I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

In the trial formation, there is abundant spiritual energy and spiritual pressure everywhere.

In the training room, in addition to the inexhaustible spiritual energy, there is also a power that can calm the mind.

Su Zuo's spiritual power was different from ordinary people, so he dared to stay in the trial formation for a long time.

If you are a disciple who cannot bear the consumption of the formation, you can return to the practice room and meditate to recover the consumption of the level faster.

Su Zuo felt that practicing in the Trial Valley was particularly fast. In fact, this system was used by monks with enough perseverance to speed up their cultivation.

The spiritual stones required to maintain the formation consume a huge amount of money and cannot be afforded by ordinary forces.

Using this method to improve a disciple's cultivation is far less cost-effective than directly providing elixirs.

However, improving cultivation through the Trial Valley and improving cultivation through elixirs are based on the same foundation in heaven and earth.

Considering that Xiao Pixiu looked like he couldn't help but beat him before.

Su Zuo returned to the training room and summoned little Pixiu out.

Everything was silent, and the practice room was extremely quiet.

After not seeing each other for a few days, the sharp corners on the little Pixiu's forehead became more obvious, and he looked at her with bright eyes.

Su Zuo: "..."

Although it's a bit ugly, it's so cute.

Su Zuo hugged it and rubbed it wildly for a few times. The little auspicious beast was soft and fluffy, which really made people feel good!

After touching enough, Su Zuo tilted his head to look at the little Pixiu.

"What have you learned?"

Little Pixiu: "Ouch!"

Xiao Jian was sore: "Are you acting like a loving mother and a filial son?"

This person never talks like this to me!

Su Zuo coaxed it casually: "Don't be jealous, you are also my great eldest son."

Xiaojian: "..."

Something seems wrong.

"Who wants to be your boss?"

Su Zuo asked curiously: "Don't you want to be the one?"

All sour.

It’s really the heart of the sword, the needle on the seabed.

After communicating with Xiao Pixiu, Su Zuo took it into the formation.

The space changed, and Su Zuo met the shadow's blade with familiarity.

She is not in a hurry to clear the level now, it is important to adapt to the spiritual pressure of level 11.

If you go too fast, you will go too far.

Only when she got used to the spiritual pressure and was sure it wouldn't be a burden could she dare to practice in the formation.

If she reaches level 16 now, she will have to recover in the training room.

In an instant, Su Zuo and Shadow had already exchanged several moves.

Golden light suddenly lingered around Little Pixiu's body, and the huge shadow of the beast god appeared out of thin air. In an instant, it turned into several spiritual currents and rushed towards the shadow fighting Su Zuo in the formation.

boom!

In an instant, the shadow disappeared.

Su Zuo looked at Xiao Pixiu, a little surprised.

Little Pixiu jumped up to her and pulled up her trouser legs to hug her, pretending that she was very tired.

Su Zuo hated the fact that iron cannot become steel: "You are a brave man, not a salted fish, you know, work harder!"

Little Pixiu: Salted fish! eat!

Su Zuo: "..."

Little Pixiu looks like an auspicious beast, but is actually very salty and doesn't like spiritual pressure at all.

After reaching the fourteenth level and being eliminated, Su Zuo left little Pixiu in the training room to practice.

Xiaojian said in a strange tone: "Aren't you afraid of leaving it in the practice room?" Like that recliner.

Su Zuo: "Don't speak in such an expectant tone, I will treat it as a reminder."

Xiaojian laughed: "Is there any?"

It thought so.

However, there is a contract, and Su Zuo wants to summon the little Pixiu back to the space, which is something that consumes a little spiritual power.

It took Su Zui a week to pass the fifteen levels.

The difficulty of the sixteen levels has obviously reached a new level.

Three times, Su Zuo was eliminated at level 16.

It was day and night in the Trial Valley, and Su Zuo looked at the sky outside the window speechlessly.

It seems that I can’t practice at level 16 today.

"Forget it, work and rest."

In the training room, Su Zuo collapsed on the recliner.

She lowered her eyes and saw the little Pixiu pulling a book to her feet.

This little thing just messes around without practicing, which is really worrying.

Fortunately, the house will not be demolished.

Species like auspicious beasts are uniquely endowed. When they stay in an environment full of spiritual energy like a training room, their spiritual veins will naturally circulate and absorb spiritual energy. Su Zuo can't help but feel envious.

The cover of the book lying on the floor was covered with dust. I don’t know which bookshelf the little Pixiu dug out from.

However, Su Zuo was attracted by the title at a glance.

"Invincible Picture Book?"

Invincible?

Who is so arrogant?

Su Zuo was secretly frightened, picked it up carefully, and opened it.

Little Pixiu jumped on her shoulder and looked together.

"..."

Damn, stick figures.

This talented little painter is obviously a swordsman, but his painting skills are disappointing and he looks like a child.

It can be seen that there are various strange animals painted inside, but they can only be understood and cannot be recognized by their appearance.

Why is Wuming Shenzong always so unreliable in these strange places?

This book has obviously attracted a lot of attention.

The first few pages are wrinkled.

However, the back is still new.

Since it was created by little Pixiu, Su Zuo planned to see how this genius drew Pixiu.

The pages flipped back with a splash.

This senior painting enthusiast has an astonishing quantity of works despite the quality.

Finally turning to Pixiu, Su Zuo started to stir up trouble: "Look, he painted you so ugly."

With six legs and one horn, it is definitely Pixiu.

Su Zuo didn't hear Xiao Pixiu's reaction.

Turning around to look, little Pixiu's eyes were filled with admiration.

Su Zuo: "..."

Su Zuo put the book on the table and let little Pixiu enjoy it slowly.

What is the magic of this painting?

Su Zuo couldn't see the mystery at all.

After thinking for a while, Su Zuo took out a few pieces of paper tucked into the back pages and looked down at them in boredom.

This time it's not a painting, the handwriting is pretty good.

After a moment, Su Zuo opened his eyes wide in surprise.

If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't have any thoughts after reading this letter.

But Su Zuo was not too familiar with this handwriting.

The address given by a letter to the recipient.

It's "my son".

"After reading my son's letter, he said that fellow practitioners from Lingwu..."

The more Su Zuo looked at it, the more unbelievable it became.

"Fuck, fuck..."

The Trial Valley is worthy of being a secret place of the Shen Sect, with many treasures.

She had read so many manuscripts written by Patriarch Wu Ming, and she could recognize them at a glance. They were handwritten by the Patriarch!

I wrote it for my son!

I was actually caught in this book of simple drawings!

And this is really about cultivation, not the daily routine of eating and drinking and beating your son.

Is this something serious that the ignorant ancestor could write?

It turns out that it was not some unreliable people who invaded the Wuming Shen Sect, but the biological son of the ancestor Wuming who left behind his own unreliable paintings!

He named his graffiti "Invincible Illustrated Book". It's hard to find another artist with this style.

If I am not reliable, can my son be reliable?

Su Zuo was almost moved and murmured: "I always feel like someone specially wanted me to see it."

Xiaojian: "Yes, this person not only wants to keep moving this letter to the training room where you are, but also hides it in a graffiti that no one will read, stuffs it under the bookshelf, and bets that you are not there Instead of cultivating in the Fa, it’s possible to dig out the bottom of the bookshelf.”

Su Zuo smiled confidently: "Isn't there Pai Yao doing the translation for me?"

She picked up the little Pixiu and rubbed it: "What a good baby!"

Little Pixiu wanted to continue admiring his own portrait, squeaking and struggling.

Xiaojian: "..."