In the pitch-black black hole, the dog's egg is like a fallen leaf, fluctuating. And the golden beads in his dantian were like fireflies, flashing and flashing. There is no passage of time, no touch of space, silence from the world. If it weren't for the fact that the dog has become accustomed to loneliness, if he is a normal person, he is afraid that he has gone crazy.

The dog was waiting for his own death, perhaps as the man called Yeling said, it was a blessing to die in his hands, but this slow death was more torturous to him than death, knowing that he was going to die but not knowing when he would die, what a fuck up. Time is passing quietly, and I don't know that in the past few days, the wounds on the dog's body have healed and recovered as before. The expected death has not come, and the dog can't help but be lonely.

Since you won't be able to die for a while, let's study this magical bead. Now he is completely sure that this bead is definitely the basis for him to survive now, and it is even possible to get out. "Get out" Dogan shook his head, and the naïve thought disappeared.

The Yin Power of the Moldy God Seed that was originally full in his body was already empty at this moment, "These damn bastards are like locusts crossing the border," the dog scolded viciously. What should I do? Dogan scratched his ears and cheeks, kept thinking, the methods that could be used here seem to be a little useless, I really can't think of anything, the dogs stomped their feet angrily, thinking, really as the bastard said, born in the wrong place, this earth is called the disaster of the seven continents, but it really lives up to its name. As if he had thought of something, but couldn't describe it, the dog repeated the words he had just said over and over again, and stopped at the four words of the Calamity.

"Wow, I finally found a way by the master," Goudan said excitedly. Originally, there was a record in the ancient books left by the first generation of mold gods, the mold was naturally formed by the beginning of the heaven and earth, and the earth was divided into nine parts, and the earth was unique to the mold source, and the mold source was affected, and the disasters were frequent, so it was called the disaster of the universe. Later, the first generation of mold god accidentally felt the existence of the mold source, so the mold god decided to absorb the fusion mold source, and finally those mold sources that were absorbed and fused were called the seeds of the mold god, in order to ensure that the mold source does not pose a danger to the human body, so the first generation of mold god will absorb and fuse the mold source into two, one for the yang, one for the yin, the two coexist harmoniously, to ensure that the human body is normal and not interfered with by the outside world. And after the mold source was absorbed and fused by the first generation of mold gods, the mold source body actually dissipated in the earth universe by itself, and merged with the earth universe and turned into bad luck. Now, he was just sucked away by the mold god fusion of the mold source, and the original mold source still exists.

Because he had fused the Yin Force with the Qi Luck of the Earth Heaven before, he actually still carried the Heaven and Earth Mildew Qi on his body, but it was not as pure as before, and it was not so easy to absorb. The only way now is to use your own bad luck as an introduction to induce the bad luck in the vitality of the earth and the earth, and rely on the mold god to purify these external bad luck, promote it to form mildew, and finally introduce the mildew into the body, and use your own dantian as a seed to reopen a new source of mildew. And this will also mean that his future path will be ten thousand times more dangerous.

But fortunately, after the mold source of the earth is scattered into the Celestial Universe, the mildew weakens and becomes much softer, and the difficulty of the dog's purification and fusion has also decreased a lot, but it's a pity that the first generation of mold gods worked hard to absorb the seeds of the mold gods that were fused, and they were captured by other universes, although only half, but after all, it was also what the first mold gods left to themselves, and the dog swore in his heart that one day he would take it back.

Strength, or strength! The dog clenched his fists, and the bones rattled. The dog did not delay, and immediately acted when he had a way, carefully guiding his bad luck into the body, the original empty forehead, several black marks appeared in the hall, and the range of the mark was also increasing, and later, the whole person of the dog was covered with black marks. "No, no wonder I can be recognized by the seed of the mold god left by the first generation of mold gods, it turns out that Lao Tzu was born with mold body" The dog grinned.

The so-called "mold body" is born to endow, unlike other physiques that can rely on the continuation of the bloodline, if other people know what kind of physique they are, regardless of the strength of the physique, the heart will always feel satisfied, after all, this is what ordinary people can't look forward to, but the only "mold body" is that everyone avoids it, lest they be contaminated. Because in the past, people who were contaminated with "mold" or who were "mold" themselves often had trouble with everything, unless their own realm was higher than that of "mold", they could resist most of the bad luck by their own cultivation realm. However, if the cultivation is lower than the "moldy body", the body will be dead, and the body will be disabled. The other physiques seem to be born in this heaven and earth, and they are treated inhumanely, but only this "moldy body" is like a stepmother's raising, all kinds of difficulties, if it is not for the tenacity of the heart, there is no possibility of even growing up. This is also the reason why in the rolling history, there is no "mold" that has grown. If it weren't for the fact that the dog egg was framed to death in his previous life thousands of years ago, I am afraid that he would be called the first "mold body" in the world to live to the realm of the Imperial Dao, but unfortunately it fell after all, but fortunately, he died not completely enough.

