Do not die

Qiyun Peak, mountainside.

Beside the waterfalls and springs, above the green bamboo buildings.

A monk who had just entered the pill formation sat on his knees facing the steering wheel of the sea of ​​clouds and woke up leisurely.

At this moment, the rising sun has completely risen from the clouds and started a new journey.

When he first woke up, the monk's eyes were still a little confused, as if he was confused when he just woke up, or he was just starting to adapt.

But soon, his eyes became bright and clear.

Sitting cross-legged, he stood up tall and gracefully, leaving the bamboo tower and drifting towards the top of Qiyun Peak, neither too fast nor too slow.

After a while, he arrived at the top of Qiyun Peak and entered the cliff-side stone pavilion.

Entering the stone pavilion, he placed a bamboo basket on the stone table.

In the bamboo basket, there are several spiritual fruits of different colors and sizes, as well as dozens of freshly picked spiritual buds.

This was something he found randomly on his way back after leaving the Bamboo House just now.

The monk put the bamboo basket down, filled the empty pot next to it with rootless spiritual water, and placed it on the stove to burn slowly.

He placed the dozens of newly harvested spiritual buds in the basket into the palm of his right hand. His left hand covered his right hand, and he put the dozens of newly harvested spiritual buds between his palms.

Soon, a faint smoke flowed out from between his palms and fingers.

As the faint smoke spreads, a fragrant aroma slowly spreads in the pavilion.

Underneath this aroma, there is also some astringency that is unique to vegetation.

Gradually, the smoke gradually disappeared, and the astringency gradually disappeared, leaving only a faint fragrance.

The monk separated his joined hands. Dozens of them were even greener in color. Compared with the original ones, the spirit sprouts, which had shrunk a lot, lay quietly in his palms.

At this moment, there was a soft gurgling sound next to him, and a pot of water was boiling at the same moment.

…

After a long time, the monk left the stone pavilion.

Coming to the other side of the peak, there are several houses scattered among them.

The monk naturally entered one of the small courtyards and entered the study.

He first took two jade slips and three classics from the shelf, and then sat down quietly, flipping through the jade slips of the classics, showing his concentration and devotion.

This monk has a leisurely and detached temperament that comes from his heart.

It seems that he is really a cultivator who has no disputes with others, is natural and quiet.

However, the only thing that was a bit inconsistent was that he completely "turned a blind eye" to the quiet room next to the small courtyard.

In the quiet room, there were two pairs of eyes that had studied him countless times. Ever since he opened his eyes and woke up on the bamboo tower, his every move had been under their gaze. He was also completely unaware of all this.

In the quiet room, Meng Zhou reached out and made a move, and a ball of soul clones was taken into his palm.

At this moment, as the soul clone separated from the body, the figure of the monk who was sitting in the study next to him and studying seriously suddenly froze.

In just an instant, it went from a living life to an empty shell.

The monk also stood up from his seat, crossed the void, and soon entered the quiet room, standing quietly next to Meng Zhou.

Meng Zhou said to Bai Zhi: "How is it? Can you see the difference between you and a true monk?"

Bai Zhi, who still had a look of shock on her face, shook her head when she heard this, "I didn't see it... I couldn't see it anyway."

As she said that, she looked at Meng Zhou's palm with an unbelievable look on her face and asked:

"Any character, any memory, can be given through it?"

"Yes." Meng Zhou nodded, but added:

"However, everything given to it should be internally consistent and avoid obvious self-contradictions, so that when it starts to think independently, it will easily discover the irrationality of its own existence."

Bai Zhi nodded slightly thoughtfully.

After a long time, she asked another question:

"Can it really think?"

"Huh?" Meng Zhou looked at her half-understanding.

Bai Zhi said: "You said that if the information given to it is inherently inconsistent and contradictory, it will easily doubt itself after it starts to act independently, right?"

"Yeah." Meng Zhou nodded.

"So it can think? Then can it learn and improve on its own? I think he was just reading books and learning in the end.

That said, it can continue to grow through its own learning! "

Meng Zhou suddenly realized and said with a smile:

“My statement is inaccurate, saying ‘independent thinking’ is not accurate, it should be ‘independent operation’.

The 'self-doubt' caused by the contradictory information given is more like a precision machine running poorly and completely malfunctioning due to errors in some places. "

"Learn to improve yourself? I would like to, but it is impossible to do now.

Whether it's meditating, reading and studying, or making and drinking tea, it's all superficial.

We may look the same from the outside, but we are empty on the inside. "

"Oh, that's it." Bai Zhi nodded, looking slightly disappointed.

