Mo Xuan's heart was cold, and he seemed to be very angry when he looked at this secret treasure. He seems to have broken its seal, and he is still called a usurper?

In this stunned effort, the white light actually rushed in front of Mo Xuan in an instant, a pair of eyes like white jade ice beads, extremely clear, and they were glaring at themselves angrily, as if they were extremely unwilling.

Mo Xuan stared at the pair of angry eyes for a moment, and the white light took off, circled in the air, and slammed into Mo Xuan's chest.

"Poof!" Mo Xuan only felt a hot current in his chest rush in, and the fishy sweet blood spurted out directly, and the pain was incomparable.

However, as this mouthful of blood spurted out, Mo Xuan sat up suddenly, blood splashing in front of him.

Another illusion?

Mo Xuan endured the sharp pain in his chest, looked around, and sure enough, the sky above his head, the void illusion of auspicious clouds under his feet disappeared, and he sat back on the bed again.

This dream was so weird that Mo Xuan didn't know how Lu Dao could really get injured and vomit blood when he dreamed.

He got up and touched the lampstand, trying to light the lamp and get up to wash up, but as soon as his hand touched the head of the bed, it was a handful of bronze slag.

Mo Xuan hurriedly got up, found another lampstand and lit it, and saw by the light that the bronze lampstand that had been exchanged for the Nuwa Temple had broken into countless pieces, as if it had collapsed from the middle and exploded.

Mo Xuan hurriedly put away the fragments, feeling apprehensive.

Will you destroy the secret treasure yourself?

Just as he was cleaning up the pieces, Mo Xuan suddenly saw an extra tattoo on the wound on his left arm.

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Could it be that Mo Xuan had an answer in his heart, and he couldn't believe it.

Could it be that I have already collected that secret treasure?!

Holding his right arm to look left and right, Mo Xuan rubbed it twice more, this line is definitely not painted, nor is it similar to a needle prick, it is more like a birthmark that grows here.

It's just that this birthmark looks elegant and majestic, and it is exquisite.

"Huh!

An angry snort sounded in Mo Xuan's mind, exactly the same as the thunderous sound he heard in the illusion, calling himself a usurper!

It's just that the voice now is far less powerful and domineering than in the illusion, but it has the taste of some children's anger.

Mo Xuan heard this voice, and then looked at the bronze fragments that were broken into slag, and instantly understood.

It turned out that what he did during the day was useless, and when he fell asleep at night, he broke the so-called seal of the dragon-shaped white light and got the secret treasure in his hands!

"Do you have a name?" Mo Xuan was naturally happy when he got the secret treasure, and he didn't care about the angry attitude of this spiritual creature.

The spirit creature roared angrily in Mo Xuan's mind, "You don't even know my name, how do you know where I'm hiding?!"

"How dare you break my seal and forcibly occupy me?!"

"Forcibly occupy ......" Mo Xuan was speechless, as if he was a flower thief who did all kinds of evil.

"How do I know that you don't have to worry about your hiding place, but why do you call me a usurper?" Mo Xuan asked. Since Wen Zhong can take away this spiritual object, why can't he do it himself?

"The reason why I call you a usurper is because I was sealed there, waiting for my Destiny Lord to come and open the seal in five years. The cold voice of the spirit creature came, "Once the seal is broken and the illusion collapses, I will have nowhere to go except the host!"

"You are not the master of my destiny, but you have come to break my seal, so that I can only bow to your body, not a usurper, what is it?!"

Mo Xuan knew that the Dao Spirit Creature was talking about Wen Zhong, and what he did was indeed the work of the usurper.

So Mo Xuan didn't get angry, he just explained: "I need to fight against a group of very powerful enemies, and only by getting you can I put on the Jiuding battle suit and have the possibility of winning." ”

The spirit creature sneered, "So you got me just to wear those lowest-level battle armors?"

"Breaking the Battle Armor?" Mo Xuan suddenly gasped, "This spiritual creature actually called the Jiuding Battle Suit, which represents the supreme combat power of the world, a broken battle armor!"

No wonder those Upper Realm Immortals must get this secret treasure. It seems that the Jiuding suit, an artifact of Yin Shang, is nothing in its eyes.

"Then what else can you help me?" Mo Xuan said urgently, "Can you help me defeat the immortals of the upper realm?"

"My role is far more than just wearing the Jiuding battle suit, and the rest of the rest will be slowly experienced when you cultivate. The spirit creature seemed to accept his fate, and he didn't want to talk to Mo Xuan more, and his voice gradually became ethereal.

"Do you have a name?"

The voice of "Flying ......" gradually dissipated, and no matter how Mo Xuan called, there was no echo.

......

After tossing in the middle of the night, Mo Xuan was not in a good state when he got up in the morning, and he was a little sleepy and sluggish.

In the first half of the night, I was frightened in the illusion, and in the second half of the night, I talked bitterly with Feitian. What I enjoy is the treatment of a reborn traverser, which is clearly a prelude to doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing.

