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The next day, as if nothing had happened, Xuan Mo had a meal with the song at noon, and Zhe didn't say anything, after eating, the three of them went to the outer mountains to practice as before.
Both Song and Zhe have a heart, yesterday's conversation in the secret hall, in the gate of the resentful spirit, Xuan Mo is good, I don't know what to want, and everything doesn't seem to be as good as I thought before, and I can live in peace after ten years.
The song is in the old place, sitting cross-legged.
No matter whether I can stay in peace for ten years in the Gate of the Resentful Spirit, no matter what goes wrong, I will not be able to die and get the Orb of the Resentful Spirit.
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The more the song felt the danger but the more determined the idea, the easier it was to mobilize the golden qi, and the easier it was to make it stronger.
Danger and belief go hand in hand, thinking that I have been in the city of illusions for a hundred years, I have spent it safely, and after leaving the city of illusions, there are too many things that have happened.
All the way down, it's like being in a dream, most of the nightmares.
Before stepping out of the City of Illusions, life is optional.
In the city of ten thousand illusions, accompanied by relatives and friends, living in peace, carrying more joy than sorrow, but after choosing thousands of rivers and mountains to find the spirit jewel and then go to the Yujia forest, everything that follows must be endured.
Choice, seemingly a very light thing, is often accompanied by a series of changes, the song is never afraid of change, but everything in front of him is too vague, even the light and darkness are not clear, can only wait, wait for the danger to come, wait for the ......
I don't know who they are talking about.
"Life and death, she is only to be stronger!
But one thing is true, it is indeed to become strong in the present, and it is not to care about the past life and the next life.
The golden aura seemed to have a mission, infinitely surging, rushing in the meridians of the song.
Among the grass and trees, the golden light flashes around the song.
Zhe didn't leave to cultivate alone, but landed on the side of the branch to see the recent cultivation results of the song.
The song drove the golden aura to rotate around his body, adding the magic shield of Zhe he had comprehended, and the golden aura became more and more vigorous, and the spell shield was actually superimposed on two layers.
Zhe looked at it in surprise, after the spell of the spell shield was comprehended by the song, he cultivated every day, and now he could stack two layers.
The song is shrouded in golden light, and within half a zhang, it shines like a small sun.
Neg's talent is extraordinary, and he pondered that if Nege fully mastered the mobilization technique of this golden true qi and became the strongest Venerable just around the corner, then even if the god-level Xuanmo had ulterior motives, there should be no problem in escaping with his life.
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In the evening, Ge and Zhe went down the mountain, and saw Xuan Moli closing his eyes and kneeling in the shade of the tree from a distance, his dark green robe dragging on the grass, and his five-foot long hair quietly fluttered with the occasional wind blowing.
In an instant, the song was in a trance, and Xuan Mo was away from the good that would give her three years, such as a master and a father, why should she recognize?
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On the shores of Lake Narukawa.
Xuan Mo stood in the distance with the song.
Zhe rushed to the waterfall in the distance of Lake Narukawa, and his golden wings were ready to rush with the waterfall.
The waterfall is full of thousands of feet, the water falls from a high place, and the force that hits Zhe's body should be above ten thousand jun.
Zhe endured half a pillar of incense for an hour, and then flew out of the waterfall and returned.
"This is indeed an excellent place to refine the body, and the waterfall beats the body, how can it also have the power of ten thousand jun. Excellent!" This is the method of tempering his body that Zhe thought of last night.
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Afterwards.
After the cultivation of the song of the day, he and Xuan Mo left to accompany Zhe to practice at the waterfall.
Zhe can endure half a column of incense at first under the waterfall.
After a month, you can endure a pillar of incense.
Gradually, Zhe's wings can withstand the beating of the waterfall for a longer time.
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One day, after Zhe's refining body, the song sank into the gap between fishing in Lake Narukawa.
"Can you tell me about it?" Zhe crouched over Xuan Moli's shoulder. Xuan Moli sat cross-legged on the grass by the lake.
Xuan Moli: "What are you talking about?"
Zhe said: "Since you don't want to take the initiative to say it, then I asked, first, where did the horn between my forehead come from?"
Xuan Moli said bluntly: "Yes, the song is given." When refining the blood of the black-horned eagle, the horns of the black-horned eagle were stained with the blood of the song. ”
Zhe flapped his wings and flew to Xuan Moli's lap, a pair of black pupils stared at him tightly: "Second, what song is a demon god?"
Xuan Mo didn't answer.
Zhe then asked, "She doesn't know, does she?"
Xuan Moli looked behind Zhe.
The body of the white fox has been brought ashore with a big fish at this time.
"Zhe, you must be very hungry after refining your body, come on!"
Zhe glanced at Xuan Moli deeply, forget it, he will ask again when he finds an opportunity.
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After eating enough, Nege and Zhe inadvertently slept on the shore of the lake, Xuanmo wrapped his ink-colored robe and carried it on his back, and then carried Zhe's golden horn and called the flying sword to return.
The moonlight was hazy, and Xuan Mo was a little more sad between his eyebrows.
Isn't there a bit too much for Zhe today......
It was night, and the wind was gusting.
Zhe woke up in a blur.
"You're carrying the horns of the deity!
Xuan Moli let go of his hand, and Zhe fell from the sky.
Then it flew up again.
Xuan Moli urged his divine power to control the flying sword to accelerate, leaving Zhe far behind.
"Xuan Moli!"
Zhe's mournful shouts echoed in the night sky.
"Forget it! the deity flies back by itself!" Zhe flapped his slightly sour wings.
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"It's snowing, this white velvet coat, warm and tight. "It's been a flash, and the song has come to the winter of the seventh year of the Gate of the Resentful Spirit, and Xuan Die'er has brought new clothes.
"It's been the seventh year. The song murmured, and stroked the velvet, and indeed before it could be worn, it was a little warm when he stroked it for a while.
The charcoal fire in the house burned red, and the color of the face was even more beautiful.
"The master is going into retreat for a month. It's already in the Kannai now. Xuan Die'er said and withdrew.
Didn't we all retreat for one day a month before, why do we have to retreat for a month now?
I only heard Xuan Die'er's steps go far.
Zhe wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, he recited the song with a god: "This time Xuanmo has been away from retreat for a long time, even if we don't go to see the resentful spirit orb, let's go outside the gate to listen to it." ”
The song: "You and I have a soul in our hearts." ”
He put on the white velvet coat, and when he saw that there was a red-haired cloak underneath, he covered his body with a piece of it, and stepped out of the threshold with Zhe with an umbrella.
"I'm confused, Zhe. ”
"Do you suspect that Xuan Mo lives in a body with a pair of divine senses?"
"Yes. The song walked tighter, and after turning a corner, he passed a few halls.
Zhe Yan: "But in fact, none of this has anything to do with us, does it?"
"But I had a vague feeling that the conversation we had heard a few years ago outside the walls of that temple meant me. ”
Zhe was anxious in his heart, and he didn't know where the uneasiness came from: "Nege, my intuition is very accurate, I am very anxious when I come here, or let's go back to the room." ”
"Nope. I want to figure it out. ”
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