Although the dragon bat is timid, small tempered, and small, he is a smart person in his bones, and he vaguely guessed the master's mind, he doesn't care about his fox and fake tiger power, earn some face and benefits, but as a foot force, he should fulfill his duties, if he can't even fly fast, what use do you want him to do?

The magic weapon gives birth to a little spirituality, casting the body of the instrument spirit, and the instrument spirit inherits all kinds of magical powers of the magic weapon as soon as it is born, but it is also limited to the origin, limited to this kind of magical power. Fortunately, there is no endless road in the sky, according to the Taoist patriarch, the instrument spirit can also be cultivated, above the instrument spirit, there is still a true spirit, once the true spirit is achieved, then the sea is wide and the fish jumps, the sky is high and the birds fly, without any constraints, pointing directly to the avenue.

After a few words, the dragon bat's heart was pounding.

However, the magic weapon gives birth to the spirit of the instrument, just like the clay fired into porcelain, if you want to make progress, it is nothing more than two ways, one is to start from the magic weapon itself, re-refining, the tide rises, and the other is to find a practice that fits oneself, imperceptibly, and change the day. The former method is easy, but there is a risk of spiritual destruction, and the latter method is difficult, although the world is large, the practice is difficult to find.

"Which path do you want to take?"

The dragon bat was afraid of death, second, and third, he was still afraid of death, so he said without thinking: "I am willing to take the road of cultivation, and I also ask Mei Zhenren to look at the past and point out a clear path." ”

It's not a lie, the dragon bat was unsupervised in the three-star cave of the oblique moon that day, sneaking around, and also met Mei Zhenren in Guangji Cave, there were several edges, Mei Zhenren knew his bottom line, the spirit of the instrument was rare, the heavenly court descended six laws and thirteen weapons, and the sword Kunwu Jinta six dragons returned to control how powerful, and failed to achieve the spirit of the instrument, but Jingyun Zhenren has always been arrogant, alone, not to take the dragon bat to heart, and it is a pity to waste this treasure. She thought for a while and said, "The exercises are hard to find, and it depends on your chance." ”

Long Ba's heart suddenly moved, his voice was lowered a little, and he said: "The real person is above, I heard that there are six methods of true immortals in the Dao Gate, and the small ones may cultivate?"

Mei Zhenren smiled dumbly and said: "There are six methods of true immortals, but you are from the demon clan, you are not a disciple of my Dao Sect, and the Dao is different, how to make it!"

is not a disciple of the Daomen, the true law must not be passed on lightly, this section of the dragon bat recognized, but said that he was born in the demon clan, not my race, but a little unconvinced. Mei Zhenren laughed and said: "The two-phase axe is a combination of the white bat body and the black dragon's backbone, how can it not be from the demon clan? ”

The dragon bat retreated eight feet in a foot, and the black dragon of the abyss had already been cramped and skinned by its master, and it was so dead that it couldn't die anymore, and a spirit was muddy, demented, and there was only a little instinct left, where did he still remember the Xuanzhi and Xuan's Heavenly Demon Exercises! He sighed and muttered, "It's still Tu Zhen's luck......

"Everyone has his own fate, and he can't force it. Mei Zhenren heard Wei Seventeen talk about the origin of Tu Zhen, the Dragon Slaying True Yin Knife is built with the treasure of the Cave Heaven Innate Ding, adhering to the origin of the Daomen, which is completely different from the number of ways of the dragon bat, and Wei Seventeen passed down the Taiwei Golden Lotus Gong to have today's achievements.

Long Bat knew in his heart that Mei Zhenren was willing to give him a few words, which was a rare opportunity, and he respectfully thanked the real person at the moment, and after thinking about it, he had to be cheeky to see the master. Wei Qiqi heard him explain his intentions, and smiled slightly, although this dragon bat is lazy, it is not stupid to go home, and if you tap it with your hand, you will know how to choose. He didn't say anything, and said: "What Mei Zhenren said is extremely true, you are from a different background from Tu Zhen, the Six Methods of True Immortals are not suitable for you, and the Black Dragon Steaming Sea Gong has been lost in this world for a long time, although I know its whereabouts, I can't get it for a while." Cultivation is like sailing against the current, you have always been lazy, you may not be able to bear hardship, first pass on a piece of the demon clan's exercises, if you have success, then come and ask me. ”

What he passed on to the dragon bat was the Taiyin Swallowing Sea Gong.

