Infinite Sims Chapter 81

"So hot!"

　　 Jiangren suddenly felt the extreme warmth from all over his body, as if the whole person was soaked in a sea of fire and was about to be melted away.

　　 The darkness faded.

　　 The surrounding scenery appeared in the line of sight.

　　 Just a glance, Jiang Ren knew why he felt hot.

　　 At this moment, he is in a pool about ten feet in size, but the water in the pool is not normal water, but fiery red like magma, with hot bubbles constantly rising from the surface of the water.

　　 And his body is a long stick in the fire water!

　　 "It's really a stick, and it's still a hot stick."

　　 Jiangren felt a little bit and discovered the peculiarities of this new body.

　　Although the surrounding fire water gave him a feeling of melting him, it actually didn't hurt him, but it also had many benefits.

　　 The violent energy in the fire and water is constantly transforming his body.

　　 "These fifty fate points are worthwhile, but why does the identity of fifty fate points feel so weird?"

　　 Jiangren looked through the fire and found that this place seemed to be a valley.

　　 The space in the valley is about a hundred meters in size, and the way out is only a small path for one person to pass on. The rest of the location is surrounded by steep mountain walls, ranging from ten feet to ten feet high.

　　 Don't talk about living people around, not even a living thing.

　　 "From the traces in this valley, and the bottom of the lake where I was inserted in the center of the lake, this should be man-made, but the people who arranged these or the forces are not in the valley."

　　 Thinking of this, Jiang Ren settled down and put his mind on his newly acquired body.

　　The power of the soul spreads in the stick and feels it carefully.

　　 "Is this really a stick?"

　　 "In terms of density, it is no worse than my one month of strengthening the sword. Is this the so-called birth is the end..."

　　 Jiangren threw away these useless thoughts, and began to transform the power of the soul into energy, just like the previous sword life.

　　 Only then did he realize that the new body is not perfect at all.

　　 Almost exhausted the energy of the soul power transformation, for the entire stick body, it was like a piece of cake, compared to the body when it was a knife, the difficulty of replenishment increased several times.

but.

　　 When the astral power was exhausted, Jiang Ren felt the special energy in the fire water merged into the soul, recovering the astral power at an extremely fast speed.

　　In just a few minutes, it is almost all recovered.

　　 It's totally different from using a sword, practice for two minutes and rest for one hour.

　　 Jiangren touched a little, seeing that the power of the soul had been fully restored, he immediately reinvested in the practice of transforming it into instrumental energy.

　　 As a weapon that cannot speak or move.

The greatest benefit of 　　 is that you will unconsciously devote all your energy to the only thing you can do.

　　 Time goes by day by day.

　　 Although it is difficult to fill the stick with a tool, due to the fast recovery, the accumulation has also achieved a lot of results.

　　 After only half a month, the body of the stick was filled with the device.

　　 Jiangren also obtained the ability to strengthen the stick body without any accident. After putting all the weapons into the strengthening, he started training again.

one day.

January.

　　 one year.

　　 In a blink of an eye, more than three years have passed.

　　 In the middle of this, Jiang Ren judged that the biggest reliance on time was that a person appeared on the path in the valley every month and threw a few fist-sized spars into the pool of fire.

　　 The spar contains violent energy.

　　 It is they that make this pool of fire always be like boiling magma, which can continuously nourish the stick body.

　　 In three years, no one has been absent for a month.

　　 But in the same way, the visitor never walked out of the path, and there was just a blind spot in Jiangren's vision. Even if he moved his sight, he couldn't see the visitor.

　　 I have to say, this kind of day is extremely boring.

　　If Huotan could accelerate the recovery of Jiang Ren's soul power, making him devote a lot of time to cultivation, he wondered whether he could survive it.

"Um?"

　　 On this day, Jiang Ren, who was cultivating, suddenly stopped and turned his attention to the only entrance to the valley.

　　 He heard footsteps.

　　 But today is not a monthly throwing day, and there seem to be two footsteps coming here.

finally.

　　 After three years in this world, Jiang Ren met the first person.

　　 That was an old monk with an old face and a yellow robes, behind him was a handsome young monk with a blush on his forehead.

　　 "Monk?"

　　 Jiangren looked at the two carefully, but didn't feel strange.

　　Although I haven't seen anyone who arranged this valley before, it is important to know that people who use sticks like him are usually of the same profession-monks.

　　 "This is a pool of flames. It is our Gushan Temple invested a lot of resources and efforts, plus the treasures bestowed by the temple, that finally formed this pool of flames."

　　The old monk slowly came to the lake of fire, and the old voice came from his mouth, and the high temperature emitted by the flames had no effect on him.

　　The young monk also walked to the lake of fire and folded his hands together: "It is indeed extraordinary, master abbot, is my protective device in this lake of fire?"

　　 "No dust."

　　 The abbot turned the rosary on his hand and motioned: "Look carefully, what's under that pool of fire."

　　 Wuchen blinked his eyes and turned his eyesight-enhancing exercises, looking down the pool of fire.

　　 Under the fiery red flame, a stick-shaped phantom can be seen faintly.

　　 "Stick?"

　　 Wuchen retracted his gaze and looked at the abbot.

　　 "Yes, this is your body protector."

　　 The abbot stretched out his left hand and slapped his palm towards the center of the lake.

　　 beep!

　　 The flames in the center burst out like a heavy blow.

　　 A long flaming stick flew out from it, drew a curve in the air, and finally inserted into the ground in front of Wuchen.

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 The abbot folded his hands together and said: "This body protector has been smelted to the last step. You only need to drop your fingertips to complete this last step."

　　 Fingertips, blood dripping?

　　 Jiangren was taken aback, how did he feel a bit like confessing the Lord with a drop of blood?

　　 Before he could react~www.mtlnovel.com~, she used internal force to scratch the skin of her fingertips, and ejected a drop of soy-sized blood from it and flew to him.

　　 The blood on the stick dissipated and turned into a black long stick with full eyebrows.

　　 for an instant.

　　 Jiangren felt a weak consciousness in his body.

　　 Through this consciousness, he found that even if he condenses his mind and does not observe the outside world, he can still sense the existence and specific position of the young monk next to him.

　　 And as long as he wants to, he can easily erase this consciousness.

　　 "It's okay, it's not a drop of blood to recognize the Lord."

　　 Jiangren breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "This stick is nameless, you can give it a name without dust."

　　 The abbot turned the rosary, a cheerful smile appeared on his face.

　　 Wuchen shook his head and said, "Everything in the world has spirits, including this stick. Its name should be decided by itself, not by me."

　　 "It's so good, then let's go."

　　 The abbot turned around as he spoke. Walk towards the path.

　　 Wuchen stretched out his hand to hold the long stick, as if thinking of something, and looked back at the abbot: "Master abbot, the disciple has been in seclusion for many months. I don't know what day it is now?"

　　 "The ninth day of September."

　　 The abbot's figure disappeared into the path, but the voice came from far away.

　　 Hearing the words, Wuchen whispered: "Since there is no year, it means that my retreat is not too long. It is still 5,845 years..."

　　 "5845?!"

　　 Jiangren's heart was upset. He remembered that the first time he came to this world was May 5742.

　　 Two years.

　　 is one hundred and three years away.

　　 That is to say, this time I entered, I skipped the whole-"One hundred years!"

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