The end of winter in Jiuxiao Peak is still green, Mu Jun and Shenwu take a walk along the path of Jiuxiao, and the two talk about family life. Mu Jun told Samwu about the various customs of the mortal world, and when he talked about the late winter and early spring, the mortal world called it the New Year. Just three hundred and sixty-five days is not a long time for mortals, sad or happy. In the old year, any things that went wrong would take a breath during this time, regroup your mood, and set off in the new year with great expectations.

For Samwu, who has experienced 10,000 years, he feels incredible, but he has infinite emotion: mortals can comprehend life and re-enter reincarnation in just a hundred years. Many monks have long years, but it is difficult for them to comprehend the various aspects of life. In this way, it is really difficult to define, whether it is the luck of a mortal or the luck of a monk.

Hearing this, Mu Jun agreed very much, in her previous life, she was an ordinary mortal, but in just a few decades, she experienced thousands of sails, regretted all kinds of regrets in her heart, and often lamented that time passed too quickly. is about to die, but there is great relief, and I feel that this life can be regarded as contentment. Forgive everything in the past, just because you know that this life has passed like this, why bother, why bother!

In this life, he has a spiritual root and stepped into the path of immortals, and after more than ten years, he only has a few scenes when he thinks about it, and his life is pure and simple. In this world, you only need to pursue your own path, and if you move forward, you can be the same age as heaven and earth.

Seventeen-year-old Mu Jun finally practiced the twelfth layer of Qi to perfection, and Sam Wu minded that she would find a suitable time to retreat and build the foundation. Before leaving, he handed her a fist-sized transparent jade bottle, which was a light blue starlight thing, and Samwu told her that it was called 'Xingwu'.

A disciple in the Seven Thousand Year Sect exchanged three thousand points for a strange object, but no one in the sect knew what it was used for, including that disciple. Mu Jun held the bottle in embarrassment, didn't he know the purpose of the precious thing to give himself a tyrannical thing?

Sam Wu stroked his beard mysteriously and said: The old man thinks that this thing is related to you.

Mu Jun asked curiously, and Sam Wu waved his hand and left in the form of a tall man. Mu Jun pinched the bottle and expressed his doubts about Shenwu for the first time, these masters say what fate they say at every turn, and the ghost knows what fate is. If they could all be counted, there would not be only a handful of monks in this world who have ascended to the upper realm.

In early summer, the nine-waisted flowers bloom in full bloom, and you can smell the sweet fragrance everywhere. Tuanzi walked around the mountain and found that this year's spirit plants all looked very energetic, and many of them had branches and leaves. Shen Wu stood in front of the huge spiritual planting array, feeling the rich wood spiritual power gathered in the array, Xiao Mu Jun has been in retreat here for five months, calculating the time, and the foundation is built in these days.

Mu Jun was sitting cross-legged in the array, his spiritual power was running at high speed, the wood spiritual power in the upper, middle and lower three dantian was thick into spiritual liquid, and the foreign spiritual energy was still swarming in, Mu Jun felt the narrowness and crowding of the spiritual veins for the first time. With both hands, he crossed his knees and wrote the 'sheng' character text over and over again in the sea of knowledge. Before her retreat, Samwu had pointed out that the Celestial Wood Spiritual Root was born, and she had to strengthen her belief in her path when she built the foundation.

Nine is the ultimate perfection in the world of cultivation, just like the fox clan in the demon clan, if it is the nine-tailed, it will ascend. If Mu Jun can comprehend these nine lives, he will be able to attain the attainment of the Mahayana Enlightenment. Sometimes I think about it, Mu Jun was extremely lucky, when he was practicing qi, he met such a powerful guide as Shenwu, and the journey was extremely smooth. According to Samwu, this is Mu Jun's chance.

Nine gray 'sheng' characters swirl around Mu Jun. Mu Jun stared at one of the 'sheng', copying it over and over again, faintly oozing pale gold. Seeing this scene, Mu Jun was overjoyed, and the nine divine senses tightly bound this 'life' character text.

