take care of yourself

Ying Yao didn't believe that Chu Hang didn't realize where his weakness was, so he would definitely take corresponding countermeasures to make up for it. It's just that he hasn't touched the relatively core areas yet, so he doesn't know what countermeasures he has taken. .

He put away his thoughts of going in and playing for a while before going home, and made the same movement of looking around as Jianxiu who walked into Chuhang's small world together, curiously looking at everything within his sight range.

The boundary of this small world gives Ying Yao the same feeling as the few "bubbles" in the inner layer of Tongtian, except that the jade card with the word "Tongtian" in his hand emits a divine light to communicate with it in advance. The three of them opened a passage so that he didn't have to forcefully squeeze across the border.

The scene in Xiaotiandi is similar to what Ying Yao once saw in the murals on the wall of the crystal house. The residences are all suspended in the air, with floating bridges in the middle, and some straight up and down silk ladders hanging on the edge of the residence. , Cocoons are formed on the silk, and occasionally people dressed as mortals walk into the silk cocoon, and then the cocoon travels on the silk ladder, transporting people to the sky or back to the ground.

Most of the ground is spiritual fields, where puppets are working. Occasionally, one or two monks can be seen taking care of the crops that the puppets can't take care of.

Ying Yao had never entered the outer layer of the Heaven-reaching Realm, so he didn't even need to pretend to be curious when he saw such a scene. He looked like a poor rural swordsman who had never seen the world. .

"Did you look like this when you were at the Golden Core?" Jiu Sujian asked in amazement, "No wonder you still chop wood with your sword yourself."

Ying Yao didn't find any connection between this, but it could only be attributed to the fact that Jiusujian had lingering fears about chopping firewood, so he stroked it skillfully twice, ignoring its problem.

The monks sent by Chuhang took them around this small world, recognized the way, handed them over to another monk, turned around and left the small world.A lot of people gathered in front of another monk, most of whom had defected to Chuhang from various places. He was quite efficient in handling things, and he arrived in front of Ying Yao before noon, and Ying Yao got a small courtyard ten feet square. , and got two bags of spiritual rice that can be used by Jindan stage monks, and then was assigned a task to fill up the spiritual power of the magical artifacts that support the dwellers floating in the sky, even if they settled down in the small world.

Ying Yao walked around along the bridge with Lingmi in his arms, filled some of the magical instruments that seemed to have lost their spiritual power, and returned to the residence he had arranged for him in a daze.

Now he added a new doubt: What exactly does Chu Hang rely on to support the operation of his small world?

From what Yingyao could see, the mortals and monks in his small world cost far more than the spiritual power provided to him by the monks. Even the monks in the Transcending Tribulation Period could not support such consumption for more than a hundred years. Chu Hang did so completely. The gain outweighs the loss, and he can consume himself to death without even having to do anything from Chu Xiang.

This doubt made Ying Yao restless. Regardless of whether the World-Watching Sword Sect wanted to participate in the battle between these two "Changzhi" Taoist monks, they had already truly affected or changed the pattern of the cultivation world. It's also unlikely that the Dao Xin of the sword cultivators will stay out of the matter completely, but if the outcome is obvious, they have to make some changes.

Now that he was in someone else's territory, it was inconvenient for Ying Yao to discuss countermeasures with his master. He rested on the saving world sword and lay in a tree watching the stars all night. Decided to make a compromise, first find a way to sneak into Chu Hang's side and see what's going on with him.

Chu Hang's cave is right in the middle of his small world, very easy to identify, but he doesn't know if he's in it at the moment, so Ying Yao got up early the next day, pretending to fill the magic weapon with spiritual power, and touched the middle of it. Go, after two days of hanging around like this, I finally overheard the news that Chu Hang was not there. I became more courageous at the moment, thinking that I should sneak into his cave to have a look.

