"It's just angry, it's all qi anyway, and it's not a bad thing that it has unconsciously become a cultivation at the peak of the Qi Acceptance Realm. Mu Chen shrugged his shoulders and said disapprerovingly.

"Anger is the unique breath of a zombie, once a living person is contaminated, he will go crazy at the least, and be assimilated into a zombie at the worst! Not only are you fine, but you are also angry? Could it be that this is the man's means?" the old fox of the Xun clan doubted.

A flash of light flashed in Mu Chen's mind, he smiled, and thought in his heart: "I'm afraid it's the effect of the coffin that day." ”

The old man of the Xun clan looked at Mu Chen's smile, and only thought that it was really the means of the woman in red in that city. couldn't help muttering: "Although that woman is mentally abnormal and occasionally goes crazy, her means are really clever, and she can actually help you incorporate anger into your body." ”

"Elder Xun, don't talk about this, quickly teach me to use this pair of spirit corpse fangs to condense and transform blades. Mu Chen didn't want to continue this topic, and the old man of the Shi clan was shocked when he talked about the red-clothed sister, which made him very unaccustomed to it.

"You try to mobilize your anger and gather towards the Lao Gong Acupoint in your palm. From the sea of qi, through the hand Taiyin lung meridian, walk through the Tianquan, through the Qutan, the four acupoints of the Shenmen, the intermittent envoy, the Neiguan, and the Daling, until the palm of the Lao Palace. ”

"The old ...... of the Xun clan I don't even know where the acupuncture points you mentioned are......" Mu Chen said with a sad face.

"Didn't Makino teach you this?" asked the old man.

"Damn, how can I teach you!" the old man of the Xun clan was speechless.

"It's just good to put the qi in the palm of your hand, isn't it?" As Mu Chen spoke, at the tips of the fangs of the spirit corpses on his hands, a black blade one finger wide and a foot long appeared there, and the blade formed by the black aura seemed to have some arcs.

The boss of the Xun clan's mouth, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure that Makino hasn't taught you this method of condensing qi and transforming blades all these years?"

"Abba only told me that I could use the power of qi and blood to urge the heavenly fangs before absorbing the qi realm, as for your old method, I really haven't mentioned it. ”

"It's unfair! It took the old man a month to master this qi route, and it took a full year to learn this method of condensing qi and turning blades! You kid is good, you have mastered the route of qi movement at one time, and you can simply pour qi into the fangs, urging the qi hidden in the fangs to turn into a blade!"

"Elder Xun Clan, maybe my anger has some kind of resonance with the anger in the fangs of the spirit corpse, so it's so easy to condense the qi and turn the blade. Mu Chen looked at the old man of the Xun clan beating his chest like this, with a look of jealousy, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and explained.

"Get out! I don't even know the acupuncture points of the qi route, so I can easily condense the qi and turn the blade, who knows what kind of freak you kid is, no wonder that crazy woman in Tiancheng will take a fancy to you and want to take you as an apprentice! Ten-year-old Naqi realm, isn't it a demon! Let's go, the old man is upset when he sees you now, and disappear from my eyes quickly. The more the old man of the Xun clan spoke, the more angry he became, and he kicked Mu Chen out of the gate.

Walking out of the gate of the mansion of the old man of the Xun clan, Mu Chen shook his head helplessly, put away the pair of spirit corpse fangs, hid them in their sleeves, and then walked towards his home.

When I entered the door, a woman's unique body fragrance came to my nose. Before Mu Chen could react, a soft body hugged him in his arms!

"Xiao Chen, you're back!What's going on with this notice!Are you okay?" Xin Hongzhao's eager voice was full of worry.

Mu Chen rubbed unconsciously in her arms, and then reluctantly left the arms of the beautiful woman, and said softly: "Sister Hongzhao, I'm fine." ”

Then skip part of what happened in the early morning and tell Hong Zhao one by one.

When Hong Zhao heard the story in the pigsty, he sneered and said to Mu Chenjiao: "You don't learn well at a young age, how can such a shameful play actually pour the whole bag into that cheap fish's mouth." How will that guy be able to hold his head up and be a man in the future? ”

"Karma, Sister Hongzhao, is Uncle Xin Mule better. Mu Chen asked.

"Hey, Abba is still unconscious, but his injuries seem to have improved, and his pulse and breath are a little heavier. Hong Zhao replied softly.

Xin Mule's injuries were indeed very serious, but it was a blessing that he was able to save his life. Mu Chen just wanted to wait for his uncle to wake up and figure out why this person from the Lin family wanted to destroy the clan for no reason.

"I don't know what my aunt is doing now. Mu Chen saw things and thought about people, and the whole person showed a faint sorrow, thinking of his aunt who was taken away by that person's city, he silently said in his heart: "If something happens to my aunt, not only your Lin family, I want your whole city to be restless!"

"Xiao Chen, although there is no news of Uncle Makino, but according to his ability, he will definitely be able to turn evil into good fortune, don't worry. Looking at Mu Chen's lost appearance, Hong Zhao thought that he was worried about Mu Ye, so he couldn't help but comfort him.

"Sister Hongzhao, I've experienced too many things today, and I'm a little tired. Mu Chen didn't want to continue this topic with Hong Zhao anymore, and the two would only get sadder and sadder the more they talked. Some things have already happened, and no amount of sadness can change anything. Mu Chen still knows these truths.

Lying on the bed, Mu Chen thought back to all this that had happened in the past few days, from the birth of the heavenly coffin to today's condensation and transformation of the blade, all things followed one after another, so that he did not have the slightest time to breathe.

The thieves who attacked Makino and the two adults of the dungeon last night were from the Northwest Holy Sect or Lin Qijin's group. Or is there some collusion between the two? Mu Chen wanted to break his head, but he still couldn't figure it out.

The red-clothed sister who wanted to take her as an apprentice had such a terrifying cultivation, and the people around her seemed to have a feeling of hatred and fear when they mentioned her.

There is also an old man who was buried under the black soil ten miles away from the tribe at this moment, and he didn't know that he could reach that realm after becoming stiff.

Mu Chen just lay on the bed like this, thinking wildly, and gradually fell asleep.

In his sleep, Mu Chen found himself lying in the dark wooden coffin, cold, lonely, lonely, tormented, unwilling feelings filled his whole body, he wanted to get up, but found that the narrow black coffin could not be pushed open at all, as if someone was firmly fixed to death from the outside. He tried to scream, but found that his throat was so dry and weak.

I don't know how long it took in the dark coffin, it seemed like a day, and it seemed like days. Whether it is a day or a few days, Mu Chen's feeling can only be described in four words, that is, life is like a year.

At some point, my thoughts began to become a little cloudy.

When he opened his eyes again, it was no longer the darkness, and the cold and damp coffin was long gone.

It's a world of blood!

The ground was full of severed limbs, dark red dried blood everywhere, and the fresh, sweet smell of blood spilled from the wounds of those who survived around them, slowly wafting into the tip of their noses.

Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from above the Nine Heavens: "Xiao Chen, wake up!"

Mu Chen's eyes opened suddenly! I don't know when my whole body was soaked, and the scene in the dream was still vivid, and the feeling of loneliness day after day and year after year could not be expressed in words.

"Sister Hongzhao......" Mu Chen looked at Hong Zhao, who had woken him up, but found that his voice was so hoarse at the moment.