As soon as Ling Bing finished taking a bath, he heard the noise here, and hurriedly came over and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhang Muyang shook his head and said, "There is an old ghost who wants to steal chickens, and it has been solved." ”

Ling Bing nodded, she saw that Zhang Muchen's face was flushed now, obviously he had suffered a lot just now, and couldn't help but say, "Isn't it just to drive out a demon? ”

"Tsk, this method is the safest, and it doesn't hurt her, it hurts, but it's also for her good. Although Zhang Muyang's words are true, but he was reborn in a lifetime, as an old monster who has practiced for hundreds of years, how can this be the only way, he just wants to take this opportunity to teach this unconscious sister a lesson, so that she is a little awe-inspired, and she will get into trouble for herself in the future, and it is impossible for him to rush to save her in time every time.

Zhang Muchen, who was rescued by Ling Bing, lay on the bed and screamed, when a ghost figure was pulled out of her just now, it really startled her, but she randomly sprinkled her anger on Zhang Muyang's body, and shouted: "Zhang Muyang, you bastard, you just took the opportunity to bully me, woo woo." ”

Half of her scolding is because she was really scared just now, and the other half is really uncomfortable, she has fire in her heart, and she can't spread it to others, she can only aim at her brother, which is also a consistent way for ordinary people to vent their dissatisfaction to their closest people, because they know in their hearts that the other party will never leave and hurt themselves because of this. Perhaps this is also the origin of the harbor once.

Zhang Muyang shrugged his shoulders in response to her scolding, this kid was barely smart, and he actually guessed his own thoughts, gave Ling Bing a look, and asked her to help him coax, while he himself slipped away.

Although the ghost things on Zhang Muchen's body were destroyed, although they didn't suffer much damage, they were always somewhat damaged, and he had to refine some pills to help her comb her body. Moreover, after devouring the evil spirit, the Drought Golem seemed to have left some 'legacy' for him to ponder.

Two hours later, Zhang Muyang sat in the Dan room, sitting cross-legged, with a few jade gourds in his hand, which were the magic weapons he refined, which were used to place the pills and prevent the loss of the medicinal properties of the pills.

In the past two hours, he had refined some elixirs that calmed the nerves and condensed the soul, and when Zhang Muchen's condition stabilized, he asked Ling Bing to send them to her. Right now, he's pondering a recipe left over from that evil fruit.

It is actually a method of ghost immortal cultivation, Zhang Muyang doesn't know much about this, although his cultivation in the last life is high, but he has little involvement, although this method of ghost immortal cultivation is only a fragment, but for Zhang Muyang, it is a lot of gains, with his knowledge of cultivating immortals, he can completely explore the mystery of the soul, even if it takes some time. It doesn't matter, after all, this is very beneficial to him, his physical body is complete, he has a thunder quenching body, refining an innate Dao body, and now the shortcoming in his body is a divine soul.

Thinking of this, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. This evil ghost came in time, if it wasn't for the discovery of this magic at this time, he wanted to condense his soul at a deeper level, I'm afraid it would be after the third turn.

When he came back this time, he was going to meditate for a while, sort out his recent practice, and refine some pills at the same time, even if the main medicine and medicine of the Five Elements Spirit Pill were still lacking, but other auxiliary spirit pills could be refined.

With a light breath of turbidity, Zhang Muyang sent out a divine thought, and began to retreat.

I don't know the day of cultivation, it's been a thousand years in the world!

Although Zhang Muyang's retreat this time was not so exaggerated, he had been practicing for three months, and when he was close to the end of the year, there was no sign of breaking through.

On this day, there was heavy snow in Zhonghai City, I don't know if it was because of the revival of aura, this year's Zhonghai City was colder than usual.

However, because the Zhang family is protected by the formation, the temperature is relatively warmer, and the Zhang family is a top family, the most bad and the least lacking is money, and all kinds of cold and warm measures have been prepared for a long time, and there will be no mistakes.

Zhang Muchen and Ling Bing sat quietly in the pavilion in the courtyard, with a few plates of snacks and a pot of hot wine on the table, watching the heavy snow fall outside the pavilion, the two of them were drinking or laughing, and they had a different taste in it.

"Sister-in-law, when will my brother be out of the customs. ”

Ling Bing glanced at Zhang Muyang's retreat Danfang, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe it's today, maybe it's next year." ”

Zhang Muchen held his cheek in one hand, held the wine glass in the other hand and kept shaking, his eyes were the same as Ling Bing, and he looked at the place where Zhang Muyang was retreating.

Since the end of the ghost building, this girl has learned from the pain, changed her past, and began to cultivate seriously under the guidance of Ling Bing. Her cultivation qualifications are already excellent, and with a master like Ling Bing on her side, her realm is advancing day by day.

She was still a novice cultivator three months ago, but now she has cultivated to the early stage of Qi refining, and she is only one step away from breaking through to the middle stage.

Although she said that she hated Zhang Muyang to death before, she was like Spiegel in her heart, knowing that it was a good thing, Zhang Muyang had been away for so many days at once, and her heart became empty.

The same is true for Ling Bing, it's just that she is not as obvious as Mu Chen, but the longing in her heart is by no means less than her.

Just when the two of them were melancholy, Zhang Muyang was sitting upright in the Dan room, surrounded by a layer of white mist, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Every time he breathed, it was like a giant whale sucking water, long and far-reaching, and as he continued to breathe, the white mist around him became heavier and heavier, almost condensing into water droplets.

I don't know when, Zhang Muyang's breathing gradually stopped, he stayed for a while, and slowly opened his eyes, this time he opened his eyes, the world in front of him seemed to be completely new, the previous world, in Zhang Muyang's eyes, seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and after this retreat, all his feelings were very different from before.

Zhang Muyang understood why, after three months of penance meditation, he spied a trace of the mystery of the soul through the fragments of the ghost immortal exercises, combined with what he had seen and heard in his previous life. This makes his spirit almost three times stronger than before.

Even though his current divine soul is not as good as that of a Jindan stage cultivator, it is not much close, and if he can break through to the third turn in the future, the strength of his divine soul is almost unimaginable.

"Hmm!"

With a light snort, Zhang Muyang stood up and stretched his waist fiercely, although he did not make an inch of cultivation in this retreat, he definitely gained a lot of benefits, he had already had an experience, and he understood too well the value brought by the strength of the divine soul.

Now that he has a small body and soul, he is comparable to the Jindan monk, maybe the monk cave he discovered before, he can go and take a look, even if he has no gain, he will not be as embarrassed as last time.

After moving his body, Zhang Muyang was about to leave the customs when his brows suddenly frowned slightly. "Is this a bad guest coming to the door?"