Cultivating immortals is a hard job

"Hey... Uncle, did someone beat you up?"

Bai Ze was holding a big jar, with a pair of innocent big eyes, looking at Mo Xun's messy hair and tattered clothes with curiosity.

Mo Xun naturally ignored her. Seeing the little girl finishing her skills, he grabbed the little girl's collar like an eagle catching a chick, turned into a breeze, and rushed to the cave entrance at a high speed.

Back on the ground, Qin Sirong was already quite anxious.

If Mo Xun hadn't repeatedly told her not to move around before leaving, she would have been unable to sit still when the formation shook the ground just now.

Now that she saw Mo Xun coming back, she felt relieved, but was also shocked by Mo Xun's dirty blood.

"Senior..."

"Let's leave here first!"

Mo Xun put away the formations around him very neatly, and without giving Qin Sirong a chance to continue speaking, he rolled up his long sleeves and left with everyone.

......

A few days later, in the belly of an unknown mountain.

Although Mo Xun's injury has not been completely healed, it has recovered a lot.

In the temporary secret room, he slowly opened his eyes. Bai Ze was sleeping soundly with his pottery jar in his arms, and he would say a few vague words in his sleep from time to time.

Mo Xun coughed hard, but after a long time, there was no response at all.

In desperation, Mo Xun had to flick his fingers, and a spiritual power flew out of his hand and hit the little guy's forehead.

He only heard a "ouch", and before Bai Ze got angry, Mo Xun's voice sounded in the empty secret room.

"Since you're awake, come here!"

Bai Ze rubbed his little head, pouted his lips with a little grumpiness, and looked very reluctant.

"Uncle, you bully me!"

Mo Xun shook his head gently. After this period of time in the world, the little guy's words and deeds are more and more like humans.

"If you are not satisfied, why not talk about the treasures you got from the Yinlinghuo?"

Hearing this, the little guy immediately started to play dumb, as if even his head didn't hurt anymore, and he grabbed the pottery jar next to him and threw it into the storage bag.

"Hehe, uncle, what do you want me to do?"

In fact, after this incident, Mo Xun no longer had the idea of ​​dividing the spoils.

Perhaps, as he thought before, many things might be more valuable if left on the little girl than on him.

"After swallowing so many ghosts this time, do you feel that your cultivation has improved?"

Bai Ze first imitated Mo Xun's usual behavior, holding his chin with his hand and thinking about it, and even paced back and forth for two steps, and finally shook his head and said: "I don't know, I just feel full, maybe...maybe I need to digest it!"

Mo Xun almost spit out a mouthful of blood. It was the first time he heard of digesting souls!

It turned out that those ghosts and evil spirits were no different from grains in this guy's stomach.

"Forget it, let's talk about this later. How about what I'll tell you?"

Bai Ze's face showed a bit of surprise.

"What's the matter?"

Mo Xun frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "Of course it's Ye Ping. Don't tell me that you forgot about this matter completely when you were swallowing!"

When he thought of his apprentice, who might be digested in the little girl's stomach at this moment, Mo Xun's mouth twitched.

"So it's this matter..."

Looking at Bai Ze pondering for a while, Mo Xun's eyes jumped secretly.

Could it be... that he really guessed it?

On the one hand, he was looking forward to finding Ye Ping's Yuanhun, and on the other hand, he was afraid that this little guy was too careless.

Just when Mo Xun was a little uneasy, Bai Ze suddenly slapped his belly, and then there was another loud burp. Just like that, in front of Mo Xun, as if he was nauseous after eating, he opened his mouth and vomited a cloud of black mist.

Then, the black mist quickly transformed into a human figure, which was Ye Ping!

After Ye Ping recovered his soul, he seemed to be extremely frightened and was about to fly out of the secret room.

Mo Xun was quick-witted and quickly slapped a seal and injected it into the soul. The originally restless Ye Ping regained his composure, but his eyes were full of dullness and confusion.

Perhaps because the previous soul-suppressing magic array absorbed too much soul power, Ye Ping's soul was extremely weak at the moment, and there were signs of disintegration.

Logically speaking, if there is no special opportunity, the soul will slowly dissipate and reincarnate soon after leaving the body.

But it must be that the Lu brothers used some means to forcibly imprison these souls.

Mo Xun suddenly raised his voice and asked loudly: "Ye Ping, do you still recognize your master?"

Mo Xun asked the same question three times in a row, but the face in front of him, who was very familiar in the illusion, still did not respond at all.

Mo Xun slowly stood up and walked around Ye Ping twice, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

He had never done much research on soul cultivation or ghost cultivation, and he was even a complete layman in this area. The only people he had come into contact with were Li Qingying and Hongying, who was burned by him.

As for Gongyang, it was only a trace of consciousness, without even a soul body.

The only thing he could see was the weakness of Ye Ping's soul power, but as for how to recover, he had no idea.

"Xiaobai, do you have a way to restore his soul power?"

Bai Ze blinked and said seriously: "I have a way to eat him!"

Mo Xun's face suddenly darkened, but he didn't say anything. The little guy did a good job this time, so he couldn't blame him too much.

After a moment, his heart suddenly moved, and then he patted the storage bag and took out a piece of black wood, which was the soul-nourishing wood!

Then, another half a day passed.

The soul-nourishing wood gradually turned into an ancient wooden lock in his hand.

This thing, called the soul-nourishing lock, was a magical tool that he got by chance that year to nourish the soul.

There was one before, but it was destroyed in the battle with Han Qiu.

He held the soul-nourishing lock in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and after silently reciting a spell, he pointed his finger at Ye Ping and gently pointed it. A stream of light flashed, and Ye Ping's soul was collected in the soul-nourishing lock.

However, after a long time, the solemnity between Mo Xun's eyebrows still did not dissipate.

This soul-nourishing lock can indeed block the loss of soul power, but that's all!

What Ye Ping needs now is not just to maintain the status quo, but to restore his soul power.

At this point, the effect of the soul-nourishing lock is somewhat unsatisfactory.

This thing may also nourish the soul, but the speed is extremely slow, and the effect cannot be seen in a short period of time.

If it continues at this speed, Ye Ping may not even be able to wake up in a hundred or eighty years.

"Soul power, soul..."

Mo Xun muttered to himself while watching the changes in the soul-nourishing lock.

When he mentioned the word "soul", a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought of a woman!