Mo Mingzhi sat under the tree, his heart settled down slightly, and when he looked around, he saw the green wind on the rocks like a veil fluttering like flowing clouds.

He didn't know why he hung on the branch of the cliff for a long time.

Didn't he cultivate on a stone?

He didn't know the danger of falling off a cliff, let alone the danger of hitting a rock and dying.

Little did he know, of course, that he had achieved a miraculous achievement unlike any other in the world.

Mo Zhizhi has cultivated this magical and strange martial art, which is a dangerous and intelligent martial art.

Not to mention that all the occult spirit people dare not take this path, even if they are old demons, they don't dare to try it with their bodies.

First of all, no one dares to do such gibberish.

And even if they did, I'm afraid no one would be stupid enough to jump off a cliff.

What if you don't hit a rock, but a wall?

Even if they hit the protruding rock, in case the shock could not break the acupuncture points between the two veins, it would be more to shatter the bones and die a tragic death with blood and flesh splashing.

Therefore, Mo Mingming's strange spell is neither a high-level martial art, nor any other superb cultivation, as the old demon said, it is a random study of the towering Liuhe Divine Skill, no one can learn it, no one can practice it.

This incredible way to practice the technique, as long as there is no coincidence in one place, is death.

After a period of observation, Mo Mingming found that the tree, which was as thick as a bowl, had roots on a stone in the middle of the wall, which was a little incongruous.

It is no more than a foot wide and no more than ten feet long.

It was covered with wild vines, and some even climbed trees.

Looking down from the tree, the surrounding clouds and mist are shrouded, the mountains and rocks are craggy, strange shapes, there is no bottom, looking up, the mountain cliffs are steep, the clouds fly into the sky, it is unreachable, it is really steep.

In this half-wall, where there was no way to climb down up and down, Mo Mingming didn't know what to do.

He was afraid that he would fall from the tree, so he carefully climbed down and stood on a rock less than a foot and a half wide, trying to grasp the vine and see if he could climb to the top of the tree or climb down.

Although it is steep here, Mo Mingming has taken his grandfather up the mountain to hunt since he was a child, and he has also walked on the edge of the cliff, so he doesn't feel very scared.

Now because of the Xuan Ling between the two veins, I feel extremely energetic, and it seems to have a never-ending power, and all the strange phenomena of cultivation pain in the past are completely gone.

He still didn't understand why he was hanging from a branch in the middle of the wall.

Did Grandpa hang me here to cure me?

But now I've been fine, why didn't grandpa pick me up?

Did grandpa let me practice in this quiet place?

I'm cured.

What are you still cultivating?

Mo Mingming vaguely remembered that when he was in front of the rock, there were several times when the monkey wanted to disturb him, and he told his grandfather to wave his sleeves and leave!

Yes, it must have been my grandfather who signaled me to come here to practice and completely cure the root cause of the disease.

But if I'm hungry, what am I going to eat here?

Will Grandpa bring it?

At the thought of being hungry, Mo Mingming was really hungry.

For several days, he barely dripped, and he did not eat.

During his cultivation, he was so miserable that he didn't want to eat.

Now he wants to eat.

He began to look around to see if there was anything to eat.

Mo Mingzhi followed his grandfather to hunt in the mountains since he was a child.

When he ran out of food, he knew how to find food in barren mountains and barren forests.

But in these cliffs, there are no wild fruits other than wild grasses, vines, and trees.

There isn't even a bird's nest on this tree.

As for wild animals like hares, they don't come to this cliff at all.

Mo Mingming was a little disappointed at first, but he found that in the half-wall vine plant, there was a vine that grew leaves, like sweet potato leaves or cabbage leaves, the surface was green, and the bottom leaves were dark red.

He remembered that his grandfather said that most of the roots under this tree can be eaten, not only can they be eaten, but they can also be eaten as medicine.

Mo Mingming thought: I'll dig it out first and see if I can eat it?

And he walked along the vine.

For thousands of years, this protruding rock was covered with mud.

Perhaps weeds and fallen leaves have accumulated and rotted here, turning this place into a layer of black mud.

Mo Mingzhi quickly found the vine roots next to the wall and began to dig up.

At this time, the strange real gas flow on Mo Mingming's body, not to mention digging, was a hard rock, and he could break it with his strength.

He used almost his hands and movements, and wherever he had strength, he could crush rocks, even though he didn't know it.

At first, he broke off a branch to dig up.

The branch broke, and he dug it with both hands.

He had great strength and dug out all the stones.

Mo Mingming still didn't know how strong he was, but he felt that the rocks on the cliff were too brittle, and it was easier to break them than to break the branches.

