The devil speaks to the heavens

Chapter 110 Miaoling Mountain Range
Mo Huai, who took a light breath, began to teach Xia Lan the introductory skills of Xuanmu Demon Kungfu.

This kung fu is an ancient magic kung fu obtained by Qingfeng Shangxian unintentionally. It can be practiced to the extreme to reach the fifth realm of the fairy world and become the god of Yuqing.

However, if you want to practice this supreme magic skill, you must have the body of a mysterious female who is unique in thousands.

Xia Lan is the body of Xuan Min, possessing an excellent talent for cultivating immortals that can be called heaven defying.After he has achieved success in cultivating the Xuanmi Devil Art and attaining the Xuanji Primordial Spirit, use his Zhenyin Kan water to have sex with the Zhenyang Lihuo in the middle dantian. Mo Huai will be able to form the Jiuzhuan Xuanmu Pill in one fell swoop in Zhongdantian with great confidence.

It was Xia Lan's first contact with this miraculous cultivation technique, so naturally she couldn't understand it right away.After Mo Huai gave her a general explanation, he used his own true energy to help her open up the eight extraordinary meridians and guide her to practice luck.

With the help of Mo Huai, Xia Lan quickly felt the aura of heaven and earth being sucked into her body, and a trace of wonderful air flowed in her body, making her feel as cool and refreshing as drinking sour plum soup in June.

In just one hour, when Xia Lan finished training and opened her eyes, she found that her vision became clearer, her hearing became sharper, and she felt full of vitality, as if she had returned to her youthful days.

Xia Lan's heart was full of joy and excitement, thinking that the Xianjia's kung fu is really powerful, and after only such a short time, she felt a big difference.

"From now on, every day at Zishi and Maoshi, practice according to the exercises I just taught you," Mo Huai instructed calmly.

Looking up at Xia Lan who nodded happily at Mo Huai, she really didn't know that Mo Huai had quietly put a restraint on her during the process of teaching the exercises just now, in case she would have a high cultivation level in the future, and there would be something she shouldn't have. thought.

"Okay, practice hard, I will come to you if I have something to do. Remember, my name is Yu Ziqing," Mo Huai disappeared after finishing speaking.

Seeing Mo Huai's elusive tricks, Xia Lan couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly, looking forward to the future even more in her heart.

Time passed quietly, and September passed in a blink of an eye, ushering in the seven-day National Day holiday.

Mo Huai also took the opportunity to go back to Yu Ziqing's home, secretly helped his family solve some troubles, cleared Yu Ziqing's family's memory about Yu Ziqing, and then left quietly.

Guizhou is a world enclosed in numerous mountains. Here, the sky is not clear for three days, and the land is not three miles flat. There are continuous vast mountains and virgin forests everywhere.

In the dense forest, the figure of Mo Huai in black casual clothes is like a phantom, and the surging soul power pervades, searching for some rare medicinal materials.

Mo Huai wanted to try the alchemy method of the immortal family, but he didn't have the rare elixir for alchemy, so he came to the Miaoling Mountains, which is seven hundred miles away, to look for it.

After staying in the mountains for three days, I have gathered a lot of other rare medicinal materials such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, but only a few real elixir.

On this day, in the crevice of the cliff rock beside a waterfall in the deep mountain, Mo Huai saw a plant with a solid green body and the shape of a small pine, with nine small green fruits hanging on it. It refracts a clear green light, like an emerald, very attractive.

Nine Heavens Big Fruit, this is a real panacea, it has the effect of dredging the meridians, activating the collaterals, cutting hair and washing the marrow, which is very rare.

Just when Mo Huai flew to the cliff to pick nine nine-day green fruits, three young men flew out from the mountain forest, two men and one woman, all handsome men and beautiful women, but there was an air of love between their brows. Arrogant, as if there is nothing in the world worthy of their second glance.

Looking at Mo Huai, who was picking the nine-day green fruit on the rock wall, the three of them looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously. Shoot towards Mo Huai.

Mo Huai, who didn't even look at it, put the picked nine-day green fruit into the jade box and put it away, then waved his hand casually, and the three daggers were reflected back at a faster speed, "chi chi chi chi" three The sound sounded almost at the same time, and the two men and one woman all stared wide-eyed in horror, with resignation still remaining in their eyes, but they were all shot between the eyebrows by the dagger, and they fell to the ground powerlessly.

Although the three of them have cultivation bases in the late stage of foundation establishment, they can barely be regarded as cultivators. They are not comparable to ordinary warriors, but compared with Mo Huai, they are far behind.

The figure came to the side of the three corpses in a flash, and Mo Huai, who had gained a little after searching, glanced at the distant mountains and forests with a slight sneer, and flew away directly.

Not long after Mo Huai left, three more people came in the forest, also two men and one woman. They couldn't help but look ugly when they saw the three corpses on the ground.

Soon the sun was setting on the west mountain, the sky was full of stars, and Mo Huai sat cross-legged on a huge rock in the quiet mountain forest. A terrible suction erupted between his eyebrows, attracting the aura of water and trees in the forest to gather, forming a dense fog around Mo Huai.

Although most of the aura absorbed by the Niwan Palace was absorbed by the liquid true energy beads the size of pigeon eggs in the world of the Niwan Palace, there were still quite a few scattered into Mo Huai's limbs and bones. The meridians entered the lower dantian and were absorbed by Mo Huai's martial arts golden elixir.

However, as more and more energy poured into the martial arts golden elixir, the aura of the golden elixir became more restrained, like a black hole.

In the early morning, the crisp and melodious calls of birds awakened Mo Huai from his practice. Mo Huai breathed out and slowly opened his eyes. It’s really not easy to transform into a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. I don’t know how much spiritual energy is consumed to refine the golden elixir, do you really want to force me to hunt and kill other cultivators and plunder their golden elixir nascent souls to practice?”

Wandering around in the mountains again, in the evening, Mo Huai was ready to leave here and began to look for the way back.

The rays of the setting sun covered the mountains with a layer of tulle. Standing on the top of the mountain, Mo Huai could see terraced fields cascading from the bottom of the opposite mountain to the top of the mountain at a glance, like ladders leading up to the sky.

Wisps of cooking smoke curled upwards, like fairy mist, setting off the ladder that day, faintly, like a dream.

It turned out that below is a quiet valley surrounded by four peaks.A small river flows down from the mountain where Mo Huai stands, like an elegant jade belt, meandering through the middle of the valley, and flowing to a distant place.

Along the small river and at the foot of the mountain, buildings on stilts rise from the ground, glowing with ancient light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"It should be here," Mo Huai muttered to himself with twinkling eyes, and flew down the mountain, following a small mountain road, and soon came to the valley.

After entering the valley, Mo Huai could clearly feel the cold and menacing air, as well as the faint sound of fighting coming from the center of the village.

Mo Huai, who passed by the stilted buildings like a ghost, approached the center of the village in a blink of an eye, and saw three young people standing on the open ground in front of a large courtyard. It was Mo Huai who killed someone and left in the forest yesterday. Two men and one woman appeared later.

Among the three, a young man with a hooked nose and a gloomy face was holding a copper bell, shaking it from time to time.

(End of this chapter)