Meng Zhou was not disappointed at all.

Learn and improve yourself? Make progress in your own cultivation?

Only the half-understood Bai Zhi would have such a fantasy, and only Meng Zhou, who has truly been involved in the life force and personally experienced the power of life creation, knows how terrifying this power is.

This is simply not something he can get involved with now.

Not to mention that he is just a small Jie Dan, even if he is a Yuanying monk, it is equally difficult to achieve this.

Therefore, Meng Zhou naturally would not be disappointed because he could only do "superficial work".

…

The actual test verified the effect of the three-in-one combination of "Tai Sui Body" + "Pure White Soul" + "Shen Soul Clone", and confirmed the feasibility of the plan.

Bai Zhi once again entered Meng Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness and fell asleep, while Meng Zhou continued to practice the skill of "flesh and blood rebirth".

At the same time, he also took the opportunity to harvest more suitable "pure white souls".

As more and more members of the Lihen Cult with different cultivation levels became his leveling materials, Meng Zhou gradually figured out the rules contained in them.

The strength of a monk's "consciousness" or "thoughts" has nothing to do with whether his subjective mind is strong or weak.

At least, it doesn't matter in determining the number of times it's resurrected.

It is only related to the level of cultivation.

A monk at the first level of pill formation can be resurrected ten times with Meng Zhou's "flesh and blood rebirth" skill.

Form the second level of elixir twenty times, form the third level thirty times... and so on.

And every time they came back to life, Meng Zhou could gain 500 points of skill experience for flesh and blood rebirth.

What cannot be ignored is that Meng Zhou is also mentally drained when performing his skills.

While maintaining his condition without a significant decline, he can use the "flesh and blood rebirth" skill up to thirty times a day, which means he can gain 15,000 experience points per day.

After five days of continuous fighting, at the expense of seven Lihen cult members who were all in the early stages of pill formation, Meng Zhou completed the entry-level accumulation of the skill of "flesh and blood rebirth" and advanced to the realm of initial achievement.

"The first rebirth of flesh and blood is 0/150,000"

With this promotion, a steady stream of new inspirations and insights appeared in Meng Zhou's mind.

…

"Time is up."

Meng Zhou stopped practicing "flesh and blood rebirth".

It's not that he doesn't want to continue.

According to his true feelings, of course he wants to wait until all the "materials" in his hand are used up, and then use the "flesh rebirth" skill to the limit it can reach now.

The conditions really don’t allow it.

The time for the reunion agreed with the ancestors of the five sects was approaching.

No matter how hard he raced against time, the skill of "flesh and blood rebirth" could not go any further.

Meng Zhou first checked the status of the remaining thirty "ice sculptures" in the spirit gourd space. Some of them had low cultivation levels or were incompatible with the extreme cold attributes. Their life breath was shaky and could be extinguished at any time. They were already on the verge of death. .

In order to "preserve freshness", Meng Zhou used the most appropriate pharmacist methods on each ice sculpture to ensure that their condition could be stable for a longer period of time.

After doing this, Meng Zhou left the quiet room.

He used the two abilities of Time Flowing Water Sword and Time Editing to carefully sort out the traces around Qi Yunfeng again.

Then, Meng Zhou returned to the quiet room and slowly closed his eyes. He wanted to return to his best condition before everyone reunited.

Soon, it was time for the reunion that everyone had agreed upon.

While in the quiet room, Meng Zhou had already seen figures approaching Qi Yunfeng from a distance.

Meng Zhou did not wait for them to come to the door. He disappeared in the quiet room and took the initiative to escape from Qi Yun Peak. He stepped on the void and turned his back to the formation to welcome the arrival of the people from the five sects.

What surprised Meng Zhou was that the number of visitors was several more than he expected.

The last time the ancestors of the five sects gathered at Qiyun Peak was also the most complete gathering, with a total of eighteen people.

But now, there are twenty-three figures approaching Qi Yunfeng rapidly.

Seeing "Qi Huangzi" standing outside the formation to greet him, the twenty-three escaping figures stopped one after another and appeared.

All the eighteen people who came last time are here, and there are five new ones.

Seeing "Qihuangzi" looking at these five people, Qingye, Mingnan Patriarch, and Yin Youyi gave him messages and explanations almost at the same time.

Meng Zhou quickly understood what was going on.

These five people come from five sects respectively, and they all have the cultivation level of the ninth level of elixir formation.

However, some have just entered this level, while others have been at this level for many years.

