I am Honghuang No.1

Chapter 201 It Is Really Deceptive
The three of them made up their minds, re-examined the information of various jade slips, cleaned up their respective equipment, and evenly divided the defensive and offensive weapons among each other. You're not welcome, and they all took it away. Fighting is almost inevitable, and the consumption of spiritual power may be extremely huge, but this spiritual spring is an excellent treasure to replenish spiritual power.

The three of them adjusted their breath for another three days, and they all felt that they were in the best condition, so they were ready to go.

"Bless the ancestors! See you in the ancestral court!"

"Bless the ancestors! See you in the ancestral court!"

"Bless the ancestors! See you in the ancestral court!"

The three said goodbye to each other, hid their aura, and divided into three routes, one in front and two in the back, along the valley and towards the south.

Dalin still walked in the middle, not daring to fly in the air, and advanced quickly under the big tree.

Countless snakes and insects are not afraid of death, and when they see the creature approaching, they open their mouths and bite, Dalin holds back his strength, and just slaps it when he comes over, knocking it dizzy, so he doesn't care about pestering himself.

I couldn't fly, but I searched all the way, and the speed of progress was very impressive. When the sun star was about to set, I only traveled more than [-] miles, and came to a mountain with a height of [-] to [-] feet, and found a big tree for the night. .

Standing under a big tree with a diameter of nearly five feet at breast height, showing a little bit of fierce aura, scared all the insects and frogs on the big tree and fled in all directions.

Dalin waited quietly for a while, but didn't hear or feel any powerful breath of life, so he sacrificed a flying sword, dug out a trapezoidal trunk from the big tree, removed all the inside, and put it in the storage bag, leaving only the bark part more than three feet thick.

Dalin flew into the hollow of the tree trunk, the bark closed automatically, and when he went in a finger or so deep, the seams were tightly fitted without leaving any gaps.

After doing all this, Dalin sat down cross-legged in the trunk without a gleam of light. The hollow was five or six feet square, enough to stand up and sleep in it.

Dalin's kung fu is running slowly, absorbing the spiritual energy in the tree trunk carefully, restraining the breath of the whole body, closing the breath, and stopping the beating of the heart, only the ears will flap slightly from time to time to catch any sound in the valley.

At night on the wild land, the surface is more lively than during the day.

Countless insects and ants emerged from the ground, catching their prey, or being caught, the teeth-stinging chewing sound kept coming and going, without stopping for a moment.

Dalin has long been familiar with the prehistoric night, and can easily distinguish which are normal sounds, and also knows how quiet the surrounding will be when danger comes.

Dalin has no thoughts or desires, he empties his mind, and runs the exercises slowly. Unknowingly, his mind seems to have branched out and entered the big tree, feeling the countless roots underground, reaching thousands of feet deep, absorbing the water in the soil. The traces of water are transported along the meridians to the trunk, then to the branches, and finally to the leaves.

The water nourishes every molecule of the big tree, and the traces of aura in the water are drawn out by the veins and sent to the center of the tree, an insignificant spot of light that glows slightly.

Dalin's mind slightly touched the spot of light, the spot shrank slightly, and came up curiously.

Stretched out a ray of light, entangled with Dalin's mind, Dalin instantly knew Dashu's life.

From a small sapling, growing up slowly, I have seen countless animals of various colors, which animal urinated beside it, which animal rubbed off a piece of its bark, and which bird built a tree on its branches and leaves. Every little nest and every big tree has been recorded.

Dalin watched all this silently, watched the vicissitudes of the valley, the clouds rolled and the clouds cleared, and the creatures changed. He seemed to understand something, but at the same time he seemed to understand nothing.

A bird's cry woke up Dalin, only to realize that the surface of the ground had calmed down, but the canopy was full of bustle and bustle, and the night had passed.

Dalin silently put away the exercises, his heart began to beat slowly, and thin breaths appeared at the end of his nose.

Stretching out his hand to touch the smooth tree trunk cut by the flying sword, Dalin raised his head in the dark, his expression was a little moved, and his mind moved. A gourd containing a spiritual spring appeared in his hand, and Dalin poured some of the spiritual spring on the trunk. There seemed to be an extremely joyous cheer, and the spiritual spring water quickly seeped into the tree trunk.

Dalin smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to pat the trunk, pushed away the bark, and jumped out. The bark flew back to seal the gap, and he couldn't find it without looking carefully.

Dalin stretched out his consciousness and scanned towards the southeast. After traveling thousands of miles, he didn't find any powerful creatures. He didn't dare to look any further, so he withdrew his consciousness and walked.

After traveling day and night and traveling more than [-] miles, Dalin stopped, his body became lighter, and he cautiously moved towards the top of the mountain.

Across the valley hundreds of miles away, on the mountainside opposite, two one-horned sheep, one yellow and one white, more than ten feet tall, are colliding fiercely. They look clear, but they don't have much hatred, as if they are playing.

Dalin restrained his breath, and watched quietly from the corner of his eyes.

These two one-horned sheep are taller and bigger than the two one-horned sheep I killed, and their strength seems to have entered the middle stage of refining, but they are still playing around like children.

Dalin thought about it carefully, feeling a little chilly in his heart, and stuck his body tightly against the tree trunk, not daring to move.

With this kind of strength, but still not experienced in the world, only know how to play and fight, must be protected by powerful parents, and at least have a one-horned sheep with a fairy or higher nearby.

After colliding for nearly an hour, the two one-horned sheep seemed to be tired of playing the game, and began to chase and fly south.

Dalin faintly felt that a spiritual consciousness seemed to have also left.

After standing on the tree trunk for a while, he blew away a black snake with its head stretched out in one breath, and shook off a spider hanging from the tree, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Dalin felt a little strange. These days, his spiritual perception seemed to have strengthened a lot. It seemed that that night, the light spot of the big tree brought his realm to a higher level, touched the threshold of the late stage of refining, and began to understand the rules exists.

Dalin was overjoyed for a while, but he didn't dare to be careless. He stayed on the top of the mountain for more than an hour before touching down the mountain and following the direction where the two one-horned sheep left.

Stopping and stopping all the way, after traveling [-] miles, Dalin discovered the whereabouts of five one-horned sheep. The strength of these one-horned sheep also ranged from the mid-to-late stage of refining, and each practiced according to a mountain.

Dalin took out a set of furs and put them on, like an ape, wandering around, continuing to go deep into the territory of the one-horned sheep.

After walking for tens of thousands of miles, Dalin sensed the aura of a fairy-level one-horned sheep, and was so frightened that he lay down on the ground like an ape, not daring to move rashly until the aura disappeared.

A wave of divine sense swept across, and Dalin knew that he could only investigate this far, and if he continued, his life might be lost. Without hesitation, he turned around and walked slowly towards the northwest.

Dalin imitated the walking posture of apes, and walked in the mountains and forests at an extremely slow speed, not only pulling fresh roots to eat, but even catching some small insects and stuffing them into his mouth to chew.

After walking slowly for dozens of days, he only walked half of the way he came from.

Feeling that there was a vague spiritual consciousness around him, as if he had left, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked for another three days, and was far away again for more than 2 miles.

Dalin stopped, found a mountain spring, drank a few sips of water, looked around, found nothing unusual, and strode northwestward.

"Good thief, you really are cheating!" There was a burst of joking and loud cursing in the air.

　100 rewards for the vast sheep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)