Longevity starts with learning

Chapter 457: Inventory, cognition.

Day after day, until nearly a month passed.

At dusk, the sun sets, and the sky bleeds.

The endless tide of beasts finally dispersed like birds and beasts like an ebbing tide.

Under the bloody sky, there is a boundless sea of ​​blood.

Countless human corpses and animal bodies, either intact, broken, or in fragments, surged in the bloody sea water, hideous and dazzling.

The remaining monks were in groups of twos and threes, cleaning up the bloody battlefield under the orders of a man named Chen Jiazhuji.

In the sky, there is a monk of the Chen family casting spells in the air, assisting the existence of the Chen family's Nascent Soul hanging high in the sky, triggering the celestial phenomena, and consuming the rich blood energy accumulated in the sky.

The goose feathers and heavy snow were flying, and the sky was full of blood. The thick smell of blood that filled the sea area was also visibly disappearing.

Chu Mu was hanging on the sea, and the faint redness all over his body dissipated. At the same time, the mottled blood stains on his clothes also dissipated.

He glanced at this bloody and cruel scene, took one step forward, and felt as if he had shrunk to an inch. In just a few breaths, he crossed the sea and set foot on the Earthly Evil Island again.

After the bloody battle, the island was also in a state of depression. After a fierce battle, the monks on Disha Island were replaced one after another. After the war, even if they survived, few of them could face it calmly.

The entire Disha Island was in deathly silence, and the visible monks were all stained with blood, showing signs of exhaustion and lingering fear.

Chu Mu walked along the street, his pace was not fast, looking at the bleak and desolate silence, there seemed to be a little more emotion in his indifferent eyes.

Between life and death, there is great terror!
And this month of fierce fighting, countless lives and deaths, for many high-level monks, it is unspeakably frightening that their lives hang on a thread, let alone these low-level monks who are like cannon fodder.

In a fierce battle for a month, one after another legion phalanx composed entirely of low-level monks poured into this bloody Shura field.

A legion of monks numbering in the thousands could be overwhelmed without even making the slightest waves in this Shura field.

The only function is to exchange lives for lives to kill the surging tide of beasts.

Faced with such terror, there were naturally not a few people who defected before the battle.

But without exception, they were all brutally suppressed and blood was spilled on the spot.

He roamed among the beasts for dozens of days and saw more life and death than he had ever seen in his life.

Whether it is the Qi training realm, the foundation building realm, or even the lofty golden elixir realm, they are all as useless in this overwhelming tide of beasts.

The only difference is the size of the wind and waves that this piece of grass can withstand.

And in this tide of beasts, just what he saw was that more than a palm count of his fellow Jindan fell.

This beast tide undoubtedly refreshed his understanding of beast tides.

He originally thought that the tide of beasts was due to the endless numbers, so many ants killed the elephants.

But what I saw this time was that this tide of beasts not only had an almost infinite number, it was overwhelming and endless.

Moreover, there is still an obvious organization and special response measures for high-level monks.

Just like the two third-level monsters he faced at the beginning, under normal circumstances, two monsters of different races, as long as they do not have sound intelligence, will never have a tacit understanding even if they are driven by the beast tide. Joining hands to fight against the enemy is more about the madness caused by the tyranny of instinct.

And the two third-level monsters, which were trapped in the beast tide, were obviously not the direct lineage monsters of the big monster clan who were enlightened in advance.

But just like that, the two third-level monsters of different races were able to communicate with each other tacitly, and even cooperated with the monster puppet, which attracted He Fengshan's attention and successfully caused the bone beast to self-destruct in a sneak attack.

According to his observation, this tacit cooperation was not limited to the Red Cloud Beast and Garuda he encountered.

In the beast tide, except for the low-level monsters, the other second- and third-order monsters are almost all coordinated in an organized manner. It is obvious that there are spiritual monsters secretly controlling them.

And the self-destructing demon beast puppets such as the Bone Transformation Beast are even more organized under such an organization, hidden among countless low-level demon beasts, and cooperate with the high-level demon beasts to deal with the high-level monks in the beast tide. Conduct an ambush.

Although the method is simple, it is undoubtedly extremely effective in the crisis-ridden situation of the beast tide.

A flaw can often easily ruin the life of a high-level monk.

And this is just a beast wave that can only be regarded as an ordinary offensive, and this is just the Black Snake clan...

How terrifying would it have been if the terrifying tide of beasts had marched straight in from the outer sea and caused the Hanhai Immortal Cultivation World to suffer severe defeats several times?
At this point in his thoughts, Chu Mu also felt an inexplicable sense of urgency in his heart, and the little complacency he felt due to the formation of pills seemed to disappear without a trace.

The higher you stand, the more you see, and the more terrifying it is.

Third-level existences, in the eyes of that superior being, are nothing more than slightly larger ants and cannon fodder.

If you want to completely control your own destiny, you can only climb up to a higher level.

Only in this way can we avoid being manipulated and used as a pawn.

Chu Mu pursed his lips, looked up at the flying snow in the sky, exhaled a breath of turbid air, took a step forward, his body flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already at the true solution station on the island.

After a fierce battle in January, there were hundreds of monks in Zhenjie Pavilion, but only a few survivors. The station was originally noisy, but at this moment, it was dead silent.

Among the hundreds of life soul lamps placed on the first floor of the central tower, only a few lamps are still bright, while the rest are dim and broken.

At this time, there were several footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, several embarrassed figures appeared.

"Real people."

Several people bowed.

Chu Mu turned around and saw that there were five people in total, led by Chang Hongshan, three foundation builders, and two Qi Perfection cultivators.

