"These are by no means animal eyes!"

A message quickly fed back into his brain.

In the Xuan Demon Continent, he had killed too many demon beasts and demonic beasts, but the eyes of any animal were not as cold as the eyes in front of him, these were eyes that only ghost cultivators had, "But how can there be ghost cultivators here?"

"If it's not a ghost cultivator, it must be a yin ghost!"

He didn't know what this kind of thing was called in the mortal world in front of him, but he knew that the Xuan Demon Continent called this kind of thing a ghost. People have souls, and if people die, their souls will become yin souls and will automatically enter reincarnation, but there are also some ghost cultivators who use special exercises to imprison these yin souls and improve their cultivation by devouring them. It's just that the conditions for the formation of the yin soul are extremely harsh, and if it is not specially raised, it will not take three days after death for the yin spirit to dissipate.

The nurtured Yin Souls can also devour each other, which forms a hierarchical classification of Yin Souls, from level one to level nine, just like demon beasts.

The yin spirit in front of him is definitely more than level two.

A Yin Soul that exceeds the second level is similar to the first-level demon beast in the Xuan Demon Continent, which is equivalent to the quenching period of human monks. If it was Mu Ping's heyday, he moved his little finger and a fireball technique passed, and he could immediately destroy a large area, but now, this body has not yet entered the quenching period, and when he encounters this kind of thing, there is no other way than to fight hard and then run away.

Fortunately, he still has spiritual power, and he has practiced spiritual power exercises......

In a cramped, cramped living room on the fifth floor of a faintly visible yellow-colored building, a woman in her fifties walked back and forth, the dim light shining on her body, reflecting the wrinkles on her face even deeper, and the gray hair on the top of her head shimmered in the light.

"Mom, don't worry, Dad has already taken my uncle to find it, my brother will definitely be fine!"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl walked over, gently held the woman's arm, and whispered comfortingly. The girl is wearing a white shirt on her upper body, and a pair of white-washed jeans on her lower body, which is not outstanding, but she is also very delicate and dignified, especially the youthful atmosphere on her body, which makes the air in the living room have a touch of sweet taste.

"Alas, I don't know what's wrong, Mom always feels restless this day, as if something is going to happen, nothing will happen to your brother, right?"

"Isn't it just a make-up lesson for a child, what can happen? Mom, you don't have to worry about it. ”

The girl poured a glass of water and handed it to the woman, who took a sip and put it on the one that had been propped up by a dictionary

One leg, on a dirty glass coffee table.

"I complain about Mom, your brother is also about to go to college, I just knew to buy him a mobile phone. ”

"My brother's tuition is still 3,000 short......"

The girl suddenly found herself talking and glanced at the woman, her expression a little gloomy.

"Alas, it's all my mother's illness that dragged me down, and it's a sin. ”

The woman lowered her head, and her expression was very lonely......

"Mom, don't say that, my brother and I have hands and feet, everything will be fine, won't it?"

The girl shook her right fist.

"Alas!" the woman sighed and shook her head slightly.

The living room fell silent and the air became oppressive for no reason......

"Mu Ping—"

"Ping'er—"

When Mu Ping was thinking about how to deal with this ghost, the shouts of two men suddenly came faintly from the top of the mountain.

That yin spirit seemed to have just given birth to a little spiritual intelligence, and he was stunned when he heard it.

Now is the time!

Mu Ping had already prepared to fight hard, and as soon as he saw that the yin soul was distracted, his spiritual power moved, and a wind blade flew out with a swish, and with the sound of the wind, he slashed towards the yin spirit.

"Poof!"

Mu Ping opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, this physical body is still too weak, it does not match his strong spiritual power at all, just such a sudden, it makes him feel dizzy, he has no doubt, if he didn't control the strength of his spiritual power, just now, this physical body is in danger of bursting its head. But even so, he felt three capillaries burst in his head, and blood gushed out. He used his mental power to get that blood pressure back.

"Whew-"

That yin soul obviously didn't guard against Mu Ping and this hand, although it was something of no substance, but in the face of the attack mixed with the spiritual power wind blade, it still didn't dodge, and was immediately struck by Mu Ping's divine soul knife, and its body was split into two halves, and then although it was closed, it was also a lot darker, it let out a roar that only Mu Ping could hear, and turned around and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

"What is this?"

Although the yin spirit ran away, an almost transparent shadow remained in place, and Mu Ping reached out and pinched it in his hand.

"Is this a Yin Soul that hasn't been completely devoured?"

Mu Ping recognized it at once, what he was holding in his hand was a person who had not been there

A second-level yin soul was completely devoured, and just when he was stunned, a stream of information poured into his brain, and the black translucent shadow seemed to have completed its final mission, and it suddenly drifted away.

Mu Ping, a fresh graduate of Fencheng No. 1 High School, loves sanda, has just received the admission notice of Lincheng University, his father Mu Yongzhong, is an ordinary salesman of a company, his mother Zhang Yan, who has been ill for many years, and his sister Mu Xin is in the third year of high school......

"It turned out to be this flesh soul! To his delight, the owner of this body is also named Mu Ping, which is really a bit of a coincidence!"

Mu Ping scratched the back of his head and smiled.

"Mu Ping—"

"Ping'er—"

"Feelings, this is the family looking for their own predecessor!"

Because of the fusion of some of Mu Ping's memories, he could easily understand the language of this mortal world, and he could hear the two people who called his name, one was Mu Ping's father Mu Yongzhong, and the other was his uncle Zhang Bo. And the mortal planet he came to is called Earth, and the country where he is located is called Huaxia.

"Since you are fortunate enough to be reborn, let's live here for a while, and then find a way to return to the Xuan Demon Continent. ”

In an instant, Mu Ping made a decision. He stretched out his torn clothes and crawled to the top of the mountain with a cane.

"Huh, what is this?"

Halfway up the mountain, he suddenly saw a half-foot-tall grass glowing faintly in the night.

"How can there be a Frost Grass here?"

Ji Frost Grass is a first-level spiritual grass in the cultivation world, and its main effect is to increase the probability of a body quenching cultivator advancing to a qi cultivation cultivator, and under normal circumstances, it can increase by thirty percent.

The elixir with Ji Frost Herb as the main medicine is called Ji Frost Pill, which can strengthen the root bones and stimulate the monk's own potential.

Every world is the same, not everyone in the Xiuzhen Continent can cultivate the exercises, and there are some ordinary people, and these ordinary people can buy all kinds of pills to stimulate their spiritual roots, although they can't vacate the land in the end, they can also cultivate to build a foundation and barely protect themselves.

Mu Pingyuan is the Nine Rank Dan Emperor of the Xuan Demon Continent, and it can be said that he is particularly familiar with the medicinal properties of each spirit grass, and now he only takes a glance and knows that this is a Ji Frost Grass, and it is also a Ji Frost Grass that is almost ripe.

"Is this the rhythm of someone giving pillows when you want to sleep?"

He threw away the crutch in his right hand, walked up to the Ji Frost Grass in three steps and two steps, carefully picked up the soil with both hands, and dug out the first-grade spirit grass by the roots.

(End of chapter)