If this thing is not a wound medicine, Mo Chong himself will not believe it. Immediately, he didn't hesitate, he ripped open his shirt, pulled out the fragments of tiger claws embedded in his chest, and cleaned up the broken bones. These few dishes are not tedious, but they also hurt so much that Mo Chong's lips turned white, and cold sweat on his forehead was like rain. However, as soon as the black ointment was applied, the pain was immediately relieved, and a cool feeling came from the wound. It was only a few breaths that Mo Chong didn't feel much pain.

"Well, not bad. The primordial spirit of Mu Yuanyuan spoke on the side.

Mo Chong nodded and said, "Good medicine! Boss Mu, this medicine must be extremely precious." ”

Mu Yuantu's Yuan Shen flashed, and said: "Brother Mo, if you are my friend, then call me Brother Mu, or Lao Mu, what kind of Mu boss, are you ridiculing me, or do you not want to make friends with me?"

Mo Chong smiled: "Yes." Brother Mu. Right now......"

Mu Yuantu said: "That demon path demon will definitely not dare to chase after him. The Yin Soul Sect's Yin Soul Detachment, although it is different from the Yuan Shen Out of the Body, also has many limitations. Now you should find a place to stomp on. First, for Brother Mo to recuperate, and secondly, for my brother, I have a water mill and want to ask my brother for help. ”

Mo Chong said: "Yes...... Takeaway?"

Mu Yuantu said: "Take the house...... Brother, my body was destroyed, so naturally I wanted to take away a new body, but I am a monk with gold and fire twin spiritual roots, that is, I must take away, and at worst, I must have a three-spirit root body that contains the two attributes of gold and fire, otherwise it is very likely to fail, and I can't find it here. What I want to ask for is to let Brother Mo burn an artifact, so that my Yuan Shen can temporarily reside without losing too much soul power. ”

"What kind of utensils are fired, and how are they fired?"

Mu Yuantu said: "It doesn't matter what utensils you have. Just need a new one. Because my primordial spirit was broken by the heavenly spirit cover, I am relatively weak, and I can't stand the objects with the breath of other people's mana. As for firing. In fact, it is also refining, but there is no earth fire vein available in this vicinity, so I can only bother the Lao Mo brothers to use the fireball technique to burn slowly, isn't this just a water mill?"

Mo Chong nodded, immediately stood up from the spot, found a cave far away from the main road and stomped in, and under the guidance of Mu Yuantu, he took out a piece of cold iron ore from his storage bag and began to burn it with fireballs little by little.

In fact, to refine this cold iron ore, it only takes a trip to Yuheng Palace at night to solve it, but in order to make Mu Yuantu feel at ease, Mo Chong still pretends to deal with it. And Mu Yuantu told Mo Chong some things and deeds in the immortal cultivation world on the side, which opened Mo Chong's eyes and gained a lot of knowledge.

"Ah, it's late at night. Brother Mo also had a busy day. Let's get some rest. The night doesn't hurt my spirit much. According to the current progress, this piece of cold iron only needs three or four days to be smelted into a rough billet, and it can barely be used. ”

In the dead of night, Mu Yuantu slowly spoke. In fact, he said something insincere. However, Mo Chong didn't care how much, and immediately smiled when he heard this: "Well, too." Then I'll go to sleep first. Brother Mu also relaxed. ”

Mu Yuantu smiled and agreed, but how could he be lenient in his heart? Seeing Mo Chong fall asleep, he floated out of the cave alone, looking at the cold moonlight in a daze.

"'Pure Heart Pushan Mantra'!?" In the Yuheng Palace, Mo Chong was holding an apricot-yellow booklet, his face full of surprise. This thing, naturally, was found from the Demon Dao Monk's storage bag. Mo Chong had already heard of the name of the Pure Heart Pushan Mantra, and practicing this mantra could calm the mind and calm the mind, and the evil demons would not disturb him, which was exactly what he wanted.

During the day, because there was Mu Yuanyuan's Yuan Shen by his side, Mo Chong couldn't immediately take out the storage bag of the Demon Dao monk to take inventory. But his heart was already itching, so as soon as the time came, seeing that Lin Yuantu's Yuan Shen was not in the cave, Mo Chong couldn't wait to enter the Yuheng Palace. Now that he has obtained the Pure Heart and Pure Benevolence Mantra, this adventure followed everyone to come, and the goal was finally achieved.

Solemnly putting away the booklet containing the Pure Heart Pushan Mantra, Mo Chong's gaze fell on the other items in the Demon Monk's storage bag. Although he and Mu Yuantu both believed that the Demon Dao Monk would not dare to chase after him, if the other party went crazy and made a desperate bet, it was difficult to say, and it was still necessary to find out what he was afraid of first.

"Well!?relics!?" A milky white bead the size of a little thumb caught Mo Chong's attention, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was not a relic. Compared with the Buddha Light Relic that Mo Chong obtained before, this relic is much smaller, and there are no scriptures on the surface, but the breath coming out of it makes people look solemn, this is a heroic righteousness.

