On a white jade table, a woman with plain makeup was bowing her head and writing quickly, and the woman had already finished writing on the paper. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Gently putting down the pen, the woman raised her head, revealing a peerless face under her jet-black hair, which was the face of Lisu.

I saw her jade fingers move slightly, gently twisted the paper, carefully examined the order she had just written down again, nodded, and then rolled it up, and looked at her left hand side, which was a row of small, shallow grooves, neatly arranged.

Each groove is only a finger wide and a palm long, and it is pitch black inside, as if there is an endless depth, and you can't see the end of it at a glance, and you don't know where it is. And on the edge of this groove, there are lines of small characters engraved on each other, shaped like seal scripts, very mysterious, it seems that this is a name.

The fingertips of the detachment shone slightly, and he wrapped the paper and placed it on top of the first groove, and was about to put it into it, but he took it back, and after hesitating for a moment alone, he threw it into the second groove and disappeared.

"This bit of information is not enough, it needs more, more comprehensive, this is too vague, how can it be reported to His Majesty. Li Su watched the paper disappear in the groove, and only after flicking his fingers did a light light light up, he naturally understood that the personnel over there had already received their own instructions, and were doing their best to get busy with the instructions that had just been issued.

"Among the secret guards, there are mixed fish and dragons, although they are all for the country, but they still have their own subordinates and factions. Li Su looked at the first groove, sighed secretly, only looked at the second groove, and sighed: "These teams that I personally selected one by one and trained step by step, although it is inevitable that someone will infiltrate, it will always be better." ”

The fingers of the palm of the flocculent moved slightly, gently opened and closed, and the surging mana gushed out from the body, extracting and condensing the power of heaven and earth, evolving in the palm, and evolving into a cloud of vitality.

It's just that between the light and agile rotations, it actually twists the void, wraps it heavily, like a chicken, opens the void in it, and sorts out all kinds of vitality. All kinds of vitality are violent, and all kinds of luster are circulating, and it is actually used to deduce a scene of cosmic desolation and chaos.

This is not to open up a world in the void and chaos, but with the help of the vitality of heaven and earth, it is sorted out and deduced one by one, evolving a small world, and creating a series of phantoms, or plants and trees, or fish and insects, in which all kinds of frost and heaven evolve one by one.

Li Xu took a light breath, then spewed out a breath of pure vitality and melted into it. All kinds of frost heavens evolved from it and began to compete with each other.

Under the covert control of Lisu, the human race overcame obstacles in it, slowly grew, and finally ascended to the position of overlord. Heroes, heroes, and martyrs slowly passed away, and wisps of vitality emerged from them.

Ambilight, replaying their past lives and heroic past over and over again, is becoming more and more comprehensive and clear.

The wisps of wisdom and various life experiences are condensed in this brilliance, precipitated in this vitality, and slowly brewed. This wisp of vitality broke away from this small world, gathered again in Lixi's hands, and merged into a strand.

Lisu smiled and let go of his palm, and the small world of vitality was also quickly completed, and no strange people appeared, dissipating in the air.

Lisu pinched the trick with both hands, exerted his magical powers, entered this vitality, evolved the mystery of creation inside, polished and carved, and carefully refined.

There is a mysterious and inexplicable aura circulating on this vitality, as if something powerful is being bred inside, it is actually trembling and trembling, vibrating out a mysterious rhythm, resonating with the void and resonating with heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation suddenly came out of the vitality, affecting the heart, swaying the soul, and a spirit came out of it, closed its eyes tightly, like a baby, breathing quietly.

The spirit opened its eyes, and its eyes were full of wisdom, as if this was a great man from an endless time ago, reborn here, and returning from here.

The spirit opened its eyes, saw the separation in front of it, hurriedly floated over, and bowed down: "The last general will meet His Highness!"

"Hmm. Lisu nodded and said, "How is this body?"

"Refreshed, it's very suitable, if you can settle in a physical body, then you can better help Your Highness to do things. The spirit closed his eyes slightly and said.

