The turquoise wind beads slowly swirled around Mu Zifeng, and a stream of ancient breath poured into his mind, faintly, in his mind, a gossip diagram with a large fingernail made a "buzzing" roar, and it also slowly operated.

Mu Zifeng's little face slowly stretched, and the gossip map ran into his mind along with the eggs of the demon borer, and he never found that this gossip map was of any use, and it was not in the way, so he usually didn't care about it.

"I'm afraid that this gossip diagram has some kind of connection with the wind bead, otherwise how could he feel the call of the wind bead? Mu Zifeng pondered secretly.

The gossip map carried a desolate aura, as if it had traveled through the ages from a wild land, exuding a domineering light. With the operation of the Bagua Diagram, the demonic energy in the wind tunnel continued to converge towards Mu Zifeng from all directions, frantically drilling into his body, and after running for a week, it fell into the dantian and turned into a drop of demonic liquid.

As if he had been stimulated, the demon borer stretched out his little head from his flesh and blood, burrowed into his mind, and lay on top of the gossip map, and when his small mouth moved, a stream of spiritual power spit out from that small mouth, washing his mud pill palace.

The Bagua diagram is divided into eight gates, divided into eight directions, symbolizing the heaven * feng shui volcano, and the center is the Taiji diagram, which rotates slowly and endlessly.

The rotation of the wind beads was also getting faster and faster, and finally with a "bang", it drilled into his mind from between Mu Zifeng's eyebrows.

As the wind beads drilled into his mind, the wind in the wind tunnel came to an abrupt halt.

"Boom".

With a loud bang, the gossip diagram the size of a fingernail in his mind suddenly rose to the size of one meter in diameter, and the speed increased by more than two times.

The surrounding demonic qi quickly drilled into the gossip map, making the gossip map more condensed, as if it existed in substance.

Mu Zifeng felt a kind of comfort and ironing that he had never felt before.

But the good times didn't last long. The muscles and veins of the whole body continued to pour in with the influx of demonic energy, and began to swell and swell again, as if they wanted to break through the limit and rush out of the body.

A sharp pain made his forehead sweat, his face distorted, and his whole body trembled. The sharp pain was like a steel knife, shuttling back and forth through his body, as if it was going to cut all the muscles of his body into powder bit by bit.

Mu Zifeng clenched his teeth, not daring to resist at all, letting the sharp pain impact, he only tried his best to keep his thoughts a little clear.

Quan Lao's faint figure also drilled out of his body, seeing that he was like a demon in his body, his body was big and small, and his arms were also long and short, and Quan Lao was helpless.

It lasted for half an hour, and the demonic qi blocked by the meridians began to shrink, condense, and finally, turned into drops of demonic liquid, flowing through his limbs and hundreds of remains, every inch of the meridians. After running for a week, they all converged in his dantian.

If you can look inside, you will find that the meridians of Mu Zifeng's whole body have become wider and more resilient under the continuous washing of demonic energy.

A layer of black goo poured out of his body, covering his entire body, making him look like a black cocoon.

A foul smell similar to that of a rotting corpse emanated from the black substance, instantly filling the entire stone chamber.

"Wash the tendons and cut the marrow?" Quan Lao said in surprise, and slipped back into Mu Zifeng's body, it was really the stench that made him unbearable.

"What is washing the muscles and cutting the marrow?" Mu Zifeng was stunned, but before Quan Lao could answer, he was stunned again.

A trace of spiritual power was being derived from the Mud Pill Palace in his mind, making his eyes brighter, and seeing the surrounding scenery more clearly, even the veins of the stone could be seen clearly, and he instantly reached the level of the early stage of spiritual power entry.

At the same time, an ancient image played in his mind.

Mu Zifeng, who woke up from his shock, was overjoyed, and quickly meditated cross-legged and began to digest that image.

There were no clouds in the clear blue sky, and a middle-aged man in a blue robe stood out of thin air. The blue-robed man had high cheekbones and big eyes, and at first glance he looked like a Terran monk.

The wind was blowing, and the blue-robed hunting sounded.

Confronting the blue-robed man were five masked men with a faint seven-colored light in their eyes. The blue-robed man's breath was slightly sluggish, and there were faint traces of blood on his robe, and he didn't know if it was left by his opponent or himself.

