The old pot's voice was extremely cold, but Wang Mu had not yet reacted from the joy of successfully building the foundation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If the foundation is successfully built, all the mana in the body will be transformed into the spirit element, and at the same time, the injured meridians in the body will slowly heal.

Wang Mu suddenly felt a pinprick-like pain in Linghai, and then he lost control of his body, and the whole person appeared directly in a closed space.

"Old pot, what do you mean by this?" Wang Mu snorted wildly.

In the sea of spirits, a white spirit body broke in from the void opposite, and this phantom was very different from the pot old man Wang Mu had seen.

The first time Wang Mu saw the old man, he was still a dying old man, and after absorbing the purple star soup, the old man rejuvenated and became a middle-aged man, all of which Wang Mu saw in his eyes and remembered in his heart.

If he absorbs more spiritual liquid for the pot elder, what will happen, Wang Mu doesn't know, but no matter how he thinks about it, it won't be a good thing!

Now the phantom standing in front of Wang Mu has become a teenager, it is conceivable that the pot elder has recovered a lot in less than a year, and these are all Wang Mu's too dependent on the immortal pot, which gave him an opportunity.

"Brother, don't look at me like this, originally I planned to cooperate with you, and I will take it away when I meet a suitable body, but recently you seem to have noticed something, you use the immortal pot less and less, and the time to seal the immortal pot every day is getting longer and longer, hehe...... In this case, you should cross the river and tear down the bridge first, right?" said the old man with a sneer.

Wang Mu existed as a soul body in the Spirit Sea at this time, but he was not sure how to deal with this guy of unknown origin in front of him.

"Whew!" a faint purple suddenly appeared on the surface of Wang Mu's soul body.

Seeing this, the old man bowed his head slightly and said, "I didn't expect you to know a little soul power, do you think you can stop me by taking the Amazing Soup in advance?"

"I have to give it a try, if I want to wait for it, I can't do it!" Wang Mu replied solemnly.

......

In the quiet room, Wang Mu still maintained the refining posture of the Brahma Saint Demon Skill, and this was already the thirty-sixth Great Zhou Tian that he was running today!

At this time, Wang Mu's body suddenly flushed.

Ordinary monks will be improved and tempered by the powerful spirit element power after successfully building the foundation, but now Wang Mu's soul itself is difficult to protect, and the powerful spirit element in his body has become an ownerless thing.

The Brahman Saint Demon Skill that was dormant in his body finally broke out!

A trace of black invisible spiritual power flowed from the limbs and hundreds of remains, and finally slowly converged towards the dantian.

The Sanskrit Demon Skill is the supreme method of the ancient demon cultivation and quenching the body, Wang Mu exhausted a large amount of spiritual liquid to be able to practice to the first layer, but the second layer must at least build the cultivation of the foundation realm to cultivate.

As soon as Wang Mu built the foundation, his soul was dragged into the battle of seizure, but his body maintained the cultivation state of the Brahma Saint Demon Skill, and the second layer of the Demon Skill operated on its own, and even began to regurgitate and assimilate the pure spirit element in the body!

One is the natal spirit element of the foundation realm, which is extremely powerful;

One is the ancient magic skill of quenching the body, which is unpredictable.

Although at the beginning, the Natal Spirit Yuan could still devour the invisible demonic qi that invaded the dantian, but the Natal Spirit Yuan was a dead thing after all, and it was not controlled by Wang Mu's spiritual sense, and when the demonic qi it devoured reached a certain level, the mutation began!

The impregnable Lingyuan defense line in the dantian collapsed, and the murderer turned out to be the part of Lingyuan that had devoured the demonic qi before!

The Demon Qi of the Van Sage has been lurking in Wang Mu's body, although it is only a body refining demonic skill, but this purest demonic energy has not even been seen through the Immortal Mirror.

The defense line was broken, and the natal spirit yuan was squeezed into the deepest corner of the dantian.

I'm afraid that in a moment or three, when all these natal spirit elements are devoured by demonic qi, Wang Mu will be transformed into a complete demonic cultivator!

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In the sea of spirits, Wang Muzheng and Guo Lao were faintly confronting each other.

Wang Mu was very nervous in his heart, the old man of the pot obviously had the upper hand but didn't make a move, what was he waiting for?

After a while, Wang Mu came to his senses.

The layer of shocking soup shield on the surface of his soul body suddenly became dim, and Wang Mu secretly screamed in his heart.

"He's waiting for the Amazing Soup to take effect!"

The old man on the other side finally said coldly: "Calculate the time, the medicinal effect of the Amazing Soup should also lose its effect, you have no way to retreat!"

Wang Mu retreated a few steps in a row, and was about to say something, when the layer of purple light on his body finally dissipated!

"Whew!"

Wang Mu saw a flower in front of him, and that hateful phantom jumped in front of him.

Sou!

There was a sharp pain in his head, and a white phantom entered his soul.

"So this is the seizure!" Wang Mu laughed miserably.

However, Wang Mu has a resolute personality, and his soul power is also quite strong, although the origin of the pot is mysterious, Wang Mu still survived for a while.

It's a pity that Wang Mu's cultivation is too weak, and he has never cultivated soul secret techniques or spiritual supernatural powers, so he can only passively bear the reluctance of the old pot.

The only thing Wang Mu can do is to stick to his heart, no matter what illusions appear in front of him, he can't accept it!

The world was spinning for a while, and Wang Mu felt that there was something more in his soul.

In a huge and palatial palace, in the middle of the empty hall is a huge danding, and on the walls around it are countless gourds.

Below the Danding is a raging three-color flame churning, more than ten zhang away from the Danding is a boy wearing a white robe, he holds a green fan to the Danding constantly send air.

Wang Mu was taken aback, the appearance of this white-robed boy was seven or eight points similar to the old pot!

I don't know how long it has been, but this boy has been sitting next to Danding for countless years......

......

One day, a white-bearded Taoist and a big-eared monk came to the main hall, Wang Mu couldn't hear what they said, and then the picture changed again.

Suddenly, the Danding, which had never moved, suddenly let out a bang, and the boy exclaimed, and then saw a pair of incomparably deep golden lights!

Dan Ding overturned, and Ding Gai slammed into the boy and hit the boy directly.

As the boy was dying, a mysterious black pocket quietly appeared from the Dan Temple......

Although Wang Mu didn't understand it very clearly, the black pocket and the nameless Danding's lid seemed to look like two things!

Call!

'Wang Mu' suddenly opened his eyes and laughed heartily.

Just as the soul of Guo Lao and Wang Mu merged, a dilapidated pocket shot in from the void of the spiritual sea barrier!

'Wang Mu''s face changed, and the shabby gray pocket instantly opened its mouth, and at this time, a huge suction force seemed to swallow all his souls into it.

"Qiankun bag...... Impossible!" 'Wang Mu' screamed.

I saw that the old soul of the pot that was originally fused with Wang Mu was instantly separated, and then under Wang Mu's blank gaze, the black hole in the cloth bag was directly taken away!

Wang Mu only felt a lightness all over his body, and his soul was directly sent out of the spiritual sea, and the gray pocket was left in the spiritual sea, and the old man of the pot was sealed deadly!