"Hoo ......"

Zhang Mochen wiped the sweat from his head, and at the same time gently brushed away the strands of hair that had blocked his vision.

"It doesn't seem to be so easy to expand. ”

It was another few days of crazy cultivation, but the capacity of the Heavenly Spirit had only expanded a little, or even slightly, which made Zhang Mochen extremely emotional in his heart.

However, Zhang Mochen did not have the slightest idea of giving up. On the path of cultivation, in addition to dedicating oneself to hard cultivation, one must also maintain an extremely firm faith. Only in this way can we go to the top step by step. And at this moment, he has a bold idea, the dragon dance belongs to the golden yuan technique, which can only be triggered by the golden yuan force, if he has the yuan technique of other attributes, can it be used as well? Although the yuan power of the heavenly spirit does not belong to the natal nature, it is only a temporary reserve, but there are five kinds of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

Of course, although this idea is bold, it is a bit of a pipe dream for Zhang Mochen, and now being able to use Jin Yuanli to urge the dragon to dance wildly is already the greatest compensation from God for him, and he doesn't dare to have any extravagance. After absorbing the heavenly spirit again, Zhang Mochen sat on the ground with his butt on his buttocks, his clothes pressed against his chest, and he rose and fell violently with his breathing.

Feeling the vigorous space force in his mind, Zhang Mochen smiled slightly.

Suddenly, a pair of sword eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, and the smile on his face gradually stiffened, completely occupied by a look of surprise.

"What is this?" Zhang Mochen muttered.

Zhang Mochen slowed down his breathing, calmed down, and carefully felt the spatial force of the Heavenly Spirit again.

I saw that in the ethereal and flowing multicolored elemental force, there was a faint purple line, and the purple light seemed to be able to feel the continuous extension of electric light.

Zhang Mochen tried to control the purple thread with his mind, almost at the same time, the purple line seemed to have been ordered by his master to launch a sharp attack on the five-colored yuan force at the Heavenly Spirit.

"Hiss......"

Zhang Mochen gasped, and his whole body felt like an electric shock. The five-colored Yuan Force in his mind seemed to feel threatened, and they all avoided the purple thread.

Feeling the power of that faint purple, Zhang Mochen was stunned for a moment, and then fell into some crazy excitement.

"Could it be that this is the legendary spirit attack?"

......

The wind blows the clouds, the sun and the moon alternate, and Zhang Mochen has been cultivating frantically for dozens of days in the Zhang family's retreat. The clothes with a slight sour smell of rancidity were wet and dry, dry and wet, and the layers of white salt stains were very conspicuous.

During this period, Zhang Moran would come to visit almost every day, because of Zhang Mochen's crazy cultivation, the miscellaneous hair continued to be under her control.

Every subtle change of expression on the young man's face can touch the girl's heart. But Zhang Moran couldn't do anything, so he could only watch quietly and silently bless in his heart.

The miscellaneous fur has also grown a lot, and it is about the size of an ordinary earth dog. Of course, they also began to get naughty. But every time it was held by Zhang Moran to visit Zhang Mochen, it would put away its naughtiness, and the natural cold pupils of the demon beast were filled with warmth.

During the time he got along with Zhang Moran, the relationship between Zamao and Zhang Moran became closer and closer, but for demon beasts, in their lives, there are countless people who can be close to them, but there is only one master. In the mind of the unknown demon beast of Zamao, Zhang Mochen is the benefactor who awakens it, and naturally he is also the master for life. Although they are animals, in terms of loyalty, they are actually beyond the reach of human beings.

In the next few days, Zhang Tianbing also came from time to time, although he did not interrupt Zhang Mochen's cultivation, but there was an anxious look on his cold face, and every time he came, this anxiety became thicker.

Zhang Mochen was completely ignorant of the outside world, and immersed himself in that independent fantasy space.

"Dragon Dance, Split!"

Zhang Mochen snorted lightly, and the Heavenly Spirit once again reached full spatial yuan power, and then fluctuated violently, along the meridians, bursting out from the palm of his hand.

The right hand was clenched, raised high, and slashed down. The invisible sword, supported by the Yuan Force, turned into a strong air flow and roared towards the front. And at the very front of this strong wind, there is a faint condensation of a dragon head.

"Boom!"

The dragon's head tore through the space, bombarding it several meters away, and the multicolored yuan force in that space instantly became extremely disordered.

Zhang Mochen's expression was serious, but he didn't mean to stop, the corners of his mouth raised a sneer, his body quickly turned after the explosion, his right hand bent towards his left arm, like a bent tree trunk, and the next second it bounced back strongly, drawing an arc-like trajectory in front of his chest.

"Dragon Dance, Thorn!"

Before the sound fell, the force had come out, but the Yuan Force inspired by the Invisible Sword was no longer turned into a dragon head and slammed forward, but split into pieces of golden air as thin as a blade, shuttling away with a cold murderous aura. From a distance, it looks like the golden dragon scales on the golden dragon's body.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

The sound of the wind breaking came backwards one after another, and Zhang Mochen looked at it, at the end of the disappearance of the dragon scales, the colorful spatial yuan force was not knocked away, but there were bottomless holes.

