Bamboo forest mountains and seas, a zigzag bluestone road, the scorching sun in September, between the green bamboo forests, hanging their heads, in the clear sky, the breeze blows, the bamboo leaves fly, covering the path up the mountain.

At noon, the bamboo forest path ushered in a young man with a beautiful face and clear eyes, like a big boy next door, he carried two swords, a white sportswear, short sleeves exposed two copper-skinned arms, a tattered cloth bag hanging from his shoulders, and a travel backpack on his back.

He was smiling, there were beads of sweat dripping on his forehead, the day in September, it was still so hot, he looked up at the bamboo forest mountain, looking at the bluestone pavement covered by dead branches and rotten leaves, no one came back for a month, and his home was much more desolate.

Wang Buer shook his head and smiled bitterly, his eyes were deep, he had experienced too much in this month, inheriting the inheritance of his previous life, and his once naïve face and thinking had gained a slight sense of maturity in his memory, which could be called a young man.

A gust of wind howled, on the bluestone road, withered branches and bamboo leaves flew, a figure swept by, in the blink of an eye, Wang Buer had already stepped on more than ten meters, and the small fall he walked through had been swept clean by him, revealing the blue-black slate, restoring the new scene of the past.

Falling in front of the bamboo house, looking at the bamboo board in front of the bamboo house, the vegetable garden is full of flowers and plants and dead leaves, and it has not been cleaned for a month, and it has become such a desolate appearance, which really makes Wang Buji depressed.

Then he looked at another bamboo hut thirty paces to the west, which was also so desolate that no one had ever returned.

"I don't know how Xiaoyu is!" Wang Buji muttered to himself, and he sighed helplessly.

Since he came out, he hadn't seen Xiaoyu and Chen Po, Li Bing had called him at that time, saying that they had separated after they came out, and Chen Xiaoyu was taken away by Chen Po, and he didn't know where they went.

Now Chen Xiaoyu's phone can't get through, which makes Wang Buer puzzled, talking about the relationship between the two, cough cough, although he didn't say it, it was actually counted.

Although Wang Buer couldn't get through Chen Xiaoyu's phone, you should also call Wang Buer, but Wang Buer didn't wait for Chen Xiaoyu's call for a few days when he came out of the ancient tomb, which made him depressed. I had no choice but to give up.

"Forget it, school will start in a few days anyway, and she will come back to school then!"

Wang Buer muttered a whisper, and immediately he was in a good mood, and when he thought of seeing Chen Xiaoyu's little witch in a few days, he was very excited. The passion is ignited, and when you first fall in love, everyone has that feeling like they are about to move.

After an afternoon of cleaning, Wang Buer finally cleaned his entire bamboo house, even Chen Po's bamboo house he also cleaned in general, tired Wang Buer gasped, looked at the restored bamboo house, he nodded with satisfaction.

The sun sets, the west is red, the whole bamboo forest is like the red sea, the evening breeze blows, the fiery red Lang flowers are piled up in the distance, very gorgeous and magnificent.

The bamboo house, isolated from the world, with the arrival of the night, seems to have regained its vitality at once, under the faint light, a thin smoke rises on the incense burner of the gods of Taiwan, and the whole hall exudes a fragrance.

Wang Buer picked some cucumber vegetables that were not yet ripe in his own vegetable garden, and made two vegetarian dishes very simply, his delicate face showed a very leisurely smile, and his bare body was eating alone at the dinner table.

In a trance, he felt that something was missing, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and muttered to himself: "One person is one person, live freely and enjoy more!" ”

But this is just a verbal distraction, in fact, he has suffered such a lonely life.

"Oops, I almost forgot about that kid!"

He put down his chopsticks, the rice was still stuck to his lower lip, and hurriedly ran back to the room, and turned out a ball bead that emitted a white circle of light from his travel bag, which was the ball that could cultivate people's spiritual power.

With a smile on his mouth, Wang Buer walked back to the hall with the balls, and hurriedly pulled up the curtain on the altar to cover the altar. So he said to Qiuzhu: "Xiaoxin, come out to eat!" ”

So he ran to grab a handful of fine incense, lit one and inserted it in the gap on the dining table, and put the other fine incense directly on the table, this is the ghost rice of the little ghost horse Xiaoxin.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a wisp of white smoke floated out of the ball beads on the table, and in the blink of an eye, the white smoke turned into a little boy who was four or five years old, white and fat, with a pink little face, big eyes were very clear and transparent, as clean as spiritual water, with two small pigtails dangling around on his head, and his body was wearing a red belly pocket, revealing ***, it was the little ghost head Ma Xiaoxin.

"Master, Xiaoxin misses you so much!"

When Ma Xiaoxin saw Wang Buer, he immediately showed a very excited smile and threw himself directly into Wang Buer's arms.

"Well, there is a sense of substance, how can you improve so quickly!"

Wang Buer was stunned and dumbfounded, the little ghost horse Xiaoxin in his arms already had a trace of physical physical feeling, although it was very vague, when it was for a Xiaoxin who had cultivated the ghost path for less than two months, this was really amazing.

"It seems that this ball is not as simple as imagined!"

Wang Buer squinted his eyes and looked at the ball bead on the table that emitted a white circle of light, he really didn't expect that Xiao Xin had stayed in this mysterious and weird ball for less than a month, and he could cultivate a little new ghost who didn't understand ghost cultivation at all to have a sense of substance, this kind of ability, if the outside world knew, it would definitely shake the entire ghost world.