Mo Xuan sighed, the good thing is that Feitian has already been obtained by himself, at least twenty years later, the immortal nether realm will not go to Wen Zhong again.

Whether to cultivate enough to compete with the immortals, or to escape into the deep mountains and old forests with Feitian at that time, the decision is already in your own hands.

At present, entering the academy early and enhancing the strength in systematic training is the first step to get out of the rut in a down-to-earth manner.

"Your Highness!"

The attendant of the pavilion outside the house shouted, "The frame that came to pick you up from the Jinao Academy Palace is already waiting outside the door." ”

When reporting in the previous life, the Jinao Academy Palace would also send a special trip to pick up the nobles' frame to the pavilion, Mo Xuan hurriedly ate a few bites of stew with the same taste for thousands of years, packed up his things and came to the door of the pavilion, and boarded the frame suspended in the air.

Jinao School Palace is located in the center of Jinao City, covering an area of no less than 1,000 acres.

However, the direction of the carriage and horse is a small area in the north of the city of Jinao Xue Palace.

This place is called the Jinao Academy Training Camp.

The inheritance of the academy is the immortal art passed down by the immortals of the upper realm, so it is natural to choose those with high talent to enter. The role of the training camp is almost to screen out the underqualified ones and exclude those who are not qualified.

But in fact, more than ninety percent of those enrolled are children of the nobility, and the remaining one percent are really talented geniuses in the upper folk.

When Mo Xuan arrived at the gate of the training camp, there were already nearly 100 people lined up.

Most of the nobles were still accompanied by family members, and it was quite rare for a single nobleman from a frontier vassal country like him to come to the Central Plains.

Mo Xuan looked up and saw that the walls of the Jinao School Palace were stacked with bluestone bricks, which were much stronger than the hollow mud bricks used in the private houses in the city. The wall is covered with glazed jade pieces, and its style is gorgeous, even better than the outer city wall of the royal court, to know that in this era, there is no good beam skeleton support, and most of the building roofs are paved with thatch.

can be so extravagant, with this rare material for architectural decoration, only Jinao School Palace dares to do so.

And in this Jinao Xue Palace, the person who preaches immortal art is the symbol of the divine power of the Shang Dynasty, the Wushen Temple.

In addition, countless noble children are all protégés of the Witch God's Highness, so it is not surprising that they are so extravagant and wasteful.

Among the walls of the Jinao School Palace, the green forest is luxuriant, and the green trees are shady.

Double-storey wood-framed attics abound in the courtyard, and Mo Xuan recognized those buildings as the residences for these noble children to live and study.

In addition, all the secrets of the academy are hidden by this ring of tall walls and lush greenery. If you want to go in and learn, you have to at least pass the training camp first.

"When it comes to China and Japan, the reporter is in place to worship the sky!"

In front of the training camp, a priest shouted, and suddenly the bustling applicants all gathered around and stood in the open space at the entrance of the training camp one by one.

In fact, it means noon. Mo Xuan still remembered that the Shang Dynasty divided the time of day, and most of them were marked by the position of the sun.

There are about seven slots in a day.

When the sun first rises, it is called "Ming", which means that the sky is bright.

After dawn, it is called "Dacai", which is about 10 o'clock in the morning.

After the harvest, it's time to eat, and it's called "big food", which is around 10 to 12 o'clock.

Needless to say, at noon, the sun is in the center, which is called "mid-day".

Eating another meal in the afternoon is called a "snack". At sunset, at about five or six o'clock in the afternoon, it is called "Xiaocai", and when the sun sets completely, it is called "dusk".

There is no specific time point, Mo Xuan can still adapt, but people in this era only eat two meals a day, which makes Mo Xuan a little unbearable.

Anyway, he has a noble status, and it is better to eat whatever he likes, if he is reborn in a commoner family and wants to eat at an early age, it is simply a waste of food!

The children of the nobles stood in the square, quietly listening to a white-robed priest read the divination, and immediately took out a huge ox leg bone, which was directly dragged by several guards, and began to dig holes and burn incense on the spot.

The flames burned in the bronze dome in front of the priest, who used a bronze spear to nail eight holes in the bones. These hollows were close together, but they were not broken, which made Mo Xuan amazed.

It seems that drilling is also an art.

After the chiseling, the priest carried the ox bone into the flame of the copper tripod and burned it, and countless people in the square watched the priest's ritual with awe in their eyes. Mo Xuan watched the cow bone make a scorching sound in the flames, and for a while everyone's attention was focused on the cow bone, not knowing how the patterns that symbolized the auspiciousness of the Dao were distributed.

The priest lifted the cow bone, and cracks spread out on the eight chiseled holes, spreading in all directions, but there was still no fragmentation between the holes, and the skill was superb, which could not help but make people marvel.

"This time the blessing is already obvious!" the priest announced with a gloomy face and a frown, "The crack is a bad omen!"

"Omen?!huh?"

"It's terrible! What should I do, are I still enrolled?"

There was an uproar in the square, and everyone looked at the blackened ox bone with eight holes in horror, convinced of the priest's fierce words.

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