After resting for a few days, the four of them went on the road again, the dragon bat no longer complained, gritted his teeth and resisted, and when April hung high in the sky, he opened his big mouth to absorb the essence of the moon, and tempered his body according to the mental method. Back then, Wei Qiqi practiced this demon method in the Heavenly Turbidity Body after the Nether Realm, hitting the tree with his bare back, and suffering a lot, and the dragon bat traveled thousands of miles with the waves on his back, and every inch and every part of his body was tempered to the extreme, which was much better than the "hitting the tree", Mei Zhenren also noticed the changes in the dragon bat, and released the weight of the wave attack in the cliff monument little by little, so that he would not relax in the slightest.

This time, it took more than half a year to fly, and the Polar Sun City was in sight.

Seventeen volcanoes are blazing in the sky, one after another, shining in the polar day city, there is a cold pool hidden in the depths of the volcano, frozen for a hundred miles, all year round, the power of water and fire Yin and Yang work to refine the treasure, it is a melting pot made in heaven and earth.

Wei XVII had no intention of entering the city, and ordered Hu to land directly beside the cold pool, the soul eye under the armpit of his right arm flashed, and the remnant soul of Puzi was sacrificed to the Kunwu Golden Pagoda, and a broken wave crash fell at the foot of the volcano, the treasure light flickered, the ice was torn apart, and it fell into the frozen soil as hard as iron, which caused the surrounding volcano to rumble, and the flames swept the sky.

Hu Bugui's white eyebrows moved frequently, and after a careful look, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a good thing!"

The dragon bat fell crookedly to the ground, put down Mei Zhenren, the Dharma body collapsed, showing a small figure, lying on the ground motionless, his mouth and nose buried in the ice and snow, even his fingers were unable to move, and he wanted to sleep with him for three days and three nights. But this time he fell asleep, all his previous efforts were wasted, and the previous suffering was in vain, he snorted and gasped for a moment, struggled to get up, barely sat down cross-legged, and put on a posture with his heart facing the sky, trying his best to stay awake.

Mei Zhenren stepped forward slowly, using elephant means, with a sound, the wordless cliff monument rose from the ground, climbed steadily, turned into a behemoth dozens of feet high, buzzed and trembled, after a few breaths, the cave suddenly opened, and threw another wave ship out. She was relieved in her heart, her face couldn't hide the tiredness, she raised her hand to put away the cliff tablet, secretly swallowed a pill, silently used Xuangong, and slowly refined the medicinal power.

The distance between the two ships is less than a zhang, like a cliff, looking at each other in pairs, Hu Bugui is full of emotion in his heart. The power of the Yu clan to unite the continent, only to build seven, originally thought that it could be relied on across the abyssal sea, invincible, did not want to fight in the snake neck sea, the four true immortal incarnations could not stop the murderer, five ships hit the waves and broke in the waist, sinking to the bottom of the sea, the black feather was forced to make a thousand-year covenant, only to be able to turn back to Lu Huangzhou, thinking about the glory of that battle, it makes people's blood boil, and there is honor.

Wei Qiqi looked up at the two wave-striking ships, and did not shy away from not returning, the soul eyes of the whole body were bright, the nine-headed dragon on the top of the skull, the black dragon on the back of the neck, the remnant soul of Puzi under the armpit of the right arm, the three-point nine-headed bird on the umbilicus, and the pangolin with the bend of the left leg and knee appeared one by one, and the power of the soul should be released, and the five fingers were closed, and he held a dark and heavy broken knife, straight, wide, thick, long, heavy, and one less knife tip, which was very strange at first glance.

Hu Bugui chuckled in his heart, his soul power became a soldier, and his courage became a soldier, and he turned out to be a "soul soldier"!