According to what Ying Yao saw in the past few days, Chu Hang's cave was not completely sealed, and his subordinates came in and out every day. Occasionally, monks who were obviously from the outside world were brought in, so there must be a way to sneak in. So he observed quietly for another two days, bought a sword cultivator who wanted to support his family with spirit stones, successfully exchanged positions with him, and was taken into Chuhang's cave.

This level of management can no longer be said to be slack. After thinking about it for a long time, Ying Yao felt that it was better to say that no one was taking care of it. Therefore, he felt more and more that there was something wrong with Chu Hang, and he cautiously stepped into Chu Hang's cave. Finally, he raised his vigilance, and then belatedly remembered that none of the outside monks who were brought into the cave seemed to have ever come out again.

"I think this is a self-inflicted trap," Jiusujian not only was not worried, but also laughed in a mood, "Look! It's a big sword cultivator! It's still in the late stage of transformation, enough to eat for several days!"

Ying Yao suppressed the sound of his sword, and followed the monk who brought him in with his head down, pretending to be excited about seeing the great power of crossing the catastrophe, but no one noticed anything wrong.

"I think I'm ready to fight," he said to Jiusujian quietly, "Speaking of which, I really haven't fought with Faxiu in the Transcending Tribulation Stage."

Jisujian didn't really want to understand his excitement, it moved slightly in the scabbard, felt that the sword tassels mixed with snow bear hair hindered its swing, so it quietly removed them and threw them into Ying Yao's sleeve .

Ying Yao vigilantly watched the decorations and structures in the cave, planning in his mind how to run if he couldn't beat him, but he didn't notice its small movements, until Jiusujian felt that the snow bear's hair in Ying Yao's sleeve might hinder his movements , Another ray of spiritual energy was taken away, he opened his mustard seed ring, and threw the snow bear hair into it.

Jiusujian noticed Jianxiu's gaze, and proudly shook his sword tassel, which had been reduced a lot.

The size of Xiaotiandi is limited, even Chu Hang's cave doesn't occupy too much space, but Ying Yao arrived at his destination after a while.

This should be the core of Chuhang's small world, and it is heavily guarded. When Ying Yao stepped in, he felt that at least three qi mechanisms were locked on his body, and there was also a hidden protective circle and a secret hidden under it. A deeper killing formation, but it seems that there is no one to preside over it, so it is impossible to find that he has suppressed his cultivation.

Then Ying Yao saw two familiar faces who had discussed with each other. Most of the monks here have a cultivation level above the level of deity, and it is impossible to practice in a small world, so they all gathered together in one place to chat about the Dao with nothing to do——Ying Yao Tried to eavesdrop on the chatter, but heard nothing.

He calmly withdrew his prying gaze and pricked up his ears, showing a look of helplessness, as if he finally realized that he was just a monk at the Jindan stage, and he was not worthy of Chu Hang's sight at all, and said in a low voice: "Senior, I... I can do what?"

"Help maintain the small world," said a monk he passed by. "Is there only Jindan stage left to choose? I think this is barely enough, and it won't last for a few days."

Ying Yao keenly heard the ominous meaning from his words, his brows twitched slightly, and he was still puzzled: "How many days?"

This time, the monk who brought him into the Chuhang Cave Mansion also turned around and smiled at him, and said with relief: "It's like sending spiritual power to the magic weapon in the residence a few days ago, but it needs a long stream of water, and it takes a long time to control the spiritual power." It is exhausting and exhausting, so City Lord Chu will give some pointers in advance."

It sounds like a reasonable explanation, but Ying Yao thought suspiciously: City Lord Chu?Didn't it mean he wasn't here?Who is this City Lord Chu?

Yingyao's father might not have been born when Chu Hang was the City Lord of Buzhi City. Calling him City Lord is not wrong, but it's not appropriate enough. It sounds more like Chu Xiang. Ying Yao doesn't know if he always called him that way or He did it deliberately, but he was not allowed to think more, the monk walking in front of him had raised his hand and knocked on the door, and then led him into a place that looked a bit weird.