He dug six or seven feet deep, and found a thick root growing in the crack of the rock, and he tried hard to dig through the rock, and suddenly a root as long as a human appeared, and the smell of incense aroused Mo's appetite even more.

He didn't care, wiped off the sand and stone powder with his clothes, and then ate it in a big gulp, and in the blink of an eye, he ate cleanly, and he didn't feel hungry anymore?

The branches and leaves of the wild yam would help, he thought.

If only there were more!

So, he looked around for other similar vines and decided to dig them up again.

But after a while, he felt that his whole body was warm, and his chest rose and fell as if it was about to explode.

Mo Mingming was shocked: Is the strange disease in my body happening again?

Or is the yam poisonous?

How did Mo Zhi know that what he was eating was not a wild yam, but a unique treasure - a thousand-year-old He Shou Wu.

Folklore has it that Polygonum multiflorum has the effect of prolonging life and replenishing blood, and long-term use can turn gray hair into black hair and restore youthful vitality.

There used to be such a story.

I don't know what dynasty it was, there was an old prisoner named him who was imprisoned, no one brought food, and there was not enough food in the prison.

The vine grew beside the prison in which he was imprisoned, and he dug it up every day and ate it for a long time.

His white hair turned black, hence the name "Countless He Shou Wu".

Generally, the ever-changing He Shou Wu can turn white to black, which can imagine the effect of the millennium.

A chance encounter, Mo Mingzhi fell under the priceless treasure that is unparalleled in this world, and its incredible power was immediately exerted, making the strange cultivation in Mo Mingzhi's body immediately stir and surge, its power was so irresistible that it almost made Mo Mingming's body explode.

Of course, Mo Mingzhi felt a fever all over his body, and his blood boiled!

But he didn't know why, he thought he was sick again, so he hurriedly sat down to rest and breathe.

Mo Ming's luck immediately felt the heat flow of his body, so his hands and feet and waist shook at the same time, and in an instant, the heat torrent gradually calmed down, the blood no longer rolled, and the body was very comfortable, almost flying in the air.

This is exactly the best position that can be achieved in practice, and it is also the ultimate state that people on the Xuan Ling Master want to achieve but cannot achieve.

We'd be glad if the rest of us could make it this far!

However, Mo Mingzhi did not know, but was afraid.

He tried to calm himself so that his body would not fly.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Mingming felt that he could control his body not to fly, exhaled a breath of air, slowly stood up, and saw that it was pitch black all around, it turned out to be the arrival of night.

Even though it was dark at night, Mo's wise eyes could still see the objects around him clearly.

Then he heard the howl of an ape in the distance.

It turned out that he had been lucky enough to take a breath just now, and unexpectedly opened six more veins.

It turned out that the cultivation in his body was already extremely powerful, which made the cultivation in his body reach an incomparable strength, almost increasing the strength of a jiazi.

This kind of bizarre martial art is something that Xuanling people dare not imagine.

When he did, it felt like smoke coming out of a ghost, like a shooting star, not to mention an old demon, but the best man in the world.

As a result of this peculiar feat, he was able to see at night and hear sounds from ten miles away.

When he heard the sound of a tiger howling in the dark, Mo Mingming was a little scared.

What if the tiger smells the smell and runs over?

I don't have a bow or arrow.

But he thought about it and laughed again.

On this half of the cliff, not to mention the tiger, even the ape can't climb up, what are you afraid of?

In fact, fear is unnecessary.

With his current physical strength, he could chase away any beast, no matter how fierce it was, not a tiger.

At the slightest touch, the most ferocious beast will be thrown off, but if it does not attack, it will raise its feet and run away, and even the eagle will not be able to catch up with it.

Mo knew that the beast couldn't come here, so he sat down and fell asleep.

When he heard the birdsong, he opened his eyes and saw that it was already dawn, the clouds were thick, and the bees were flying around.

He moved his arms and legs, but with a wave of his arms, he hit the trunk of a tree, which broke off and fell off the cliff.

He didn't know that it was his amazing strength that had broken it.

He thought to himself, "How can this tree be broken at the slightest touch?"

Is this tree eaten by insects?

He thought of the tree that had hung on the tree the day before, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If the tree had broken yesterday, if it had fallen off a cliff, wouldn't it be finished for itself?

How did the old man hang himself on such a hollow, rotten branch?

No, I have to find a way to get out of here.

The stones here are brittle, and if they collapse, I'll fall too.

Mo Mingming looked around again to see if he could find a way to go up or down.

