At first, the essence of the ink bamboo was still struggling violently, but after all, it could not resist the magma-like restraint, and gradually stabilized, melting into the blazing magma.

And this shocking Heavenly Sword Mountain's violent fluctuations also subsided.

"Whew~" Mo Zhiyu breathed a long sigh of relief, swallowed another big pill, and was about to check the essence he had gotten, but his head exploded: "Mo Zhiyu, you idiot!" “

Wow, as a portable system, it's getting more and more excessive!

The remnant soul completely ignored his complaints, and continued to roar: "Do you know that the position of the natal divine soldier is reserved for the Tian'a Sword, and you just gave this broken spirit like this!" ”

The essence of the ink bamboo can now also share the divine consciousness of the ink delusion, and when he heard the words of the remnant soul, he became restless and agitated, expressing his protest.

"Hey, don't get excited, I've made a choice, what are you excited about." This sentence was to appease the essence of Mozhu before he said to the remnant soul, "What do you mean? What is the Heavenly Sword? ”

"It is the body of your left-hand sword, the oldest and most powerful divine sword in this world, the treasure of Heavenly Sword Mountain!"

Hearing what the remnant soul said, he really regretted it, but the essence of the ink bamboo in his hand immediately shook again, and he quickly changed his mind and said: "It's mine after all, it's mine, and the soul is in my hands, so what kind of heaven can Jian still recognize others?" ”

The remnant soul was silent for a while, but Mo Zhiyu still felt his temples bulge, and he didn't know if the remnant soul was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"I'm so angry that I don't want to speak." The remnant soul really said that, and Mo Zhiyu felt that this kind of system could directly spy on his thoughts was simply too intimate, and then the remnant soul then said, "If I wasn't connected to your divine sense, I wouldn't want to see your thoughts?" ”

Mo Zhiyu was suddenly silent, and he didn't even think about it.

"Now that you've come to this, you'd better decide on your weapons first. This spirit has not yet been finalized, remember, be sure to determine the form before opening it, otherwise you will regret it. Don't want to burn the sticks! ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled slightly, held the "magma" with both hands and slowly pulled it away, and the magma tore apart, revealing a section of the body of an ink-like soldier.

The soldier is straight, single-edged, with a straight diagonal blade at the end, which is a straight-edged knife.

The remnant soul spoke: "The sword is not a sword, the sword is not a sword, you actually have a hesitation in your heart." ”

"It's not." He gently sanded the blade with his thumb, and this real weapon was finally shaped, in addition to the ink-like blade, there was also a sleek but slightly frosted handle, without a blade. He said slowly: "Carrying the blood of the gods, what is the use of me asking for that gentleman's peerless sword?" However, since I have learned a lot of swordsmanship and I am unwilling, it depends on what path I can take. ”

He could feel that this sword was very similar to his sword, and it was extremely powerful!

"Huh~" The remnant soul smiled faintly, it was obvious mockery, "Then what do you name it?" ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at the knife in his hand, although the blade was ink, it was as bright as a mirror, so he said: "Since it is the essence of ink and bamboo, it is natural to take a name that can be taken on, so it is better to follow my surname and call ...... Little Momo! ”

The blade of the knife immediately shook violently, and it seemed that it would jump up and cut people at any time, Mo Zhiyu hurriedly held it with both hands: "Don't worry, your name is just 'Mo', but your surname is me." You see, how apt and atmospheric the name Mo is! ”

After saying this, the knife finally calmed down.

"Hehe" the remnant soul sneered again, "You actually fooled a knife, you are really good." ”

Mo Zhiyu put Xiao Momo into his right arm and said to the remnant soul warningly: "Don't make trouble, it's all a parasitic soul in my body, you have to live in harmony." ”

The remnant sneered.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the ruins of this deserted ink bamboo forest, and felt a little embarrassed, and then asked: "How did you become so strange, not as cute as the mechanical lady before." ”

The remnant soul said lightly: "I said that I would recover slowly, I recovered a lot when you first entered the Lun Spirit Realm, and just now because you absorbed the rich golden qi here, I have now recovered my divine sense, but the soul is still broken, and even the illusory spirit body cannot be transformed." ”

Mo Zhiyu was startled for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Do you remember who you are there?" ”

The remnant soul was silent for a while, and then said, "I am the first formation cultivator in the world!" ”

Mo Zhiyu opened his mouth, doubting his ability to express: "I'm not asking you how you feel, I'm talking about your name!" Identity! ”

"'The world's first formation cultivator' is my identity," the remnant soul said as a matter of course, "As for the name, I forgot, but for you now, it is useless to know my name." ”

It's really obvious that he has amnesia and is still mocking, Mo Zhiyu shook his head, the joy of getting the divine soldier before is almost gone.

"I'm not mocking, I'm telling the truth." The remnant soul said, "Your divine weapon is a growth type, and the current grade is just a high-grade treasure soldier at best, so I have great expectations, so keep working hard." ”

Mo Zhizhi held his forehead and was about to collapse, why didn't she wake up with a supple little Lori, but such a tsundere girl?

In order to prevent the remnant soul from saying some miscellaneous things again, Mo Zhiyu immediately opened the topic and asked the remnant soul to find a way back, after the fight just now, this place is already in ruins, and it is impossible to see the way at the time.

However, the Spirit Binding Array is still there, and it should be able to recover after a while, so Mo Zhiyu doesn't have any guilt.

He followed the new path that the remnant had shown him, but it seemed to lead to the other side of the mountain, for he felt that his aura was getting thinner.

Suddenly, he stopped and saw a person in front of him, and the clothes were typical Heavenly Sword Mountain disciple clothes. He hurried over and helped the man over. This man should have just been unconscious, and his complexion was normal, but his brows were twisted, his face was full of pain, and the bruises on his forehead and arms were abnormally abrupt. Mo Zhiyu carefully examined it and found that there were no traces of poisoning on this person's body, so he only used the most traditional method to inject a trace of Yuan Force into this person.

The man woke up slowly, but still looked weak, and Mo Zhiyu hurriedly asked, "How are you?" ”

The man opened his mouth weakly, and fainted again before he could say anything, so Mo Zhiyu quickly injected a trace of Yuan Force to protect the person's heart, and then carried the person on his back, followed the path pointed by the remnant soul, found the nearest teleportation circle, and sent the person to the nearest medical hall.

But Mo Zhiyu didn't expect this medical hall to be very lively today, although this small medical hall is not as lively as the Privy Council, it can also be said to be overcrowded.