Jiang Li's almost endless physical strength showed a very obvious advantage here.
For him, punching non-stop all day long is as easy as breathing and shaking his legs. It does not consume any energy at all.
In terms of endurance, even Senior Sister Liu Mulan, whose cultivation level is one major level higher than his, is not as good as him.
At night, when the sun sets, the Yang energy weakens and the Yin energy grows.
Without the suppression of the positive sun of heaven and earth, the countless hungry ghosts lying on the ground began to stand up one after another.
The nose that had almost completely rotted away sniffed, and all the evil creatures looked at all the living people on the mountain.
There was no way fresh human flesh could be delicious compared to a tree trunk that could not be gnawed. Driven by their hunger instinct, they launched an attack like a tide.
Some other disciples of the Demon Subduing Hall rode away on their magic weapons. For them, who were only in the late stage of Qi training, such a large number of evil creatures could easily kill them.
But Jiang Li and Liu Mulan did not leave.
According to Senior Sister Mulan, slaying demons and eliminating evil is a form of practice in itself, and this is what she is waiting for.
She brought Jiang Li out of the valley to teach him how to practice. Smashing corpses like they did during the day can't be considered practicing.
It is this overwhelming tide of corpses every night that is the opportunity they are waiting for to practice.
These starving ghosts were not very dangerous, and it would be difficult for them to break through their defense even if they stood still, so even though there were many of them, there was no need for them to stand back to back to form a defense.
The two men separated, brandishing their iron fists, and began to push through the horde of zombies like a bulldozer.
Senior Sister Liu Mulan was quite worried about Jiang Li at first, but after observing him for a long time, she found that Jiang Li could really take care of himself, so she gradually felt relieved.
Facing these sandbags that are delivered to your doorstep, the feeling of exercising is indeed different. As long as you relax a little, the evil zombies will pounce on you.
Just one such ghoul will slow you down, hinder your movements, and then more hungry ghouls will pounce on you.
A few, dozens, hundreds of them, completely drowning you without giving you a chance to breathe. If you were to encounter such a situation, even Jiang Li would find it difficult.
Therefore, facing the tide of corpses, there was no room for error. He could only swing his fists without stopping for a moment, speeding up his physical training under pressure.
And the feeling of hitting a stone is different from the feeling of hitting a person.
With an endless supply of moving sandbags for him to practice on, Jiang Li also discovered many small flaws in his original movements.
These minor flaws may not seem like a big deal now, but when it comes to a life-and-death moment, perhaps a difference of a millimeter can determine victory or defeat.
Under the guidance of Senior Sister Mulan, these defects were quickly identified and corrected one by one.
As for the practice of Guimu Jue, Jiang Li did not give up. After all, in today's world, practicing Qi is the mainstream way, and he must not fall behind in this aspect.
But he was different from others. In order to prepare for the zombie tide stress training at night, he could only schedule his qi training and listening to the scriptures during the day.
In such a cycle, time passes by little by little.
. . . .
Ten days later, the sword cultivator's clone, which was flying high in the sky like a meteor, gradually slowed down, the flame on the flying sword went out, and the altitude slowly descended.
Finally, he couldn't stand the exhaustion anymore and chose a valley that looked safe to land.
The score of parallel consciousness cannot enjoy the same benefit as the main body. Although this sword cultivator Tang Yan is in the foundation-building stage, he is also a human being.
After ten days of continuous flight, my spiritual energy can be replenished from time to time, so it’s not a big problem.
But his physical and mental fatigue was already quite serious. If he didn't rest for a while, his condition would deteriorate seriously. If he encountered an enemy, he would be in a very dangerous situation.
"Nothing jumped out here. It's safe."
Looking around, he happened to see a huge hollow dead tree lying on the ground.
It is the kind of dead tree that can be crawled by a person and appears every time in the jungle scenes of movies when the protagonist is being chased by a giant beast.
"This place is just right."
I didn’t bring the burial coffin that is essential for travel, but it would be nice to have a natural shelter when sleeping in the wild.
Crawling into the hole of a dead tree, the sword cultivator's clone carefully released fire-attributed spiritual energy, which quickly dried up the damp hole and scalded to death all the insects living in the hole. He then blocked both ends of the hollow trunk with debris to camouflage himself, and then fell into a deep sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept.
The sword cultivator's clone woke up amidst a turbulence.
Hmm... Bumpy? After being confused for a moment, Jiang Li began to realize that something was wrong.
The whistling sound of the wind outside, and the ups and downs with a slight sense of weightlessness, all indicated that the tree trunk he was standing on had been caught by something.
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What kind of monster is so bored that it picked up a tree trunk for nothing? He was still thinking while complaining in his heart, so did the other party find me or not? After thinking about it, Jiang Li did not act rashly, but drew out the flying sword Zhuohong and dug a small hole downwards in the tree hole.
The cold air from high altitude poured in instantly. Looking down through the small hole, he realized that his current altitude was at least three thousand meters.
Hiss! It's so high, what caught me up? He dug another small hole on the top of the tree trunk.
What caught the eye were several huge feathers the size of washbasins, reflecting a metallic luster.
Is this a bird? Jiang Li was surprised. A glimpse of the whole picture shows that the creatures in the world of immortal cultivation are always rich in nutrition. In terms of size, each one is more exaggerated than the other, and they grow recklessly.
Although he could not see the full picture of the bird of prey outside, his own experience of the Heart Sutra of Guanyin could be shared.
Based on the sound of the wings flapping in the air, Jiang Li constructed an auditory model and was able to basically determine that this big bird had a wingspan of at least twenty meters.
In terms of size, none of the monsters he had dealt with before could compare to it.
But it didn't crush the trunk with one claw, so why bother to bring the whole trunk back? Wouldn't it be better to just grab the prey directly?
Perhaps it wants to build a nest? According to the habits of birds, they usually choose dry branches to build nests.
For a bird of this size, a tree of this normal length is no different from a branch.
Due to their ability to absorb water, dry dead trees are much harder to find than tree branches.
This tree trunk, which was dried by the sword cultivator's clone using spiritual power for comfort, naturally attracted the attention of the giant bird.
Jiang Li, who had no experience in this area, had never imagined that he would encounter such a thing just by sleeping in a tree.
It would be great if I could use identification skills, the clone sighed and moved his eyes away from the small hole.
And he took out a cowhide wine jug from his arms.
Tons, tons, tons means drinking madly, this is the way a drunken swordsman prepares for battle.
This big bird doesn't look kind at all, it's definitely a carnivore!
Jiang Li couldn't guarantee that if he showed up in person, it would let its clone leave calmly.
(End of this chapter)