Lingkong Mu waved his hand and walked away slowly.

"Empty Mu! You can't hurt him! He is a person who the Lord has protected with his life many times, you can't ......" Nian Mu saw Lingkong Mu walking away, and couldn't help but shout.

In the distance, a silver light rushed towards Nian Mu at an incredible speed, and Nian Mu subconsciously wanted to dodge, but as if he was restrained, he watched the silver light smash into his forehead.

"Hmm...... Hmm...... "After a while, Nian Mu checked his body and found that there was nothing wrong, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't speak.

Lingkong admires me to go to you!

Nian Mu can only scold in his heart indignantly now, and then kick the stones at his feet.

Really, the Great Silence Technique.

……

When Ling Xuan had just entered the Heavenly Absolute Lotus Pond, he found that the aura was almost all around him, and he would subconsciously absorb the spiritual mist that was so thick that it was almost dripping.

Good fellow, is this the right way to open the Spirit-Dyeing Body?

Ling Xuan secretly applauded in his heart, but he didn't sit down to absorb the aura at this time, but walked towards the place where the aura was stronger in the middle.

I finally came to the Heavenly Absolute Lotus Pond once, sat on the outermost part and absorbed, what does it look like? What's more, Ling Xuan tried it, but it was far from reaching the limit of his aura absorption.

The fog around him became thicker and thicker, until finally, he couldn't see his fingers.

Ling Xuan quickly walked over and didn't notice anything unusual, but the thickening fog that followed him around him still attracted him.

"It's strange, the Heavenly Absolute Lotus Pond is a Heavenly Realm Holy Land, how can there be a change in the weather, something is wrong." Ling Xuan muttered and continued to walk forward, because he vaguely saw that what the clouds and mist wanted to cover was a very shallow light.

Ordinary people can't see it, because the light is too shallow, but Ling Xuan somehow, his eyes can see many things clearly, such as some tiny things, light that is very easy to ignore, and some lonely ghosts floating around.

Ling Xuan raised his hand and touched his light green eyes.

Well, it's a pair of beautiful eyes, and it's also a pair of eyes that no one has, like God looking down on all beings, probably because of the streamer in the depths of these eyes.

A strange feeling appeared in Ling Xuan's heart, he shook his head, trying to get that feeling out of his mind, and looked at the light that was getting closer and closer to him intently.

Ling Xuan walked around the light, and gradually he could see the scene inside.

It looks like the fog inside is just a little thicker. Ling Xuan couldn't hold back and took a step forward.

With just a pop, Ling Xuan felt as if he had stepped out of a blister, everything around him was clearly visible, and the disturbing smoke was gone.

Like a small enclosed space, the sky was blurred, like a transparent blue crystal filled with mist.

In the middle of this small world, there is a pond, in which several delicate lotus flowers bloom, and the lotus leaves are rolling with dewdrops, exuding a faint fragrance.

Only the lotus flower in the center of the pond has not bloomed for a long time, and the huge bud stands proudly here, and there is still a little dew at the top, which is penetrating into the stamen little by little.

What is surprising is that around the pond, there are 32 futons, floating around like clouds.

Ling Xuan took a deep breath and felt that his eyes were a little brighter. The concentration of aura in the air here far exceeds that of the mist-like aura outside, and cultivating here for a quarter of an hour is equivalent to cultivating outside for half an hour.

With Ling Xuan's current cultivation, two hours of cultivation a day is enough, and the rest of the time can be used to study the spirit formula.

He is estimated to be the only one who can't achieve any spiritual skills in order to reach the Qi cultivation stage.

Ling Xuan was immersed in joy at this time, and did not realize that among the thirty-two futons, there was actually another person.