The yin wind in the bitter mountain abyss is lonely, and the face of the wooden fish spirit spirit has already swelled into the color of pig liver.

Mo Chen was a little helpless, and sneered and took back the rusty iron plate and the wooden fish spirit spirit.

After an embarrassing ending, everyone saw this, and they all sat back together and began to practice their own pranayama.

Seeing this, Mochen took advantage of this rare free time and began to sort out what he had gained during this time.

The divine consciousness dipped into the Nahuan and began to take a careful inventory, among which the Bodhi fruit he harvested and the ones thrown out by everyone afterwards had been absorbed by the demon spirit position karma map, and more than a dozen Buddha gourds were also prepared for him to prevent them from being in a specific position in the Nahuan, and the next time if they were lucky enough to meet an alchemist, they could help refine one or two Void Pills.

Then, it was also one thing he cared more about, that is, the Bai Ze inheritance obtained after the death of the white sheep-headed evil cultivator in the southern city of Qingcang City: the demon pill has been cultivated in the outer heaven to absorb the power of the sky, and when necessary, at the moment of crisis, he can perform a blow that leaks through the sky!

What Mo Chen lacks most now is the martial arts of attacking and killing, the original Nine Heavens Gathering Thunder Palm he has already been able to come easily, but the power is lacking, if he encounters a strong enemy, the Gathering Thunder Palm is a little insufficient.

And the extremely powerful Dragon Horcrux Spirit, with his current strength, although he can use it many times, but after all, the blind grandfather has told him to use it as little as possible when he is not in the permanent realm, so the Dragon Horcrux Weapon Spirit can only be used as a means of saving his life.

So this Bai Ze inheritance made him a little unable to take his eyes off.

Carefully flipped through the inheritance memories in the sea, Mo Chen's brows suddenly furrowed, and suddenly stretched, worrying that he was about to enter the sky with the demon pill, and he was happy that the power of this inheritance was not worthy of the cultivator's cultivation, but looked at the length of time he had been refining on the firmament.

Just as Mo Chen's face was sad, Emperor Fengchi stood up and walked in front of a few people, where there was still a Dharma Shed of the Bone Desolate Dao people.

I saw that she gently closed the eyes of the Bone Desolate Daoist, knotted the Taoist family seal with both hands, and muttered in her mouth as if she was reciting the scriptures of the past life for the Bone Desolate Daoist.

After the big ceremony, he only said "the younger generation is offended", and the emperor Fengchi raised his hand and waved it, and directly put the body into the ring.

Everyone was puzzled, and the emperor wind chime did not sell Guanzi: "The Ice Palace of the Heavens has an old relationship with my emperor's family, and it is also with me, when I was young, the Ice Palace sent people to temporarily live in my emperor's family, and my purple electric and green frost can be integrated, and it is also their credit, which can be regarded as half of my master." Now that the predecessors of the Ice Palace are in the wilderness, I also feel a little unbearable, this time when I come to Shenzhou, I can also go to the Ice Palace once, and send the law back to the palace. ”

Everyone nodded in unison after hearing this, it should be so, and Mo Chen also heard another message from Emperor Fengchime's words: "Sister Fengchi said to go to the Heavenly Ice Palace on the way, that means that Sister Fengchi knows how to go back to Huangzhou?"

Emperor Wind Chime stroked his hair, sat down cross-legged, everyone was also happy to see this, seeing the situation of Emperor Wind Chime, it was clear that there was a play.

"Of course. Emperor Feng Chime smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his pretty face was proud: "The Holy Clan has its own contacts, we can go to the Feng Family, where there is a teleportation circle that shuttles across the continent, and we can directly reach the secret realm where my Emperor's family is located." ”

"That's great!" Mo Chen was overjoyed, his eyebrows were overjoyed, and he jumped up directly, he often thought about his father's situation, this time he completed the trial task next to the Qingxu Sect, if he could return directly to the secret realm of the emperor's family, then he didn't need to rush back.

Mo Chen was happy, and Emperor Feng Chime was also happy, and he also cooperated with a smirk: "Okay, okay, look at your monkey hurry, sit down and cultivate, tomorrow morning, we will set off for the land of the Feng family." ”

The worries have been solved, and everyone is no longer worried, they are relaxed, and even the speed of cultivation and absorption of spiritual energy seems to be a little faster, and Mo Chen also has some new ideas about the sad Bai Ze inheritance.

Since the demon pill himself doesn't have it, can he find some substitutes, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that there is a play, and it is better to do it directly if he thinks about it, he immediately immersed his consciousness in the ring, but he immediately frowned again.

In the ring, it was empty, only a dozen gourds, a Buddhist family, a rusty iron plate, and a few heaven-level spirit stones......

In the secret realm, for the sake of trial, the few treasures distributed by the emperor family were either eaten by themselves or destroyed in battle, and Mo Chen usually did not encounter any decent spirit grass magic weapons, and he himself did not have the habit of collecting things, and now he wanted to find any decent substitutes, but he immediately made difficulties.

Helpless, he could only open his mouth and beg Yong Yiyi, who had just finished breathing: "Senior Sister Yong, can you do me a favor?"

Although Yong Yiyi was a little puzzled, she still snickered and threw her sword over.

Mo Chen stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, scanning the sword body, but he was shocked: "This is?"

I saw that the sword body was engraved with Sanskrit seven characters, the sword spine was covered with Buddhist carvings, a red blood red snake was wrapped around the hilt, and the handle was embedded with a big ruby.

What is this not a Zen sword?

His face was shocked, but his heart was warm, and he just said, "Can you give up a flying sword that you don't use", but Yong Yiyi directly threw away such a heavy treasure.

"I am a cultivator, although the Zen sword is sharp, but after all, it is different from me, rather than being entangled in the ring, it is better to lose a hundred directly, and I am also happy to be quiet. Yong Yiyi smiled as she spoke, her face was full of indifference, but Mo Chen kept it all in her heart, and if she said more, it would be long-winded.

Looking up at the inky sky, they are all partners who live and die together anyway, and Mo Chen does not shy away from everyone, and directly stretches out his finger in front of him to count the points, which seems to be chaotic, but in fact, they are hooked up, forming a white Ze demon statue!

In an instant, the whole body Lingyuan rushed in the opposite direction of a normal route, if others looked at it, they were afraid that they would be stunned, Lingyuan reversed, it was a sign of going mad, and Mo Chen's eyes were flashing now, his expression was focused, how could there be a strange feeling.

Suddenly, the empty world spread, and a demon's will poured out from Mo Chen's body, scattered between heaven and earth, and the breeze dissipated for no reason!

Everyone opened their eyes in surprise, not knowing what kind of mystic skill Mochen was running.

I saw that he was holding a Zen sword in his right hand, and the two fingers of his left hand were together, against the sword, and his hands were sent to the sky, and the Zen sword flew out in response to the situation and disappeared into the clouds.

It was different from the previous exercise, there was no vision, there was not the slightest movement, it was like a bird flying into the thick clouds, everything was so natural, so calm.

But Mo Chen's brows suddenly furrowed, because he felt that the thread of consciousness attached to the Zen sword had quietly collapsed, which could only mean one point: the Zen sword was above the sky, and it was completely destroyed by the power of the heavens!