"It seems that the necessary spur is really essential for young people......

Above the Nine Heavens, a figure in a dirty Taoist robe quietly looked at the world, his gaze fell on the interface where Mo Ye was, looking at the figure who was desperately cultivating the fragments of the Book of Heaven, with a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth.

"Disciple......" Lao Buxiu, who claimed to be a lonely lamp Taoist, looked serious at this time, as if he was facing a rare moment in his life at this time, "It seems that the time to see each other again is not far away......

"Before that, I have to prepare a great gift for you, a thing worthy of you. The Daoist's eyes were cold, and the void as far as his gaze could see collapsed.

His gaze was on some place in the northwest that was beyond the reach of mortals.

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"Young man, how does it feel to practice the 'Demon Seed'?" the Fire Qilin stood behind Mo Xie as they once again came to the stone wall with the strange image depicted.

After practicing the fragments of the Book of Heaven for a period of time, the fighting spirit in Mo Xie's body has reached a considerable level, and the martial arts of the West are easier to achieve faster than the martial arts of the East, but the martial arts of the West eat all the "rice of youth", and to a certain extent, the cultivation of the Western martial arts will accelerate its own aging.

Rapid martial arts has such a price, but it is obvious that after eating, at this time, Mo Ye is enough to overturn the first hand under his command without relying on mental power, if it is placed in the Eastern martial arts, if this person is not a genius, then he must have practiced evil law.

"It feels very bad...... Mo Xie said, the rapidly growing Dou Qi cultivation made him much worse in terms of control, and sometimes he could make two deep footprints on the ground with both feet after performing a gong.

The ferocity of the fighting spirit can be seen, especially the most primitive fighting spirit cultivated on the fragments of the "Book of Heaven", the most primitive and unwashed rage.

This kind of exercise is not something that humans should practice at all, it should be an exercise practiced by apes, and only that level of physical body can restrain the fighting spirit in the body without being hurt back.

Mo Ye thought so, to a large extent, he guessed correctly.

In ancient times, there were werewolves in the West, and they were the first to realize the fighting spirit from the fragments of the Book of Heaven, and a large part of those figures on the stone walls were not humans, and only used human shapes for beauty and simplicity.

Vindictiveness and magic, also born from the Book of Heaven, were the dominant colors of the era, and the latter was exactly what was described behind the single picture on the stone wall.

Mo Ye looked at the images that represented magic, that is, the figures of a person dancing with a blue ball of light.

"Then what are you still cultivating it for?" The Fire Qilin has been with these murals for I don't know how many years, and he always wants to get negative information about things that are useless to him, so that it can more or less gain a certain psychological balance - fortunately, I can't use it.

"There are strong enemies who will come here, and every increase in strength is good. "Mo Xiedao, Lin Ming agrees with him on this point, and at the same time, he is also very happy to communicate with the Qilin.

He flooded his spiritual power over like a tide, and at this time, the huge flame representing the spiritual body of the fire qilin from the perspective of spiritual power was constantly scorching and evaporating the dark spiritual power of Linming, and a trace of impurities dissipated with the evaporation of the spiritual power itself.

No matter who the spiritual power is, there are impurities, the difference is only the amount of impurities, as a "absorbing memory" has been upgraded to a lot of levels, the spiritual power is mixed. Although his spiritual power is amazing, if he uses all his spiritual power as a shield and Mo Ye's entire spiritual power as a spear, then it must be a shield that is broken.

Mo Xie posed according to the first picture on the stone wall, while meditating on the blue ball between his arms like the little man in the picture.

Nothing happened, except for a spark that slightly burst between Mo Ye's hands.

"......" Mo Ye looked at his hands speechlessly, not knowing whether he was surprised that he had such an obvious achievement when he first touched magic, or he was sighing that his spiritual power was so high that he could only emit a spark - and it was in front of the divine beast Fire Qilin.

"Tut-tut......" The fire qilin quietly wagged its tail, and there was a hint of evil smile on its hideous face that Mo Ye could not see, but it was quickly masked by a yawn.

This yawn was not intentional on purpose, but Lin Ming used its spiritual power as a dryer, making its spiritual power consume extremely fast.

"Let's practice slowly, the old man will go to sleep first, you will bear the ...... first when trouble comes" The fire qilin did not pay attention to the enemy who came to the door, and the arrogance of the divine beast could be seen.

"Okay......" Lin Ming is really "reluctant to give up" to the fire qilin, such a "spiritual power purifier" is quite easy to use.

"Have a good dream......," Lin Ming added, and at the same time sent out a spiritual force to let the spirit body of the fire qilin roast them dry.

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This is the tenth day that Nie Feng has been a "widower", and at this time, he has finally recovered some of the heroic posture of the "god of the wind" in the past.

The most obvious point is that he hasn't been drinking again in the last day or two.

Or rather, there is no alcohol to drink.

I don't know when it started, the rivers and lakes seem to have formed a tacit understanding about the existence of Lingyun Cave - there is no gang within a hundred miles of Lingyun Cave, and the monk temple is not taboo, but the monk temple will not sell wine, and most of the wine of ordinary people is brewed roughly, and it is drunk like vinegar.

"This is the Lingyun Cave, Daddy's burial place......" Seeing the cave on the edge of the Big Buddha from a distance, Nie Feng was a little uneasy, and he suddenly had a crazy idea in his heart......

The goshawk and the bat, who were standing behind him and were secretly ordered by the male bully to kill him, heard Nie Feng's tone, and their hearts tightened, and they heard the gloomy meaning from this voice, but then they laughed - a dying person, nothing to fear.

Compared with the time point in the original book, this time they advanced the time of poisoning, and they have quietly poisoned Nie Feng's diet along the way, but it is strange and light-hearted, and Nie Feng is absent-minded, so he has not been aware of it.

Nie Feng jumped, at this time the other person was still on the boat and the boat was still more than fifty meters away from the shore, if such a distance jumped was the goshawk behind Nie Feng and fell into the water, it would be a certain end.

It's just that after Nie Feng jumped more than 20 meters, his toes were on the surface of the water, and his body miraculously floated forward for a while, and his toes made a layer of ripples on the water.

Nie Feng was dressed in white, and it was really indescribably elegant. He jumped ashore after two clicks on the water, and this set of extremely chic movements fell into the eyes of the goshawk and bat behind him, which made the latter's eyes show a trace of unbearability.

This elegant body and such a heroic young man are destined to be buried in the dark cave, and even the two who are used to being killers can't help but have the urge to sigh.

In these years, having a good skin is really different.

This face-watching Jianghu......