"Ding Ding"

There were two crisp sounds, and it was indeed two rings that fell to the ground, rolling in a pool of blood for a few laps before stopping.

Hundreds of thousands of people were shocked, and some even subconsciously pinched their legs and slapped their faces, if... If it weren't for the blood on the ground, they all wondered if what they saw was an illusion.

It was also at this moment that they realized that the original natal realm could be so strong!

Mu Zizhen threw his hand back, and the sword flew back to the shop and landed firmly on the shelves, exactly the same as before, as if it had never been picked up.

Mu Zizhen walked back to the shop, his figure was engraved in the hearts of everyone, and the sword cultivation should be the same.

"Wow, Brother Mu, so you are so strong?" Chen Qiming exaggeratedly exclaimed.

"You can do it in the future, too. ”

"Really?"

"Naturally. ”

"Brother Mu, let's go quickly! we have to leave the Chunyu family's sphere of influence as soon as possible, it's too late. Xin'er looked anxious, and was not happy to get through the difficulties in front of her.

"Why?" Mu Zizhen was puzzled.

"Hua Mingzhong's grandfather is the sixth elder of the family, and he existed in the Yuanying Realm decades ago, and now it is too late to escape. ”

"It's not too late tomorrow, I want to wait for him to get the news before coming, it will take a few days. Mu Zizhen said lightly, turned around and walked to the backyard.

"Elder Hong, is there a quiet room?"

"Come with me!" Hong Lao got up slowly, trembled and took two steps slightly and said, "The three of you go to the room to cultivate, don't go home." ”

An underground quiet room, all four of which are engraved with runes, and all the runes are lit up at this time.

"Boy, this poison is extraordinary, you have to think about it carefully, and you have to get in if you don't have one. Hong Lao sat on the futon and said to Mu Zizhen, who was also sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"Don't worry! ”

"I never owe anyone in my life, if you have any requirements, mention it first!"

"That kid is presumptuous, if you are lucky enough to cure your predecessors, please swear by your soul, first of all, you must protect the Qianyun Sect for fifty years, and secondly, if I establish a force one day, you must join unconditionally. ”

"Gone?"

"It's gone!"

"Why don't you just ask me to protect the Dao for you, and why do you want to build your own forces after you have joined the Qianyun Sect?"

"The reason why a strong person is strong is not only his cultivation and talent, but also his heart, will, and thinking, which can only be created after countless ups and downs. In addition, there are some problems with my identity, and I am afraid that I will cause trouble for the Qianyun Sect in the future. ”

Hong Lao looked at Mu Zizhen for a long time, "Okay! The old man promised you." ”

"Then let's get started! The palm of his hand was attached to Hong Lao's abdomen, and the main soul shot directly into the dantian.

Mu Zizhen's dantian is imprinted in the soul, and it is only about a hundred zhang, which is comparable to the Jindan monk.

Compared with Hong Lao, it is really the difference between fireflies and Haoyue, not so much Dantian as Danhu, with a radius of hundreds of miles.

The breadth and breadth of this is not an entity, but the same as the sea of knowledge, which is only the scope of the soul's perception.

When the main soul came to the infant of the old god Hong, he saw black qi tumbling and entwining, and from time to time he also transformed into blood-colored grimaces.

Rao is Mu Zizhen has experienced a lot of pain since he cultivated his true life, whether it is physical or soulful, but he still gasped when he saw Hong Lao's situation, this is a divine soul, and he has been tortured by soul poison for decades.

The sense of admiration arises spontaneously, and ordinary people have long been rolling on the ground and wailing, but Hong Lao can still sit quietly and make tea, what kind of perseverance is this?

The white light of the rune in the center of the eyebrows was flourishing, like a scorching sun rising in the Dan Lake, the dantian space was illuminated transparently, and the black gas was like being poured with boiling oil, surging violently and squeaking, and then dissipated one by one.

Seeing this situation, Muzi Allah's soul was overjoyed, and if it was really effective, he urged the rune of the eyebrows more and more.

As time passed, the black qi on Hong Lao's soul became thinner and thinner until it was dissipated, and Mu Zi was really ready to stop the spell, but a grimace appeared in the center of the soul's eyebrows.

The grimace's eyes were blood-red, and the vicious staring at Mu Zi Allah's soul let out a sharp roar, and the main soul only felt a chill rising from the depths of his soul.

The grimace creaked and exploded in the white light, but it did not dissipate like a black mist, but became more and more ferocious.

Hong Lao's soul was already dying, how could he withstand this toss, Dao cracks appeared on the soul, as if a piece of broken porcelain would disintegrate in the next moment.

Mu Zizhen had already prepared for this, and a full fifty 'soul spirit beads' shot into the mouth of the divine soul, and the cracking momentum was stopped.

Don't dare to slack off, and directly paste the soul eyebrows with white runes.

"Ahh

The grimace let out a terrible scream, twisting and deforming under the white runes, then fading little by little.

Half an hour later, the grimace also turned into nothingness like black qi, and suddenly, a stream of pure energy was injected into the soul of Muzi Allah through runes.

The energy was endless, and the main soul had a feeling of being about to burst, and at this moment, the soul of Elder Hong burst out with a monstrous power, and the soul of Muzi Allah was forcibly ejected from the dantian.

The main soul returned to the sea of knowledge, and it was too late to investigate the situation of Hong Lao, so he was forced to absorb the energy from the runes with all his strength with the split soul, and the two souls were like light smoke in the painting, and the color continued to deepen, light gray, gray, black...

This refining is a few hours, and the soul is several times stronger.

The soul poison not only tortures Hong Lao's soul, but also continuously absorbs the energy of the soul, like parasitism, until the soul is exhausted.

The runes are transformed by the single eye of the 'Star-Eyed Silkworm', which is naturally not afraid of soul poison, and also refines the essence of the divine soul to replenish the soul.

The spiritual consciousness subconsciously spread, and the color of ecstasy spread all over the cheeks.

Previously, the radius of Mu Zi's true spiritual consciousness was about one mile, which was equivalent to the early stage of Jindan monks, but at this moment, it has skyrocketed to five miles, and the peak of ordinary Jindan is only about three miles!

This is not as simple as the enhancement of spiritual sense, but the strengthening of the soul foundation, because of the absorption of the essence of the divine soul, the chance of breaking through the Yuan Infant in the future has greatly increased.

When he opened his eyes, Hong Lao was still cross-legged and conditioning, he must have been tortured by soul poison for decades to the point where he ran out of oil and dried up, even if the soul poison was removed now and the soul spirit pill was replenished, it would not be able to get better for a while.

The momentum exuded by Hong Lao became stronger and stronger, and Mu Zizhen only felt that the air was being pumped away little by little, and the longer he stayed, the more difficult it became to breathe.

It's just that recovering the momentum that the injury inadvertently emanated, it was about to suffocate him, and he hurriedly used his spirit yuan power to resist.

An hour passed, Mu Zizhen's seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole body was blood-red as if an invisible giant force was squeezing him, and his mind was a little blurry, and he really couldn't resist.

The indoor formation was fully opened, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "Hey, I didn't expect to save people but saved myself!" and then his consciousness was completely blurred.

Although Mu Zizhen was in a coma, the exercises were still operating subconsciously.

Just a moment after he fell unconscious, infinite spiritual power poured into the room from the four walls of the meditation room.

The spiritual power formed a spiritual mist surging, most of which was absorbed by Hong Lao, and only a very small part was inhaled into Mu Zizhen's body.