The ancient giant bear hiding in the world of immortal cultivation

Chapter 134 Deer Song
“Ahhhhhhhhhh~ahhhhhhhhh~ahhhhhhhh!”

"I am an exiled little boar. Although I can't eat fine bran, I am still satisfied with you!"

"But the forest in the Western Wasteland is too big and too helpless. Even as a patrolling demon soldier, I still can't protect my little deer!"

"Ah, my little deer, ah, my little deer!"

"The fog deep in the forest, the deer deep in the fog, I can't tell whether it is the fog or my deer."

"Oh, my little deer, oh, my little deer..."

……

Wang Wu and Lao Niu stood aside, watching the little wild boar singing a sad folk song in a cheerful tune, wagging its little tail, and its huge snout moving rhythmically around the center of the tree.

Although they know it is indeed the most reliable, it always gives them a feeling that it is really unreliable.

No one else has this kind of talent.

"Ah, I found it, it's right here!"

The little boar did an exaggerated backflip and pointed one of its hooves at a tree core structure that looked no different from the others.

Really, the huge space they are in now is actually a hollowed-out tree core. There is not a trace of soil or rock around it, only hard tree walls or tree root tunnels.

Most of the tree root tunnels were either destroyed and blocked, or were covered by the formation that was still in operation.

So to be honest, Wang Wu and Lao Niu really didn't know how to start digging.

"Okay, you don't have to wait here. Big brother, remember to give me two spiritual fruits every day as a physical supplement. Third brother, you continue to refine the black iron. Hurry up and sharpen your teeth before the battle. It may take a month for me to dig this time. In addition, you also need to pay close attention to the movements of the ice slaves outside. Is this arrangement okay?"

The little pig was very excited when he heard this, but Wang Wu and Lao Niu still had doubts.

"Okay, I knew you wouldn't believe me. Look carefully, I, Old Pig, am truly capable of this!"

The little boar shook its huge head, turned around and started digging at the tree wall with a vibrating sound. The noise was as loud as that of a high-powered impact drill.

咣 咣 咣!
咣 咣 咣!
Before Wang Wu and Lao Niu could come to their senses, they heard a loud bang. At least four or five square meters of the tree wall collapsed directly due to the shock. It turned out that the inside had been rotten and thin for a long time, and the outside was no longer tree roots, but full of mud.

But when it comes to soil, the little boar's vibration excavation becomes even more handy, or it can be a dimensionality reduction attack, just like an incarnation of a tunnel boring machine, rushing in, drilling out, rushing in again, and drilling out again.

In less than a minute, a hole with a diameter of one meter and a length of thirty meters, with the soil compacted around it, was dug out.

This scene was so magical that Wang Wu was amazed.

"Okay, it seems there is no problem, but I may need to lose some weight." Lao Niu was also very satisfied.

"Brother, you don't have to lose weight. I am just laying a basic tunnel to guide us. If we don't want to get lost, although that is impossible, determining the direction underground is a skill passed down in our family."

"When we really need to pass, my Iron Mouth will easily control the soil so that we can pass smoothly. But the premise is that I need spiritual fruits to replenish it."

The little boar finished speaking quickly and then scurried into the hole like a rabbit. It was truly magical.

At this time, Lao Niu said solemnly:

"Third brother, it seems that there is no problem with this aspect. There is absolutely no problem with me. I will leave you a spiritual fruit every day, but remember, the longest shelf life of spiritual fruits like mine is twelve days. After twelve days, the spiritual energy will dissipate and become ordinary fruits. Just remember to come back once every ten days. In a month, you can temper it nine thousand times more."

"We will set off in a month."

"Okay! I understand!"

Wang Wu did not delay. While he was still full, he quickly went into the tree root tunnel and continued to temper the black iron in the black iron jar.

The old cow took the time to use its horns to dig out and swallow the tree heart piece by piece. Although the branches of the tree had died, the spiritual energy contained in the tree heart was still enormous. It could not only supply its daily practice and the growth of spiritual vines, but also produce three ninth-grade spiritual fruits every day. It was indeed a good place.

It's a pity that they can't stay here for too long, otherwise Lao Niu feels that there is really hope that he can initially condense the Tongqiao Demon Pill here.

Of course, in reality, even so, Lao Niu felt that it already had a little clue, a little feeling. Although it could not be seen or touched, its strength was indeed about to slide into the seventh rank.

"Moo, if I can advance to the seventh rank, my second brother can advance to the eighth rank, and my third brother can reach the peak of the eighth rank, then even if the three of us are captured and sent to the Death-Seeking Camp, we can still survive."

"Ah, bah, bah, crow's mouth, gray cow legs, good things don't work but bad things do, ah, no, it's the bad things that don't work but good things do, huh, I'm still a child, my words don't count, right!"

"Let's do it again. Bah, bah, bah, crow's mouth, gray cow's legs, okay, Abu, the bad ones don't work but the good ones do. It's okay this time! Perfect!"

"Master Tree, please don't blame me. I am here to greet you."

The old cow muttered to himself, and really paid homage to the center of the tree with great respect, because in the Western Wilderness, the Tree Master is the god of all small and medium-sized goblins and monsters. If you don't respect the Tree Master, then you will bear the consequences yourself!

