The sky was gloomy and dark, with layers of dark clouds, like splashing ink rendering, without the slightest catharsis of sunlight.

Snow, white as feathers, like countless free elves, facing the whistling cold wind, flying between heaven and earth.

Although it is a cold winter, the hardy iron apricot forest is still vibrant, and the dense branches and leaves are dyed with snowflakes, like a thick silver-green robe for the Woniu Mountains.

The Wulong River, which used to be a rippling rapid, has now become reserved, and a thin layer of ice has condensed on the calm surface of the river, covering up the turbulent undercurrent below.

As the name suggests, Yue'er Bay is shaped like a crescent moon, which is a mountain protruding from the mountain range, lying horizontally in the river, and after hundreds of years of impact of the river, it forms a reflux bay mouth.

In the evening, wearing a dark brown tight-fitting leather jacket and holding a sharp speargun, Bai Mo was half-crouching under the iron apricot tree, holding his breath and staring at the surface of the river below that was covered with ice floe.

A long black hair was tied at will with animal tendons on the back of his head, like a sword, thick eyebrows were slightly locked, ruddy lips were closed, and Bai Mo's slightly immature face revealed a hint of perseverance.

Bai Mo had been waiting here for two hours, and a layer of white snowflakes had accumulated on his body, like a snowman, but he was not anxious at all.

Hunting is a job that requires a lot of patience.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, a slender gap opened on the frozen ice, and the apricot fruits on the ice rolled down into the river one after another, attracting a group of snail fish to come and scramble for it.

"It's coming!" Bai Mo's body suddenly raised, his eyes locked on the faintly red shadow in the water, and he couldn't help but secretly clench the speargun in his hand.

The slowly rising red shadow suddenly exerted its strength, and jumped towards the snail fish like a fierce tiger out of the gate, startling the fish to flee in all directions like headless flies.

"Medium!"

At the same time, Bai Mo secretly shouted, raised the speargun in his hand, and shot hard at the red shadow, even the rope at the end of the gun outlined a straight and long line in the air, and left with a sharp whistling wind.

The speargun sliced deep into the catfish's scarlet back like a quick knife to cut tofu, causing it to tremble and twist its body frantically, trying to get rid of the cold, hard object that was causing pain to itself.

Bai Mo leaned back against the tree, tied up his horse's steps, wrapped the rope around his arms a few times, took a deep breath, and suddenly raised his arms to the side and shouted: "Come up!"

The redcatfish, which was more than a meter long, was pulled out of the water, and its striking purple-red body struggled in the air, flapping, and Zuihou still fell heavily on the mountain rock.

Bai Mo tightened the rope, lunged and pounced, went up and pinched the speargun with his left hand, and clenched his right hand into a fist at the fish's head, and smashed the red catfish straight away, the movements were simple and smooth, without any superfluity.

Drawing knives, scraping scales, disemboweling, breaking stomachs, and taking beads, a set of processes made by white ink is handy, and then carrying a clean catfish in one hand and a speargun in the other, jumping and disappearing into the vast bushes.

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Back at the stone house in the mountains, Bai Mo raised his right hand high and roared with a bit of joy: "Old man, hurry up, come out and make a fire, there is your favorite red catfish tonight." ”

The response was a cold and empty room.

Bai Mo shook his head and muttered: "It's strange, this snowstorm, the old man doesn't honestly nest in the house to rest, is it possible that he still runs to hunt by himself?"

Pushing open the door and lighting a candle, reflecting the flickering firelight, Bai Mo saw at a glance that a purple red stone box was placed upright on the table, and there was a note pressed next to it.

"Boy, I'm going on a long trip, at least in March and May, and at most in a year and a half, you are not allowed to work hard at home, and the contents of the box are left for you-ba!"

"Bird, the old man is really not authentic, and he didn't have an explanation, so he left a note and ran away. Dropping the note, Bai Mo couldn't help but pout, obviously very dissatisfied with the old man's farewell.

"It's okay, I finally left something for me this time to see what it is. ”

Turning his head, Bai Mo opened the stone box, only to see that there was an ancient pagoda with a simple shape, unknown texture, black and not slippery, and the size of a fist.

With a little surprise, Bai Mo took out the small tower, after some playing, pondering, and also tried the penetration of spiritual consciousness with a heartbeat, dripping blood to recognize the master, after some unsuccessful, he couldn't help but pouted with interest: "Bird's, it turns out to be just a spectacle, and it is useless." ”

Casually taking the small tower into his arms, Bai Mo walked to the back room, and plunged directly into the purple-red pool that was steaming hot and emitting a faint smell of blood, and silently started to open the trick.

The secret of enlightenment, the most popular basic exercise in the Canglan realm, is the best choice for all poor people, and it is also the easiest to cultivate, without too much additional cost, just need to refine spiritual power step by step, accumulate a lot, and achieve the need for enlightenment.

Everything in heaven and earth has aura, and in the Canglan realm, it is the mainstream continent of spirituality. Those who can refine spiritual power and gather into a stream are called spiritual masters, and those who succeed in impacting spiritual apertures can be regarded as stepping into the stage of cultivation.