To his left, he saw another, slightly protruding rock, more than five feet high, and three feet away, kudzu vines hanging down from the top of the mountain.

I thought, if I can jump on that rock and climb the kudzu vine, maybe I can climb to the top.

But it's so high, so far, can I jump?

What if you can't jump on it?

It's a pity that the tree broke again, otherwise I could have climbed the tree to jump over it.

Mo Mingzhi thought to himself, his legs bent slightly, and he wanted to try to jump to see how high he could jump.

As soon as he held his breath and stood on tiptoe, his whole body soared into the air, jumping higher than the stone.

For he had jumped straight and straight, and had not jumped to the side, and was ten feet away from the protruding rock, and was about to fall.

He panicked and involuntarily somersaulted in mid-air like a monkey and landed gently on the rock.

I almost broke out in a cold sweat.

He calmed down for a moment, exhaled, and thought to himself: What a danger!

If I hadn't made a monkey turn over, I would have fallen to my death from the cliff!

It seems that the action picture of the monkey drawn by my grandfather is not bad.

Saved his life in danger.

In the future, I must learn the monkey body well.

Mo Mingzhi climbed the rock and was surprised to find that there were blood stains on it.

What kind of blood is this?

Is it the blood of some beast?

If the beast can get to this point, there is a way to get somewhere else.

He looked around again.

Except for the stone walls cut by knives, there was no path for the beast to fall.

He watched.

I can't think of what caused blood to be found here.

How did he know it was blood that had been splashed from the rocks when he fell off the cliff?

There was no way, Mo Mingzhi tried the kudzu vine on the stone wall with his hand to see if he could bear it.

At first glance it seems bearable.

So, he carefully climbed up the kudzu vine.

If he could easily climb that wall, he could reach the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

But apart from the power of his body cultivation, he can't do any martial arts, and he can only complete the various ways of the monkey.

It took him more than an hour to reach the top of the mountain.

He was delighted as soon as he reached the top of the mountain.

He walked through the fruit grove and came to the mouth of the cave.

The door was closed, and he thought, "Hasn't the old man gotten up yet?"

He moved the door of the machine, slowly opened, and rushed in happily, shouting, "Grandpa, I'm coming up, I'm all right!"

But no one in the cave answered.

How lazy should I be? Did Grandpa come out early in the morning?

As expected, the old man walked out.

So he ran outside to look for it, and searched almost the entire top of the mountain, but there was still no trace of the old man.

He raised his voice and shouted, "Grandpa, where are you? I'm coming!"

Because of the strange cultivation in Mo Mingzhi's body, it was very strong, and his voice, the sound traveled for dozens of miles, making birds fly, wild animals under the mountain, and some hunters were shocked on the mountain.

Mo Mingming shouted for a while, but he didn't see his grandfather yet, and thought: Grandpa is really not here, it must be that the old man saw that the rice in the jar was gone, and went down the mountain to buy rice!

He went back to the hole in the kitchen and opened the rice in the bowl, and sure enough, there was not much rice, and he was even more convinced of his thoughts.

On several occasions, it was the old man who went down the mountain alone to buy food.

Sometimes a day, there is an interval of three or four days to come back, Mo Mingming is used to it.

Mo Mingzhi thought to himself: Since grandpa has gone down the mountain to buy rice, why don't you cook the rice first, and when grandpa comes back, there will be better food to eat?

Mo Mingming is a diligent child, and for the sake of the old man, he will immediately wash and cook the rice, cut the venison that the old man loves to eat every day, steam it on the rice, and wait for the old man to come back.

But when noon passed, I still didn't see the old man come back.

Mo Mingming said to himself: "It seems that this old man will not come back today, and I don't know if he will come back in a few days, so I'd better eat first." ”

Mo Mingming was a little disappointed.

He was very happy and was going to eat with the Nine Ghosts, and he wanted to tell the old man that he was fine and make him happy.

Now I have to eat by myself.

When he finished eating, he found it boring to sit alone in the cave, so he went to the orchard to play.

He saw a large group of monkeys and a small group of monkeys chasing each other in the trees.

Their quick and funny movements made Mo Mingming suddenly remember what he was going to do.

yes, why don't I learn to draw monkeys now?

There's nothing better than hanging out here!

Mo Mingming thought about it, so he ran back to the cave, opened the old devil's study, and saw the "Soul Monkey Transformation Method".

For more than a year, Mo Mingzhi practiced the Soul Monkey Transformation Method intermittently, and only practiced more than ten movements before stopping.

Because this kind of superb martial arts does not have deep internal strength, not only does it have no law, but it is also a strong practice, and it will also break tendons, or vomit blood and die.