"Ugly, no cliff, hand over the wind beads happily, and the old man will leave you a whole corpse!" One of the five masked men, a thin man with withered hands and feet, stepped forward and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Hmph! the rat with his head and tail deserving of such a treasure!" the blue-robed man glanced at the man contemptuously, and kept pinching his handprints in his hand.

"Something that eats ancient things, and such a treasure as the Wind Bead is also something that you, a pariah, can have?" a sinister look flashed in the thin man's eyes.

"Wind beads and other supreme treasures are embraced by those who are capable. "There is no cliff and righteousness.

"The capable, looking at the Xuan Demon Continent, only a big fist is the last word. Your little cultivation is also worthy?!" The thin man sneered.

"It's not what you say if you're worthy, we'll see you under our hands!"

"Excuse me, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, you can vote for yourself! Since you want to die, then the five brothers will give you a ride!"

The thin man stretched out his right palm suddenly, "Great Demon Transformation Heaven!" With a broken snort, a huge palm shadow of twenty zhang slapped towards Wu Yazi out of thin air.

"Breaking the wind!" Wu Yazi also broke off, stretched out his right palm, the palm shadow is not big, only a zhang up and down, the palm is emerald green, and there is a faint wind whistling.

"Boom", the two palms collided, if the palm of the masked man was like a wooden plank, then the palm of the masked man was like a drill, and the palm of the masked man was drilled out of a hole with a diameter of two meters.

The latter flew upside down more than a hundred feet, and a mouthful of blood mixed with the broken internal organs spurted out of his mouth, apparently seriously injured.

"Stick your hands, let's get on together!" the thin man screamed hysterically.

The other four masked men flew out one after another, surrounding the cliff from all sides.

"Great Compassion Hand!"

"Infinite Magic Spear!"

"Demon Slayer!"

"Futian Sword!"

For a moment, the four martial arts formed by magic power blasted towards Wuyazi.

Wu Yazi stretched out his hand to block the Great Compassion Hand and the Demon Slashing Knife, turned around, and dodged the Futian Sword, but a pitch-black magic spear silently hit his back, it was obvious that the owner of the magic spear was a person who was very good at seizing the opportunity to sneak attack.

The moment the magic spear entered the body, Wu Yazi also noticed it, and in an instant, his body twisted, and he moved one meter to the left, avoiding the vital point, but the magic spear still pierced his right shoulder with a thud.

"Shameless rats!" Wu Yazi broke off with a snort, and waved a palm in pain, hitting the sneak attacker's chest, with a click, the bone in the sneak attacker's chest was sunk half an inch, and a mouthful of blood with heart fragments spurted out of the body, and fell to the ground with a whoosh, smashing the ground into a pit ten meters deep, and the man couldn't see it alive.

Wu Yazi just wanted to catch his breath, and a sword pierced his chest......

The picture came to an abrupt end.

The picture is not long, only a dozen seconds, but Mu Zifeng was shocked to see it, and he didn't wait for him to recover from the shock.

A message came to his mind.

Mu Zifeng was overjoyed, this information was the cultivation method of Wu Yazi's "Wind Breaking Palm".

It seems that he has to refine the wind bead quickly, he understood from the information he got that the "Wind Breaking Palm" martial art can only be used if the wind bead is refined......

Mu Zifeng closed his eyes and crossed his knees, digesting the cultivation method of the Wind Breaking Palm.

The gossip map in his mind did not stop, it was still spinning, and in the blink of an eye, it was spinning for an hour.

As the demonic liquid gathered more and more, click, click, two sounds, Mu Zifeng felt as if there were thin membranes cracking in the dantian, and the demonic liquid gushed out, and in a short period of time, it seemed that a sea of demonic liquid had formed in his dantian, and a powerful aura rose from his body.

As the magic liquid gathered more and more, Mu Zifeng's strength was also constantly improving, the third-order, third-order peak, fourth-order, fourth-order peak, fifth-order, fifth-order peak, until the fifth-order peak, the operation of the Bagua Diagram slowed down, until it finally stopped, slowly shrunk, and turned into the size of a fingernail, quietly suspended in his mind, as if he had never woken up, and the demon borer turned into small dots, lying on the Bagua Diagram, no longer sucking Mu Zifeng's flesh and blood.

"Whew. Mu Zifeng spit out a mouthful of gray-white gas in his mouth, stood up, the bones of his whole body rattled, and the black cocoons shattered into pieces and fell down. The skin of his whole body was as white and tender as a baby. The temperament of the whole person is also very different.

