Li Mu, who absorbed a drop of half-spiritual liquid, was equivalent to more than seven years of penance cultivation in the Dream Dao Palace World, and at this time, his divine soul had already exceeded the number of ordinary people.

But if you want to use the debut method, you still can't do it, unless you are at the moment of life and death, you can force your potential, and forcibly drive it with your natal primordial god, so that it can barely work, such as the blind date when you subdue the evil dog.

Right now, he must be assisted by Zhentian Yin, but due to the restrictions of his natal soul, he can only vaguely sense some situations.

After absorbing the second drop of the complete spiritual liquid, his divine soul had grown a lot, and he was only half a foot away from the realm of cultivating one breath inside.

The first time the spiritual fluid was absorbed, the body was forcibly combed out of a narrow stream, and at this time, the second drop of spiritual fluid flowed smoothly along the previously widened veins, and the absorption was completed in an instant.

Where have everyone seen this kind of battle, only to see a burst of golden light shining around Li Mu's body, dazzling people's eyes, making people dare not look directly, and they all bowed their heads and gave birth to the illusion of wanting to worship.

Especially Chi Zhiheng, he was even more excited, and the secret way deserved to be a real person, which was extraordinary.

When the golden light dissipated, when they looked at Li Mu again, everyone's eyes were already very different.

"Disciple Li Mu, please Zhentian Seal Dharma Driver, please help the disciple again."

Li Mu ignored the burning eyes around him, but turned around and bowed to the Zhentian Seal behind the statue, and said something silently.

"Yes."

Once again, the method of tracing the edge of the front was extremely smooth.

It's like seeing it with your own eyes and experiencing it yourself.

He "stood" beside the man, and could hear even his words as he spoke.

Li Mu tried to communicate with his spirit, "May I ask where the donor is?" ”

Song Jialun is a sophomore in Xichuan Rongcheng, it was the last day of the May Day holiday, he and his classmates made an appointment to go out to play ball, and they were chatting in the car, when a voice suddenly came to his mind.

He didn't care, but smiled, "Chongzi, what are you doing, what kind of Taoist priest to speak, and where is the donor." ”

His classmate Chen Shaochong was stunned for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously, "What did I just say?" Isn't it just asking you if you've finished your homework? ”

Song Jialun wondered, "I obviously heard you say this just now?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the voice in his mind sounded again, "Don't panic, don't panic, it's Poor Dao who is talking to you in the air with his soul and mind." ”

"My mother~" Song Jialun heard it clearly this time, and he fell suddenly in fright, fell to the ground with his buttocks, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

This scene frightened Chen Shaochong a lot, and he stretched out his hand to help, but was avoided by Song Jialun.

Looking at his face again, it was like a Sichuan opera changing face, frowning and bitter for a while, and grinning and smirking for a while, as if he was crazy.

"Song Jialun~ What's wrong with you, don't scare me."

"I, I~"

Song Jialun had a feeling of laughing out loud at this time, as a book lover who often reads books on the China Literature Novel Network.

At this time, his mind was full of adventures, counterattacks, grandfathers and many other unreliable conjectures, and when he thought about it, he laughed out loud.

But after laughing for a while, his smile stopped abruptly, and he thought that he couldn't let others know about it, so he said with a stiff face, "It's okay, I'm fine." ”

The look on his face that wants to cover up is something that everyone can see.

Chen Shaochong looked confused and couldn't figure out the situation.

The people in the car were even more puzzled, thinking that they had met a madman.

Song Jialun didn't care about the strange eyes around him, and when he got up, he found a corner and stood up, and said in a low voice, "Hey~you~ Are you still there?" ”

But what made him dumbfounded was that the voice in his head didn't respond!

This can make Song Jialun so anxious~

But no matter how much he shouted to the heavens and the earth, there was no movement.

In the end, Song Jialun lay on the bus weakly, turning over and over a sentence, "Woo woo~ My grandfather is gone!" ”

"Ahem~ I didn't expect that the communication of the Divine Soul in the air would consume so much mana, and before I could say a few words, I was forcibly pulled out."

Li Mu's face was a little pale, and after some adjustments, he said to Liu Zuodong, "The donor is sincere, and the gods have a feeling, and I have informed you of your son's specific whereabouts, which is on a bus in Rongcheng, Xichuan Province, with a license plate xxxx!" ”

Before being pulled out, Li Mu finally saw the license plate number clearly.

Liu Zuodong was overjoyed, it's been fifteen years!

He finally knew the exact news of his son for the first time, and he couldn't wait to rush to Rongcheng and find the bus.

"Thank you for your help, I~" He shuddered, but he couldn't even say a word, he was so excited.

A few friends who came with him were completely convinced, if they vaguely said a rough address before, it was possible that Li Mu was pretending to be a ghost.

Now, if you can even say the specific license plate, it's not an ordinary miracle.

If you really find Lao Liu's fifteen-year-old son through this license plate, this is a miracle!

Just as they wanted to scramble to offer incense, there was a commotion outside the temple, "That Li Mu is not here, come out for me!" ”

It was Luo Baxian and his party who came, and before they went up the mountain, they went to the village committee, Li Dali didn't dare to offend him, but he wouldn't tear up the contract that had been signed.

After thinking about it, he simply took them up the mountain to talk to Li Mu, anyway, in Li Dali's opinion, this broken mountain is of little value, if Luo Ba is willing to pay a high price first, he doesn't mind persuading Li Mu to transfer the contracting right.

Li Mu heard the movement and came out to take a look, and said suspiciously, "Uncle Dali, who are they?" ”

"You are Li Mu?"

A small flat head who followed Luo Baxian came out disdainfully and said, "Baiyun Mountain is contracted by you?" ”

Li Dali hurriedly came up to explain, Li Mu looked at Luo Baxian, frowned and said, "It's me." ”

Xiao Pingtou was not polite at all, "It's good that it's you, this is our domineering brother, we have taken a fancy to this place, you hurry up and clean up and make a place." ”

Li Mu didn't laugh angrily, "Oh, then how much money are you going to pay?" ”

"You still want money?"

Xiao Pingtou spat on the ground, "It's your blessing that our domineering brother has taken a fancy to this place, hurry up and get out, don't force me to do it." ”

This set of empty gloves white wolf work, they can play well, just Roba Xian's battlefield, it was not he who won the bid earlier, but the people under his hands can dare to fight, and anyone who dares to compete with them has been beaten away.

The big bosses in the city are like this, not to mention that Li Mu, a small villager, was not taken seriously by Luo Ba at all.

"I dare to give, do you dare to ask for it?"

Li Mu was not angry at all, this kind of person was nothing more than a clown in his eyes.

"You're looking for death!"

Perhaps it was Li Mu's disdainful eyes that made Xiao Pingtou feel frustrated in his self-esteem.

Or maybe he was usually arrogant, so he would reach out and greet Li Mu in the face as he spoke.

But he is fast, Li Mu is faster......