Chapter 343: Ten Thousand Mountains (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

The Sun family in the base camp of Pingyang County has entered the fast lane of development, and its influence and strength in all aspects are increasing day by day. Sun Mingsheng, who is far away in the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains, has just recovered his injuries in the spiritual realm and the mana consumed in his dantian to the peak state. It is said that everything is ready except for the east wind.

"I wonder if I will gain anything in these Ten Thousand Mountains? I hope I will not return empty-handed." Standing on the top of the mountain where he rested, he looked up and looked around, with a ray of hope in his eyes.

With the end of this retreat, his cultivation has also improved a little, especially through the duel with the shadow monk. This kind of battle with another exactly the same self can have a clearer understanding of his own advantages and disadvantages.

In a sense, it is also an effective way for Sun Mingsheng to check for omissions and make up for deficiencies. He can pat his chest and guarantee that his combat effectiveness has increased by at least half.

Of course, the first thing in front of him is to confirm his current location and how to leave the Ten Thousand Mountains and return to the family base camp.

About a quarter of an hour later, after a period of thinking and observation, Sun Mingsheng's figure suddenly disappeared from the top of the mountain, turning into a beam of light and disappearing into the dense jungle.

Although the Shiwan Mountains are almost submerged in a large number of jungles of different heights, for a cultivator, there is basically nothing to be gained after an observation.

But as a cultivator, he still has some basic understanding of the direction of spiritual power. For a relatively secluded place like the Shiwan Mountains, the tribes and Gu Masters living here will most likely choose some places with relatively abundant spiritual power to rest and recuperate in order to maintain the development and growth of the tribe.

Of course, not all tribes in the Shiwan Mountains are Gu Masters, and there are naturally some tribes where genuine immortal cultivators are located.

For Sun Mingsheng, no matter where he finally chooses, the first task is still to find a place where there are cultivators, so as to obtain more specific information and maps.

There are certainly tribes headed by Gu Masters and cultivators here, but there are more powerful monsters and insects entrenched on the few spiritual mountains.

In addition, there are often some miasma lurking in many places in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the miasma in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is quite obvious to the cultivators, even better than the outer edge of the spiritual realm before.

Half a day later, Sun Mingsheng fled forward quickly, and behind him was a group of more than a hundred second-level flying monsters with dual characteristics of vultures and flying eagles.

This monster has short wings but flaps very fast, so the flying speed is not affected at all. From time to time, beams of light are ejected from the mouths of vultures and fall directly on Sun Mingsheng's back and explode.

The key is that their claws are flashing with light, and their sharp attributes are fully revealed. If they fall on the body, at least it will be a deep wound that can be seen to the bone.

Therefore, under the continuous attack of these monsters with two means, Sun Mingsheng has no other means to deal with it except to run away in a panic with all his heart and strength. In short, how can it be described as a panic?

"The danger in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is beyond my expectation. I just entered the range of a sacred mountain and did not cause any substantial killing, but I attracted these guys' crazy pursuit." Sun Mingsheng occasionally offered a talisman or a talisman soldier to block in order to buy buffer time.

"Chirp" crisp sounds rang out behind him. This pursuit lasted for half a day. After crossing a river, these unknown flying monsters just neighed arrogantly and waved their wings to leave.

"It's really relentless pursuit. After a battle for no reason, not only did I not get any spoils, but I wasted six talismans in vain. It's really a loss of both the wife and the soldiers." Sun Mingsheng's face was quite complicated, with a hint of fear and fear.

His subsequent exploration would naturally not stop at all because of this. He had already been mentally prepared for the so-called encounter in front of him.

This encounter could only make him more cautious in his subsequent explorations. He did not even stay long enough to calm his still turbulent mana before he started the next round of explorations.

In fact, in another sense, this direct encounter with the flying monster also proved that his previous ideas were correct and effective.

No matter where in the world of cultivation, monsters and cultivators are both interdependent and competitive. The two sides have fiercely fought for various spiritual objects, and even each other is prey.

"I hope to meet some tribes soon. It's a pity that I didn't ask Tubala for a map of the Ten Thousand Mountains." When thinking of this, Sun Mingsheng showed a distressed look on his face.

Although he and Tubala only met by chance, the difference in strength between the two was similar, and there was not too obvious a gap. After all, they had cooperated with each other in hunting monsters and sharing the Huangyuan Fruit in the spiritual realm. Compared with others, there was a natural trust.

Unfortunately, in the absence of a map to guide, finding a tribe in these endless mountains is even more difficult than leaving this place.

In order to search for traces of the existence of some tribes as much as possible, Sun Mingsheng began to appear and disappear between various sacred mountains and sacred places. In most cases, he encountered various powerful monsters.

Perhaps because of the extremely special environment here, most monsters and insects exist in groups and occupy a sacred mountain together.

Whenever he encountered these monsters head-on, Sun Mingsheng would most likely choose to escape decisively. Occasionally, when he encountered some monsters of similar strength, he would not hesitate to kill them and earn some cultivation resources.

After all, these monsters are valuable spiritual creatures, and there are always some spiritual medicines growing in their nests.

It is in this seemingly reckless but extremely effective way that Sun Mingsheng gradually improved the map in his hand, and his own range of action also increased and expanded rapidly.

Perhaps the only common point when encountering different monsters these days is that he needs to pay some necessary price every time he encounters them.

The sun rises and the moon sets, day and night alternate, time flies, and a month passes in a flash

In this busy and killing process, Sun Mingsheng's combat power and strength are also rapidly improved, and various spiritual objects unique to the Ten Thousand Mountains have also appeared in his storage bag.

Because of the existence of miasma, most of the spiritual medicines grown here exist in the form of poisonous strains, and there are even fewer spiritual fruits.

"Is this the trace left by someone cutting down trees? And the bloodstains left by hunting beasts?" This day finally yielded something.