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At this moment, in the black iron jar, Wang Wu did not try to spy on the ice slaves who were blocking the West Mountain. He did not have the ability to do so. He just started to temper himself without distraction. His primary target was the two claw marks he had left before. These were all evidence and he had to get rid of them.

Fortunately, just like the story of grinding an iron rod into a needle, even though the black iron jar is extremely strong, after being polished hundreds or thousands of times, all traces of it have disappeared.

In fact, one-fifth of this huge black iron jar is now gone, and all of it has been polished away.

Of this one-fifth, only one-third was refined by the old cow and the little boar after more than a month of tempering. As a result, the old cow became a giant monkey and the little pig became a miniature skinny pig.

The price was huge, as you can imagine. But the remaining two-thirds were honed by Wang Wu's two nine thousand temperings, and it was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.

And this time, Wang Wu only planned to temper it three thousand times because it was too weak.

Really, it consumes too much energy and blood. This kind of blacksmithing and tempering in the world of immortal cultivation is even more excessive and terrifying than the traditional skills of men back home on Earth.

But there is no way, time is pressing, and most importantly, if we miss this opportunity, where can we get the black iron?

Black iron is a rare commodity in the demon race’s territory and is an important strategic material banned by the human race.

As the illegitimate son of the Black Mountain King, it took Lao Niu forty or fifty years to forge a ninth-grade demon weapon. This was certainly due to his playful and lustful nature, but the lack of black iron resources was also the most important reason.

Wang Wu is very clear about this, so even if he becomes a Yilang temporarily, he will fight!

"Perhaps we can also grind it and cut off a part of it and take it away."

Wang Wu thought of the backpack he made using the invisibility cloak of a human cultivator. He always carried it with him. No one, including the old cow and the little pig, noticed it, not even the big phantom king insect.

It can be seen that this is reliable.

"Maybe I can carry 30 to 50 kilograms, but no more. But I can use the broken sword to temper it in the future. After all, it is a seventh-grade life sword."

The distracting thoughts in his mind gradually dissipated, and Wang Wu's mind quickly focused. He skillfully practiced the internal breathing method, and also skillfully mobilized the qi and blood vitality, physical strength, satiety, etc., and then concentrated on the right front bear paw. At present, he could only temper this one. If he tried more, he would not be able to support it, and the effect would not be great.

In less than a second, a blood-red light appeared on the bear's claws. It was about four inches long, very sharp and very fierce. This was the refined gold energy that was stimulated by the vitality of blood.

Although this blood light seems invisible, it can actually cut things like trees with just a sweep. In the world of martial arts, this must be a top-grade internal martial arts technique.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, this is just the beginning.

Slowly, as if lifting a light weight, he placed the bear claw on the black iron jar. In fact, there was no need to rub and temper it deliberately. He had believed in Old Bull's lies before. It was really not necessary. He only needed to continuously stimulate the blood and energy, and stimulate the energy of refined gold. He would be able to see countless tiny black iron powders being cut off, wrapped up, and vibrated, and then gradually transformed into the energy of refined gold.

This process is complicated and lengthy, but in fact it is still much faster than the so-called tempering of the old cow and the little boar.

After a while, Wang Wu's physical strength was exhausted, and he ended this power-accumulating shock tempering.

"Huh? I feel like the consumption is a bit lower this time."

He was slightly stunned. The advantages of the attribute column were fully utilized at this moment. He could easily make minor adjustments to achieve the best cost-effectiveness.

You can also adjust the rest intervals scientifically instead of being reckless and tempering yourself without paying any money.

Although these advantages are not large, they can accumulate into greater advantages.

For example, this time, he felt that the tempering was much easier than the previous two times.

Before I knew it, I was getting into the groove and forgetting everything else.

Even the pain of the past seemed to fade away like smoke.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

Wang Wu tempered himself again for a full six thousand times, but the price he paid was that he turned into a giant monkey with only fur and bones.

The skeleton is still there, but all the devilish muscles are gone, and his weight is estimated to be only more than 300 kilograms.

And get the achievement of Yi Lang.

Even the property column has a warning message.

"Warning, you have consumed too much Qi, blood and vitality. Your body is falling into a serious state of weakness. If you cannot replenish high-quality food as soon as possible, your basic attributes and basic talents will be permanently reduced."

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"hey-hey!"

Wang Wu smiled strangely in his heart, but he was very satisfied. It was just right.

Because the harvest was really not small, his current weak state can be made up, and in these ten days he actually got 5 points of refined gold energy.

The total number has reached 9/1000. At this rate, by the time of evacuation, the progress should reach 15.

In fact, if Wang Wu was not in a hurry, if he was given three months to stroll around every day and temper himself at normal intensity, he could achieve 15 points of progress without causing such great consumption of his body.

Then after a year, you will be able to accumulate at least 60 points of progress, and then after about 10 to 15 years, you will be able to successfully cultivate a ninth-grade natal demon soldier.

Even if other little monsters are a little worse, they can eventually cultivate in 30 years, or even 50 years.

This is how things are.

The external environment does not allow it, and he has to start his escape journey again. Without anyone to carry him forward, he naturally will not have the so-called peaceful life.

If you want to speed up and get better results, you will naturally have to pay more than usual.

Very fair and reasonable!
(End of this chapter)