At the beginning of the morning light, in the endless black mountain, on the top of a mountain peak, a slender figure wearing a black trench coat sat cross-legged, breathing the soul power of heaven and earth. All things are silent and sound, and the whole heaven and earth seem to become more and more harmonious because of his existence.

The owner of the figure was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with short shoulder-length black hair, one of his bangs covering one of his eyes, and in the other eye, the pitch-black pupils were like a pool of deep water, unfathomable. His face was like a knife, sharp and stoic, and his thick eyebrows and firm nose bridge made his face extremely handsome.

The young man was exactly after becoming the spiritual servant of the master of the Dao Domain, Mo Ying, and he had never left the ink dust of the Ink Heavenly Mountain for half a step in a year.

Mo Chen quietly cultivated cross-legged, and the soul power of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be integrated, and a black and white Tai Chi pattern gradually appeared under him, and the surface of the pattern seemed to have water waves flowing. Mo Chen slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, stood up and walked towards the edge of the cliff, the Tai Chi patterns under his feet moving with his steps, all of which were rippling.

Day after day, night after night of cultivation and meditation, Mo Chen's soul power had condensed to a terrifying point. This year, in addition to Mo Chen's crazy cultivation, he also learned a lot of common knowledge related to soul magicians.

After an ordinary person awakens his soul, whether he has a soul at the level of an eternal soul or a soul at the level of a rare soul, in terms of strength division, he is in the realm of the primordial realm. The Primordial Realm is divided into four levels: Xiaocheng, Dacheng, Peak and Perfection, and the current Ink Dust is at the peak of the Primordial Realm, in the words of the Wind King, the cultivation speed of Ink Dust can simply be described as terrifying. You must know that if ordinary people want to reach the peak of the Primordial Realm after their souls awaken, it will take at least two years for the fastest person in the historical record.

The First Yuan Realm is only the first realm of soul magicians, and like ink sprinkling ink fragrance, they have already broken through the first Yuan realm and reached the second realm of soul magicians, the Condensation Realm. Regarding the gap between the Chu Yuan Realm and the Condensation Realm, Mo Chen had tried to challenge Mo Sprinkle half a year ago, but Mo Sprinkle only used one move to defeat Mo Chen.

Mochen stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the bottom of the cliff, and there was a black mist below. Even though Mochen was on the top of the highest mountain, he could clearly feel the chill coming from below.

Although the cold here is on the heavy side, the soul power of heaven and earth is the richest place in the entire Ink Heavenly Mountain, and cultivating here can get twice the result with half the effort, why is this? What is under the mountain of this mountain? Mo Chen stared at the black mist, trying to use his soul sense to perceive what was shrouded in the fog at the bottom of the mountain, but there was always an invisible resistance blocking Mo Chen's soul sense, so that Mo Chen could never perceive there.

"Senior Brother Mochen, good morning. Ink's gentle voice sounded behind Inkdust, and then Inksprinkle appeared beside Inkdust. Mo Chen's heart was shocked, he hadn't seen him for half a year, the stronger he became, the more he understood the horror of Senior Brother Mo Sa. In Mo Chen's perception, Mo Sa was obviously still ten miles away when he spoke, and when all the words fell, Mo Sa had already appeared beside him. With this speed alone, Mochen is ashamed of himself.

"Senior Brother Mosa, what's the matter?" there was a natural hint of respect in Mochen's voice.

"Put it on first, and then jump down the mountain with me," Mo Sa reached out and took out a black mask, with seven white lines on the mask, "It's been a year, you should understand everything, from now on, you are one of the ten seven-pattern guards in the Mo family's Dao Domain, in the Dao Domain, there are only three eight-pattern guards whose strength and identity are higher than you, The two nine-pattern guards and His Royal Highness Moying, but you became the tenth seven-pattern guard because you became the fifth spirit attendant of His Royal Highness Moying, so for your identity and strength, some of the veteran seven-pattern guards in the Dao domain have raised questions, and if you want to improve your status in the Dao Domain, in addition to being fortunate enough to become the spiritual servant of His Royal Highness Moying, there is only meritorious service, and it is very difficult to improve your status through meritorious service, and those nine seven-pattern guards are all Dao Domain veterans, so for their doubts, His Royal Highness Moying has no choice but to let me call you to confirm your strength to them。 ”

"I know, the two nine-pattern guards are Senior Brother you and Senior Sister Xiang'er, those three eight-pattern guards should be the three kings, but why did we jump off the bottom of the mountain?" Mo Chen took the black mask and put it on, then nodded, he had gone deep into Jane this year, and suddenly became a seven-pattern guard with a very high status, and the veteran guards were naturally not convinced. Only by proving your strength to them can you gain their trust.

"Because His Royal Highness Mo Ying's palace is just under this mountain, today is the annual Dao Domain Conference, you have to behave better. ”

Ink sprinkle and ink dust jumped down the mountain together, and the strong soul power enveloped the two of them through the black mist, and finally landed firmly on a black boat. The black boat is in the center of a wide river with dark blue rocks on both sides, the water is cold and rippling, and countless small lights that emit a soft light float quietly on the surface of the river, illuminating the entire long river.

"Senior Sister Xiang'er......" is no one else driving the boat, it is Mo Xiang'er. Mo Xiang'er wore a set of slim white lace robes, outlining her graceful figure to the fullest, and a faint fragrance emanated from her body, which made people feel intoxicated. Mo Chen looked at it and said without blinking: "It's so beautiful......"

"Little color embryo, today is the Dao Domain Conference, of course I have to dress better!" Mo Xiang'er pouted, her eyes full of charming smiles.

"Senior Brother Mosa, look at Senior Sister Xiang'er, do you think she is very beautiful today?" Mochen turned his head to look at Mosa and laughed softly, suddenly, Mochen's eyes stopped at Mosa's eyes, this is the first time Mochen has observed Mosa's eyes up close, the same black pupils, but there is no light in Mossan's eyes, "Senior Brother Mosa, your eyes are ......"

"Well, I killed myself a few years ago, and now I'm blind. Ink Sprinkle faced the end of the river, never glancing at the two of them, his voice soft and slight. Mo Xiang'er's eyes dimmed a little, and Mo Chen stopped talking in a funny way, and the black boat carrying him, Mo Sa, and Mo Xiang'er gradually disappeared at the beginning of the river.

(The second more collection!I wish the little pot friends a happy holiday!)