"No wonder he can imprison the Golden Lotus in the palm of his hand, this little stone figure is extremely mysterious and unpredictable, with extraordinary power, it is like facing the vast earth and the vast void of the universe, vast and boundless, and the divine power is like the abyss and the sea. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The little stone man definitely has an amazing origin, it seems that it once suffered an unimaginable catastrophe and collapsed in the heavens and the earth, even though there are only two stone legs and a stone arm left, but it is still as powerful as a prison, you can imagine how terrible the intact little stone man is.

"It's really terrifying, I can't imagine its true power at all!" Mo Mingzhi was shocked to the extreme, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying and shocked he felt, and said to himself: "What kind of existence is the flawless little stone man......"

At this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he noticed the 'oracle bone inscriptions' on the small stone figures, and those strange shapes flowed out of an indescribable Dao rhyme.

"I can't control the little stone man, I can engrave its 'oracle bone inscription' first!"

There is no 'oracle bone inscription' on the mutilated little stone man, only dense in the cracks, the 'oracle bone inscription' is dense, complex and mysterious, mysterious, as difficult and difficult to understand as the wordless heavenly book, but there is a primitive rhyme of Tao giving birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things, which makes people can't help but immerse themselves in it, as if they were intoxicated.

Mo Mingming had just started his cultivation, and he couldn't understand these esoteric 'oracle bone inscriptions' at all, and the only thing he could do was to temper the 'immortal golden lump' that could not be sacrificed into a 'tower' in the cracks of the small stone figures, and engrave all the mysterious 'oracle bone inscriptions'.

"These intricate and mysterious oracle bone inscriptions must be extraordinary, and it is very likely that they are the kind of innate 'trajectory of the Dao' in the legend, which is unparalleled in the world. ”

Mo Mingzhi meditated and contemplated, adjusted his own state, and after half a moment, he once again sacrificed the 'Immortal Golden Pimple', smelted it, and covered it on the small stone figure and continuously engraved it, forming a dense 'Immortal Gold Vein', just like the blood vessels and veins of the human body, the life essence is flowing endlessly, and there are many 'oracle bone inscriptions' floating and sinking.

He tempered and engraved it repeatedly, until his heart was enveloped by a mysterious and mysterious feeling, and this 'fairy gold pimple' seemed to slowly give birth to an indescribable aura.

However, when he probed carefully, he found that it was still so ordinary, and there was no change in the slightest, not to mention the so-called ancient charm.

"Could it be that the induction is wrong?" Mo Mingming showed a thoughtful expression.

In the following process, he dissolved the 'Immortal Golden Pimple' again and again, tempered it again and again, and integrated the oracle bone inscription on the small stone figure inside and out, which can be said to be a fusion of Tao and reason.

"It feels more condensed than ever, whether it is as I expected or not, the engraving of the oracle bone inscription on the small stone figure must have benefited a lot. ”

In the end, Mo Mingming began to refine the 'Tower' again, wondering if there was really a new change after the 'Immortal Golden Pimple' engraved the oracle bone inscription.

In the sky above his golden thunder pool, the 'Immortal Golden Pimple' changed repeatedly, the edges and corners slowly rounded, and the light was much more restrained, adding an inexplicable charm.

In the end, although he didn't even temper the embryo, Mo Mingzhi didn't feel the slightest sense of frustration, he discovered a new change, and during the cultivation of the 'Immortal Golden Pimple', he captured a mysterious and mysterious Dao rhyme.

"The oracle bone inscription on the small stone figure must have a great origin, and it will be repeatedly smelted and engraved every day in the future, and it will naturally come to fruition after a long time, and finally it will be successfully refined. ”

At noon, Mo Mingming returned to the small pharmacy, he liked the warm atmosphere of eating with Su Niang and Ling'er, which made him feel at home.

After lunch, Ling'er wiped the table very seriously, and Mo Mingming saw this scene, and he felt embarrassed, as if he hadn't helped with housework.

"Ling'er, leave it to me to do it, you are still young, and it is not suitable to do these housework now, go take a nap when you are sleepy, and grow up quickly." ”

"Big brother, don't worry, I'll wipe the table, my mother said I wiped it very clean. Ling'er blinked her smart eyes and said in a milky voice.

Su Niang smiled, washing the dishes on the side, and when she looked at her daughter, her face was full of happy smiles.

At this moment, an arrogant voice came, which instantly dissipated this warm atmosphere, and said: "It's been three years, your daughter has finally been born, I didn't expect to be so well-behaved." ”

A twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man strode in, his face was arrogant, his eyes were a little cold, he glanced at Su Niang and Mo Mingming lightly, and then stared at Ling'er.

"Hello uncle, does it have anything to do with my family?" Ling'er was very sensible, and although she noticed some abnormalities, she still politely said uncle.

"Of course it matters, when your grandparents were alive, we were already in the same family. It's a pity, three years ago, after your mother was inexplicably pregnant with you, your grandparents died soon......" The twenty-seven or eight-year-old young man looked indifferent, his eyes were cold, and people felt inexplicably cold, he didn't care about the feelings of Su Niang's mother and daughter, and directly said that Ling'er's grandparents were dead.

Ling'er's eyes suddenly turned red, three years ago, although she was in her mother's womb, she already had a little wisdom, and vaguely remembered the events at that time, many people pointed at her, saying that she was a demon fetus, a disaster star descended into the world, killed her grandparents, made her very self-blame and sorrowful, and then with the passage of time, she finally smoothed the scars in her heart.

At this time, remembering the death of her grandparents again, tears suddenly overflowed from her eyes, turned around, and slowly wiped the table, at the same time, tears splashed on the table.

Seeing this, Su Niang's face changed slightly, and she said, "Young Master Zhao, what are you doing here?"

The twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man looked around, the mockery in his eyes was not concealed at all, and said, "Is there something to come here, anyway, I was once the same disciple of your parents, and it is reasonable to come and visit your mother and daughter." ”

Su Niang's face was expressionless, and she replied: "The Zhao family has already visited, if there is nothing to do, please leave here, we are closing." ”

Mo Mingming was silent beside him, he had already recognized the identity of the person in front of him, it was the young man riding the two-headed black tiger in the morning.