After walking for more than ten miles of mountain road, the sky was already dark, but the drizzle was flying, but the sun had not come out.

The villagers' homes were in a small mountain village built around the mountains. There were not many people, only a hundred families, surrounded by dense forests, and they were indifferent to the world. Meng Xuan brought the villagers back to the village. When the others saw that these villagers who thought they would die were actually back alive, they were very grateful and cried with joy. However, just as soon as they came, they saw the strange appearance of the corpse demon scholar, and they were immediately scared to death.

Meng Xuan had no choice but to take out a collar of clothes from the Cave Heaven's ring, so that the scholar would wrap his face around him, so as not to scare the people. The Cave Heaven's ring he wore was copied when he was copying the Hei Mushan old nest. It looked like an ordinary iron ring, but in fact it was a cave heaven inside and could store a lot of things. Now, in addition to some daily clothes and wine, the spiritual weapons and gold and silver that Meng Xuan copied from the Hei Mushan old nest were also piled up in it.

An old patriarch heard about Meng Xuan's life-saving grace, and walked over tremblingly and bowed to Meng Xuan. Meng Xuan hurriedly helped him up. The villagers were grateful for Meng Xuan's kindness, and heard that he drove away the evil path and subdued the corpse demon, treating him as a living god who is the legendary rescue of the world. He respectfully invited the patriarch's home, served good tea, and invited several respected clan elders to accompany him.

"Sir, I will repay you with great kindness. This is a little silver that our villagers have collected. Please do not accept it!"

After sitting for a while, a villager came over with a tray, but there were some scattered gold and silver, which totaled less than 100 taels. For this small mountain village, it was all over.

"You guys, don't be so polite. Slaying demons and subduing demons is what we should do, so it's nothing!"

Meng Xuan smiled bitterly, let alone saving people just for it, not for gold and silver, and he didn't like this little gold and silver: "But, Meng is indeed asking for something, so he took the initiative to ask, are there anyone in the village who knows how to make cast iron armor?"

When the old clan heard this, he laughed and said, "Sir, it's a coincidence that our Qingshui Village is not good at anything else, but the cast iron is passed down from ancestors. Even the Lin clan thousands of miles away often comes to us to buy swords and cast armor!"

Meng Xuan felt relieved when he heard this and said with a smile: "Then ask the villagers to cast a set of iron armor for me. There are several requirements. First, the iron armor joints are flexible, but they cover the body. The whole body is made of fine iron, except for the mouth and nose, and there is no gap left. Second, some runes will be written below. Please ask the blacksmith to engrave it on the armor when casting the armor. This is more careful, so don't make any mistakes!"

Several elders were stunned when they heard this. An old man with a burly body said boldly: "Sir, please forgive me for being too talkative. I have forged a lot of iron armor for the rest of my life, but all of them only use iron armor to protect the key points. However, they only use thick burlap instead in other directions. One is for ventilation, and the other is for weight reduction. This pure iron armor also has many inconveniences to wear on the body!"

Meng Xuan laughed and said, "I misunderstood that this set of armor is not for people to wear. Just forge it. It should consume manpower and pay for it at three times the average market price. There is only one requirement, that is, the quality must be high!"

When Meng Xuan heard that he wanted to pay money, the clan elders naturally refused, but Meng Xuan forced them to leave 1,000 taels of silver. At this price, it was enough to make ten sets of armor. Logically speaking, Meng Xuan saved the people in this village, and asking them for a set of armor was nothing. However, Meng Xuan was the first to ensure the quality, and did not want to get a little advantage, so he simply gave the money.

"Mr. I have no way to repay you with virtue. I can only make this armor for you. But I told you first that if I try my best to build this iron armor, it will take a lot of time, and I am afraid that Mr. I will be anxious. Secondly, although our village has craftsmanship, there is no good iron. The quality cannot be guaranteed. It is better to do this. In our village, there is a pair of iron armor that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is said that hundreds of years ago, a seriously injured general escaped from the pursuit and came to our village to avoid disaster. After his death, the iron armor was of excellent texture and far from ordinary things. It is better to take it as a mother, and then add some parts to him according to what Mr. said, and make it airtight. I wonder what Mr. thinks?"

The old patriarch remembered something and asked Meng Xuan.

"Oh? Then A took it to me and see it!"

When Meng Xuan heard this, he had a good nature, such as the iron armor that had been on the battlefield, which had gone through the battle formation and drank blood. It was the best.