"This is easy to do, you can go and breathe first. ”

Lixu nodded, flicked his big sleeves, and opened up a colorful spatial channel, and a supple and boundless force sent out, wrapped this divine soul, and sent it in.

Refining and refining gas, refining gas and transforming gods, refining and refining gods.

Lixu uses the vitality of heaven and earth as the material, and uses its own vitality as a template to evolve a world, write, direct and act by itself, refining qi and transforming gods.

Shaping the epic light and shadow of the years, refining the years, refining history, refining wisdom, refining thinking, refining life, bringing these all together in one furnace, refining the essence, turning into a god, and getting a loyal soul.

This is the real cronies, carefully selected, cronies who will not rebel and can be entrusted with everything.

Borrowing all the appearances and refining their gods, this is refining the gods, the fourth-order and third-order refining gods.

"It's slow. ”

After the spirit was sent away, Li Sucai frowned and sighed.

Her cultivation is still a little poor, and she still needs the assistance of her own vitality, and she also needs to evolve the chapters of history to be able to cultivate and nurture her soul and refine her spirit in her qi.

If it is those cultivators of the truly powerful God Refining Realm, they don't need such complicated techniques. Condense all things in the world, extract all kinds of things, directly refine its spirit, refine its god, and do it in one step, and directly melt this complicated evolution into a finger, point the spirit of God, a grass and a tree, a wind and a stone, all are soldiers.

The form is present, and the god refines itself.

Outside the capital, there are also houses and people, surrounding the capital, forming a large circle, lined outward, living and working in peace and contentment, that is the outer city.

The outer city of the first ring, next to the official road, is lined with houses, has its own wine house, and has a rural market, which is not lively.

Naturally, there is no such thing as a bubble flower to extend the space, so it will naturally be a little crowded between people in the past.

Groups of people dressed in casual clothes, in twos and threes, walk here from time to time, and they don't attract the attention of ordinary people, and they don't know what they are looking for.

It's just that there is a guest on the third floor of a restaurant on the side of the road, he is not an ordinary person, but a fourth-order cultivator who refines the void, this person is naturally that Que Mo.

After leaving the county lord's mansion, he hurriedly left the capital and came to this outer city to wait. The capital of the human race is too dangerous. This is what his brothers and sisters once warned him.

Although he didn't know the reason, it didn't hinder his actions, and the senior brothers and sisters were still very good to him on weekdays, so they wouldn't deceive him in this kind of thing. If it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to demonstrate it himself, looking for that answer, that answer must not be what Quemo wanted to know.

"You'll tell me. ”

Que Mo drank his drink slowly, smiling and muttering to himself, "Even if you don't want to tell me, you will show some traces, and that's enough." Who you will find, who you will test against, one by one, I will find that person. Under my hint, there will definitely not be many people you will be looking for when the time comes, I just don't have a clue, and that's enough. ”

"Even if the power of the national fortune expelled my hints, you have already been aroused by me, the thoughts you have made, your every move, has been marked by me as a foreign object, and there are traces of other existences. No matter how much you hide it, you can't hide it from me. ”

"Hmm!" Que Mo raised his eyes, looked out the window, looked at these pedestrians in civilian clothes who came and went, but acted in a military style, frowned and said: "What's the matter? Looking at the behavior of these people, they should be secret guards, what are they looking for? Here, what happened before?"

FinchMo was puzzled by this.

After all, he was woken up by the master from the retreat, and hurried here from the Nestle Palace, and before he could take a breath, he went to find Lisu, and wanted to open a clue from her and solve it quickly, and he didn't know what happened in this capital yesterday.

"Little Er!" Que Mo shouted, and immediately a small guy ran over, answered in front of the door, and then pushed the door open, and stood aside respectfully, waiting for orders.

"Little Er, did anything strange happen yesterday?" Que Mo first asked the little girl to serve a pot of wine, and then asked slowly.

