Nightmare is first refining, and then forging the body. It varies from person to person, and what will happen in it, no one knows. What has been circulated is only the eight characters of "calm down and concentrate, hold the yuan and keep one" and an anonymous scripture.

Xiao Qi sighed, I'm afraid that Mo Zixiao doesn't even know this!

He recited the nameless scripture that had been circulating for a long time in a deep voice, thinking to himself that he only hoped that she could wake up unhindered in half a day. It's just that it's hard to get to the sky. Whether Mo Zixiao can wake up is a question, what else does he want?

She saw a desolation, and Mo Zixiao felt that her strength had been weakened by more than half after coming to this deserted and barren place, and her soul and body had become extremely fragile, like a glass man, which would shatter at the touch of a touch.

Although she was on the verge of death when she just crossed over, she was reborn after being unconscious, and her strength could barely be seen under the current situation. Mo Zixiao, who was accustomed to strong strength, suddenly became so fragile and uncomfortable.

Mo Zixiao only felt that if this catastrophe was experienced, it would bring good strength, she keenly smelled the great danger, and she didn't know that it would be such a life of nine deaths, or even ten deaths. However, even if this is the case, Mo Zixiao will not hesitate. Since she was determined to overcome this difficulty, she could not have the idea of timidity.

Otherwise, whether it is hanging by a thread now or not dying in the future, there will be a demon of doom that will affect her cultivation in the future.

This is the last thing Mo Zixiao wants to see, so she doesn't allow this kind of thing to happen, even if there is a hint of hidden danger.

What's more, with her keen perception of the wind and rain in her previous life, she can feel that the origin of this body is not as simple as a simple waste lady, she must use the fastest way to improve her strength in order to protect herself.

Grit your teeth! Mo Zixiao gave herself a positive psychological hint, and saw a futon glowing with purple red light not far away, and there were countless evil ghosts floating above it, like people who had died here in the past, exuding an extremely strong sense of death and resentment.

frowned, in her heart she didn't want to sit on this futon that condensed so much ominous and cursed power, after all, this was not the world she lived in before, and being cursed with such a strong curse might be haunted by bad luck for a lifetime, or even never be reborn.

But just when she hesitated, a face that couldn't be seen clearly appeared in her mind, her vague mouth opened, and a voice that was neither male nor female sounded, and she smiled evilly: "Xiaoxiao, don't try to escape!" You must sit on this futon! Otherwise, your fate will be the fate of these souls! ”

The voice sounded extremely hollow, not like the sound of a living thing, but it had a strong evil aura, laughing, and smacking his lips from time to time, as if he was thinking about something on Mo Zixiao's body.

"What's the end of that?" Mo Zixiao walked to the futon, her face gradually turned colorful, and there was a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and she asked coldly, but she couldn't see much curiosity.

"Owl, interesting" The face was surprised, for so many years, there has never been a person who has not seen it frightened and confused, which makes it a little interested, even if it is a few people who are not dead, they can't help but tremble when they first see it. And Mo Zixiao was calm and unflustered.

"It's to die in this closed space, let me suck it dry, be burned by karmic fire for eternity, and I can't get rid of the fate of being trapped in this nightmare, and I will never be able to reincarnate again!" In just a few words, full of its monstrous hatred, the voice became louder and louder, and in the end, it even broke Mo Zixiao's eardrums!

Mo Zixiao looked at the almost crazy face, seemed to understand something, and slowly spit out a few words with a smile like a flower: "You too, ghost." It's an affirmative, not an interrogative. With her extremely affirmative tone and cold dead air, she struck in the face.