The old patriarch immediately went to pick it up. When Meng Xuan saw it, he saw that it was finely patterned, simple and extraordinary, so he simply agreed, but he left three thousand taels of silver for the mountain village. He gave a total of four thousand taels of silver for the past and afterwards. It was already a huge amount for this small mountain village. The old patriarch refused to accept it, but Meng Xuan did not say anything and forced him to leave it behind, unwilling to take advantage of it.

After that, the old patriarch ordered people to cast parts that could not be covered by iron armor, and Meng Xuan engraved runes on the old armor.

The iron armor is extremely strong, Meng Xuan used enough true energy and used the sword of the sword to barely carve the runes.

However, he cast this set of iron armor for the scholar's corpse demon.

Although the corpse demon is sober, its body is still in the shape of a corpse demon, with a rotten smell, and the demonic energy is extremely strong. People with cultivation are afraid that they will immediately discover it as soon as they approach it within ten feet. In the future, Meng Xuan would naturally be extremely inconvenient to take it into the mountain gate. For example, casting this set of armor can cover up the smell, and secondly, the armor engraved with Meng Xuan's runes, which can also prevent the dispersion of the demonic energy.

This set of runes was learned by Meng Xuan from his master.

They are in the lineage of the Immortal Art of Major Illness, and they are always careful in their actions and practice techniques that cover their own cultivation. Now, Meng Xuan has just changed the magic formula and changed it to runes engraved on iron armor. After all, the corpse demon is a corpse demon. Meng Xuan wants to take the scholar out of here, enter the town or even enter the immortal gate in the future. It is impossible not to make some preparations, and he will be discovered if he cannot walk ten miles away.

He told the scholar once, and the scholar agreed that although he turned into a corpse demon, he was still a weak scholar who was sane and had no choice but to be in a weak way. When he met Meng Xuan, he seemed to have grasped his backbone and followed his instructions. Another point was that although the iron armor was heavy, it was as if nothing had happened to him.

His current strange power is far superior to Meng Xuan, and it is extremely terrifying.

Moreover, there is no pain all over your body. Not to mention wearing iron armor, even if you wear iron spike armor, there is no difference.

Although it only casts some small parts that fit the iron armor, it will take at least a day and a night, so Meng Xuan lived in the mountain village that night. Fortunately, there were not many other houses in the mountain village, but there were many houses. The old patriarch ordered people to clean up one and then settle down.

At night, Meng Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, while the scholar's corpse demon sat honestly in front of the door. He neither slept nor sleeped, but asked the old patriarch to find all the books in the village for him, whether it was herbal notes, the Four Books and Five Classics, or the strange stories of the mountain village. In short, it was enough to read books. According to his words, he had read books for his whole life, and except for reading, he really didn't know what to do.

After Ye Jing, Meng Xuan took a breath for a while, then picked up the sword of the sword, and extracted the demonic energy obtained from the corpse demon. Once refined, he was shocked.

This demonic energy is really of great quality. If it is refined, it is probably stronger than the disease energy on Aoki's body, and it will be a fourth-class pill.

When he was in Qingcong Mountain, he heard from the old man who had sex in the sick that the quality of the demonic energy on the corpse demons was also related to their qualifications to become corpses, and they were of high quality and inferiority. However, corpse demons with excellent potential were rare. When the sick man was young, he also killed corpses and eliminated demons. He used their demonic energy to refine elixirs, but only cut off many corpses. The highest one was just refining a third-class pill, which was not very effective, so he gave up later.

And the demonic energy on the body of this scholar's corpse demon was able to refine the fourth-level pill, which shows how rare it is.

Unfortunately, Meng just extracted a demonic energy from the corpse demon. After refining the impurities, the remaining amount was no longer enough to refine a disease pill. At most, it would only turn into some essence for cultivation. If the demonic energy in the corpse demon's body was completely extracted, it would still be possible to refine a real fourth-level pill, but in that case, the corpse demon would die.

Unlike strangers, after the scholar turned into a corpse demon, his true energy completely turned into a demonic energy, which was his vitality.

Although it cannot be refined into a pill, this demonic energy has also greatly helped Meng Xuan's cultivation, which is comparable to the usual three months of hard practice.

After refining the demonic energy, Meng Xuan began to practice the Great Sorrow Seal again.

The seal method was formed, and a series of sadness surged out of the bottom of my heart, washing away Meng Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

This kind of sadness is extremely powerful. If an ordinary person has experienced it, he may not be able to control his mind in an instant and have the idea of ​​suicide.

