After the black-ridged centipede left, Mo Xiaolou let out a sigh of relief, he picked up the little wolf, found a secret place in the dense forest, and started a new round of cultivation life.

In order to satisfy the appetite of the little wolf, Mo Xiaolou had to refine a large amount of pure yang power every day and inject it into the warm jade. Over time, he became more and more proficient in running the rune technique, and his own cultivation was also growing rapidly.

Mo Xiaolou felt that in the fusion stage, if a cultivator wanted to improve his cultivation, he had to enhance his ability to absorb and control the aura of heaven and earth.

In this month, in order to transform the power of pure yang for the little wolf, Mo Xiaolou's ability to absorb the aura of heaven and earth has improved a lot compared to before. If you fight with the black-ridged centipede again, although you can't win, you won't be killed by the neck due to lack of spiritual power like before.

Gradually, Mo Xiaolou felt that his cultivation was infinitely approaching the late stage of fusion.

The next thing to do is to improve the control of the aura, Mo Xiaolou knew that his current attack and defense were too monotonous and lacked changes, so he couldn't exert the power of the rune spell in his body at all.

In the next few days, Mo Xiaolou was constantly practicing the simulacrum, as usual, he first released the power of pure yang, and then condensed it into a fist, however, when he wanted to do the second form transformation, the power of pure yang outside the body would lose control, either gradually dissipating or bombarding straight ahead.

"Hey, failed again!"

Mo Xiaolou wiped the sweat from his forehead in annoyance, sat on the ground, and gasped for breath.

Not only is he unable to successfully perform the second form transformation now, but the entire process of mimicry is very difficult, and even if he succeeds, he will not be able to fight for long.

"I must have made a mistake, otherwise I wouldn't have worked so hard!"

During this period, Mo Xiaolou tried to ask the little wolf for advice a few times, but every time that guy finished refining the power of pure yang, he would fall asleep, and when he was awake, he would only simply show his own attack methods, and in the face of Mo Xiaolou's questions, it would not explain, and kept rolling its eyes, revealing a look of disdain.

Later, Mo Xiaolou discovered that this guy's ability to control the power of pure yang was not cultivated, but should be an innate bloodline talent. At the beginning, in order to find a breeder, it casually agreed to its request, anyway, I only do demonstrations, whether you can learn or not depends on your own ability.

"Mo Xiaolou, Mo Xiaolou, you are such a big person who was fooled by a little wolf!"

Although he said so, Mo Xiaolou was not really angry, during this time of getting along with the little wolf, he had a deep affection for it, Mo Xiaolou seemed to have returned to his childhood, and the pain in his heart was gradually relieved, and he also gave the little guy a very vivid name, called "Xiaobai".

The little guy is also very dependent on Mo Xiaolou, in addition to absorbing the power of pure yang, what he also likes is to lie in Mo Xiaolou's arms and sleep soundly.

"It's definitely not the way to go. ”

Mo Xiaolou knew that he must have not understood the trick, it was not that he didn't think of asking the elders in the sect, but including Senior Uncle Mo Hua and Senior Brother Lu Hao, all the masters of the Kun Cang Sect were metal spirit roots.

The metallic technique requires fast, accurate and ruthless, and after accumulating power, you can hit the opponent's vital point directly, and you don't need to change much.

In this way, only Zhao Yu is a wood attribute spiritual root, and it is said that his cultivation is extremely profound, but he has been in retreat all these years, and Mo Xiaolou never wants to disturb his master's cultivation.

"Is it all the right thing to do to find the black-ridged centipede?"

Mo Xiaolou felt quite helpless, although the other party had promised that no matter what confusion he encountered in his cultivation, he could consult it at any time, but who knew what would be in it? In front of that kind of murderous existence, he would lose his life if he was not careful.

Thinking of the picture when he fought with the black-ridged centipede before, the endless changes in the spiritual power of the other party were really amazing, and none of the changes in the middle were superfluous, and he successfully rounded up and strangled himself.

If it wasn't himself who was attacked, then Mo Xiaolou would definitely cheer for the black-ridged centipede.

"Looks like I'm going to go to that guy and ask for a call. ”

Mo Xiaolou made up his mind, he was reluctant to let the child catch the wolf, not to mention that he also raised a white-eyed wolf. The ability of the black-ridged centipede to mimic the incarnation can definitely be called the grandmaster-level level, and for cultivators, the biggest temptation is to keep getting stronger. Only by overcoming the difficulty of the change of spiritual power form can the pure yang body vein exert its greatest power.

"Xiaobai, wake up and follow me to the swamp. ”

At this time, Xiaobai was sleeping on his back on the grass, all four lower legs were spread, and a big character was put out.

Mo Xiaolou pinched its little face into a bun shape with both hands, and the poor little guy was woken up like this, and his four little legs kicked wildly. This is Mo Xiaolou, if it were someone else, I am afraid that he would have died on the spot.

Xiao Bai screamed twice with sleepy eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction, but he still followed Mo Xiaolou into the distance with great reluctance.

Next to the swamp, Mo Xiaolou released a trace of spiritual power fluctuations, and after a while, the quagmire began to roll, and the black-ridged centipede revealed its huge body.

"You're finally here!"

After seeing Mo Xiaolou, the black-ridged centipede actually looked a little excited.

"The kid has some confusion in his cultivation, I don't know..... Can you answer one or two questions? ”

Mo Xiaolou really couldn't think of how to call each other, so he couldn't call him a big bug.

"If you have any questions, you can ask them like me, although I am a demon beast, but when it comes to cultivation, it is the same way, and it is naturally much better for you to ask me than to ask you about the waste of Kun Cangzong. ”

Although the words of the black-ridged centipede were unpleasant, Mo Xiaolou didn't want to argue at the moment, as long as the other party didn't slander his master, let it brag. After all, being imprisoned in this dense forest is lonely, and it can only find a sense of existence in front of its own little disciple.

"I hope that my predecessors will give me advice!"

Mo Xiaolou flew into the air, his spiritual power was released, and it condensed into a huge golden fist in front of him. Then he tried to transform the fist shadow into a ripple and spread it around, but after a few vibrations, the golden fist shadow lost control and flew straight ahead, and finally the light became fainter and fainter, and gradually disappeared in the air.

"Your understanding of the outside world of spiritual power is completely wrong!" With just one glance, the black-spine centipede figured out what the problem was.

"Don't think that the so-called release of spiritual power is just a simple release of your own pure yang power, what you just did was just a single attack, I really don't understand how those guys from Kuncang Sect teach their disciples. ”

The black-ridged centipede shook its massive head in a look of helplessness.

"If you want to mimic something, you must first achieve resonance with the spiritual power of the same attribute in the outside world, so that the spiritual power from your body can become flexible, instead of a lifeless attack!"