Each martial soul can understand different martial soul artistic conceptions, thus showing different martial soul appearances. Two monks of the same rank have the same martial soul and the same rank. However, if the artistic conception of the martial soul is different, it will cause an irreparable gap.

Of course, while there are many wonders in the world, some of them still belong to the big shots. They resemble swords and swords. Of these ten monks, there were three or four. Therefore, for this spirit, what kind of spiritual emotions we should understand, which is recorded in the most detailed Jingyue Temple Library.

However, if there are some rare spirits, then we need to rely on our own understanding to understand the spirit of its artistic conception.

There is no strongest martial soul artistic conception in the world, only the most suitable martial soul artistic conception. Whether it is the martial soul or the martial monarch scripture, in the process of continuous cultivation, it is also a process of constantly revising the artistic conception of the martial soul. Only by finding the most suitable artistic conception of the martial soul can we reach the ineffable realm.

There are always monks and prodigies in the world, but to become a legend, it takes qualifications, talent, chance, and luck. So, if you want to be a strong person, no one doesn't need to go through hard work.

Xiao Wu Chou knew that there was still a long way to go if he wanted to become a free powerhouse who was free from the shackles of the world, so even if he had such an opportunity, he would not be complacent. The road is still long. It's too early to be complacent.

Self-training can improve strength, and so can observation. He planned to stay here for the next few months to see how these Jingyue Masters interpreted their own spirits.

The same way, different people, will eventually find the same ending. This is the truth that Xiao Wuyou firmly believes.

But, despite all the thoughts on his mind, his forehead was tightly locked. The shadow that flashed behind him from time to time had been following him for days. The shadow was neither near nor far away, and hung behind him like this, as if observing his actions in the dark.

It's not fun to stare at the back. Three days later, Xiao Wuyou glared at his back and said in a deep voice, "When are you coming with me?" I didn't kill you, I didn't heal you. Is our hatred so great?"

As far as the eye can see, the head of the beaver and the shadow of the mouse's body will also be exposed by a little light. This little oil-free animal that has been "tracking" for several days is the black spirit beaver.

For the roar of the little five friends, the black spirit cat turned a deaf ear. Most of his body was hidden behind the bushes, but his bright red eyes kept staring at Xiao Wuyou.

Seeing that the "black monster" beaver did not react, Xiao Wuyou snorted and quickly fled as fast as he could. This ugly and strange sacred beast didn't know what it was thinking. Little oil-free doesn't want to be bothered by it.

However, even if Xiao Wu did his best, he wouldn't be much faster than a second-level divine beast. Moreover, if he wanted to maintain this state of not resting and not being in phase, he couldn't use his best state, how could he throw away the second layer of the sacred beast?

Plus, it's someone else's territory. Xiao Wuyou shook the vixen for a while. After a while, there would be another rustle behind him.

I can't get rid of it, I can't beat it. Little Wuyou has no temper at all. Finally, he sat down and said, "Don't you want the flesh and blood of the Black Thunder Tiger?" ”

Xiao Wu thought about it for a few days and felt that the only reason why the black spirit cat followed him was this.

Sure enough, when it came to the Black Thunder Tiger, the civet cat's eyes lit up. Several of them flashed at Xiao Wuyou's corpse, but he didn't open his mouth, just sniffed Xiao Wuyou's corpse a few feet away with a very humane expression.

"No, that's my martial spirit. It can simulate the smell of a black thunder tiger. Aren't you the smartest orc? I can't tell if I'm a human or an animal? Xiao Wuyou stretched out his arm directly in front of the black spirit cat to make it smell more clearly.

Of course, Xiao Wuwu is not stupid enough to be roughly stupid. The sleeves of the ancient Dao costume still covered his arms. Under the protection of ancient Taoist clothing, he did not believe that the second-level divine beast could break the spirit of the Japanese.

The black spirit cat didn't step forward to sniff Xiao Wuyou's arm. He just wailed, his head bowed, and his face full of grievances.

Xiao Wu didn't care if the black spirit civet was depressed or what. He patted his thigh, stood up, and said, "Believe it, then hurry, or I won't care what sacred beast you see." Then turn around and leave.

But before he could dodge, the Black Spirit Beaver reappeared. Xiao Wuyou was very angry, he just wanted to yell at the other party. Looking at the other party's indignant look, he couldn't help but say, "What do you want to do? I don't have flesh and blood. Why are you following me?"

I saw the black spirit cat arch its head towards Xiao Wuyou, its head fell to the ground, its back exposed, and its body did not move.

Xiao Wuyou didn't come out to play on the first day. Seeing the appearance of the black elf beaver, he took three steps back and said in a panic, "Are you willing to be my mount?"

The Black Spirit Beaver whined again, which obviously meant that Xiao Wu was right.

"No? I have such a good personality? Is this the rhythm of feelings? But you really resemble my mount. I can't afford to lose this face. Shaw said anxiously.

The second-level Divine Beast voluntarily obeyed. It's a matter of self-confidence, possessing a sacred beast, not only in the face, but also in battle. But that's hard for small oil-free.

If you want to raise a sacred beast, you have to hope that it is as powerful as possible. But if you want to level up a sacred beast, you'll need many times more resources than a monk of the same rank. Xiao Wuyou's own resources have been calculated to be huge. With a sacred beast, you can't deal with it.

Therefore, for Xiao Wuyou, wanting to have a powerful holy beast is just a burden for others.

In addition, he has had Xiao Yin for a long time. When he finds him later, he must prioritize his growth. Moreover, compared to the powerful Xiao Yin, the Black Spirit Beaver really looks too shabby.

In addition, rumors of a black civet cat were really received. Later, Xiao killed it or ate it. Isn't that the equivalent of putting a bomb bag around him? for whatever reason, he can't ask for the beast.

Although Xiao Wuyou spoke tactfully, the black spirit cat could certainly hear it. He grumbled, looking angry. It seems that Xiao Wuyou completely offended him.

"Hey, hey, I'm telling the truth. Do you half-orcs only look at blood? What about beauty and ugliness? Xiao Wu kept retreating, but he was worried that the black spirit cat would suddenly explode.

It's not that he's afraid of failure, it's that he's really hooked on the black civet. He couldn't escape without doing his best. Unlike the place he had arranged before, there was no activity here that could be detected by outsiders.

However, after a few low roars, a little black light began to appear on the body of the black spirit civet, wrapping the small body and forming a black ball.

After the black sphere formed, after a while, there was a thud and cracked. The first thing Xiao Wuyu sees is a long tail and soft hair. At this time, a black and white fox with bright eyes appeared in front of Xiao Wuyou. There was a divine brilliance and transcendent look in him, as if he was dismissive of everything. Even from the aesthetic point of view of the monk, it is a rare beauty in the world.

"This" Xiao Wu looked at this scene and didn't know what to say.