Knowing all the things he had encountered from his previous life to this life, Goudan had an urge to scold the sky in his heart, "Xiao Ye just wanted to be an ordinary person from the beginning, but in his previous life, he was forced by life and others to embark on the road of cultivation, and crawled back from the edge of life to death again and again along the way, picking up half a life. I finally met the person I liked, but I didn't expect to be poisoned alive on the wedding night, but fortunately, I was reborn in life, but I encountered the persecution of life, and the soul of the emerald flower that was infatuated with myself was scattered in the hands of his predecessor. At this moment, everything is beyond the control of the dog's egg, and the "mold" that is opened is like a person who has been thirsty in the desert for a few days and is on the verge of death, and the bad luck that has been introduced is like a rain, giving the "mold" vitality.

Gradually, a drop of mildew finally emerged in the dantian of the dog's egg, this mildew is obtained after the purification and melting of bad luck in the earth, extremely pure, the cultivated tree that has been moistened in the dantian is thriving, but the previous few leaves have long been gone at this moment, leaving a bare trunk, just like a bald middle-aged man. This can make the dog in a state of excitement instantly frightened into a cold sweat. What I am most afraid of, the cultivation tree is the origin of human cultivation, so that you can communicate with heaven and earth, and increase your strength with the power of heaven and earth.

And now, once the Cultivation Tree is destroyed, he really has nothing left, and his death will probably be in a moment. Goudan was thinking hard about what was wrong with the link, and recalled the records in the ancient books over and over again, for fear of missing half a point, and confessed the life that was in his hands again.

But how did he know that this ancient book record was just a precedent, or even a conjecture, and it was completely untrue, and the poor dog didn't know the truth that "believing in a book is better than having no book". I really can't think of the slightest reason for the dog to give up, anyway, things have become like this, then continue to practice according to this method, anyway, it is just death, early death and late death.

The pitch-black black hole doesn't know where its end is, like a vat of rice noodles, and the dog egg is a grain of rice in this vat, too small. The dog egg is still purifying the bad luck, and this black hole is full of bad luck attracted by the dog egg from the earth, like an assembly line machine, the mysterious bad luck is carefully compressed, purified, purified, absorbed, every step is careful, for fear of another accident, for a person who is afraid of death, things about life are done much more carefully than ordinary people.

Gradually, from one drop, to two, to three, to four..... Finally stopped at nine drops, at this moment the dog's whole body was soaked with sweat, looking at the mildew like mercury in the dantian, the dogan showed a relieved smile. As long as there is more mildew, he does not believe that the monastic tree will not grow leaves again.

Goudan slowly poured the mildew controlled by his mind on the cultivation tree, a few drops, no reaction occurred, Goudan was a little deflated in his heart, and the unimaginable ending seemed to be approaching him step by step. "No matter, fight!" The dog finally poured the last drop of mildew into it, and a miracle happened, the originally bare monastic tree actually bloomed at this moment, which was really eye-opening, this thing was simply unheard of, and there was no record in the ancient books.

And the golden beads under the cultivation tree have also grown a little at this moment, and the luster on it is even more dazzling, and there is a faint unknown energy transmitted into the cultivation tree from it, which can be regarded as a harmonious coexistence between the two. Maybe it was the cultivation tree that tasted the sweetness of unknown energy, and actually sucked it hard, a large stream of unknown energy flowed down the roots and branches into the trunk, and the flowers that had just bloomed were gradually withering at this moment, which made the dog's heart beat seven times and eight times when he was paying attention to this wonderful change, "Little ancestor, don't make trouble" Goudan's heart sent to the cultivator tree to kneel down and beg grandpa to tell grandma.

After the flower withered, there were misty gray fruits hanging on the tree, and if you counted them carefully, there were only three, it was really a tree that would not give birth to cubs, and the dog scolded in his heart. The golden bead lost a lot of energy and became dim, as if it had just given birth, which made the dog want to laugh a little, anyway, it was all his own, and no one would lose.

Goudan took a breath and found that the strength of the original seventh layer of the Mortal Realm had fallen to the third layer, but the strength given to him by these three layers was not at all compared to the previous seven layers, this is probably the value of the original mildew, and his future will be immeasurable in the future. "His grandmother's first thought it was a good thing," Dogan said with a lewd grin.