After breakfast, Mo Mingming walked out of the small pharmacy and came to a restaurant near the Zhao family, and looked into the distance, and found that the Zhao family's mansion was almost in ruins, and dozens of houses were pierced by crossbow arrows, leaving dense arrow holes, as thick as a fist, which was shocking. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Roar"

At this moment, a beast roar sounded outside Hanshan County, deafening, and soon the ground rumbled, and a fierce mount galloped over, shaped like a tiger, but it gave birth to two black heads, like a black light, and rushed to the gate of the Zhao family's mansion in an instant.

"Two-headed black tiger!" Mo Mingzhi showed a shocked expression, he knew that this kind of fierce beast was born with two heads, the shape was like a tiger, its divine power was amazing, its strength was more than ten times more terrifying than that of a bear elephant, and it fought endlessly until the last drop of blood was shed.

Ordinary people can't subdue this kind of fierce beast at all, even if it's a Holy Dao cultivator in the Enlightenment Realm, it is difficult to subdue it, the two-headed black tiger is infinitely powerful, and it is generally a cultivator in the Haoran Realm who subdues it and gives it to a disciple who can't control the green clouds.

The two-headed black tiger's eyes were blood-red, and he was angry, and he let out bursts of roars, which were very terrifying, and on top of it sat a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with an indifferent expression, cold eyes, and a lofty appearance.

The guards of the Zhao family recognized the identity of the young man and quickly opened the door, and then a guard was ecstatic and rushed to the depths of the mansion to say: "The eldest young master has returned......

Hearing this, Mo Mingzhi's hanging heart finally relaxed, and he felt that this Zhao family master was very likely to be just a cultivator of the Enlightenment Realm, otherwise he would directly control the Qingyun and return to the sky.

"This 'Sun Stone' should fall into my hands!"

Now he hasn't found the right time to make a move, half a moment later, Mo Mingming entered the depths of the mountain range, and at this time, looking inwardly at the golden lotus diagram in the chaotic dantian, he found that the golden lotus on the top was withering more and more, and the Dao Yun seemed to be really about to be completely lost.

"I can't figure it out......," Mo Mingming was puzzled, and said to himself, "Fortunately, I have condensed the most precious 'Nuwa Mark'." ”

Immediately after that, he continued to comprehend the 'Nuwa Mark', each time he had a new understanding, and he didn't know how long it took to stop, and then he began to practice the 'Tower' in the Chaos Dantian.

One hundred and ninety drops of origin essence blood were smelted into one, like a piece of immortal gold bump, the golden light was shining, Ren Mo wisely repeated sacrifices, but it was always difficult to temper into a tower.

In this process, Mo Mingzhi once tried to refine a flying knife, and in the end, although it was not completely transformed into a flying knife, he tempered the general outline of the knife embryo.

"Why is it so difficult for the tower to succeed?"

Mo Mingzhi did not believe in evil, smelted the golden knife embryo, and began to sacrifice the tower again, but after thousands of tempering, in the end it was still in vain, and he could only sacrifice it into a ball, which was always difficult to form, and even the embryo was difficult to temper.

"From this point of view, I don't know when I will be able to temper the tower of natural rhyme, if I end up with gray hair and turn into a handful of loess, it will be too late to say anything. ”

The process of refining the tower not only had to infiltrate the essence of life, but also mobilized a lot of spiritual power, and in the end, Mo Mingzhi's mind was consumed so much that he could only stop.

Above the golden thunder pool, the particle-sized 'Immortal Golden Pimple' was dazzling, and it was difficult to form even if you tried it for thousands of times.

"Such a piece of 'immortal gold' is equivalent to a broken 'weapon', I don't know if I can sacrifice it out of my body to kill the enemy. ”

Mo Mingming has always been very yearning, like other cultivators to control the spirit treasure to kill the enemy, and now although he has not been completely tempered into a weapon, he has also sacrificed a piece of 'immortal gold', and he has a feeling of eagerness to try.

Thinking of this, he stared at the 'Immortal Golden Pimple' suspended above the golden thunder pool, couldn't hold it anymore, and said to himself, "Let's try it." ”

The particle-sized 'Immortal Golden Pimple' quickly sank into the golden thunder pool and disappeared in an instant, and then Mo Mingming's mind moved, and a brilliant golden light rose from his body, like a golden lightning across the sky.

The blazing brilliance was fleeting, and several ancient trees and several boulders were pierced by it in an instant.

Mo Zhizhi stepped forward and put his hand on the ancient tree, a tall ancient tree suddenly turned into powder, and sprinkled it down one after another, just now when the golden light rushed past, how could it be seen that the ancient tree was only pierced out of a hole, but it had been shattered into pieces.

Mo Mingming showed a look of surprise, several towering ancient trees were all like this.

As for the boulders, when they touched it, they all turned into pieces in an instant, and they had already been shaken into powder.

The 'Immortal Golden Pimple' rushed out more than ten meters away, like a brilliant sun in the air, with Mo Mingming's mind moved, the brilliance was fleeting, and in an instant, it crossed the sky and submerged into his chaotic dantian.

"It's really amazing...... Mo Mingming sighed, he just had a mentality of trying it out, he never thought that he would be able to sacrifice the 'Immortal Golden Pimple' out of his body like a spiritual treasure, and its power was terrifying.

"This 'Immortal Golden Pimple' has not yet been tempered and formed, can it be used as an alternative weapon to kill the enemy?" his thoughts rolled, and he began to explore again, and the golden light was fleeting, like golden lightning constantly streaking through the air.

Mo Mingming sensed that he could only sacrifice the 'Immortal Golden Pimple' more than ten meters away, and once the distance was too long, it would be difficult for him to do it like an arm.

"Since the end of the Great Qin era, after the martial artist disappeared from the world, I am afraid that not many people can know what mystery is hidden in the martial artist's 'Dao-carrying weapon', although it has not been sacrificed and formed, but it has such power, it is conceivable that this 'fairy gold pimple' must be extraordinary, and now I also have an alternative weapon, destroying the withering and decaying, and it will definitely be invincible when killing the enemy outside the body. Mo Mingzhi felt that he had mastered a hole card, and finally had some confidence.

"The 'Immortal Golden Pimple' that hasn't even been tempered is so terrifying, that little stone man must be even more terrifying, it should be a real artifact that has been artificially refined, but I don't know how powerful it is......" Thinking of this, Mo Mingzhi was very uncalm in his heart, staring at the golden thunder pool, wanting to control the little stone man.

However, in the middle of the golden thunder pool, the little stone figure did not move at all, and sat there like an emperor.

"I felt like I was shaking up a world. Mo Mingzhi was sweating profusely, and he tried his best, but he couldn't make the little stone man move, and the middle of the golden thunder pool was filled with an aura of antiquity and vicissitudes, as well as an endless coercion.