Zhang Mochen smiled solemnly, and suddenly there was a trace of emptiness in his mind, his chapped lips were blurred, the cold light in his eyes did not disappear but increased, and after clenching his teeth, he roared a hoarse hoarse voice from his throat.

"Dragon Dance, Condensation!"

As the last trace of spatial Yuan Force in the Heavenly Spirit was urged out, in front of Zhang Mochen's thin body, the Yuan Force once again turned into the shape of dragon scales, but instead of stabbing forward, they were closely connected to each other, forming a pale yellow shield shape.

Looking at the shield in front of him, although it was still very illusory and ethereal, giving people a feeling of vulnerability, Zhang Mochen was very satisfied.

After firing the three offensive and defensive moves of the Zhang family's stunt dragon dance at one time, the stubborn legs finally softened in an instant, and Zhang Mochen sat on the ground with a butt.

"Hoo ......"

Feeling the soreness caused by excessive exhaustion, Zhang Mochen grinned gently, but the pleasure of surpassing the limit made those clear eyes not tired at all, on the contrary, full of perseverance.

"I was finally able to hit three moves at once. However, although it can reserve the Yuan Force of three moves, the Space Yuan Force is not comparable to the Natal Yuan Force after all, not only is the power slightly inferior, but it is also more laborious to control. ”

After resting for a while, Zhang Mochen wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and said with self-satisfaction.

"Still, for me now, that's enough!"

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Mochen's mouth, although there were only three moves, but it was enough to be proud of 'waste'. The dragon dance that was performed just now was many times stronger than the one that was only shot with brute force during the morning exercise in the garden every day.

Zhang Mochen crossed his legs and sat on the ground, feeling the strange purple color while inhaling the spatial yuan force into the heavenly spirit again.

"It seems that it is really a blessing in disguise!"

Zhang Mochen gushed out a hint of self-deprecation, facing the purple that had always existed in his mind, he couldn't think of any reason to make it appear out of thin air, and the only explanation was the lightning strike on the top of the back mountain that night.

"Although I can control this purple electric pattern now, with my current strength, it is difficult to maximize its power. ”

After a few breaths, the spatial element force finally completely occupied his mind again, and Zhang Mochen sighed in his heart.

"I don't know if my father has come back in the outside world in a few days!" Zhang Mochen said to himself with a worried expression.

"It's time to end your cultivation!" After pondering for a moment, Zhang Mochen's frowning brows finally relaxed, although he had not yet awakened his natal power, he was still satisfied with the results of this cultivation.

In the place where the Zhang family retreated, Zhang Mochen opened his eyes a little jerky, but he quickly closed them in a second, and the summer sun was very dazzling.

And just as Zhang Mochen closed his eyes and slowly adapted to the light, a rapid sound floated into his ears.

"Ink Dust, you're finally done!"

Zhang Mochen endured the discomfort, squinted his eyes, and saw Zhang Tianbing's figure walking quickly towards him.

"Auntie, why are you here?" Zhang Mochen asked suspiciously.

"You've been cultivating for eleven days, and if you don't wake up again, I'm ready to forcibly wake you up. Zhang Tianbing's voice was a little hurried.

Looking at Zhang Tianbing, who was extremely anxious in front of him, Zhang Mochen's eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a hint of ominous premonition in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Mochen asked nervously.

"Your father hasn't come back yet, and there's no news, and the people I sent there haven't found out about his whereabouts. Zhang Tianbing replied worriedly.

Hearing Zhang Tianbing's words, although he had a hunch, he still chuckled in his heart, and forced his numb legs, Zhang Mochen stood up suddenly, and his delicate face instantly stiffened.

"You go back and wash up first, and then look for me!" Zhang Tianbing turned around and left without looking back, but her hurried footsteps exposed her confusion.

"Daddy!"

Nervous and worried eyes, clenched and trembling hands, Zhang Mochen was worried. After staring for a moment, he walked away quickly.

......

A small courtyard, flowers and plants with the wind drifting the fragrance of summer, a rockery stands quietly, trickling, like a small waterfall, circulating back and forth on the rockery. It's just that this chic and quiet courtyard is located in a corner of Zhang's house.

A few quaint wooden houses have weathered the storm but are still sturdy. One of them, dressed in a cool color, looks very clean and tidy, but it is also very deserted.

This courtyard is Zhang Tianbing's residence.

The two figures sat on their knees, smiling at each other's faces, extremely grim.

"I have secretly sent three waves of men to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range to investigate, but not only has there been no news at all, but no one has returned. Zhang Tianbing said worriedly.

"What about Brother Moling? He doesn't know his father's whereabouts?" Zhang Mochen then asked, looking at Zhang Tianbing eagerly, with a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Zhang Tianbing glanced at the young man in front of him, and couldn't bear to wipe out the last glimmer of hope, but he still shook his head slightly.