One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

After the monk enters the Nascent Soul, the Nascent Soul will imitate his own appearance and practice in the state of mind.

This is why it is impossible for Yuan Ying to use the state of mind to cultivate.

But after Nascent Soul, the spiritual power needed for promotion is not a little bit.

Otherwise, there would be no Patriarch Lianxu stealing the luck of the country to be promoted.

It is true that the current aura of the True Wind Continent is really thin.

Even if the aura recovers now, it is still not as good as it was 2 years ago.

But compared to before, it is definitely much better.

Also after this, the promotion speed of Gu Junchao and Hua Longyue also increased steadily.

Even Gu Junchao, who has no mood and sword bones, has been promoted to the golden core stage.

This is also where Meng Guiyi was puzzled, how did Gu Junchao cultivate.

Nascent Soul and Noumenon can be regarded as two separate individuals, but their way of thinking is exactly the same.

So the villain Yuanying wants to pull up the tree of seven emotions, which is also Meng Guiyi's original intention.

Now Meng Guiyi doesn't need to be distracted to talk to Feng Qi in his mind anymore, he just needs to chat with this miniature little Guiwen.

Meng Guiwen will know.

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Feng prayed for protecting the tree of seven emotions, feeling a little helpless.

"It's for your own good. You can't pull out this tree of seven emotions. It finally grows out. Look at whose mood is as bare as yours? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your Nascent Soul Body Bar."

Speaking of this, Feng Qi pointed to himself again, "Then you have to think about me as an old man, you can't let me stare at your four dark pillars every day, right?"

Xiao Xiaogui raised her head to look at the tall man in front of her, then suddenly flew up and landed in Feng Qi's palm.

Then sit cross-legged.

Meng Guiyi was already small, but this Nascent Soul looked a little smaller than other people's.

If it wasn't for Feng Qi's self-cultivation that was different from ordinary people honed by Yu Heng, he would probably have been amused by this cute villain.

"It may be that my state of mind has always been like this before. I have long been used to it. Now that there are more lotus flowers and these four pillars from my ancestors, it is already very lively." Xiaogui said seriously with her chin poised.

So there is no need for a tree of seven emotions.

"But this is not necessarily a good thing for you, nor is it necessarily a bad thing. It is said that Chengshen wants to let go of his emotions and desires, but you have never picked it up, so why did you let it go?" Feng Qi stretched out his finger and poked Xiao Xiao. Gui Ni's little head, then asked her.

This is what Meng Guiwen needs to do.

Pick it up first, then put it down, so that she can become a god who is not cold-blooded.

The gods above the heavens never cared about the life and death of human beings.

They were born as gods, and human beings are to them what humans are to those ants.

Sometimes, for some fun, they even pour molten iron into the ant nest, watching those ants end up dead or being swallowed by the molten iron and feel a little bit of fun.

Today's True Wind Continent, for those protoss, is it not like this?

If he didn't cut down his cultivation base and perish with Yu Heng, then he would be sent to another place before returning to the True Wind Continent.

God is not allowed to intervene in human affairs.

Unless it is the time of heaven's punishment, it will use divine power to bring disasters to the world.

Feng Qi originally felt that he had no attachment to the human world, and those human beings were all dirty and selfish for their own benefit.

In his life before the age of 15, human beings were more terrifying to him than demons.

But he still wants to protect the True Wind Continent.

There are people he cares about here.

There are flowers, sunsets, and people that my sister likes.

Therefore, Feng Qi did not want Meng Guiwen to become such an indifferent god.

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At this moment, Meng Guiwen was pinching Shengqing to tease Xiao Huang, when he suddenly heard Feng Qi's words that he never picked it up and put it down.

The movement in the hands stopped.

Sheng Qing was also caught by Xiao Huang's duckbill, and it swayed its body up and down, looking a bit pitiful.

Xiao Huang didn't really eat it. Seeing how pitiful it was, he opened his mouth and let it go.

After it crawled out for a certain distance, it came back again.

One duck and one snake just played tirelessly.

Until Qin Lou was thrown in front of Meng Guiwen covered in blood.

Xiao Huang looked at the blood man in front of him, opened his mouth in fright, and Sheng Qing fell down.

When Meng Guiwen stood up, Sheng Qing quickly flew up and wrapped it around Meng Guiwen's wrist.

Qin Lou fell to the ground, couldn't help coughing, and brought out some blood foam.

Before he could speak, a foot stepped on his face.

"Did you forget that I said that I don't like disobedient people." Meng Guiwen looked down at Qin Lou who was lying on the ground.

Those expressionless eyes were also full of coldness at this moment.

That lovely face, expressionless, was reflected in Qin Lou's eyes, but Qin Lou couldn't help trembling.

At this time, he is wondering, who is the demon clan?

But in the next moment, Meng Guiwen suddenly stopped.

She looked up at Yuhe in front of her.

Yu He didn't say anything, didn't ask, just stood there obediently.

Meng Guiwen withdrew his eyes again, and lifted Qin Lou's body out of thin air with his claws.

He was almost half kneeling in front of Meng Guiwen.

She just pulled lightly, and a black shadow was pulled out of Qin Lou's body by her.

This is the body of No. [-] follower.

At this moment, he had no way to break away from Meng Guiwen's restraint.

Servant No. [-]'s face was full of pain at this time, and the feeling of burning soul reappeared.

This little girl really...

Meng Guiwen didn't know what Follower No. [-] was thinking, she threw him to the ground with her backhand.

But Qin Lou's body went limp, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his face turned red.

The real Qin Lou is not dead yet.

It was precisely because of this that the No. [-] servant was able to hide from the eyes of those monks.

And Qin Lou was on the verge of dying, and he was co-hosted with No. [-] follower.

If Follower No. [-] leaves Qin Lou's body for too long, then Qin Lou will still die.

It can be said that the current Qin Lou can only continue to live by relying on the No. [-] servant.

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Meng Guiyi let go of Qin Lou's body, let his body fall to the ground, and then squatted in front of No. [-] servant.

"This is the second time, there will be no third time, you know?" Meng Guiwen's voice was still flat, without any emotional fluctuations.

It's not like when someone threatens someone, with viciousness.

But fear flashed across the dark red eyes of No. [-] servant.

"Yes, I understand." No. [-] servant nodded.

Now he can only listen to Meng Guiwen.

Not only did Meng Guini overcome him, but also what happened to this snow-white man?

His own attack has no effect on him at all.

On the contrary, his attacks did much more damage to him than ordinary monks.

Although not as direct as Meng Guiyi's, it also made him unable to fight back.

He had found out before, but this time when they faced each other head-on, he had no chance of winning at all.

Even if he left the Demon Realm for more than 2 years, he has been recuperating since the end of the Great War.

But it shouldn't be defeated by humans.

Seeing that No. [-] servant agreed, Meng Guiyi grabbed his hair and stuffed No. [-] servant back into Qin Lou's body.

Before Qin Lou could react, a handful of pills were directly stuffed into his mouth.

Qin Lou's body was very uncomfortable because of the recovery of spiritual power.

Now that a handful of elixir was stuffed into his mouth, Qin Lou's meridians swollen and hurt unbearably.

And he couldn't ignore the pain.

Meng Guiwen stood up and made a mudra with one hand. A water polo appeared in front of her. She stretched out her hand to wash it before looking at Yuhe.

Yu He didn't say anything, but took out a handkerchief, walked up to Meng Guiyi, and carefully helped her wipe off the water stains on her fingers.

Meng Guiwen's eyes moved down slightly, but he didn't refuse.