The remnant soul said: "I told you to take your time, you are still so rude, now that your hands are gone, you can slowly realize!" ”

Mo Zhiyu snorted lightly: "But without hands, I still have feet!" ”

Remnant: "You! Neurotic! ”

The end of this first day was only an hour, and Mo Zhiyu was completely spread out on the bed. He needs to wait for the meridians to slowly repair before he can continue to practice. In order to avoid the disciples of Tianjian Mountain from worrying, the meow ball went out for dinner and came in with the top of his head.

Mo Zhiyu was inconvenient with his hands and feet, but he could still sit up and use his yuan power to control the rice grains and soup and other little by little into his mouth. As a result, it took two hours to eat a meal, and the rest of the time, I had to sleep. Anyway, when he was sleeping, he was also practicing the Qi of Chaos Domineering.

On the morning of the second day, Mo Zhiyu happily jumped up from the bed, because the meridians were all healed. As a result, before breakfast was delivered, he was lying on his stomach in bed again. The meow couldn't stand it anymore, so she took the initiative to go out and bring in the breakfast. Then Mo Zhiyu could only use Yuan Li to control the breakfast, and sent it to his mouth little by little.

For the next day, he could only sleep, and when he woke up, he looked at the ceiling in a daze.

"You say, why is it so easy for me to control things with Yuan Li, but it is so difficult to control Yuan Li itself?" In the eyes of others, Mo Zhiyu may be talking to himself. There was no one around him now, just a snoring cat.

The remnant soul responded to him in his mind: "Because you think those things are real, and Yuan Li is just a medium. And Yuan Li itself is an ethereal thing. ”

"Then if I see Yuan Li as an entity, I will be able to control it?" Mo Zhiyu felt like he had discovered a new continent.

The remnant said lukewarmly, "It's a novel idea. When I was practicing, I was able to draw a formation diagram with Yuan Li, so I can't give you a definite suggestion. ”

Tsk, let the remnant soul seize the opportunity to show off again.

On the third day, with yesterday's thoughts, Mo Zhiyu's practice became even more crazy. In addition to using the original palms and soles of his feet to condense the formation diagram, he even included his big arms, small arms, thighs and calves to gather the formation diagram. The result was worse than the previous two days, but the eating was smoother.

Until the night of the sixth day, Mo Zhiyu lay on the balcony and looked at the stars in the sky, his eyes blank, because he was thinking. Before, he thought that he could see Yuan Li as an entity, and he did achieve some results, but he still couldn't gather the array diagram. So, what's wrong?

At this time, a meteor crossed the sky.

"It turns out that there are shooting stars in this world." Ink was delusional, and suddenly, his gaze converged on the tail of the meteor dragged out of the ink sky.

"Stars come from the sky, and they are ethereal, but stars can form their own trajectory. The Yuan Force is ethereal, and it wants to form a formation diagram, and it also needs to form its own trajectory like walking on paper. ”

Mo Zhiyu suddenly realized, "Therefore, the previous idea of pursuing shaping at a slow speed is wrong, it must be fast, it must be very fast, in order to form its own trajectory in an instant!" ”

If you think of it, you have to do it! But now that Mo Zhiyu's limbs are completely wasted, where else can he use it to condense the Yuan Force?

By the way, there is also the top of the head, the closest place to the Divine Consciousness and the Yuan Force Hub!

The remnant soul immediately issued a warning: "Are you really crazy?!" If the overhead condensation fails, it will cause a heavy blow to your divine sense, and you will be unconscious for at least two days! ”

"Then it's almost time to sleep until the opening of the Sword Conference, no loss!" Mo Zhi laughed, and immediately began to gather Yuan Li towards the top of his head. This time, the Yuan Force quickly converged and drew an arc in the air.

However, the Yuan Force that violently gushes in the meridians and blood vessels has further increased the burden on the meridians and blood vessels. Stimulated Mo Zhi's forehead was bruised and sweating profusely.

His vision was blurred by sweat, and his consciousness began to blur, but the arc became a circle.

Mo Zhiyu cheered up and let out a low sigh, and finally, a new line differentiated from the circle, towards the center, and began to draw a new trajectory. Stroke by stroke, bit by bit.

Finally, the tortoiseshell array is completed!

The tortoiseshell array dissipated in the moment of success, but Mo Zhiyu gasped for breath with great joy, he finally succeeded! If you succeed once, you will succeed a second time!

"Congratulations." The remnant soul's voice was lukewarm, "However, the tortoiseshell array is only the simplest formation, and it is no longer applicable in the Phantom Yuan Realm. I'll give you a new picture. ”

Then a new array diagram appeared in Mo Zhiyu's mind, and its array was more than five times more complicated than the tortoiseshell array!

"I'll go" before Mo Zhiyu fell unconscious, and let out a final struggle.

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In Chang'an City in the early morning, a scream sounded. The guards patrolling the city immediately rushed over, and found a shriveled corpse in the alley. Here, it immediately became a warning area, which was tightly sealed by Jiaoyi guards.

Wu Baimeng, who heard the news, put on a face towel soaked in medicinal solution, walked to the corpse, and slightly lifted the white corpse cloth and kicked it. He looked at the shocking corpse, and quickly put the white cloth down again. Then Wu Bai stood up and muttered in a low voice, "How many are these found?" ”

"Lord Hui Qianhu, it's the sixth body." A Jiaoyi guard, who was also covered with a white cloth, said, "But this time, it seems that it is not an ordinary city citizen, and we found the badge of the Phantom Hall on this corpse. ”

"Phantom Temple?" Wu Bai frowned slightly, "The opening of the Sword Conference is imminent, and now that even the disciples of the sect have been killed, the murderer is simply becoming more and more rampant." ”

"Lord Qianhu, you say, could it be that the people of the Hongtian Sect are coming to seek revenge?" The Jiao Yiwei guessed.

"Very likely." Wu Bai pondered, "These days, because of the Sword Conference, a lot of people have come to Chang'an, maybe there are some miscellaneous fish. You go and inform the people on the patrol camp and ask them to closely check the details and whereabouts of the people who have entered the city in the past twenty days, and you must give me a detailed list tomorrow!" ”

"Yes!" Jiaoyi should be down.

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The 30th day of the seventh month, the penultimate day of the seventh month, is also the eighth day of the practice of ink delusion. On this day, he woke up in a daze because he heard a knock on the door.

He said that after his retreat, no one had bothered him for many days, who would it be now?

He rubbed his eyes and yawned to open the door.

There was a faceless standing outside the door, and even the face that might not change for a thousand years was clearly open at this moment, expressing surprise. Because the ink delirium that Wuyan sees now is simply unkempt and unkempt, except that the loose robe on his body is clean, there is no difference from the beggar on the street.

So Wuyan couldn't help but ask Xiang Mo Zhiyu: "What are you practicing?" ”

Mo Zhiyu listened to Wubai's description, and couldn't help muttering: "Vampire? —The next chapter: Vampire science