As for the Xuanzhu in the know-how, the Xuanzhu realm of Yukong sighing freely can already become a hegemon, known as the Great Spirit Master, and it is said that there is a stronger Lingzun behind it, reaching the realm of the law into a Xuanshu and a sudden change.

Of course, for Bai Mo, these rumors are like the floating clouds in the sky, which are simply out of reach, and it is the royal way to be down-to-earth and reach the spirit stage first.

For as long as he can remember, Bai Mo has been cultivating the trick of enlightenment, and he was told by the old man that he must soak in this pool every day, saying that he is collecting a variety of spiritual materials, plus the fusion of the earth fire spirit spring, which can help speed up the progress of cultivation.

But more than ten years have passed, and in addition to getting used to the pain of filing and cutting the skin and eating away at the bones every time Bai Mo is soaked, he is still unable to break through the level of spiritual power gathering streams.

Bai Mo's whole body was immersed in the pool, meditating cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating, exhaling like silk, inhaling like a river, opening thousands of pores all over his body, and drawing spiritual power into his body bit by bit.

At the same time, bits of golden stars looming on the white ink chest, weaving together into a strange texture that looks like a beast but not a beast, a bird but not a bird, and a fish but not a fish.

What Bai Mo didn't expect was that the seemingly ordinary small tower in his arms seemed to suddenly come to life at this moment, rippling with layers of fluorescence all over his body, as if an invisible whirlpool had been born, and he swept the pond water in a big gulp.

The spiritual power in the body circulates and gradually converges into a stream, and it only needs to circulate for nine weeks to stabilize the source, gather the spirit into a stream, and reach the realm of the spirit.

But in the middle of the cycle, the spiritual flow in the body became less and less, and after seven weeks, it dissipated, and the starlight all over the body also dimmed.

Bai Mo did not lose his temper and continued to operate the exercises, although the standard set by the old man for himself was to cultivate in the pool for at least one hour every day, but since he knew about that incident and silently made up his mind, Bai Mo would always persist until his spiritual sense was exhausted and he would not rest until he was exhausted.

Time passed quietly, Bai Mo seemed to sense that something was wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze swept away, and the expression on his face suddenly became very exciting.

Hell yes!

Halfway, the whole pool is half shallow, and not only that, but in the light of the moonlight, you can clearly see that the mist that had risen has dissipated, and the purple pool water has also faded its color, becoming almost clear, no different from the spring water.

It's no wonder that just now I felt that the condensation of spiritual power had become very slow, and the speed was not even one-tenth of what it was before.

Bai Mo clearly remembered that the old man said that if he wanted to completely absorb the medicinal effects of this pool of spiritual liquid, he was afraid that he would have to reach the spirit master to become a spiritual master, but what was the matter now?

Well, the old man usually speaks very erratically, and likes to brag endlessly, it is estimated that this pool of water is not as magical as he said, otherwise how could he have cultivated for so long and not broken through?

Bai Mo never delves into unexplainable problems, but gives a reasonable explanation according to his own needs.

If you don't have a pool, won't you cultivate?

No, absolutely not, slow is slow, but in this way, without the assistance of pool water, if you rely solely on refining the spiritual power of heaven and earth, it seems that you will have to achieve the expected goal, and you will have to postpone it again.

Wait, there seems to be something wrong, Bai Mo had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and subconsciously took out the small tower from his arms.

I saw that the original black ancient pagoda seemed to have just been fished out of the dye vat, and a thin layer of bewitching red was printed on the surface, which slowly flowed like a substance, and it looked particularly eye-catching in the dim room.

Sure enough, it's weird, is this thing a living thing? Could it be that kind of psychic treasure can't it?

Bai Mo frowned slightly, wanting to use his spiritual sense to probe into it to see what had happened, but the red light was like an invisible barrier, unceremoniously bouncing back his spiritual sense.

No, when I tried before, it wasn't like this, there was no obstacle at all, but it was empty, and there was nothing.

Well, it should be a high-end product, let's drop another blood and try to recognize the master. Bai Mo thought to himself, if it doesn't work out again, hmph, don't blame the little brother for not being kind, he has lost half a pool of spiritual liquid for no reason, so he has to smash you to a pulp, and turn it over to the bottom.

The blood dripped on the ancient tower, and as soon as it touched the red mang, it seemed that the hot iron juice fell into the water, making a burst of sizzling sound, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through the light shield and melted into the tower.

That's it?

Before Bai Mo could react, suddenly, the red mangs and the wrapped ancient pagoda contracted violently, and disappeared from his hand in an instant.

Birds, what's going on, where have they gone?

Bai Mo's heart suddenly swelled with a very wonderful feeling, and he established a trace of connection with the disappearing small tower, and he could clearly feel that the ancient tower did not disappear, but existed with an incredible liliang, tearing the void and stepping into an independent realm.

Splitting the Sky to Build a Domain, this is a legendary means to reach heaven above the Spirit Venerable, known as the Spirit Saint.

Bai Mo silently looked ahead, slowly raised his right hand, and grabbed at the void, the originally empty void quietly rippled and rippled, and the small tower appeared like a ghost, firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.

Good stuff!

Bai Mo licked his lips, he could escape into the void on his own, and he could take it out at will, there was no doubt that this ancient tower must be a top-notch product, but, is that all?