The moon is like a hook, and the night is like a rainbow.

In Mo Xiaoyan's perennial embroidery phoenix house, except for the embroidery and calligraphy and paintings, there is no girl's back.

Now Mo Xiaohe is sitting alone inside.

He was playing with a ring in his hand, which was a plane and plane, the size of a city, and was filled with objects of all sizes.

There are a million taels of gold. Next to the gold piled up into a mountain of gold is marked with a line of thin handwriting, "Part of it was snatched from the Forbidden City, some of it was increased in warehouses, two million gold, take it away, don't thank you." I didn't want to find Cangsheng, so I went to the Instrument Spirit Country to live a life of small wealth and peace. Don't be moved, I've raised you for fourteen years, and I'll throw it at you. ”

It is undoubtedly Mo Xiaoyan's handwriting.

There is a tree planted in the ring space, a person with a thick waist and a height of more than ten meters, and the scientific name is empty tree. This is the raw material for making space-time items, and space-time items are things like the ring in Mo Xiaohe's hand, which are extremely precious and invaluable.

There was another sword, this was a giant sword, and its whole body glowed white. There was a slogan Mo Xiaoyan on the side, "One day if you can hold this sword, you will be more powerful than me, you can go to Xia Zhenren to wrestle your wrist." ”

There are also piles of large and small stones hidden in the ring space, the stones are pitch black all over, according to the description, the scientific name of the soul stone, such as the cultivation level of the martial artist, is divided into extraordinary, sanctified, and hidden three classes, for the martial artist to practice, or to replenish the soul power.

There are millions of transcendent soul stones, 100,000 holy soul stones, and 10,000 hidden soul stones. Equipped with a slogan, given by Cangsheng.

Mo Xiaohe, who is sitting in the well and watching the sky, may not know that he is now a rich country.

More than 100 transcendent soul stones can make those who have entered the Dingding strong rush to fight with their lives. And one Divine Hidden Soul Stone can be worth 100 Holy Soul Stones and 10,000 Transcendent Soul Stones, so you can know how rich Mo Xiaohe is.

Not to mention the Soul Stone. Just talking about these two million taels of gold, you can buy a city in the Instrument Spirit Country, and you can hire two Divine Hidden Peak Servants for twenty years, or hire hundreds of Saint Peak Servants for twenty years.

And when it comes to the ring itself, it is a rare spiritual ring that has become a time and space of its own, which can be stored, planted, raised, and even hidden at critical moments to save life. This is a priceless treasure, even if it is a talent like Qingfeng who walks the world wantonly, he will be blushing when he sees it, and he dare not say whether he will tear his face and take it by skill.

But now the silly Mo Xiaohe looked at these riches, but he didn't have the slightest concept, and his attention was all focused on a book. This book looks like an ordinary book, as if it has been sealed for many years, and there are two unshaped words across the yellowed title page, Book of Heaven.

Mo Xiaohe found a martial arts article and flipped through the book very quickly.

Reality, emptiness, nothingness, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, light, soul, artifact, instrumental spirit, time, space;

Concentration, transcendence, sanctification, seclusion, supremacy, soul, holy soul, divine consciousness, true spirit;

Spirit stones, soul stones, empty trees, beast elements.

These descriptions are not found in the very hot version of the Book of Heaven in Great Xia, that is, in the Book of Heaven full of Mr. Bao's handwriting.

Since that day, Mo Xiaohe received Mo Xiaoyan's divine power, slashed people with a sword, and then fell unconscious. Judging from the descriptions of others, Mo Xiaoyan only took Mo Xiaohe, and he had the courage to go straight to Hanoi County and split the Forbidden City, which should be the consummation of the Divine Hidden Realm. It is the perfection of the hidden gods on the small and large successes.

Above the perfection of invisibility, there is the supreme. Legend has it that the true person of the Great Xia Xia should be the supreme one above the gods, and the soul is transformed into a true spirit, and he can go to the void in person, and even comprehend the power of time and space that destroys the heavens and the earth.

Closing this book of heaven that looked neither thin nor thick, but could not be turned to the end, Mo Xiaohe settled down.

As the Book of Heaven says, he is now a first-class martial artist, and if he goes up, he will enter the meditation and then be extraordinary. After entering the settlement, it is copper skin and iron bones, immortal and immortal.

Then it is extraordinary, sacred, hidden, and finally supreme, and then hold the sword in this ring, find my sister, cut off the head of Xia Zhenren, and snatch out the soul of Uncle Ying.

According to the words of the Book of Heaven, Mo Xiaohe entered the ring space and couldn't wait to take an extraordinary soul stone and put it in his mouth. He put on a posture, squatted down and stepped on his horse, closed his eyes, and calmed his dantian.

A vast and inexplicable power came from the soul stone in the mouth, through the intestines and stomachs, flowing through the five internal organs, seeping into the muscles and bones, and penetrating into the blood, first as slowly as a wide stream, then as turbulent as a great river, and finally as surging as the waves.

Burning pain.

Mo Xiaohe gritted his teeth, his brows were furrowed, his face was black and white, and the green muscles and veins in his body were hidden from time to time, as if the blood in his whole body was instantly drained by a force, and then released back in an instant.

Even if the pain was unbearable, Mo Xiaohe still had a very firm and clear feeling, he could hold on, and in just the next moment, he would be able to settle down immediately, and even break through all the way to the clouds.

It was a clear feeling of realization for the first time.

The back of Mo Xiaohe's head and cervical vertebrae came out, and a transparent Mo Xiaohe slowly rose, and his body was as divided as in the painting.

This is the soul.

The torn soul gradually gathers and takes shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the haze, on the yellowed title page of the Heavenly Book, countless golden chains instantly erupted, entangled Mo Xiaohe's soul, pulled violently, and tore apart.

Mo Xiaohe opened his eyes, staggered and fell, and supported the ground with his elbows.

As the Book of Heaven says, when you enter the meditation, you will be tempered by the power of fire and ice. Then the soul is condensed into the soul, which can explore the void, which is extraordinary.

Almost for a moment, Mo Xiaohe felt that his body had settled down, and his soul was about to turn into a form, but he was frozen by two forces, one trying to beat himself back to his original form or even killing, and the other seemed to be trying his best to help himself.

To enter the determination is to enter the determination, and the extraordinary is to be extraordinary, in the Book of Heaven, these two inexplicable forces that have sprung up have never been mentioned.

If you can't defeat the power that stands in your way, you'll never stop at a martial artist.

Since Mo Xiaohe was born, he has felt that he is very ordinary.

Ordinary people on Shili Street, an ordinary person, have an ordinary sister, and then they just want to ride the world ordinarily, or keep the silence, and pass this life.

But for a moment, Mo Xiaohe really realized that there was indeed a huge secret hidden in his body, which made things so complicated.

A Cangsheng who suddenly appeared and was so good to himself, is he a passer-by? Can he really help him break through the extraordinary and snatch back Uncle Ying's soul?

My parents really didn't give birth to a sister. But his sister Mo Xiaoyan really doesn't regard herself as a younger brother? Looking back on the bits and pieces of the past fourteen years, it seems that the curtain is indeed cold, and every sentence is heartbreaking.

From the moment Lao Shrimp assassinated himself, it seemed that the whole world was revolving around him, and only he knew nothing.

This world continues to expand, so big that I can't imagine it.

With a sword and a thought, it seems that it can no longer sit still.

With a single thought, just take out a sword, then the power of this sword must be large enough.

At least big enough to defeat Xia Zhenren.

Mo Xiaohe retreated to the spirit ring space.

The room was still empty.

Outside the door, there was a man standing.