Slime Immortal

Maybe the properties panel also played a role.

However, as time goes on, the difficulty of upgrading both skills and talents will only become higher and higher.

别看从黑铁lv.2升级到Lv.3所需的经验EXP只需要20点，只是Lv.1到Lv.2的二倍，但经验获得的难度完全不是一个等级的。

The same goes for skill talents, which require more food and practice.

But overall, it still improves faster than ordinary monks and monsters.

For Chen Yu, a lazy dog, it is both a blessing and a torture.

Maybe he wanted to be lazy, but when he started practicing Taoism, the obvious progress made him unable to stop.

He often sat in front of the thatched hut for a whole day. When Shao Qingsong came, he had to go closer to wake him up.

He searched for his target on the shore and soon set his sights on a moss monster that was leisurely nibbling on moss.

It's up to you.

Chen Yu calmed his mind, silently recited the Dharma, and began to look for an opportunity in the dark.

There are many ways to cast Taoist spells, the most typical of which are imperial decrees, mantras and true words.

Among them, "imperial decree" is the most convenient and quickest way to cast a spell, and it is also the easiest to detect. Simply put, it is to directly shout the name of the Taoist spell.

If a great and righteous person casts a spell with an imperial decree, it often has the effect of deterring evildoers.

But Xu Xuantian is often called the lost generation of young monks. They all agree that the use of edicts to cast spells is not only childish but also quite shameful and not suitable for monks with thin skin.

Chen Yu wanted to shout "Little Archery" in a cool way, and then take the head of the stinging bee within ten steps. Anyway, there was no cultivator from Xu Xuantian here who could see it.

But unfortunately, Slime has no vocal organs. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he doesn’t have that factory setting.

Another way of casting spells, called "Nian Jue", requires one to make various mysterious hand seals.

Do slimes have hands?

If so.

He could spend half a day trying to condense his gel body into the shape of a hand, but it was too difficult for him to make hand gestures and seals.

Then for him, the only way to cast spells left is the slowest "mantra".

The "mantra" requires the caster to silently recite the method in order to seek the opportunity to cast the spell. No matter how skilled the caster is, it will take at least three or four seconds.

It is also a spellcasting method rarely used by monks.

而小箭术Lv.1的施法时间大致要6-8秒，Lv.2才有希望降低至4秒。

The cultivators of Xu Xuantian divided Taoism into five realms: initial understanding, mastery, perfection, subtle application and transformation of the Taoism by the heart.

It's quite troublesome to remember, but they actually correspond to Lv.1 to Lv.5 in the skill list.

Once the Taoist magic is mastered to perfection, that is, reaches Lv. 3, the cultivator can try to use a higher level of spellcasting - "Heartbeat".

That is to say, follow your heart, and when your heart moves, the Dharma will emerge.

Lv.3的道法能将施法时间压缩至2-3秒，Lv.4要1-2秒，Lv.5的运化由心才算完全随心所动，实现瞬发。

Of course, the various methods in the universe are not all strictly based on this. Different levels often result in differences in casting distance and power.

Generally speaking, the higher the level of Taoism, the better.

It was the first time that Chen Yu used his slime body to perform archery, and he was not very proficient yet. Before he could finish reciting the spell, the swamp next to him began to bubble, and the water ball condensed in front of the God of Acha burst along with the bubble.

I heard a noise.

amount……

Accident, just an accident.

Come again.

Chen Yu aimed at the moss monster three meters away from him on the shore and silently recited the spell.

A ball of clear water the size of a baby's fist gradually condensed and stretched in front of him, forming the shape of an arrow.

As soon as he finished reciting, the water arrow shot out and arrived in front of the moss monster in an instant.

Bang... moss and soil splashed everywhere, and the moss monster three meters away was blown away. When it fell to the ground, only a layer of skin was left.

"What a terrifying power." Chen Yu was surprised.

If the minor archery technique has this kind of power, it is hard to imagine what the water archery technique would be like, which is even more powerful and more difficult to learn.

"Om..."

The vibration of the stinging bee's wings attracted Chen Yu's attention. He saw that the noise caused by the water arrow alarmed the stinging bees and digging beetles in the woods. The two sides looked at each other and thought it was a trick used by the other party. As a result, they started fighting again early in the morning.

Suddenly, poisonous stings rained down around the oak tree. As the black beetles climbed up the tree, they were knocked down by the stings. Then they turned over and continued to climb up, even more vigorously.

Chen Yu hid in the swamp and watched the show secretly, thinking of taking advantage of the situation and attacking the digging beetles from behind.

The acid in his gel began to bubble up at the thought of the delicious insect meat.

He admitted that he was greedy.

But no foodie can resist this delicacy, without exception.

It's also a good opportunity to try out the power of archery.

He was swimming towards the edge, but before he got close to the group of beetles, he seemed to hear some noisy sounds coming from the distance of the forest.

There were hurried footsteps, the sound of clubs waving, and some shouts he couldn't understand...

"Are those demihumans?"

They turned back, chasing something.

Is it prey?

Chen Yu stopped thinking about attacking the beetle, stopped behind a rock, and surreptitiously stuck his head out to observe the movements in the distance.

I saw a few black shadows with blurred outlines quietly appearing in the thick fog in the early morning, followed by the hoarse and rapid chasing and biting sounds of wild beasts, which suddenly tore the silence!