'I'm not a cultivator of demonic skills, but I'm still being photographed by the aura emanating from the relics, and the demonic monks must be afraid of this thing. Mo Chong groaned for a moment, and instead of putting the relic in the storage bag, he tore a small hole in the placket of his coat and stuffed the relic inside. The last time in the Batu Cave, when the short and thin old man was about to touch him, the Buddha Light Relic automatically came into play. At the moment, this relic must also have this effect, but it is a waste to put it in a storage bag.

Among the remaining items, in addition to dozens of spirit stones and a few talismans, there was only a Zen staff broken in two and a strange-shaped blood-red curved blade.

'Why is there so little in the storage bag?' It's worse than me. ’

Mo Chong was a little puzzled, but he also understood that others either had a teacher, or a family or relatives, and they would not bring too many things with them when they went out. Only a guy like him who is not close to his master and has no family relatives will carry all his belongings with him.

In fact, the two foundation building period monks, the things on their bodies are not really the only ones, at least there must be one or two defensive magic weapons, but some things were damaged when the two of them were fighting, and the demon monk left in a hurry that day, and he didn't have time to pick up the damaged things, only the Zen staff was made of good material, so he picked it up and put it away.

The talisman is very ordinary, a divine talisman, a high-level dungeon talisman, and a vajra cover, there is nothing to see, they all recognize it. Mo Chong, the Zen stick that was broken in two, took it in his hand, and it was fluttering lightly, without any special feeling, but there was a faint strange aura on the Zen stick, which was somewhat similar to the breath on the relics.

Mo Chong muttered in his heart: "I heard that most of the blades of Buddhist disciples are made into the appearance of Buddhist precept-holding utensils, such as Zen sticks, prayer beads, wooden fish, etc., and they never leave their bodies. Therefore, their blades contain the power of Buddhism. This wisp of breath must be the so-called power of Buddhism, unexpectedly, the master has died, the items have been damaged, and the power of Buddhism has not yet dissipated. ’

Putting the two Zen staff and the few pieces of tiger claw fragments of his own in one pocket, Mo Chong went to get the blood-red curved blade again. But the fingertips had just touched the handle of the curved blade, and a cold aura immediately came from the fingertips, making Mo Chong's 'Spirit' shiver.

'What a powerful weapon. Mo Chong smacked his tongue. Just touching it like this, if it was hit on the body, would it be fine?Suddenly, Mo Chong remembered another thing. The magic weapons used by the monks all have the aura and imprint of the mana of the user on them. This blood-colored curved blade must be no exception. Wouldn't it be dangerous if that demonic monk could track him down through the mana aura of the guò curved blade?

Thinking like this, Mo Chong immediately transported the mana to his hand, picked up the blood-colored curved blade, walked to the earth fire room, and opened the dragon's throat, which had the strongest firepower. I saw a flame that was so white that it was almost transparent erupt from it, and as soon as the blood-red curved blade touched the flames, it immediately screamed, and soon dissolved and deformed under the flames, turning into drops of molten iron and falling to the ground.

At the same moment when the blood-colored curved blade was destroyed, at an unknown distance from Mo Chong, a black-robed man suddenly screamed, and then scolded. He was the Demon Dao monk who had only fought Mo Chong during the day, and at this time, the hole in his chest that had been pierced was still there, and his head seemed to be crumbling around his neck, the situation was extremely strange.

Destroy the Scarlet Blade. Mo Chong took out the cold iron ore that Mu Yuantu asked him to fire, and the flames spewed out by the dragon head refined the cold iron ore into a small piece of cold iron in the blink of an eye, and under the flames, the cold iron that had been extremely pure was still slowly melting, and wisps of green and white qi slowly rose. Mo Chong was taken aback, knowing that if he didn't withdraw his hand, the cold iron was only afraid that the whole piece would be burned out, so he immediately slapped the dragon's head, the dragon's mouth was closed, and Mo Chong grabbed the blazing cold iron with the imperial technique, and put it on a stone platform on the side, and the cold iron immediately made a "whoosh" sound, condensing and shaping.

Mo Chong was stunned for a moment. This stone platform was already in the fire chamber. Because it was unremarkable, Mo Chong didn't pay much attention to it, and when he saw that the blazing cold iron was cooling down instantly, he couldn't help but be taken aback, and cautiously reached out and touched the stone platform. But unexpectedly. The stone platform feels no different from ordinary stones, and it doesn't feel cold to the touch. This made Mo Chong surprised for a while, and said in his heart, it seems that he doesn't know enough about Yuheng Palace, so the seemingly ordinary stone platform is so wonderful. Be sure to take the time to check it out again in the future.

The Demon Monk's storage bag has been checked, and the cold iron has been refined. Mo Chong immediately began to sit down cross-legged, closing his eyes to heal. As for the storage bags of Mu Yuantu and the others, Mo Chong did not mean to covet it. Since Mu Yuantu is still 'alive', let him return these things to everyone's relatives, and bring back the truth of the matter, and he will have less trouble. What's more, he knew in his heart that there would never be any good things in these people's storage bags, just some personal belongings.

Early in the morning of the second day. As soon as Mo Chong opened his eyes, what caught his eye was a green ball of light, of course, it was Mu Yuantu's Yuan Shen, the ball of light flashed, and he said: "Oh, Brother Mo is early!