A drop of blood flew out from the ring finger of his left hand, wrapped in spiritual power and floating in the air, Mu Jun's hands with his eyes closed quickly pinched, and the surrounding wood spiritual power quickly condensed into one hundred and eight pale golden 'wood' characters, which hung in the air. Mu Jun's Nine Dao Divine Consciousness was bound to the blood of the heart that was still hanging in the air, and he quickly pulled the blood of the heart, as if in less than a breath, the blood of the heart was drawn into the character of 'Sheng'.

The red blood flowed along the runes, and the one hundred and eight 'wood' characters that hung in the air slowly turned and moved closer to the 'sheng'. The first 'wooden' character text, touching the 'sheng' character text, was dodged by the 'sheng' character text.

Another 'wooden' character approached 'sheng' from behind, and it dodged again. As if its two rejections had angered many 'wood' characters, one hundred and eight 'wooden' characters quickly gathered into a circle, surrounding 'sheng' until it could no longer dodge. A 'wood' character text quickly drilled into the flowing blood, and the 'sheng' jumped up and down, but it was still suppressed by the 'wood' character text, but the ten breaths were all melted into the 'sheng' character text.

After the last 'wood' character text melted into the 'sheng', the surrounding wood spiritual power instantly froze, and the next breath swarmed, fusing into the 'sheng' character script one after another. It wasn't until the bright red 'life' rune turned pale gold that it slowed down.

Tuanzi stood on Shenwu's shoulder, tilted his head and looked at it for a while, before muttering to himself: "Xiao Mujun was led 'astray' by you!"

"That's a mistake," Shen Wu's small eyes hidden behind his big nose flashed: "There are thousands of avenues, and all laws are one, so there is no need to mind so." ”

"Does Xiao Mujun know that this mental method is from the spiritual planting realm?" Xiao Tuanzi looked at the spiritual planting array shrouded in spiritual power.

"She'll know. Sam Wu stroked his beard and said leisurely.

"You are cheating," Tuanzi stretched out his meat wings and poked Shenwu's head: "Xiao Mujun will pull out your Yuan Body to alchemy." ”

"Oh, hehe......" Samwu's eyes swept over, and the ball withdrew his flesh wings with a sigh, and buried his head in it, pretending to be dead.

Seventy thousand miles away, in the soul hall of the main peak of the clouds, a soul lamp swaying with emerald flames, the flame heart slowly flowed. The soul coiled on the head of the column opened its red giant eyes, and the giant twisted, and in a breath, it appeared in front of the soul lamp, and the giant eyes stared at the soul lamp that was circulating in the flame heart. In less than two breaths, a young man appeared next to Zang Dusk, holding his chin in his hand, and stretched out a finger to point at the flame heart: "It seems that she is building a foundation, calculating the time, seven years have passed, too lazy." The young man pursed his lips, and a sentence passed through his heart: I want to build a foundation at the age of fourteen, that is......

It was a very melancholy thing, the foundation was built too early, and the body was set before it had grown up, and Zang Du felt that this was the biggest mistake in thousands of years, and there was no one. If it is three or four years later, or even four or five years later, and grows into a great man, how many fairies will be attracted into the arms, think about it......

The soul beside Zang Twilight, who glanced at Zang Twilight with his giant eyes and was dreaming again, could not hide his contempt, he came like this every ten years, he was not annoyed, it was annoying.

Mu Jun's divine sense passed through the broken spiritual veins, and the golden 'sheng' character script flew towards her lower dantian, floating in the lower dantian. Countless 'sheng' characters passed through the spiritual veins, entered the upper dantian through the Ren veins, and quickly repaired the broken spiritual veins where they passed.

When passing through the middle dantian, two Xuan Ghost Species suddenly stretched out black vines and swept away several 'sheng' characters, dragging them back into their bodies. Mu Jun's divine sense condensed into a whip, and when he pulled it, the Xuan Ghost shook and reluctantly spit out a few times, and then no matter how Mu Jun smoked, they shook their bodies, but they didn't vomit halfway. Mu Jun was speechless, so he had to go with them.

When the last 'sheng' character text returned to the lower dantian, the spiritual power in the spiritual veins quickly condensed into spiritual liquid, replacing the gas-like spiritual power, and wandered all over the body, Mu Jun exhaled lightly: The foundation has been built.

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The editor let it be on the shelves today, and I owe a lot, so this chapter will be issued to the public!