Therefore, before the cultivation, the monkey felt dizzy and vomited as soon as he practiced four or five movements.

In this way, he was prompted to practice the old devil's towering Liuhe magic skill in a daze.

Now, Mo Mingzhi's body is full of strange true qi, and he wants to learn the monkey's body.

He practiced seven or eight movements without feeling dizzy and nauseous.

Then he was both surprised and surprised: Why, my strange disease did not return?

Is that okay?

Mo Mingming didn't know his own unique cultivation yet, but he thought that his strange illness was completely cured, and he no longer had the hot and cold back pain like before, and he was suddenly overjoyed.

He showed the movements of the seven or eight monkeys he had learned and the monkeys before him, and he was really as light as a swallow, as fast as lightning, and as flying back and forth as a bird.

After shaking it out, his heart stopped beating and his face was no longer rosy, but he still felt that his body could bear it.

The Soul Monkey Body Method has more than twenty movements.

You can dodge the sudden attack of martial arts masters in the Xuan Ling and attack suddenly.

Of course, it is not easy to avoid the elegance and noble style of Xuan Ling.

But the ever-changing actions of these more than 20 spirit monkeys were enough to make the Xuan Ling people envious and surprised.

The next day, he learned more than thirty movements, which brought the number of movements he had cultivated to seventy-two.

These seventy-two moves are better than the old demon's martial arts.

Not only can they dodge any surprise action made by the best, but, like the old demons, they can suddenly attack their opponents like ghosts, making them unable to dodge.

But Mo Mingzhi practiced the Soul Monkey Transformation Method, and he didn't expect to fight with people at all, it was just a child's mood at first, and it was just fun.

Later, Mo Mingming found this exercise very useful for himself, not only to avoid the attack of the big monkey, but also to protect himself in danger.

The twenty-eight soul monkey hundred transformation method movements, one action is really more difficult than the other, even the Nine Shadows Old Demon, and he doesn't dare to try it easily.

Some movements, rolling and rolling in mid-air, suddenly changing direction, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes left, sometimes right, unpredictable.

The body rolled down a little obviously, and when it was close to the ground, it suddenly flipped a somersault, and the body straightened up again, and there was almost no way to take advantage of the momentum, and it was all supported by the body.

This is the incredible body move in the Xuan Ling, it is the action imagined by the Nine Shadows Old Demon, and no one can match it.

But Mo wisely cultivated, if this was the case, if he was seen by the old demon, he would probably be surprised.

But these twenty-eight difficult monkey movements were completely made Mo Mingzhi spend two days of hard work before he succeeded in practicing.

As the saying goes, there is no end to learning, and there is no end to art.

Mo wisely thinks that he has learned a hundred movements of the monkey and there are no more movements to learn.

But when he looked at the picture again, he suddenly had an idea.

He felt as if the monkeys' movements were coming alive one after the other.

There are hundreds of different sports.

Mo Mingming closed his eyes in surprise and pondered.

The more he thought about it, the more he understood the mystery.

The monkeys on the screen seem to move one after the other in front of his eyes, and some of them jump from the first to the sixty-sixth.

The monkeys in these pictures, they are free-roaming.

Mo Mingming simply gave up rolling and practiced in the fruit forest, no longer static, nor in order, according to a person's mind, at this time, if someone saw Mo Mingming's Soul Monkey Transformation Method, not only was they greatly surprised, but I am afraid that there were also some doubts that Mo Mingming was not a person, but an elf in the mountains, a phantom of the world.

He is like a bird flying in the air.

He walked by inexplicably.

Not to mention that no first-class master could hurt him, even in the midst of thousands of troops, he would almost come and go like flying, like entering no man's land.

Mo Mingzhi reached this situation, to truly train his spirit, the soul monkey changed the essence of his body and became a martial arts weirdo.

This was something the old demon had never dreamed of, and it was far beyond his expectations, when he foolishly practiced his amazing magical skills.

But Mo Mingzhi still didn't know that he had become a unique magic trick and strange skill, just found it funny, and couldn't think of himself becoming a strange person in martial arts.

It's like a person who doesn't understand the value of jewelry, owns two unique diamonds, and doesn't know his wealth, but treats them as two interesting and playful pebbles.

Diamonds can be given to people, but Mo Ming's martial arts can't be given to people, even if others want to learn it, they can't learn it.

No one dared to risk his life and cultivate like him, and at the same time, it was impossible to practice the various methods of a monkey to reach his lofty realm.

Because without his incredible, incomparable adventure, he could only sigh, but could not reach it.