Meng Xuan trained his mind with the Great Sorrow Seal. Every time he washed it, it was like experiencing a huge failure and setback. If he couldn't get through it, he would be discouraged and lost his indomitable spirit. It was difficult for him to make progress in his cultivation. If he survived, he would be like a phoenix reborn in the fire. His mind became stronger and firm. When he practiced, he would move forward without any devil thoughts, and he would enter the state quickly.

True qi is the breath in the human body, from heaven and earth, and is tied to the mind.

When the mind is strong, the tone will be strong. When the mind is weak, the tone will be withered.

People usually call bad things to do as bad things. The so-called "losing" refers to losing the mind.

If a person does too many things to do, his or her aura will naturally become weak. Even if he becomes tough, he will give people a feeling of being harsh and stingy. In fact, because his or her mind is damaged, the true energy in his or her body will also become weak. In other words, even if a person is weak, if he or she is honest and upright, he or she will appear to be rational and powerful when facing other people.

There are cultivators in the world who have reached a bottleneck in their cultivation and cannot go further, and will cut off their body, be reincarnated, and experience changes in the world. The purpose is to refine their minds in the world. Once their minds become stronger, their cultivation will have hope of breaking the bottleneck.

Of course, things that are not absolute are not absolute, because there is never a lack of people in the world. After doing bad things, they also take it for granted. Ordinary people may regret it for life if they kill 1,100,000 people, and they do not feel that it has any impact. They even take pride in killing so many people. In this case, their minds will not only not be damaged, but will become stronger.

Mortals are afraid of ghosts, and gods are afraid of regret.

Only when a person does something that makes him feel regretful will his mind be damaged. If he does not regret it, he will not hurt the root cause.

The stronger the mind, the further you may go on the road of practice.

Over the past month, Meng Xuan has been practicing the Great Sorrow Seal and has understood its true meaning.

Outside, the Great Sorrow Seal can bind people's hearts and be used for fighting, but inside, it can be used to train one's own hearts.

After about a stick of incense, Meng Xuan dispersed his hands and exhaled a long breath.

Even he dared not try too much when he was so sad that he washed away his own cultivation method.

If you can't control yourself and hurt your mind by the sadness, it will be like destroying the Taoist foundation.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the scholar's corpse demon still reading quietly there, shaking his head from time to time. He looked like a nerd, but his appearance was a bit scary. He was suddenly seen, but he was afraid that he would be scared to death.

However, the magical intention on his body was stronger than during the day. Meng Xuan estimated that he would be possessed again in two days.

"Hey, this corpse demon neither drinks blood nor practices. How does the demonic energy on this body grow?"

Meng Xuan suddenly became a little curious. Although there are many demons, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas in this world, there are still laws of energy conservation. Whether it is true qi or demonic qi, it will definitely not be born out of thin air. When he thought of this problem, he used the qi-observation technique and looked at the scholar.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but be surprised.

But I saw a thick black air above the scholar's head, gathering towards it from the world. Under Meng Xuan's qi observation technique, the black air was like a vortex, constantly collecting the yin air between the world, and then pouring into his head. However, the scholar seemed to be unaware of this, and was still only shaking his head to read. When he was excited, he still smiled silently.

"This guy is really a weird guy. Aoki is born close to spiritual energy, so he is born close to demonic energy, right?"

Meng Xuan couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little envious.

If the scholar automatically absorbs Yin energy and absorbs spiritual energy, he is afraid that he will immediately become a rare cultivation genius in hundreds of years. In terms of demon cultivation, his talent is not inferior to Aoki, and even more so. Unfortunately, the scholar is stubborn and stubborn, hates the demon path extremely, and refuses to practice, and wastes such good talent in vain...

Of course, no matter how much he complains, if he really goes to cultivate the demon, Meng Xuan will keep him in awe.

Because once he truly begins to cultivate demons, he will definitely be unable to suppress the demonic intention in his heart and become violent and bloodthirsty, causing trouble for the other side.

"No, his talent cannot be wasted. This...is all the price!" Meng Xuan suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up instantly: "In order to keep his mind awake, I have to extract demonic energy for him about every ten days. From the amount of that demonic energy, every three times he extracted, he can refine a fourth-level pill... By doing this, I really make a lot of money..."

"This stupid scholar is like a treasure pot, collecting alchemy materials for me every moment!"

Meng Xuan instantly decided not to call him Zhu Baoren in the future, but to call him a treasure pot!
Chapter completed!