"Yesterday," the little guy was stunned for a moment, and said, "This guest officer only came here today, but a major event happened in the capital yesterday, the sky was full of red clouds, and the sky was burned." ”

"Hmph!" The little guy had just said a few words, and a person who looked like a steward was passing by, and when he heard these words, he snorted coldly outside, and the little guy was suddenly too frightened to speak again.

"Bastard!"

The steward closed the door, came to the little maid, lowered his voice and scolded angrily: "Little rabbit cub!

"This guest officer, this kid has a bad head, and he chews the root of his tongue all day long, which makes you laugh. The steward laughed, then reined in his expression, and said seriously: "This guest officer, I am here to advise you, nothing happened yesterday, and after you go out, don't say anything." ”

The steward was concise and to the point, and after only saying two words, he stopped the topic, and dragged the little guy to go out.

Que Mo coughed lightly, the two of them were stunned, just as they were confused, they continued to leave, and after closing the door outside, the two looked at each other, stunned for a while, and then left.

In Que Mo's eyes, the light and shadow flowed, and yesterday's events were actually replayed in his eyes, but the scene was outside the capital, and he could only watch from a distance as a fire ignited above the capital, scorching the sky, and he didn't know what to do.

This is actually the perspective of these two individuals, their memories of yesterday, which were extracted by some means, vivid, vivid, as if they were there.

"Someone died. Looking at this scene, Que Mo naturally understood what was happening, and sighed.

"I don't know who it is?" Quemo chuckled before saying, "What's the matter with me! I just need to find the man and bring him back to his life." ”

"Hmm. If you can find him, what if I pay you. Que Mo remembered his previous promise to Lisu, frowned slightly, and stretched out again, and said: "This seat is true to its word, give you benefits, you can still catch up with me." Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die, if you are a toddler in Handan, it is self-defeating. ”

Que Mo was silent, his hands poked out of his sleeves, and gradually got closer, and the wisps of mysterious light converged in his palms, evolving into a fine light, a qi light, and a divine light.

The three lights of essence, qi, and spirit appeared in the palm, and the finch ink was still expressionless, and the hands pinched the trick to cast spells, and the three kinds of Xuanguang were interpreted separately, revealing the mysteries of the first three orders of the four orders of the immortals, each condensed into a Dao flower, and then turned into three air currents, and began to merge into one.

Que Mo's expression was solemn at this time, his hands were put together, and under the great oppression, the three mysterious qi began to blend according to Que Mo's will, and they were integrated, communicated, circulated, and transformed with each other.

The three flowers gather at the top and turn into Xuanyuan.

Que Mo spread out his palm, and saw a transparent glass bead that was full of essence, qi, and divine greatness, and all the truth, all qi and all the gods appeared in the palm of Que Mo's hand, shining with a glowing glow, and flowing with purple gas.

Que Mo picked it up, put it in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

This time, the Xuanyuan Bead was more than a hundred times better than the ones he had tried to condense before, and he perfectly integrated his comprehension of the first three orders into it, and even the style was even more exquisite. If the little sister sees it, she will definitely snatch it away and collect it again, this naughty little girl likes to collect these things the most.

Que Mo's expression darkened, and he remembered that the little junior sister had already lost her soul, and even the origin had disappeared, leaving no trace, obviously voluntary.

Recalling the master's original inference, a nameless annoyance rose from his heart, and Que Mo couldn't help but let out a low sigh, and a heavy void collapsed around him, constantly shattering, reorganizing, and repeating, but it was only an inch around him, suppressed.

Even in the midst of a rage, FinchMo is also sane and clear, knowing what kind of place this is, and can't mess around and expose his whereabouts.

A feather suddenly floated up from his body, and Que Mo instantly restrained his expression, respectfully invited him to the desk, and stood aside.

The feathers swayed gently, as if they were conveying something, but they were very small, as if they didn't want to alarm any existence.

Finchink stared, and only when the feather was quiet did he take it back.

"Marriage?!" Que Mo sneered: "Even if the soul of the little junior sister is scattered, I dare to have a trace of marriage! I will definitely kill you!"

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