. Various thick trees appeared in endlessly, and various beasts roared one after another. It was just that the situation in front of him changed. He had a preliminary understanding of the dangers deep in Shiwanda Mountain.
"Where does this fellow Taoist come from? Are you planning to go deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains to find opportunities?"
Without any warning, a monk whose body was painted in various colors suddenly jumped down from a giant tree.
"May I ask who your friend's name is? Why are you here?"