Chapter 13 Picking up a Shaman

Deep in the mountains, jagged peaks pierce the lead-gray sky like the spines of giant beasts, deep rifts appear like hideous wounds on the earth, and the primeval forests weave an eternally dim dome with their huge ancient trees.

However, what most deterred living creatures was the swamp area that spread like festering green pus in the heart of the forest.

In this cursed land, monsters are rampant, and it is filled with abnormal weather, magical disorder and other phenomena. The damp and cold air is filled with humus and poisonous fog and unknown sweet smell that lingers all year round.

In the eyes of the demi-humans struggling to survive in the surrounding area, this dangerous and corrupt forest is a veritable "land of death."

Even the Lizardmen tribe, who have lived with the harsh environment for generations, only dare to move around on the edge of the swamp.

These cold-blooded descendants believe in an ancient ancestral spirit called "The Entangler" and Putu, the swamp spirit who controls the swamp. They believe that the swamp is the place where the ancestral spirit sleeps, and the swamp spirit is the guardian of the swamp. Excessive intrusion will bring about a catastrophe.

In early spring, when the thin sunlight barely penetrates the forest canopy, they will hold a grand "Ice-breaking Ceremony" presided over by the tribe's "Scale Claw Priest", praying to the ancestors for permission and protection for hunting.

Afterwards, the elite hunting team would carefully go deep into the outskirts of the swamp forest to hunt the giant poisonous frogs and hard-shelled water lizards that were catalyzed by magic.

Or gather rare poison-resistant mosses and bioluminescent swamp fungi—these are the medicines, food, and precious commodities that the tribe relies on for survival and trade with outsiders.

Also coveting the resources of the swamps are the gnoll tribes that roam the corrupted swamps and riverbanks. These predators, driven by demonic beliefs, are far more greedy and reckless than the lizardmen.

For them, the beginning of spring is the season when the "fangs of hunger" arrive. The severe winter has exhausted the reserves, and the tribe's werewolf war chief will drive hungry warriors and tamed hyenas to sweep the edge of the forest like a plague.

They do not respect their ancestors, but only fear strength. Their targets are usually large beasts that are forced out of the deep swamps by poisonous miasma, or lone Lizardman warriors who dare to go too far.

The two major subhuman tribes lived together on the south bank of the river, but they hated each other due to competition, prey, fighting... and various conflicts. They regarded each other as food that could be used to store for the winter.

however……

Several winters ago, a faith called Corruption changed the relationship between the two major tribes.

The corrupt faith invaded and suppressed heresy in a brutal manner, and under the influence of unknown forces, it gradually took the dominant position.

The Gnoll Tribe was completely defeated, and only a few Lizardmen who called themselves "Shedders" remained in the Lizardmen Tribe and were still resisting stubbornly.

But under the siege and search of the two major tribes, the "Scale Shedder" also met its final doom today.

In the swamp forest filled with poisonous fog, a short and slender lizardman broke through the silence and rushed into the depths.

Sergash stumbled and fled numbly, his amber pupils glancing back from time to time, and his thin tail twitching anxiously.

Her scaly claws were covered with bloody scars, and her right shoulder was pierced by a wooden spear, revealing the bloody tissue and muscles inside.

With every step she took, she could feel the wound tearing at her nerves, causing severe pain and hysterical gasps, as if sinking her consciousness into the swamp and making her eyes increasingly blurred.

She didn't know where to escape to, nor how to escape from danger, she was just driven by the instinct to survive.

Only by shaking off the corrupt believers chasing her and believing in the ancestral spirits and the spirits of the swamp can she find a glimmer of hope in the swamp.

"Hissa! (Shedding Scales) Galra! (Prey)"

Noisy and chaotic shouts came from behind Sergash. A hunting team consisting of two gnolls, a lizardman, and hyenas came chasing from the poisonous fog, waving primitive sticks and spears in their hands, and their tone was full of resentment towards heresy.

Sergash coughed violently, spurting blood. She heard only a slight buzzing in her head, like a warning from her brain. Then she felt that the twisted oak tree in front of her was very tall, and she was tripped by the roots and fell to the ground.

"Hisa! (Shedding Scales)"

The three demi-humans had red eyes and shouted angrily, and soon caught up to Sergash.

"Shaman, it works!"

"Follow Morgul!"

Sergash struggled to get up from the ground, sneered and cursed: "Filthy corrupt believer!"

"May the ancestral spirits and the swamp curse you, never to set foot in the fertile swamp."

"I, Segash, would rather return to the embrace of the swamp!"

Seeing her firm attitude, a gray-haired gnoll came over, swung a stick, hit her in the lower abdomen, and knocked her several meters away.

"cough……"

Sergash fell to the ground, blood gushing out of her wounds. Her bloodstained eyes became increasingly blurred and red. She could only see the frightened moss monster on the ground, and felt that death was closer to her than ever before.

At this moment, she recalled her father, the man who led her to believe in Putu and watched her become a shaman step by step.

Then she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, and her memories were stained with blood and ashes. On that night, she saw with her own eyes that her aging father was pierced through the chest by the priest's sharp claws in order to resist the corrupt faith, and blood splattered violently.

Just like she is now.