She didn't crush Siyuan Zhenjun's Zhihai, but the damage to his Zhihai was irreversible, no matter how good the elixir for repairing the divine sense, no matter how good the medical cultivation was, it couldn't cure it.

Mo Jiqing was reluctant to let this person lie in his practice room, picked and picked from the storage ring, took out a rope similar to a fairy rope and tied it around his waist, and dragged it out of the cave like this.

Mo Jiqing wanted to drag Siyuan Zhenjun all the way to the top of the mountain.

It's just that it's too ostentatious to do so, so he reluctantly slapped an invisibility talisman on Siyuan Zhenjun's body, and stepped on the ink knife, like flying an invisible kite, and quickly came to Siyuan Zhenjun's small palace.

Throw people directly into the main seat in the palace and ignore them.

With a wave of his hand, he wiped all the traces of his coming, and then left the small palace.

As for why she didn't send Siyuan Zhenjun to Yuan Hexu's side, of course she didn't want to see Yuan Hexu's scumbag face at all.

After Mo Jiqing finished doing this, he simply went back to his cave mansion, and now he just sat back and waited for how things would develop.

Just now, when she was doing whatever she wanted in the sea of consciousness of Siyuan Zhenjun, she could clearly feel the horror of the original body, suddenly realized, happy, happy, couldn't wait to return, etc., all kinds of emotions were intertwined.

Of course, the opportunity for the original body to return is still a little bit shorter.

It's also time to find something to do for the original.

Thinking like this, he simply set up a protective circle for his cave. This time, she didn't have anyone to wait for to come to the door, and the magic circle she had planted was not so easy to be broken.

Unless the person who came not only surpassed her in cultivation, but also surpassed her in divine sense, there was no possibility of breaking through the formation at all.

Everything was ready, and the divine consciousness sank into the sword intent space of the ink knife.

The space of the knife intent is still the void, or the black curtain, with stars hanging on the black curtain, quiet and lonely.

And the man in ink was nowhere to be seen, of course, Mo Jiqing knew that the spiritual sense still existed, but he was hiding.

Mo sent affection and didn't shout, raised his right hand, and the ink knife appeared out of thin air.

Mo sent the knife technique of the crazy knife technique, feeling that the ink knife was connected with her own mood, and the knife intent gathered around her like a mountain and a sea, and her actions and artistic conception at this time were no different from the man in ink.

With a slash, the power was only stronger than what the man in ink had demonstrated before.

The first form, the end.

There was not the slightest movement in the void.

After teleporting a distance directly in front of her, she closed her eyes and silently sensed her surroundings, and after a while, she raised her knife to condense her sword intent in only one direction.

The second type, splitting out.

This second type of ink has been reproduced in her heart a thousand times, and it is impossible for her to reproduce it 100%.

After all, everyone's understanding of a practice is different, and it is impossible to use the broken stars of the man in ink exactly the same way just by observing the experience of four times with ink affection.

However, the broken stars of the ink also achieved the effect of cutting down the stars like fireworks, and the man in ink who had not appeared was cut out by her.

"Rude, is there anyone like you who is a guest on someone else's territory?"

"Your Excellency avoided it, didn't you want to test whether I was lazy or not, but I had practiced mad sword skills."

"Not really. You're too rude, it's not my standard for accepting apprentices, I haven't had the idea of testing you......" The man in ink denied it again and again.

It's just that only he knows that he does have the idea of comparing, and if Mo Jiqing hadn't used the mad sword technique, he had made up his mind that he wouldn't appear in front of her eyes again.

"It is true that I will not worship Your Excellency as a teacher, but I have come here to bring you an apprentice. I believe that she should meet your requirements for accepting apprentices, after all, this is the person you and Modao chose themselves!"

As she spoke, she lifted the original soul out of the depths of her body.

The original body was puzzled.

After all, she had been staying in an unusually empty realm, and no matter how far she went, she couldn't get to the end. But as long as she wants,

You can still feel everything in the outside world, and you can see everything you have experienced from the perspective of a bystander.

She knew that it was so relieving that someone was living again for herself, and she was still living so sober.

Once she became conscious in her body, she remembered her dealings with a mysterious voice in her final moments, and she knew why she had been living in the depths of her body instead of controlling her movements.

The original is not a fool.

So, she simply drew strength and tried to keep herself awake for as long as possible.

Seeing how the Venerable who had relived his life in place had trained so well and earned such a good situation, how he had avenged himself and found the reason why Siyuan Zhenjun and Yuan Hexu treated him like that......

She was really satisfied, but she still had a slight regret, and she really wanted to go back to her body and make up for that regret by herself.

But it was a little bit worse than she could make up her mind to return to her body, and just when she was hesitating, the scene changed and came to a place she had never been to before.

She knew that this place was very important to her, important to whether she could return to her body smoothly.

"Who is she? The original owner of your body?" The man in ink looked at the original soul body for a moment, and then said with some joy in his tone.

"It's still there! I thought you had taken away the outer shell, but it seems that there was some other reason. You once said you were going to find me an apprentice, isn't she the apprentice you said?"