Among the hundreds of life soul lamps, the only ones that are still bright are the life soul lamps of the five people in front of me.

"Let's go heal first."

Chu Mu raised his right hand and floated several bottles of elixirs in front of several people: "When your injuries recover, you will take my order and report to the Chen family to leave this island and return to our pavilion to recuperate."

Hearing this, several people couldn't help but their eyes lit up, and the deep fatigue and fear between their eyebrows seemed to have dissipated a lot at this moment.

"Thank you senior."

Everyone bowed hurriedly, as if they were afraid that Chu Mu would regret it.Chu Mu looked at the impatient attitude of several people, and his calm expression also fluctuated a little.

He naturally knew what the people in front of him were thinking.

The Zhenyao Islands are isolated offshore. After so many years of fierce fighting, the surrounding waters have long been turned into a forbidden sea.

Without a third-level monk to lead the team, if a second-level or first-level monk goes to sea alone, it is almost equal to death.

Even if the Demon Suppressing Islands clean up monsters on a daily basis, multiple third-level monks are often required to lead the team to guard against unexpected events.

The safest way to leave the island is the teleportation array under the control of the Chen family.

But in order to control the many monks on the Demon Suppressing Islands, the Chen family is also extremely strict in controlling the teleportation array.

Not to mention, now that there is a shortage of manpower after this war, the Chen family will inevitably adopt stricter control over the monks on the island.

Entry and exit from the Demon Suppressing Islands will inevitably be more stringent, and there may be direct coercive measures.

After surviving this battle, it is obviously impossible for these few people to have any illusions based on their cultivation.

He probably doesn’t want to stay here any longer.

Can't wait is the norm.

These people are like this, and the other surviving monks on the island are obviously no exception.

Qi training, foundation building, golden core...

Even if the Chen family can forcefully suppress others and use their power to suppress others, it is obvious that they can only suppress them for a while.

Over time, the Demon Suppressing Islands themselves will turn into a place where overwhelming resentment accumulates...

Everything seemed to be as he expected, step by step and orderly...

"Go back."

Chu Mu waved his hands, unable to hide his fatigue.

"Thank you senior."

Several people bowed respectfully and turned away impatiently.

Chu Mu slowly turned around and took another look at the dim life soul lamps. His eyes flickered slightly, and the next second, his figure rippled. When he reappeared, he was already on the third floor of the tower.

He sat cross-legged and raised his hand, and the smell of blood filled the room.

The remains of the monster beast, the demon pills stained with blood, and the demon souls that the monk was still instinctively fighting against.

The Kowloon Prison Tower was suspended in front of him, and wisps of firelight flickered with the fire dragon. Indistinctly, terrifying spiritual pressure fluctuations also appeared.

Chu Mu glanced at the many spiritual materials harvested from this battle and took stock. He could also be considered to have gained a lot from this battle.

After killing six third-level demonic beasts, what you get is six third-level demonic pills, six third-level demonic souls, and six broken demonic bodies.

As for the second-level demonic beasts, they are somewhat innumerable. If they are affected casually, they will be completely annihilated. In the surging beast tide, he does not have the leisure to collect them. If he does it conveniently, it will be completely annihilated. In the beast tide.

Demon soul, demon pill, demon body...

The whole body is full of treasures. For him, a master of weapon and alchemy, every part of it can be used perfectly and its usefulness can be maximized.

Chu Mu thought for a moment, and after roughly confirming the purpose of these spiritual materials, his eyes fixed on the Nine Dragons Prison Tower.

In the past month, he had fought fiercely and killed six third-level monsters. To him, it didn't matter how much he gained.

The important thing is that through this battle, he has a fairly clear understanding of his own strength and methods after forming a pill.

The existence of the top-grade golden elixir was even more magical than he expected.

Even though he was only in the early stage of the Golden Core, compared to other early stage Golden Core monks, his energy and spirit were at least nearly half as strong.

Coupled with the fact that he cultivated the Kongming Sword Sutra and the Dari Sutra Dharma and Body cultivation due to the transformation of the true fire, his powerful magical soul and powerful body are enough to crush most of his peers regardless of means. Realm monk monster.

However, since the formation of the elixir, he has come into contact with many Nascent Soul powers that can easily crush him, thus giving him an almost delusional judgment of his own strength.

Only after this fierce battle did the almost deep-rooted illusion finally get broken.

The Kowloon Prison Suppression Tower in front of him was both offensive and defensive, and had the effect of suppressing the ban. Under the blessing of the transformed Great Sun True Fire, it was almost perfect as he imagined.

The Nine Dragons Prison Tower protects him, and he has a long flaming sword. If the power of the sword breaks out, he will even have the confidence to fight a late-level third-level being in a cross-level fight.

"It's a little bit worse..."

After recalling the fight among the beasts for a moment, Chu Mu secretly shook his head and suppressed his slightly inflated mentality.

His strength is naturally very good compared to ordinary monk monsters of the same level.

But if you are facing those tyrannical monsters of high-level bloodline, or monks with tyrannical methods, you will definitely not be able to do so wantonly.

In the tide of beasts, he had seen the tyrannical monsters of high-level bloodlines, and he had also seen the tyrannical Golden Core cultivators.

The world of immortality is so big, no matter whether it is human or demon, there will always be some geniuses emerging.

Geniuses often cannot be treated with common sense.

"Beware of arrogance and impetuosity..."

Chu Mu calmed down and his expression slowly became calmer.

While closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, mana surged, and strands of spiritual energy gathered together, and the dim formation patterns on the tower began to move brightly.

Isolated from inside and outside, time flies...

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(End of this chapter)