A strong aura that had never been felt before emanated from his body.

If you let Moorman and others know that in less than half a month, Mu Zifeng has cultivated from a rookie to the peak of a fifth-order demon, I wonder if they will spurt out a mouthful of old blood?

In half a month, they caught up with their cultivation speed of more than ten years, and compared with Mu Zifeng, they would not doubt at all that they had cultivated to dogs all these years.

Since he had reached the fifth-order demon stage, Mu Zifeng could finally look inward, his mind moved, and his divine energy did not enter his body, only to see that the magic liquid had gone from about half a cup to the size of a sea bowl, lying calmly in the dantian, the number was not much, but the area was really not small, he knew that if this piece of magic liquid was angry, I am afraid it would be a fierce wave, even if he was faced with the Yin Mountain at the moment, he would not be afraid.

If he encounters the Wind Demon Beast again now, I'm afraid he can blow the Wind Demon Beast with one punch.

In my mind, a turquoise but slightly obscure bead hung there, it was the wind bead.

But Mu Zifeng knew that the wind bead had not been completely refined at this moment, that is to say, he could not use any power of the wind bead now, including practicing the "Wind Breaking Palm" martial art. And from the information given by Wu Yazi, Mu Zifeng knew that if he wanted to refine the wind bead, he still needed two auxiliary medicinal materials, and these two medicinal materials, he was poor and white, and he didn't have either, but he firmly believed that as long as he worked hard, there would be, and everything would be there.

Mu Zifeng originally had thirty-six demon borer larvae, because he used one when dealing with Dasha before, at this moment, the remaining thirty-five demon borers were lying in the gossip diagram, and their white and fat bodies were not small, it seems that they are the ultimate beneficiaries. Among them, there are six, shaking their heads and tails more fiercely than their companions, and I am afraid that they are about to lay eggs again.

The ancient demon insect is an ancient demon worm, and the speed of reproduction is very amazing, and the female worm can reproduce without waiting for adulthood, which is very magical.

"It seems that there is nothing left to be nostalgic about here. Mu Zifeng got up and rushed towards the outside of the wind tunnel.

As Mu Zifeng stepped out of the wind tunnel.

With a loud bang, the walls of the wind tunnel collapsed, and the rolling boulders buried the wind tunnel tightly.

Without the wind beads, of course, there will be no wind, and the wind tunnel without the wind will not be able to support it at all. Mu Zifeng knew that from now on, the big tuyere might have to be renamed Wutuye.

No one knows that the initiator of this big wind is Mu Zifeng. But what can he do if he knows? If Mu Zifeng was given a hundred choices, he would still choose to take the wind beads.

Mu Zifeng rushed to the camp, and it was already three poles in the morning. An anxious Moorman was asking around about Mu Zifeng's whereabouts.

Looking around, in the distance, a figure rushed towards him.

"Brother Zifeng, where have you been? Are you alright? I thought those guys from the Earth Shatter Gate were sneaking up?" said Murman anxiously, his face full of worry. It's not pretended at first glance.

"It's fine, the air is nice in the morning and I'm out of town. Mu Zifeng's face was not red, and his heart was not beating, and he lied.

Mu Zifeng is still satisfied with Moorman's friend, this is a real person, but he still can't share his secrets with him. Mu Zifeng, who has experienced some things, is no longer the stunned young man with no head, no brains, no heart and no lungs.

"But the clothes on your body ......" Murman looked at Mu Zifeng, who was about to be naked, and his puzzled expression became even heavier.

"I ran into a demon beast and solved it. Mu Zifeng unhurriedly took out the beast pill of the Wind Demon Beast.

As soon as the beast pill came out, a strong smell of blood suddenly diffused in the air.

"Ah, that's right. Murman nodded with relief. Hurriedly ordered someone to find a set of clothes for Mu Zifeng.

"Strange, why is there no wind in the tuyere?" said Moorman in surprise in the direction of the tuyere.

"I don't know, maybe it's a change of direction. Mu Zifeng snorted.

"Hey, Brother Zifeng, your eyes?" Murman stared at Mu Zifeng's eyes in surprise, as if looking at a monster.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zifeng rubbed his eyes.

"Like...... Looks like the color of your pupils is going to change to two colors!"

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