"Is that also the entrance to the spiritual path? But how can the entrance to the spiritual dew be here?"

Xiao Wuyou couldn't think of a connection between them, but he couldn't think of it, so he didn't think about it. After sleeping, he has a lot of energy. He released his mind again and found that he was still in the same place. That is, he walked tens of thousands of miles, or even thousands of miles, all in the same place.

However, those who pursue themselves seem to have left. They only let out faint breaths. It seems that there are still people who do not give up. They wanted to find themselves, but there were not a few dozen of them. For Xiao Wuyou, it was not easy to escape from their encirclement.

"Forced me to go to hell once, this account, it's time to settle it......" Xiao Wuyou said with a wry smile.

......

Duan Ling didn't choose to enter the fairyland, but he didn't leave the deep forest either. There was no reason, but he always felt that Xiao Wuyou must still be in the forest.

It's been three months since Wonderland disappeared. During these three months, none of the martial artists who entered the fairy realm appeared, as if they had really gone to another world, but they could simply step into the divine realm. In retrospect, no matter how it may seem, it wasn't true.

But whether it's true or not, he misses it. There is no point in regretting it. It's best to keep looking for opportunities he's almost met before. Of course, this opportunity is not worth worrying about.

When this meteorite pavilion breaks the records of many of its peers, it will inevitably be criticized and even offended by many of its dead owners. At that time, it could be difficult to move forward in the meteorite pavilion. If you want to change that, you just need to catch the little nothing.

It's only been three months. He had turned over the dense forest several times, but he still hadn't found any trace of it. At the beginning, thousands of martial artists were still looking for little martial artists like him. The armed army was less than 50 people. There seem to be a lot of them, but compared to this dense forest, it is too scattered. If he was Xiao Wuyou himself, he might have escaped death.

Without working hard every day, he was already frustrated. Facing the silent forest, he also gradually felt that Xiao Wu might have really entered the fairyland, or he might not have been here, but the world is huge, where can I find Xiao Wuyou, but there is no way to start.

When Duan Ling was about to give up, a fairy-like figure appeared and hurried into the distance. Although the figure only appeared for a moment in his divine sense, he could not forget the familiar feeling. The ecstatic figure immediately ran out of his physical method, quickly drove him away, and said with a wild smile: "Can't help it?

"Haha, little Goku, you are the first person I have ever seen so arrogant and ignorant. In this case, let me tell you that in the face of absolute power, there is no talent. After three laughs, Duan Ling's eyes were filled with cold murderous thoughts.

He didn't plan to kill Xiao Wuyou directly, but it was inevitable that he would bring some unforgettable pain to the other party.

The blue light on Duan Ling's hand was very faint, and a blue bow appeared on her hand. The lines of the soul are everywhere, with a beautiful and dazzling light. When Duan Ling held the blue bowstring and pulled it back, a dark blue light slowly condensed, and an ice-blue light arrow appeared.

"The Blue Crystal Water Bow is a heaven-level soul with three hundred spirit lines. "It's good to be immersed in the artistic conception," Xiao Wuyou said with an appreciative eye, looking at the long blue bow.

Soul mode is a trait that a warrior can have. By observing the number and fluctuation of soul forms, it is possible to determine the level of the soul and the state of mind of the family members.

Martial Army-level monks can condense up to 999 soul patterns. Duan Ling was in the 25th Heaven of Martial Monarch, and he could condense three hundred soul patterns. He can better understand the spiritual conception of the military army entering and exiting in the air. He is already a very proud person, and this is where he can't afford the name of Little Wu You.

However, Xiao Wuyou is still in the light of the blue arrow. In the next second, a black shadow and a gray shadow appeared on little Uyu's body. At the same time, the war in his eyes is escalating. His eyes became fanatical, and he smiled and said, "I don't know if your blue crystal water bow is powerful, or if my soul is strong. ”

It turned out that Duan Ling looked at Xiao Wuyou with a joking expression. As the two spirits come together, the joke begins to become solemn, then solemn to surprised, and finally from surprised to shocked. He didn't believe what he saw.

"Three hundred soul lines, impossible!" Duan Ling shouted.

In the void soul, in the eyes of samsara, there is a condensed soul pattern. At that time, the number of soul patterns was almost the same as Duan Ling's. They are all three hundred soul patterns. The quantity of soul patterns is equivalent to the quality of soul power, that is to say, the quality of Xiao Wuyou's soul power is generally the same as that of Wu Jun in 25 days.

What shocked Duan Ling even more was that apart from these three hundred soul patterns, he couldn't feel Xiao Wuyou's spiritual aura at all. He absolutely didn't believe that until the fifteenth heaven of Wu Jun, Xiao Wuyou didn't even understand half of Wu Soul's artistic conception, there was only one possibility, that is, Xiao Wuyou understood Wu Soul's artistic conception, which was higher than his ecstasy.

This is absolutely impossible for Duan Ling. You should know that the artistic conception of Wu Soul is not a container for the soul. As long as you inject the vitality of heaven and earth into it, the spirit will grow automatically. To elevate the artistic conception of Wu Soul to a small level, it will take decades or even hundreds of years.

Now that he is over 500 years old, he can understand two souls. Among his peers in the Meteorite Palace, there were no more than ten people than him. But as far as he knew, Xiao Wuyou was not even a hundred years old now. At this age, he can understand more than his spirit. It's a terrible talent.

"Is this the power of yin? I have to get it, I have to!"

After the fright, Duan Ling's eyes became hot and stinging. He attributed Xiao Wuyou's ability to obtain such a high-level Wu Soul Artistic Conception to the gods he had obtained in the Silver Moon Cave, and he could imagine that if he obtained the gods, his strength would definitely soar several times.

From Duan Ling's eyes, Xiao Wuyou knew what the other party was thinking, but he didn't intend to and couldn't explain the miracles on his body. He was different from the other monks. For him, except for the seven emotions and six desires and the thunderous major tune that he initially understood, the other emotions were actually not his own.

Duan Ling couldn't see through Xiao Wuyou's martial soul artistic conception, because Xiao Wuyou really didn't have an artistic conception, or his artistic conception was hidden in the eyes of reincarnation, nothingness, and immortals. The artistic conception of these martial spirits, unlike other monks, is not revealed, but only hidden in their own martial souls.

He is a monster who doesn't need to bother to understand Wu Soul's artistic conception. As long as he can unlock the seal of the Eye of Reincarnation, he will be able to use the artistic conception of the Wu Soul in the world to his heart's content. Duan Ling is a sacrifice when the Fourth Seal opens the Eye of Reincarnation.

Duan Ling's figure kept retreating. At the same time, the light arrows on the blue crystal water bow also burst out. The longer it takes.

Seeing that Xiao Wuyou was nearly fifty feet tall, Duan Ling didn't expect that this battle would allow him to easily deal with it. At first, he was forced to a place where there was no return, and thoughts of regret kept coming up in his heart. However, the words of surrender are now unspeakable.

The light arrow is no longer three, but a thinner, but more brilliant light arrow, heading straight for the little five friends' deity. As soon as he left the bowstring, a light arrow was shot at Xiao Wuyou, who was less than a foot away. Exceeding the normal speed, giving the Light Arrow the most powerful destructive power.