Please use this site to access. In the quiet mountain village, Mo Li listened to their words in a daze, especially the information revealed in the few words was as precious as gold, but when Mo Li wanted to understand again, they kept silent and hurried away.

Mo Li picked up the hemp rope and walked towards the streets of the mountain village, until he came to the mountain behind the mountain village.

Everything in the world contains the most primitive spirituality, like a piece of jade that has not been carefully carved, revealing its primitive beauty, but when it is guided and refined by human monks, this spirituality no longer has such beauty.

Spirituality is primordial, it is the primordial true understanding, if it can be imprinted in the mind, it becomes the primordial truth. The more I thought about it, the more I felt the subtlety of the old man's words.

Mo Li sat cross-legged, he ran the first rune of the Soldier's Spirit, kept observing and observing, and kept staring at everything in the world, and gradually, he seemed to melt into that mysterious world......

The surrounding grass grows and warblers fly, there are all kinds of birds and animals, strange shapes, dense trees, lush greenery, infinite vitality, dazzling, and flawless.

And in the multitude of all things, there are one after another rune-like traces constantly drifting, straight into the void, disappearing, people can't help but regret.

Is this what those primordial spirits are? It's really different from reality.Mo Li's fingers flicked slightly, looking a little excited.

Mo Li was like a wanderer, and he seemed at a loss at the moment, he looked at the many primordial runes that were constantly floating, and those pervasive primordial spirits made his body and even his soul seem fluttering, as if he could become a flying immortal at any time, and ascend to the divine realm.

His hands continued to punch out the seal at this moment, and the rune of the first primordial true solution fluttered out with his fingertips, and melted into the beings, and he could feel that those primordial spirits were actually attracted by it.

Subsequently, Mo Li continued to play the Battle Sacred Method, and wanted to refine many primordial spiritual runes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And on his hand, the hemp rope has long been taken off by him, the fingers sometimes tremble, sometimes twist, sometimes knotted, every movement seems natural and unfamiliar, and those primitive runes are completely precipitated after being attracted, silently melted into the knot, forming a very strange atmosphere, and this is the familiar breath that can be felt in the old man in linen.

The god king Ding burst out with a bang.The three-legged and two-eared continuous rotation.As if absorbing those peculiar primitive spirituality.The whole body gradually exuded a more primitive atmosphere.As if the avenue was approaching the body.The invisible damage in the Ding was even better after absorbing the spirituality at this moment.The unknown god in the Ding also showed signs of recovery again at this moment.

And all this is going on quietly, no one disturbs, no one interferes, only all things in the world, mountains and rivers and leylines are incomparably integrated into the world of Moli at this moment.

Time flies by.More than ten years have passed in a hurry.It's like yesterday.But at this moment, Moli still has no sign of awakening.His whole body is covered by many weeds and branches.If you don't look closely, you don't know that there will be people down there.

Moli's face had already appeared with pale temples, and the years had left indelible wrinkles on his cheeks, which could not be washed away.

He didn't know all this, and at this moment his whole mind was precipitated in the world in his mind. He watched with a pair of outsider's eyes as everything in this world continued to wither and regrow, which shocked his mind like never before, as if this primordial truth had undergone a subtle change at this moment, but he couldn't tell.

The god king Ding suspended above his head became more and more ancient, as if buried in the ground, I don't know how many years, exuding a quaint atmosphere, and in the Ding, that touch of the god palace thought was like a baby rolling over his body at this moment, his eyes opened in confusion, it seemed particularly strange, only her nostrils were constantly sucking the primordial spirituality.

There are more and more knots made of the hemp rope in Mo Li's hand.The technique of each knot is different.The aura exuded is also different.It really does what the old man in Mai said.

Now, the years are like gold and iron, cold and merciless, when a hundred years of time flow through Mo Li's fingertips, his whole body is becoming old, far from the heroic spirit that he used to be high-spirited, and he is like a bad old man, his face is withered, his blood is withered, and he does not have the immortal body he imagined, even his hair has become extremely loose and white, and the hemp rope between his palms has been knotted at some point.

But this did not prevent his heart from knotting and buckling, one board and one eye, one rune after another kept floating outside his body, just like the many butterflies, all of them gathered together at this moment, so that the ink was like a stagnant state of mind with a trace of ripples.

He knew that at this moment, the runes of the Soldier's Spirit Recipe had been interpreted, and he had also been truly understood, and now that he only woke up, the results he would get would be far beyond his imagination.

But he also knew that now he saw only flowers and trees, and he had not even seen the mountains, rivers, leylines, and other phenomena, and it was time to leave......

His eyelids twitched slightly, and then he opened his eyes, and there was a touch of vicissitudes in the calm.

Mo Li couldn't imagine it, his scalp was numb, and he ran straight to the thatched hut in the past.

Mo Li looked extremely sad. This was once the place where he realized the spirit of the soldier, but now it is a deserted place.

And yet, as he was leaving, his steps froze, and his mind felt a very different breath, a sensation unlike any other, because it contained the breath of destruction......