In the middle of the room, there is a person sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, surrounded by the light and shadows of thousands of stars moving, and from time to time, a few stars will pass and fall, and the light and shadow will enter his body.

This may be the supernatural power of the "Changzhi" Tao, which contains the Dao. Ying Yao saw the wandering stars first, and felt dizzy before he could see his face clearly. Looking up ready.

The taste of this Dao is indeed like that of Chu Hang himself, but Ying Yao's doubts in his heart did not ease at all, but he became more vigilant because of the scene in front of him, and at the same time penetrated his consciousness into the mustard ring, and rummaged inside to see if there was anything that could help him. The magic weapon to save his life after he got into trouble, and then he thought of the side hall that he put away.

Ying Yao's memory of the hardness of the gate of the side hall was still fresh. He thought about it for a while, and felt that he could go in and hide for a while, so he calmed down and held his own. First, he glanced at the stars on the ground and thought it was bearable. He raised his head a little more, and saw the hem of the robe hanging down.

The small world of the "Changzhi" Taoist monks is both a help and a restraint. There are often "Changzhi" Taoist monks whose cultivation level has plummeted because of the collapse of the small world, and even died unfortunately. No matter how you look at it, Ying Yao feels that he is suppressing the scene that is about to collapse. Xiaotiandi couldn't help trembling.

The monk who brought him back out quietly at some point, Yingyao heard the sound of closing the door, and then felt that the room he was in was immediately separated from the outside world, and no outside noise could be heard inside the room. Spiritual consciousness is also less able to penetrate walls.

Both Chu Xiang and Chu Hang had met Ying Yao before, and Jianxiu didn't intend to challenge their memory. He moved the muscles on his face to restore his original appearance, and cupped his hands and said, "Junior..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he saw Huanxi Foxiu appearing in the room without warning with a Tongtian Seal. Seeing a cultivator who transformed himself into the gods in the room, he was also taken aback for a moment, and as soon as he raised his hand, the Buddhist clock went away. Covered his head towards Yingyao, then saw his appearance, stopped the Buddha bell quickly, and said in surprise: "Why are you?"

At the same time, Ying Yao withdrew the unsheathed Salvation Sword, spread out his palms and looked at Huanxi Buddha Xiu for a while, then tilted his head to the center of the room, and said, "The Lord of Wuliang City?"

"After the immortal left, the outer layer of Tongtian disappeared, and cracks appeared in Senior Chu's small world. The city lord sensed it, so he came to help him guard it," Huanxi Buddha said, "Senior Chu was injured, and he is behind."

Ying Yao settled down, quickly raised his head and glanced at the faces of the monks in the room, and found that he couldn't tell who was who at this moment, so he had to give up and look away, and asked Huanxi Buddha: "The dispute about the Dao?"

This time Huanxi Foxiu didn't intend to give an answer, he walked around Chu Xiang who was sitting in the room and walked towards Ying Yao, frowned slightly, and asked again: "What are you here for?"

"Because I'm an old woman's 'into the world' Dao sword cultivator," Ying Yao said, "I was curious, so I sneaked in and took a look, and then found that Xiaotiandi's spiritual power seemed to be beyond my means, and I suspected that there was something wrong with it, so I thought of a way to sneak in. To be honest, the management is loose enough, that is to say, the monks who have crossed the robbery can let others come in and out during the retreat with such peace of mind. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Huanxi Foxiu said bluntly, "No."

He politely asked Ying Yao to stay for a while behind the screen where Chu Xiang could not be seen, and whispered a few words to Chu Xiang. Ying Yao heard the sound of the pill bottle being opened. He said, "Have you seen He Hu these days?"

Ying Yao wanted to nod subconsciously, and then realized that He Hu was captured by Ke Li in front of Huanxi Foxiu, and his neck froze immediately.

However, Huanxi Foxiu had already looked at him with clear eyes.