Wang Zhi cleaned up the snow under the bamboo forest, and when he was sitting down to practice, Wang Xiling walked up, she took out two things from her arms and handed them to him: "These two things are back to you, your water spirit and seeds are in my room, we haven't seen these two things, so we took them and studied them." ”

Wang Zhi took the discus and the Netherworld Sacred Text, and asked curiously, "Have you researched anything?" ”

Wang Xiling pointed to the Netherworld Sacred Scripture and said: "We haven't gained anything from this thing, we don't know what it is, and we don't know how to use it, maybe we need some special methods." As for this discus, Lao Zheng knows that it is a kind of spirit card called the Soul Suppression Order, which refines hundreds of ghosts, they all have no souls, but the souls have not dissipated......" She smiled a little uncomfortably: "That exercise of yours is really strange, I'm a little confused, anyway, there are more than five hundred ghosts in it, but now there is no soul that can command them, that is, this magic weapon has no spirit, so not to mention whether it is powerful or not, I'm afraid it is still difficult for you to control." ”

Wang Zhi put away the Holy Book and the Soul Suppression Order, these two things, he has been in, although in a strange way, but more or less understood, it seems that the usefulness of the Netherworld Holy Scripture is indeed difficult to figure out, as for the Soul Suppression Order, although it is simpler, but at this time, where can he find a soul to command these ghosts?

Zheng Likai and Qian Jia both lived in the soul plate, naturally it was not good, he couldn't help but think of Zhang Jingjiang, who was also staying in the soul plate, but he just thought about it for a while, and forced himself not to think about it anymore, for Zhang Jingjiang, he still has a sense of indebtedness, after all, he destroyed his body, and it was not a fur coat, the contradiction between the two, thinking about it made Wang Zhi feel headache and fear.

The snow on the mountain is getting heavier and heavier, the real winter is coming, and now Wang Zhi has nothing else to do, his daily task is to try to control the vast aura in his body, but unfortunately these aura seems to be just stored in his origin by others, although he can feel it, but it is too difficult to control, and the rotation of the origin is no longer something he can control, and he feels that even this origin is not his own.

Now he can only strip a small amount of aura from the source slightly, and then use his divine thoughts to sense, to try to control, this kind of thing is very difficult at first, those aura is like a proud nobleman, there is always a feeling of ignoring Wang Zhi's orders.

Brother Wang Zhi was very helpless, but there was no other way but to spend it with these auras every day, but fortunately, as time went by, the way he controlled the aura became more and more proficient, and the aura that could be controlled became more and more, and it was increasing in an increasing way.

When the entire mountain was completely covered by heavy snow, and it was even difficult to see a trace of purple and green, the aura he could control finally reached a peak, no matter how much he cultivated, there was no way to increase it, looking at the aura that still seemed to be inexhaustible, he finally sighed and gave up the aura to continue refining.

With some aura as capital, he began to practice spells again, and with a plan, he still chose the wood line spell, although the current aura has no attributes, but he still feels that the wood attribute is more suitable for himself.

As for the more specific, he chose the green vine seeds he already had in his hand and the purple bamboo beside him.

With enough aura to build on it, it became easier for the seed to grow and change, and as the practice became more and more handy, at least he would soon be able to hold the seed and quickly make it sprout, grow into a thick cane, and then walk around the forest.

Wang Zhi was completely immersed in his cultivation, he had never felt that serious study and practice was also such a happy thing that made people forget time, at least when he was studying before, he had never felt it.

On this day, he was still practicing next to the Zizhu King as before, first transforming the green vine, and after putting away the green vine, he grasped the thin bamboo body of the Zizhu King, and sent the aura over, he still tried to make the Zizhu King shake as usual, bend over, etc., the Zizhu King is different from the green vine seed, Wang Zhi has practiced it for a long time, and there are still very few actions that can be done, Wang Zhi feels that in addition to some tricks, if you really do it with people, these changes seem to be rare and useful.

He was bored fiddling with Wang Zhu, and suddenly, a clear laughter appeared in his mind, it was a teenager's laughter, very crisp and loud.

Wang Zhi was startled, his hand loosened, he looked around, and found that the surroundings were empty, and there was not even a single piece of snow in the open space where Wang Zhu was, and there was a purple bamboo bush in the distance, and the vast white snow, and he didn't see any figure.

He looked at it more carefully, and found nothing suspicious, so he hesitated to hold Wang Zhu in his hand, and after the aura passed, a clear feeling immediately filled up, he frowned, and tried to sense this feeling, in an instant, pictures appeared in his mind, but this kind of picture is very monotonous, and it is also very single, more like a picture of incoherent pictures, without the kind of reality that even comes from the holy scriptures with touch and taste.

The picture is a very small bamboo shoot, which was planted on the ground by a person one day, and then it continued to change the law, one by one the bamboo shoots sprouted, and clusters of purple bamboos took shape, and finally formed the bamboo forest where Wang Zhi was located.

Wang Zhi's trembling hand slowly loosened, and as soon as the aura was broken, the message disappeared immediately, he looked blankly at the seemingly inconspicuous Zizhu in front of him, and muttered, "Are you a sperm?" Got a soul? ”

Wang Zhu's bamboo leaves trembled, as if in response to Wang Zhi's words.

Wang Zhi shook his head, and said with some disbelief: "If you want me to believe it, make a move for me to see." ”

Gradually, Wang Zhu's bamboo body actually bent over, and then a thin branch stretched out and swept his head with a bamboo leaf.

Wang Zhi smirked, raised his hand and grabbed Zizhu and said, "Oh my God! You've become a sperm! ”

The Purple Bamboo King has become a refinement, and he has cultivated into a soul that can understand and express, which is a big thing in the silent bamboo forest.

Soon, Wang Xiling, Zheng Likai, Qian Jia, and even Duddy were called over by Wang Zhi, everyone looked at Wang Zhu curiously, Qian Jia stepped forward and gently touched the bamboo body, and then screamed excitedly: "Really! Really! I could feel him saying hello to me, he must be a boy! ”

Wang Zhi pursed his lips, he was a little unfamiliar with the Zizhu King is man, after all, a bamboo, how could it be close to the boy, he turned his head to look at the master and said, "Master, what do you think?" ”

Wang Xiling said with a faint smile: "This is a good thing, this Wang Zhu is a different species, and I don't know how many years of cultivation, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a refinement, but it just happened to be now, I think it should be your water spirit to help, when you cultivate, you can't control the aura well, and a large part of the water aura is absorbed by it, so, on the surface, it seems that you are cultivating through Wang Zhu, but in fact, it is also cultivating through you." ”

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