"Daddy, don't worry, I will definitely be selected by the immortals to practice the art of immortality, so that my father and mother can also live forever."

"Master is above, please accept the apprentice Fang Yunlang's worship!"

"Fifteen years of cultivation to achieve the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and the foundation building is just around the corner."

"Senior Brother Chen, I have no grievances with you, why do you repeatedly come forward to provoke, you can't beat me."

"Daddy! Mother! Who is it! Who is it!!! ”

"Master! Chen Kun killed my father, he deserves to die! Why stop me! ”

"Qingyun Sect is unfair! Today, our Yun Lang rebelled against the Qingyun Sect, and he will not die! ”

"Qingyun Sect! I am back! ”

“......”

When Mo Ci opened his eyes, he could still feel the unwillingness and resentment that remained in his body.

After devouring all the man's spirits, she gained all of his memories.

Fang Yunlang, an evil cultivator full of evil, in order to improve his cultivation, he did everything he could, and the number of monks and mortals who died in his hands was tens of thousands.

Five hundred years ago, he forcibly broke into the Qingyun Sect, and after killing dozens of disciples and elders, he was killed by the Qingyun Sect's ancestor Yideng Ancestor.

When he died, everyone applauded, but few people knew that he was also a righteous disciple with a common heart.

What no one could have imagined was that although Fang Yunlang was dead, his divine soul escaped through a secret method, and entrenched in the front mountain of Qingyun Sect for hundreds of years until it was planted in Mo Ci's hands.

Mo Ci got up and looked down.

The original light gray disciple's robe was tattered, mixed with blood and dirt, so dirty that it was impossible to see the original color.

She raised her hand and rolled up her sleeves, staring at her white and smooth arm for a long time, and the corners of her lips raised inconspicuously lonely.

Fang Yunlang didn't lie to her.

The power of the divine soul can indeed repair the body.

And she felt like she was in better shape than ever.

At this moment, a soft golden light sprinkled on Mo Ci's immature face through the gap in the forest.

She was slightly stunned, and then remembered that she had fallen asleep all night.

It was past noon, and even if she rushed back now, she couldn't get the task, so she simply sat down cross-legged again, her eyes empty, her mind rolling.

It was in the second year that Sister A was taken away, she met the Qingyun Sect recruiting disciples outside, and then became the outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect with the inferior qualifications of the Four Spirit Roots.

Qingyun Sect is the largest cultivation sect in the Great Yan Kingdom, with the six peak masters in the gate and the seventy-two cave masters of the Jindan Period, all of whom are famous figures in the cultivation realm of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The Qingyun Sect is divided into the front mountain and the back mountain.

Most of the people living in Qianshan are outer disciples who have not built a foundation.

There are also two kinds of outer disciples, one is the miscellaneous disciples who have just joined the sect and have mediocre qualifications, in addition to cultivation, they are also responsible for completing the chores of the sect, such as chopping wood, carrying water, and sprinkling and sweeping......

As long as the miscellaneous disciples reach the foundation within thirty years, they can enter the back mountain, and even worship the cave master as a teacher, becoming a true disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

The other is a registered disciple who did not complete the foundation building within thirty years and was unwilling to leave the Qingyun Sect, so he stayed in Qianshan as a miscellaneous steward.

The Qingyun Sect has a strict hierarchy, with miscellaneous disciples wearing light gray robes, and registered disciples wearing dark gray robes, and the rank division is clear at a glance.

This is also why Mo Ci did not know those teenagers, but they could tell her identity as a miscellaneous disciple.

After talking about the front mountain, it is natural to move on to the back mountain.

The back mountain does not actually refer to a mountain, but it is named because it is to be divided from the front mountain.

Houshan is the core area of Qingyun Sect.

In addition to the Zhengfeng where the sect master was located, the six Yuan Infant Stage old monsters each occupied one peak, and the inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect lived in these seven peaks.

The moment the disciples with excellent qualifications enter the sect, they will be divided by the peak masters and cave masters, and they will be directly promoted to the inner disciples.

According to different cultivations, the inner disciples in the Qi refining period wore black robes, and during the foundation building period, they wore red robes.

"Foundation building period......" Mo Ci murmured softly.

The four people who tortured and killed her yesterday were wearing red robes.

Also, that group of people kept shouting that Shen Yunge in the foundation building period was Senior Sister Shen, and his cultivation would naturally not be too low.

Mo Ci has been in the field for less than two years, and now he can be at the second level of the Qi refining period, and wanting to take revenge is tantamount to a fool's dream.

However, she is not without a chance of winning.

Fang Yunlang's memory is a treasure mountain.

Although Fang Yunlang was an evil cultivator, he practiced the Qingyun Sect's mental method in the early stage, and he also learned orthodox spells.

After defecting to the sect, he frantically searched for a large number of exercises and forbidden arts, and learned the strengths of a hundred schools, so to speak, the spells he collected were comparable to the collection of a small sect.

More importantly, when Mo Ci absorbed his memory, he replaced Fang Yunlang's role.

How can the guidance of words and deeds be compared to the experience of personal experience.

As long as she can give Mo Ci a steady stream of aura, she is confident that she can build a foundation in the fastest time.

"Find a way to collect more spirit stones."

The aura in the front mountain is far less abundant than in the back mountain, and it is too slow to cultivate by absorbing the aura between heaven and earth.

Mo Ci found a few simple formations that could increase the concentration of spiritual energy from Fang Yunlang's memory, and prepared to test them one by one after the spirit stones arrived.

After formulating a short-term cultivation plan, she closed her eyes, pinched the trick with both hands, and slowly punched out a somewhat dim magic seal.

Then her fingers shifted, and she manipulated her divine sense to infuse it into the seal.

The seal brightened up at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a golden halo.

Mo Ci didn't open her eyes, but she seemed to be able to see the scene in front of her, she raised her palm, and the magic seal was summoned, trembling and falling on her palm.

At the moment when the Dharma seal was in her hand, she raised her hand and put her palm over her right eye, and then slashed to the left.

"Hmm!"

She snorted, only to feel that her eyes seemed to have been punched a few times, sore, swollen, and tingling, and tears slipped down like beads.

After the sourness in her eyes subsided, she slowly opened them and blinked carefully.

The scene in front of her was the same as it had been before she closed her eyes, no different.

"It seems that as the Qi Hope Technique says, these eyes can only see through people's luck." Mo Ci touched the corners of his eyes and said softly.

What she had just cultivated was the Ancient Secret Technique Qi Hope Technique that Fang Yunlang used to observe Qi Luck.

It was obtained by Fang Yunlang unintentionally in an ancient secret realm.

His whole mind at that time was occupied by hatred, and he only regarded this technique as a chicken rib.

It was only after his death that he realized the wonder of this method.

A person's luck is illusory, but the art of looking at qi can enable a monk to see through a person's luck with the naked eye.

Those with good luck are blessed with smooth sailing and water on the way to cultivation, while those with bad luck may go mad and die by blowing themselves up, even if they retreat in their own rooms.

Since then, Fang Yunlang has decided to choose a disciple with the best luck to take it away.

However, after waiting for a long time, he gave up the idea.

Normally, the atmospheric luck is protected by the Heavenly Dao, and if he forcibly takes it away, it is very likely that he will die because of it, so he turned his mind and put his mind on the bad luck haunted person who is not protected by the Heavenly Dao, that is, the villain in his mouth.

It's just that he has been dormant for 500 years but he didn't expect that the prosperity will decline, and the decline will flourish, even if it is the villain of the Mandate of Heaven, he will not be able to override it.