Magic weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, spiritual treasures.

In the entire Mo clan, among the teenagers of the same generation, there are very few who can have magic weapons. And there are only two people who have magic weapons, one is known as the first day talent in the clan, and he is also the only grandson of the Great Elder Mo Tianyuan, Mo Haoming. And the other is the daughter of the patriarch Mo Wanjun, Mo Ning'er.

As for the spirit weapons, even the twelve elders in the clan did not possess all of them. That Mo Lang is one of them, otherwise he would not covet Mo Cang's relics. Because among Mo Cang's relics, there is a spiritual weapon.

"Xuanyu...... Elder, this, this ......" Mo Zhiyao suddenly felt that the thing in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his heart was also extremely agitated, and he even spoke a little slurred.

"Child, after your father passed away, I didn't take good care of you, and I made you suffer a lot, and I have always felt guilty. Now that you've finally succeeded in condensing the human pattern, I wanted to keep you by my side and guide you well. But you should have your own path to follow now, and I won't stop you. Elder Xuanyu said with relief and embarrassment.

"You're out training alone, and I can't help. This spiritual weapon, you take it with you, in a critical moment, may be able to save your life. ”

"However, this spiritual artifact is too valuable to be collected. Mo Zhiyao stood up and said with a sincere expression. Elder Xuan Yu was right, a spiritual weapon, at a critical moment, is really the capital of life, this gift is too heavy, too heavy to be accepted by Mo Zhiyao.

"Hahahaha, silly boy. Old man, I'm over 100 years old this year, and if nothing big happens in the clan, I won't go out at all. Besides, I am alone, without children and daughters, and I have long treated you as a grandson, and these external objects will be yours sooner or later. ”

"But your previous situation was given to you, but it hurt you. Now it's different, seeing that you dared to take Mo Lang's bet before, although I don't know why you are so confident, but you must have your reason. Then these things of mine are naturally to be left to you, and it is difficult to bring them to the coffin, or if they are cheaper, others can't do it. Elder Xuanyu looked at Mo Zhiyao in front of him, and there was a look of favor in his kind smile.

"Xuanyu, grandpa!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly turned red, he knelt down on his knees, and respectfully kowtowed to Elder Xuanyu three times.

Elder Xuanyu was excited by Mo Zhiyao's shout of "Grandpa", and the light in his eyes blurred his vision. got up and came to Mo Zhiyao's side, helped Mo Zhiyao up, reached out and stroked the top of Mo Zhiyao's head, and said in a choked voice: "Good boy, good boy......"

The two of them, who are both alone, have become the closest relatives in the world from this moment on.

Wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes, the two sat down again.

Elder Xuan Yu said to Mo Zhiyao: "This spiritual weapon, named 'Ling Xiao', has only one function, that is, it can fly in the air. ”

Monks, only when they reach the fourth level of the god realm can they step into the void and soar into the sky. Until then, he could only look at the "emptiness" and sigh. And the flying treasures are precious here, so that the monks under the realm of returning to the gods can have the power to fly.

The flying treasures, compared with those offensive and defensive treasures, are even rarer, and can be said to be one in ten thousand, which is very precious, which can be seen.

Therefore, all flying treasures are respected as spiritual weapons.

"It's just a long way away, with your current cultivation, you can't use this 'Ling Xiao' yet. Only if the number of human patterns reaches more than six patterns, can it be used reluctantly, and if you want to do as you like, you must reach more than sixteen human patterns. Of course, what I'm talking about is the total number of human patterns, and it has nothing to do with the realm. Elder Xuan Yu told Mo Zhiyao.

"Therefore, I suggest that when you practice, don't go too deep into the Black Lotus Mountain Range first, at least wait until after the six patterns, and then be able to use this 'Ling Xiao', and then go a little deeper. ”

"Well, Haruka understands. Mo Zhiyao nodded, but he secretly thought in his heart, although his human pattern was only three, if he added those two magic patterns, it would be the number of five. As long as one more magic pattern is condensed, the number has already reached the minimum requirement for using "Lingxiao". But whether the human pattern and the magic pattern can be added together so simply, Mo Zhiyao has no bottom in his heart, and he can only know if he has tried it.

Subsequently, Elder Xuanyu first helped Mo Zhiyao refine "Ling Xiao", and then told him how to use it. After refining, the "Ling Xiao" is hidden in Mo Zhiyao's back, and as long as enough spiritual power is instilled, it can be used.

"By the way, the Nayu space on your body is enough, is there anything else you need to prepare?" Elder Xuanyu inquired in detail as if he were a wanderer who had left home.

Nayu is an ordinary magic vessel used by monks to place things with them, and there is a space in it that can be carried except for living things. It's just that the size of the space depends on the quality of Nayu, generally speaking, it is the size of a hundred zhang square circle, which is enough to use.

"It's all complete, yesterday I arranged for someone to prepare a lot of water and food, as well as some clothes and other supplies. As for the belongings, my father left me a lot of money, which was enough for me. Mo Zhiyao nodded and said.