Looking at the original body, the man in ink frowned slightly, and pinched his fingers with his right hand. After a while, he muttered to himself.

"Hehe, it's true. What kind of vision did the ontology have, and he actually took a fancy to such qualifications. This qualification is not as good as this rude...... Alas, it's not my apprentice anyway, what do I do with so much of my mind when my spiritual consciousness is about to dissipate."

Turning to look at Mo Zhiqing, he had a reluctant expression.

"That's it, let's just stay here, how much I can learn depends on her creation, and my current soul power is enough to practice the mad sword technique three or five times. This time, you can't replenish my soul power again, and you can't force anything."

After speaking, I saw that as soon as he waved his sleeves, Mo Jiqing returned to his original body with his strength.

Between the words, the opinion of the original soul body was completely ignored.

After all, this is also one of her wishes, let her take advantage of her fate and fulfill her wish now.

Of course, Mo Jiqing can replace her as a sword cultivator, but when she returns to her body, she still has to practice one move at a time, and that is the true Dao heart that can achieve herself.

For leaving the original body to the man in ink to teach, Mo Jiqing has no psychological burden. didn't mention that while the original body was learning swordsmanship from the man in ink, she could also learn everything she was interested in from her.

I believe that the original body is not a hopeless stupid.

Mo Jiqing returned to his body, and he no longer worried about the relationship between the original soul body and the man in ink, but immediately entered the Kunlun Small Secret Realm.

Without delay, he pulled the 30 Masters out of the soul space.

"Master, isn't it particularly boring to stay alone in the soul acceptance space?"

"Not really, although I don't have a companion to talk to, I can see and hear the outside world, and it's not very boring. Susu, who is on a mission this time...... It's kind of miserable."

30 Shi Zu's character was originally a bit compassionate and compassionate, and seeing the pitiful little man of the original body naturally revealed that he couldn't bear it.

Mo nodded affectionately.

"These missions are miserable. I hope she can seize this opportunity and fulfill her wish to become a sword cultivator. However, that little poor is now going to learn swordsmanship from her master, what about the 30th ancestor, do you like this world of cultivating immortals?"

"This world is very good, I want to stay here, but I can't just stay in the Heavenly Sect."

30, the ancestor and Mo sent affection, and the two of them were idle in the small secret realm of Kunlun

strolling, while talking about what kind of requirements he has for his future body.

After reaching a consensus, the 30th Master Ancestor returned to the soul space again, and Mo Jiqing was also out of the customs three days later.

On the same day, I went to the mission hall to receive some tasks and went out of the sect.

As for Siyuan Zhenjun and Yuan Hexu, I'm sorry, she won't come to say goodbye. After all, it was they themselves who said it in front of everyone, and they were extremely disgusted with their only apprentice.

He wants to take Yuan Hexu to rest well, and then he has to find a way to repair the spiritual root, so that she can take care of herself and don't bother them if she has nothing to do.

Therefore, she went directly to the direction of the mountain gate without the slightest burden.

In fact, Mo Jiqing is still a little regretful, and he can't see with his own eyes a series of follow-ups that will be triggered after the father and son are found to be a pair of wasted people.

I really don't know what Tianzong will do with this out-of-gas primordial infant.

But it doesn't matter, when she returns to the sect, she will always know, and there will definitely be people who are willing to gossip about these follow-up developments with her.

It's a pity that when refining the soul space, the function of communicating with the outside world was not taken into account, and the soul space was really lively at that time.

Now, it is indeed too quiet for only 30 Master Ancestors to be inside, so he can only be allowed to come out every once in a while to breathe, and by the way, he can see the outside world up close. In this way, one person and one soul are doing the tasks of the sect, while traveling and exploring in the entire cultivation realm.

And, of course, look for a suitable hostel.

During the ten years of Mo Jiqing's travels, he broke through the Yuan infant period.

When she crossed the Yuanying Thunder Tribulation, she cooperated with the ink knife again, whether it was Situ Yu's soul body, the original body or the immortal ink knife, they all benefited a lot from the Yuanying Thunder Tribulation.

And the 30th Master Ancestor happened to stay on the side and observe the Yuanying Thunder Tribulation from beginning to end, which was really inspired, and he strengthened his determination to become a cultivator.

After the catastrophe, the ink knife was also upgraded to a high-level treasure.

Mo Jiqing looked at the ink knife that had become a little more beautiful, and finally remembered that there was still an original soul body that was thrown into the knife intent space of the ink knife, and he had not seen their master and apprentice once.

I don't know what happened to the master and apprentice now, but the original owner's comprehension of swordsmanship still satisfied Master Moyi.

Back in the temporary cave mansion, Mo sent the 30 masters who were still a little confused directly into the Kunlun Small Secret Realm, this kind of appearance is really not suitable for him to stay in the soul space, or let the 8 masters chat with him and relieve each other's boredom.

I came to the knife intent space.

The same emptiness, the same loneliness, different people.

Mo Yi didn't know where he went, and the original owner was suspended in the void and was waving the ink knife in his hand over and over again, and every time the ink knife was swung, an arc of light slashed through, and every time he swung more than ten knives, two consecutive arcs of light appeared.