The belated secret of the Blood Purple Spirit is finally about to be revealed in this chapter, and I wish you all a happy April Fool's Day!

She looked at the mysterious power released on the sheepskin, and finally the mysterious force turned into a black ancient font, suspended on the sheepskin, which looked extremely wonderful.

Ying Xiangmian couldn't understand those words at all, so she hurriedly summoned the book spirit, and the book spirit also read the meaning of those ancient words very jerky, and they couldn't help but be attracted by the magical content inside.

When the spirit finished the last word, the handwriting and the sheepskin were reduced to ashes.

It turned out that the sheepskin recorded the mantra for using the Blood Purple Spirit, but only one-third of this mantra remained, and it was very incomplete.

And this mantra is called the "Dark Soul Mantra", which is very different from other martial arts, it does not require training, and it does not require the use of weapons as a means of attack.

Instead, it relies on the simple manipulation of the blood purple spirit in the head, and uses its ability to complete the mental attack on the enemy.

There is only one trick of the "Dark Soul Curse", that is, "Dark Soul", which makes the opponent's will disappear, so that you can kill people invisibly, which can not only destroy the will of the strong, but also control the thinking of the strong.

Ying Xiangmian can't imagine what a rebellious existence this will be!

"It's so good, this trick is really against the sky, doesn't this let the old lady cheat and kill people in the future? No, it's Lao Tzu who will be able to crisscross this continent in the future!"

Xiangmian thought about this mantra in her heart, and couldn't help but say to herself yearning on her face.

So, she immediately went home, meditated in her room, adjusted her mental state to the best, and then meditated in her mind constantly, and finally began to drive the power of the blood purple spirit.

She sat in her room without eating or drinking, and spent a full six days, and there was only one day left before the limit of human dehydration.

For six days, she kept reciting mantras and using her spiritual power.

At first, I felt very tired, but after I got the hang of it, I became more and more energetic.

It took a full six days to start cultivating.

By the time she finished cultivating, the purple flowers in the courtyard had bloomed, they were small purple flowers, so weak, but they covered the ground, and their vitality was extremely strong.

On the cucumber shelf above his head, there were only some shriveled old cucumbers left, and Mu Lang set up a small ladder and picked them all off to make dishwashing utensils.

As for An Zhi, who has long lived in Qingyuan, the affairs of Mianmian Qinfang are enough for her to worry about for a long time, and Xiangmian can't see her, but she is also happy.

The sunset dyed the tip of the mountain red, and after eating, he asked Mu Lang, how far has he practiced the Xuannu swordsmanship today.

Mu Lang only smiled silently, and then in the small courtyard full of candles, he danced the Heavenly Maiden Sword.

Looking at Mu Lang dancing like a fairy, it really hooks people's hearts, the light and flexible movements, and like a butterfly dancing, are pleasing to the eye.

Xiangmian couldn't help but admire: "Time flies so fast, Mulang has become a big girl." ”

Mu Lang, who was practicing swordsmanship, stopped his movements, looked back at Xiangmian, and asked happily, "Young Master, has I made great progress?"

Xiangmian nodded, walked over, helped Mu Lang comb his slightly messy hair, and then said, "What you practiced is much stronger than when I first practiced." ”

"It's getting late, don't work too hard to practice swords, let's go and rest early!"

"Mu Lang likes to practice swords, and he doesn't feel tired at all!" Mu Lang didn't know if it was because he was too tired from practicing, or because he was praised by others, his round face was flushed with a ruddy halo, just like a red apple on a tree.

"If you're not tired, you're practicing the trick of 'Xuannu is amazing' a few more times, I'll go out for a walk," Xiangmian said while touching Mu Lang's little head.

Mu Lang has two beautiful bow-like hairstyles on his head, which is particularly cute, which makes her, a young master who can't be a woman, envious for a long time.

"By the way, young master, the eldest young master of the Ye family came to you two days ago, and I saw that you were in retreat and cultivating, so I didn't tell you, you... You don't blame me, do you?"

Mu Lang said with a low head like a child who had done something wrong.

"Silly sister, what's the matter, but in the future, if Young Master Ben is not at the moment of life and death, don't be afraid to disturb me if there is anything, you must tell me, understand?"

Xiangmian put her hands on her back and said very seriously.

Mu Lang raised his beautiful eyes, looked at Xiangmian without blinking, lowered his head and said, "Young Master, I know." ”

Ye Shengge hadn't seen him for a long time, and Ying Xiangmian didn't know how much he missed him in his heart.

Since he returned to Qingyuan, except for peeking at his handsome father, there are few young handsome guys to watch.

And Mu Lang, the reason why she didn't call Xiangmian was entirely because she didn't like Ye Shengge, she still clearly remembered that in Taihu Restaurant, he injured the young master, and he didn't give the young master face.

However, the young master never seemed to care about the matter of face, Ye Shengge is the future head of the Ye family, both of them are men, it is estimated that he has too much heart.

She is just an ordinary-looking little maidservant, a gorgeous girl like An Zhi, she can't get into the eyes of the young master, it is already a great honor for her to stay by the young master's side, how can she compete for the position of being a regular wife and a flat wife.

Thinking of this, Mu Lang also corrected his mentality and began to correct his position.

Xiangmian left the house and walked in the direction of the night market.

However, she hadn't left home far before Ji Nian appeared around her with a few of the Qingyuan mercenary group's subordinates.

"Song Heng, where are you going?" Ji Nian stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"I want to go to the night market," Xiangmian replied by touching his patted shoulder, the way the man greeted him was a little painful.

"Then we'll go with you," Ji Nian said with a smile.

Ying Xiangmian didn't refuse, nodded, and let them go with them casually, anyway, tonight's expenses will fall on them, hehe.

As for the battle of Jinxuan Teahouse, she is now the key protection object of the chronicle.

And now she is already a celebrity in Xicheng in Dabie Mountain, and half of the sky is red, and many people recognize her as soon as she walks to the night market.

The people around her were talking about her, especially her kitchen knife killing methods, they were surprised, and some people who didn't know thought that Song Heng was a cook!

But with the good things she did, she can be regarded as a "kitchen knife hero", in short, it is much stronger than some people who make money to sell their reputation and reputation, and Xicheng, who is oppressed by the family, may really be a chivalrous person.