The fact that the five sects can win in the battle for spiritual veins is due to their good foundation.

After more than a hundred years of accumulation, with the advantage of monopolizing a third-level spiritual vein, it is naturally not possible that only the "Five Ancestors" will benefit.

In terms of cultivation alone, in addition to the "Ancestors of the Five Sects", there are also monks who have reached the eighth level of elixir formation, or even the ninth level of elixir formation.

However, "ancestor" has a more special meaning in the five domains and five sects. It is not just a symbol of cultivation. Everyone has a tacit understanding to maintain the specialness of the "five sects ancestors" level.

The situation is different now, and no one has the time to be fussy about it.

Considering that this operation was of great importance and worried about lack of strength, the five sects recruited a "newcomer" who had reached the ninth level of pill formation to join the team.

Meng Zhou nodded to express his understanding.

"Then, let's set off now?"

A small spaceship appeared in Qingye's palm.

He threw the ship forward into the void, and the small spacecraft quickly grew in size, and everyone escaped into it one after another.

Soon, the spacecraft took off into the sky, merged into the strong wind layer, and rushed towards the distant sky.

Before the spacecraft merged into the Gangfeng layer, Meng Zhou paid attention to the situation of Qingxuan Sect.

On the whole, Qingxuan Sect does not seem to have any special changes.

What it was before is what it is now.

However, if you focus on some special places, you will find that the Qingxuan Sect, which looks the same on the outside, is actually empty on the inside.

The core group of monks has disappeared.

The most precious resource library is gone.

Even those precious resources that were born in various spiritual lands in Qinglin Peak have been urgently harvested and disappeared.

Through the "transparent round mirror", Meng Zhou also saw the inside of the Danqi Sect, Jinding Sect, Yuling Sect, and Hehuan Sect. The situation was similar to that of the Qingxuan Sect.

Everything looks as usual on the outside.

But all that's left is the appearance.

"It seems that I'm not the only one busy making shells." Meng Zhou thought in his heart.

Everyone was busy making shells. The difference was that Meng Zhou was making shells out of thin air, while Wu Zong was cutting himself with a knife, actively cutting the shell and everything inside.

Let the shell be the shell and the meat be the meat. If something happens, you can discard the shell at any time to save the meat.

…

The spaceship traveled quickly, leaving the Qingxuan Territory, and soon entered the jurisdiction of the Jinding Territory.

When the spacecraft emerged from the Gangfeng layer, it was already in a vast and desolate third-level evil vein.

This third-level evil vein looks like an endless gravel wasteland, a desert Gobi, which is relatively rare.

What's even more peculiar is that in such a place, traces of life are not sparse.

Not only are various large and small creatures that have long adapted to such an environment active on the surface, but there are also various strange plants scattered on the ground. From time to time, you can see monsters that are particularly compatible with the earth element, turning sand into sea. From time to time it would emerge from "under the surface" and then dive back in again.

For many monks, the threat of this third-level evil vein is higher than the more popular third-level evil veins like Tianqi Mountain.

However, all this naturally has no impact on Meng Zhou and others.

Carrying a boatload of people that could be said to be the strongest in the five regions, the spaceship was gliding through the air at extremely high speeds.

As we go deeper, there are more and more waters.

Still, almost none of these waters look normal.

Some waters are emerald green, and some waters are brown...

The spacecraft plunged into a "water area" that was as dark as ink and as thick as ointment - let's call it water.

After the spacecraft plunged into the "water", all the way down, the formation barrier blocked the heavy evil spirit.

"arrive."

The sinking spacecraft finally stopped after breaking through an invisible barrier.

With the support of some invisible force, in this strange "water" environment, this small space is propped up.

Not far in front of the spacecraft, an altar stood steadily there.

After the spacecraft stopped, Qing Ye said to everyone: "According to the previously discovered rules, the next harvest should be in two days."

"wait."

Everyone looked at each other and sat down on the deck.

Time passed little by little, and there was still about half a day to go.

Everyone's eyes turned to Ancestor Mingnan.

Ancestor Mingnan was the first to stand up. He first looked at Meng Zhou and nodded heavily, as if to say "please".

Then, he gently patted the brocade bag on his waist.

A ray of light shot out from it and landed next to Ancestor Mingnan.

Although he had seen it in advance through the "transparent round mirror", Meng Zhou's eyes still couldn't help but shrink hard.

The figure standing next to Ancestor Mingnan was not the best beast master of the Ling Yu Sect, but a human being.

It was the brave Ancestor Guangcheng. (End of chapter)