The days when Ru Mao drank blood, Mo Zhiyao had enough, and when he came back this time, he brought the most food. As for the rest, I am going to cultivate, not to play, and I don't need to carry it.

The two ancestors and grandsons chatted until late at night, and Elder Xuanyu reluctantly sent Mo Zhiyao out of the door in person, looked at the young eagle, left alone, and began his life journey of fighting the sky.

Bidding farewell to Elder Xuanyu, Mo Zhiyao unfolded his body and blended into the night. For the darkness and darkness, Mo Zhiyao has a soft spot, and the moment of departure is also chosen at midnight.

Out of the Mo Mansion, Mo Zhiyao took one last look at this place that made him feel cold, and the curvature of his mouth was extremely cold: "Mo family, I will come back, and when the time comes, what you owe me will be doubled back for me!"

Turning around, Mo Zhiyao left without any nostalgia.

In half a month, Mo Zhiyao rose day and night, and finally returned to the Black Lotus Mountain Range.

Being in the dense forest, Mo Zhiyao breathed in the air with the smell of dew, so comfortable that the pores of his whole body seemed to be wantonly spitting. The red light in his eyes flashed unscrupulously, here, it will be his first step towards the top!

With the sole of his foot kicking the ground, Mo Zhiyao's ape-like figure submerged into the dense forest that covered the sky and the sun, and thus began his journey of killing and ascension.

"Whew!" the blade-like palm slashed across the neck of a large, mountain-like unicorn stone ape, bringing up a cloud of blood mist at the same time, a terrible scream resounded through the sky.

Mo Zhiyao's ghostly figure circled behind the unicorn stone ape, stepped on the ground, jumped into the air, curled his fingers like hooks, and slammed into the top of its head.

The rock-solid skin of the one-horned stone ape was like paper paste in front of Mo Zhiyao, fragile, and several black lines drilled into it, but in a few breaths, the frantically struggling one-horned stone ape fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

The red glow in Mo Zhiyao's eyes became brighter and brighter, exuding a strong bloody intent, and with a wave of his arm, the huge corpse disappeared.

"Whew!" Mo Zhiyao exhaled a long breath, and the red glow in his eyes disappeared, replaced by excitement. Raising his left arm, five human patterns and five magic patterns were impressive.

The fifth demon pattern, after devouring the life essence of the one-horned stone ape just now, has been completely condensed.

It's only been a month, and the cultivation has reached such a point, and the degree of smoothness is far beyond Mo Yuan's expectations.

The three newly condensed demon patterns were at the cost of the lives of nearly a thousand demon beasts. And the condensation of the two human patterns, although Mo Zhiyao expected, but the smooth process surprised him inexplicably.

I think it should be related to Mo Zhiyao's tireless hard practice for the previous seven years, seven years of accumulation, thick accumulation, and seven years of accumulation of strong aura, so that Mo Zhiyao can condense the human pattern so smoothly.

Leaning against an ancient tree and sitting down, Mo Zhiyao turned over his hand and took out a bag of water, drank it happily, and slowly recovered the physical strength he had consumed before.

Mo Zhiyao's position at this moment is already extremely deep, although it is still a long way from the hinterland of the deepest Black Lotus Mountain Range, but the demon beasts that infest here are already extremely strong. Like the one-horned stone ape just now, he already has a high level of spiritual intelligence.

After resting for a while, Mo Zhiyao stood up and moved his body, ready to continue deeper.

A gust of wind blew from the forest, brushing Mo Zhiyao's face, making the branches and leaves rustle. Mo Zhiyao's face changed suddenly, his ears trembled slightly, and he caught a trace of an inaudible sound.

With the increase in the number of demon pattern condensations, the degree of compatibility between the Eternal Demon Yuan in the body and Mo Zhiyao became more and more obvious, and the sensitivity of Mo Zhiyao's various senses was also enhanced exponentially.

Especially for the perception of danger, he is even more acute than ordinary demon beasts, and this mysterious intuition has allowed Mo Zhiyao to avoid several fatal crises.

The gust of wind that blew in front of him, Mo Zhiyao faintly smelled a trace of blood. And this trace of blood is human!

The Black Lotus Mountain Range, no one will easily set foot on it, Mo Zhiyao and the mysterious man have lived on the edge for ten months before, and they have not seen a single person, and this place is deeper than that, and someone actually appeared.

Mo Zhiyao frowned, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and finally became resolute. The ghostly figure swept in the direction from which the smell came, without even a sound during the action.

Converge the breath around the body, and even the breath becomes vague. At this moment, if Mo Zhiyao stopped moving, unless he was standing in front of him, I am afraid that even the most sensitive demon beast would not be able to discover his existence.

After about ten miles of progress, the field of vision in front of him became wider, and the scene that came into view made Mo Zhiyao's pupils suddenly constrict.

In a relatively open space, a huge demon beast was fighting with a human monk.

And that monk, Mo Zhiyao recognized, was the young man in Chinese clothes who stood behind Fu Kuan in the Shanyuan Building a month ago, making Mo Zhiyao a fierce rival!