Chapter 35 Inheriting Memory

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Wang Cang pulled his sleeve and covered the deep wound. Although Wang Cang would find herbs every time he was injured, and the effect of herbs was very amazing, the wound on his body was too deep this time.

Soon, when it came to lunch, Wang Cang found a clean stone and sat down. Of course, Xiaojia did the job of finding food, but Xiaojia has fallen in love with this job, because Wang Cang allowed him to become a human form when looking for food and eating, which is simply great for Xiao Jia. He still has a chance to be more handsome than Wang Cang.

Soon Xiaojia came back with a few beasts.

Of course, Wang Cang himself caught several beasts, but the roasted meat Xiaojia refused to eat anything. Wang Cang took a bite and immediately spit it out. The taste is really unforgettable for life.

Wang Cang was quite depressed. Why did those beasts look similar, but the taste was so bad? Wang Cang has always suspected that Xiao Jia moved his hands and feet while roasting, but Xiao Jia swore to God that he did not do anything when baking. After experiencing something, Wang Cang no longer dares to eat the beasts he killed. Although it is not poisonous, the taste is more deadly than poison.

The meat baked quickly by Xiaojia is still so delicious this time.

Wang Cang nibbled on the thigh meat of an unknown animal in his hand and asked Xiao Jia, "Xiao Jia, why do you know what is delicious and what is not delicious?"

"Because I have eaten those things," Xiaojia replied calmly.

"Puff" Wang Cang directly sprayed out the meat in his mouth and laughed, "Haha, haven't you eaten all those strange things?"

"Well, so what? If you want to eat it, I can get you the most delicious meat in this mountain." Xiaojia looked at Wang Cang provocatively.

"I really don't know how you survived that smell?" Wang Cang knew the taste. By the saying, when he ate that strange taste of meat, Wang Cang's stomach was cramped, and the taste could not be expressed in words.

"This is necessary for the growth of our silver-shelled pythons." Xiaojia has finally learned to pretend recently, but he doesn't know what virtue he is in front of Wang Cang and in front of beautiful women.

"What is a silver python?" Wang Cang heard Xiao Jia mention his race for the first time.

"The silver-bone python is my race. Even in the demon world where the strong are rampant, our silver-bleg python family is famous." When it comes to his race, Xiao Jia's face is full of pride.

"Damn, don't brag to me here. You haven't been to the demon world. How can you know?" Wang Cang was unhappy to see Xiaojia's more handsome face than himself.

"Then why do you think I can cultivate to the innate realm and explore by myself?" It seems that Xiaojia is going to pretend to the end.

"Isn't it?" In fact, Xiaojia asked the question exactly what Wang Cang asked. Human beings are so smart that they need skills to practice, but those seemingly stupid beasts can reach the innate realm without relying on skills.

"In fact, talent is only a small part. Most of our strength comes from inheritance memory, which includes the way of survival, cultivation of skills and origin. If it weren't for the thin aura here, I'm afraid I'm already in the middle of the golden elixir, and it's still your turn to help me improve it. Li Xiaojia originally wanted to talk about that guy's, but when he thought of the terrible pressure brought to him by the old guy, he changed his words in time.

"Inheriting memory? I know, just like the Demon Emperor left it to me..." Wang Cang didn't finish his words. So far, only he knows this secret.

"What?" Xiao Jia asked.

"Nothing. Do all beasts that have cultivated to the innate realm inherit memory?" Although Xiaojia was Wang Cang's servant and there was no possibility of rebellion, Wang Cang still did not tell him about the magic emperor's skills.

"That's not necessarily. After all, there must always be a source of inheritance, so any skills have founders, so some very talented individuals have the ability to practice by themselves." Xiaojia still knows a lot about the demon clan. After all, the silver-shelled python is still a higher race, so the inheritance memory is relatively comprehensive.

"Oh, I see. Eat quickly. Let's continue to stroll after eating." While talking, Wang Cang has destroyed a whole rabbit.

After eating, they began to walk around in the trial mountain.

The trial mountain is very large, so big that it is beyond Wang Cang's imagination. It is not so much a mountain as a mountain, but it is still a mountain for disciples to practice, and behind the mountain is a continuous mountain range. Wang Cang does not know the name of the mountain range. Xiaojia said that the mountain mountain mountain demon cultivation calls it "Yinfeng Mountain", and there is no one or beasts to practice. When the mountain entered Yinfeng Mountain, there were no beasts coming out of Yinfeng Mountain. This is not to say that there are no beasts in Yinfeng Mountain, but to practice the sharp wind blowing at the mountain to Yinfeng Mountain all year round. Xiao Jia said that the wind was very powerful. Even if he entered the Golden Dan period now, he could not be sure of the wind.

Wang Cang knew that the Yinfeng Mountain must have buried a secret. He also knew that with his current strength, he was afraid that he had not yet explored the secret, but secretly wrote in his heart that when his strength was strong enough, he would explore it.

Wang Cang walked aimlessly while thinking about Yinfeng Mountain. Wang Cang has not met anyone in the past ten days. I don't know whether he is lucky or not. Wang Cang can now be said to be carrying a heavy treasure. Not to mention the herbs he got in the ecstasy Valley. The feathers of the purple dove are definitely an unrivaled treasure. Use it It is not difficult to destroy a large city.

Wang Cang gradually became a little distracted and relaxed. At this moment, he suddenly tightened his nerves and a sense of crisis hit his heart.

He suddenly raised his head, and a fishy wind rushed in front of him, and a figure flashed in front of him. The dragon is from the cloud, and the wind is from the tiger. With this fishy wind, it is the tiger of the king of beasts. Wang Cang had no time to hide, so he had no choice but to be tough. Although Wang Cang's strength was no longer small, he was still a little worse in the face of the king of the mountain. Even if the tiger's palm only slapped the nine-ring knife in front of his chest, an irreparable force still made his body fly involuntarily.

Wang Cang, who was flying in the air, surged with a burst of blood, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, but this beat made his internal forces involuntarily rush in the meridians. Originally, he should not have been so bad, but he was distracted before. By the time he found the crisis, the tiger had rushed to him. How could the internal force he hurriedly mention withstand the full palm of the king of the mountain?

Wang wanted to fight the tiger with a knife, but the swelling pain from the meridians almost drove him crazy. Obviously, it was impossible to meditate on the spot to heal his wounds. The tiger would not let go of the prey on his mouth.