The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Shui Wuhen asked again, "Have there been any other disasters?"

Yun Que said, "The only disasters I'm more familiar with are plague, zombies, and demonic insects."

"Zombies? Can zombies also cause major disasters?" Xiao Han was a little confused.

Yun Que explained, "I heard that once, after the Spiritual Pagoda appeared, most of the cultivators in that area turned into zombies. Those zombies were just like physical cultivators, with skin as hard as iron and claws as sharp as knives. Some flying zombies moved as swiftly as the wind and could leap directly from the ground into the sky. They felt no pain and could still move even with half their bodies missing."

Xiao Han thought about how Dong Yuanyuan's body had turned into a zombie, but it had been nurtured for over two hundred years. He immediately asked, "Aren't those zombies raised in a corpse-raising field?"

Yun Que: "That's definitely not the case. If a normal cultivator is scratched by them, it won't take more than an hour for them to turn into a zombie. No one knows what caused it."

Xiao Han immediately said, "I know this. It must be a viral infection."

Isn’t this how zombies spread in apocalyptic stories?

Maybe it wasn't a zombie, but a zombie.

Several people looked at her, "What virus?"

Xiao Han had to explain using words they could understand: "It's the same principle as the spread of the plague, except this time it's not airborne. Instead, after scratching a monk, the venom in the zombie's body infects the monk's blood, and then the monk is transformed into the same zombie."

Xuanyuan Heng also interrupted and asked, "How did the Spiritual Tower help deal with this zombie?"

Yunque said, "I've given you a hint. Find the hidden Zombie King and kill him. The rest of the zombies will be leaderless, and their combat effectiveness will be reduced by half."

Xiao Han said, "I think the zombie wave should be easy to deal with. After all, it's out in the open."

Yun Que sighed, "The cultivators at that time were not as righteous and responsible as the cultivators in Yuantian Continent. They were all mindful of their own business.

Later, the zombies continued to increase in number, and more and more monks were harmed. They invaded the territory of a major sect. The high-ranking monks of that sect finally invited many helpers, and then, relying on the guidance of the Spirit Communication Tower, they found the Zombie King and finally put an end to the disaster.

Yun Que really wanted to say that if her residual soul awakened and was still in the environment of the ancient world, how could someone come to surround and suppress her before she even started to do evil?

Xiao Han also agreed with her evaluation of the cultivators of Yuantian Continent.

Indeed, the great monks here are all very responsible, and the overall social order is very stable and harmonious.

Ji Shuang quickly brought the topic back to the topic, "Then, Fellow Daoist Yun, what kind of disaster do you think the Yuantian Continent might face?"

Yun Que shook his head. "How would I know? But once the Spirit Tower is open to the public, I'll take a look around inside and probably find some clues."

Then, without waiting for them to ask questions, Yunque explained the rules of the Spirit Tower.

There is absolutely no pattern whatsoever among the monks who can be absorbed into the Spirit Tower.

The Spiritual Tower does not discriminate against cultivators of different realms, races, or cultivation schools. Humans, demons, ghosts, devils, and even evil cultivators can enter. Great cultivators can enter, as can Qigong cultivators.

However, if you want to enter, you have to see whether the spirit of the Spirit Tower likes you or not.

According to the analysis of many monks, the Spirit Tower should have a spirit, but this is just an intuition. No one can be sure whether there is a spirit.

Anyway, many people were circling around the psychic tower, watching, and some people were inexplicably sucked in.

Another point is that when you enter the Psychic Tower, you may not meet anyone, you may meet acquaintances, or everyone may see a different scene.

In short, the scenes inside are ever-changing, and no one knows what kind of space it is.

The time spent inside is different for each person. Some people may be ejected from the Spirit Tower in just a cup of tea, while others may stay inside for more than a month before being teleported out.

In short, the main feature is to do whatever you want without any rules.

After Yun Que finished speaking, the three Mahayana cultivators looked at each other. Ji Shuang spoke first, "Without further delay, let's quickly have all the cultivators here come close to the Spirit Communication Pagoda and test whether any cultivators can be sucked in."

Only after the monks who have entered come out can we analyze the possible disaster based on their experiences.

Shui Wuhen raised his head, glanced at the large hole that still existed in the void, frowned and said, "What should we do with this hole in the void?"

Yun Que said, "In ancient times, I never heard of it appearing through a boundary. It always appeared suddenly somewhere."

Xuanyuan Heng glanced at the sky and said, "Let's wait and see. If it can't close on its own, then we can only find a formation master to set up a formation in the void to cover it up."

After all, this big hole in the void is like seeing a big hole in clothes, which is distressing to look at.

After a brief discussion on countermeasures, the soundproofing ban was removed.

At this moment, some combined cultivators who arrived later, including Qin Yu and Tianjizi, saw that several Mahayana cultivators seemed to have finished their discussion, and immediately rushed over, asking what was going on.

The three Mahayana monks looked at each other and instantly reached a tacit understanding.

Then Ji Shuang stepped forward and said loudly: "This black tower is a very special innate spiritual treasure. We don't know why it ended up here yet. Everyone can try to collect it and see who has the opportunity. Anyone can come forward and give it a try."

In fact, as soon as these people arrived, they wanted to get closer to observe the black tower. Unfortunately, they were still a hundred feet away and could not get any closer.

After hearing what Ji Shuang said, they knew that even three Mahayana cultivators could not take this treasure. They immediately rushed forward one after another, imagining that they were the destined ones who could be chosen by the innate spiritual treasure.

Including Qin Yu, he also wanted to try his chance, so he went closer to make some trouble.

At this time, the disaster had not yet appeared, and the several Mahayana monks did not want to say it out loud first, so as to make everyone panic. Therefore, they all stood high in the sky with solemn expressions.

Taoist Tianjizi is indeed worthy of being the number one fortune teller.

He looked at the black tower in front of him and always felt an ominous aura.

He didn't even think about collecting the so-called innate spiritual treasure. Instead, he flew in front of several Mahayana cultivators and frowned, saying, "Does anyone know this black tower? I feel like it exudes an ominous aura."

The five people who knew the inside story looked at each other in surprise. This old Taoist really has some skills.

Xiao Han couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "You are worthy of the name of Tianjizi."

Tianjizi was shocked, "Is there really a problem?"

Xiao Han felt that such a major matter should not be concealed from Tianjizi, but he did not dare to make a decision on his own, and his eyes could not help but look at the other four people.

Ji Shuang said, "Just say it, it's okay, just don't shout about it."

Xiao Han immediately pulled Tianjizi aside, put on a soundproofing barrier, and began to tell him the truth.

Yunque and the three Mahayana monks also approached the black tower again, wanting to take a closer look.

But at this moment, loud exclamations suddenly came from all around.

Xiao Han, who was speaking, tilted his head and saw a middle-aged monk who seemed to be pulled by some force, struggling with his hands and feet, and was dragged into the black tower.

Someone in the crowd shouted in envy, "Oh my, Old Wei is going to get the innate spiritual treasure."

However, just as he finished speaking, another person flew into the black tower.

The man flew in a graceful manner, as if nothing was blocking his way. He just flew over to take a look.

The second cultivator who flew in was none other than Shui Wuhen.