Moreover, this ball bead can also exercise people's mental power, which is really too against the sky, and now Wang Buji is more and more interested in this ball bead. I'm also very happy that the little ghost can have such a cultivation.

And in the next few days, Wang Buer stayed at home and began to cultivate spiritual power and stabilize the cultivation in the dantian. In this month, his cultivation has improved very quickly, and he has risen three levels in a row, which is not an exaggeration for a demon genius.

The pursuit of the realm is too fast, and it is not a good thing, the cultivation path needs to be rooted and stable step by step, so that you can practice some techniques such as Taoism and spells, and you can improve with your stable spiritual root, and you can achieve the coexistence of all laws.

Stable cultivation, Wang Buer also has to improve spiritual power, as a double cultivation, when Wang Buer fights with others, he rarely uses spiritual power, mainly because he lacks spirit and cannot be strong to hurt people.

The most important thing is that he has not practiced mental attack techniques at all. It was not until he inherited the mutilated memory of his previous life that he knew that the original spiritual power also had a technique of attack, and on that day in the city of King Lu, in the duel between Wang Linlin of the Maoshan Sect and the silver-haired woman of the cult, the spirit of the battle was to use the spiritual mind attack technique.

However, for Wang Buer, he has no mental power, but he has no means of attacking magic, and the mental power he uses to fight on weekdays is just to use mental power to interfere with the enemy's mental trance, so that he can take the opportunity to defeat the opponent, it can only be said that he simply relies on brute force and spirit to cooperate with the attack.

If he was allowed to rely on his spiritual power to fight against a cultivator like Wang Linlin and the silver-haired woman who had a spiritual mental power attack technique, he would simply be a fool who was crushed by a weak explosion, and he had no power to fight back.

However, for today, Wang Buji inherited the incomplete memory of his previous life, and happened to have a set of spiritual attack techniques, "Transformation" For this set of spiritual attack techniques, Wang Buji has the memory of his previous life, and it is very easy to cultivate, as long as he needs spiritual power to cultivate to reach the realm of divine thought.

"Spiritual power can be divided into: opening the mind, divine thoughts, concentrating, turning into the gods, and going out of the body, each of which is divided into nine realms. And now Wang Bu'er belongs to the second-layer realm of Shennian, which is also relatively similar to the second-layer realm of Daoxuan, which can be said to be a very lowly realm.

For the set of spiritual attack techniques of "Transformation", the so-called transformation, as the name suggests, is effective in intangibility.

The spirit is intangible, but when the spirit is cultivated to the realm of concentrating, it can be concentrated, and when it reaches the realm of transforming into a god, it can be invisible and tangible, until it is out of the body realm, and the spirit can be out of the body like a soul, killing enemies for thousands of miles, just like the second you, weird and terrifying.

It just so happened that Wang Buji had already reached the second-level realm of Divine Thoughts, and according to the techniques he had cultivated in his previous life, he had entered the mysterious orb of spiritual power to cultivate, which was enough to help him improve by leaps and bounds in a day than usual for a few days.

There are two days left to leave school.

On this day, the morning sun rises, all things wake up, the emerald green and colorful bamboo forest sea, the early morning breeze blows a Lang stack a Lang, the birds and animals are happy and active, and there is the most beautiful scenery of the mountains and forests isolated from people.

And on a huge black smooth rock in front of the bamboo hut, Wang Buji, who was sitting shirtless, with his hands pinching strange magic seals, closed his eyes and greeted the rising morning sun in the east.

Suddenly, he snorted softly, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two invisible spiritual powers, turning into two divine swords, exuding a strange aura.

In an instant, a few bamboos ten meters away broke, and were instantly cut off by the invisible spiritual power, like a sharp physical sword, and collapsed violently, alarming a group of birds and beasts.

"And it did!"

When Wang Buji saw the broken and collapsed bamboo, he couldn't help but scream and jumped, excited in his heart.

In the past few days, he has been exercising his spiritual power every day and night, and with the help of the mysterious ball beads, he has advanced by leaps and bounds, and has an amazing cultivation talent, from the second-layer realm of divine thoughts, directly promoted to the fifth-layer realm of divine thoughts, and the speed is amazing.

And he is mainly to practice the spiritual attack technique in the fragmented memories of his previous life, "Transformation".

In the past few days, he has been observing the transformation attack techniques practiced in the memories of his previous life, and the attack techniques used to fight against people in his previous life, which made him find it with surprise. This set of shapeshifting attack spells is extremely terrifying.

From the invisible spiritual power to the tangible spiritual power, this set of spiritual attack techniques only needs to make the invisible spirit tangible. That's why it's called a shapeshifting attack spell.

The spiritual realm does not need to reach the realm of contemplation, you can practice this set of attack techniques, and reach the tangible, like the real body, which can cut people for thousands of miles to be invisible. It can be described as a terrifying set of attack spells, and it can be imagined that it is powerful.

For Wang Buji now, just now he and his spiritual power turned into two mental power swords, and the guide was released through his eyes, although it was not like the physical sword in his previous life, but it could also kill the target like a physical sword.

However, this kind of attack method is very mentally draining, and now Wang Bu'er is only controlling the target ten meters away, but it has already consumed five percent of his spiritual power, and directly half of it, if he dares to use it again, it may directly cause his mental power to dry up and faint.

"It seems that we still have to improve the realm!"

Wang Buji spat out a breath of turbidity, although he can only attack once now, but he is not discouraged, this set of spiritual attack techniques is very powerful, he is sure that he will be able to cultivate to the same level as in his previous life, but he can kill people in an invisible realm for a hundred miles.