Legend of Yan Wu

Han Mo took the magic core carefully. The magic core was very heavy, and the weight didn't match his size. Han Mo looked at the fiery red magic core and said, "How do you swallow such a big magic core?" The nucleus is about half the size of a fist, and it seems a bit far-fetched to say that it can be swallowed.

"There is another way if you can't swallow it." Tianlu said, stroking his beard.

Hearing that there are other ways, Han Mo said happily, "Since there are other ways, then don't swallow it." Han Mo was really afraid of being choked to death by the magic core.

Tianlu hesitated for a while and said: "Although this method is fast, it will hurt a little, you have to hold back." Then he walked to the edge of a stone platform, pointed to the stone platform and said: "Sit on it, and you will feel pain later." Do nothing, just meditate, otherwise there will be danger."

When Han Mo heard that there was danger, his heart sank, but he didn't care. He still believed in the teacher. If the teacher was not sure, he would not agree to himself. He walked towards the stone platform and sat cross-legged on it.

"Calm and concentrate." Tianlu ordered.

Hearing this, Han Mo closed his eyes, and gradually fell into a state of meditation, slowly absorbing the source of Dou Qi around him. Although it was extremely slow, Han Mo was already very satisfied. Being able to have Dou Qi again was something Han Mo had never thought of before. He was already desperate, but it was the teacher who helped him regain his lost confidence.

With a wave of Tianlu's hand, the magic core in Han Mo's hand flew to the top of Han Mo's head, suspended in the air strangely, Tianlu exhaled softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Tianlu closed his eyes and seemed to be able to see. He skillfully pinched the wonderful handprints in his hands, and waved twice at the magic core on Han Mo's head from time to time. It was pulled out, and the traces gathered in Han Mo's mind.

Such movements were repeated, and Han Mo's originally calm face was replaced by a ferocious face, obviously another battle against pain.

Han Mo was in great pain, and Tianlu was not much better. At this time, his whole body was soaked in sweat, and his complexion became serious, as if something unexpected happened again.

"Han Mo, calm down, what are you doing?" Tianlu suddenly opened his eyes, his body was already trembling, and he seemed to be about to lose control.

Han Mo didn't hear Tianlu's voice at all. At this moment, Han Mo couldn't feel the pain anymore, and his consciousness was muddled, as if he had come to the empty space where he came before, and he saw nothing but whiteness.

"Here again?" Han Mo opened his eyes, and found that he had come to the so-called dreamland before.

"Isn't this a dream?" Han Mo murmured in confusion, then stretched out his hand and pinched his face heavily, and said in pain, "It hurts? Isn't it a dream? Didn't I reshape the soul crystal at the teacher's place?" ?” A series of doubts surged into Han Mo’s heart, no matter how strange he thought about this matter, Han Mo suddenly remembered the last time, and it seemed that someone had spoken last time.

"Is anyone there?" Han Mo asked tentatively, but no one answered him after a while. "Strange?" Han Mo couldn't help feeling strange.

"You're finally here!" Just when Han Mo thought he was hallucinating last time, that piercing voice sounded again inexplicably, and the source of the sound was still nowhere to be found.

"Who the hell are you? Come out!" Startled by the sudden voice, Han Mo shouted with some confidence.

"You still don't know who I am. You just need to know that you can't reshape the soul crystal. The soul crystal must be your hindrance in the future." After a long while, the voice sounded again, as if a rag was wiping the glass. Goosebumps all over the place.

"What are you talking about? I can't reshape the soul crystal? Are you kidding me? I, Han Mo, have already been useless enough. If I want to become stronger, I must also become stronger. I want to let those who look down on me know who is the trash. "Han Mo heard that the other party actually said that he could not complete the reshaping of the soul crystal, and immediately said excitedly, after so many years of waste, he does not want to continue to do it, otherwise, he would rather choose to die.

"You just need to tell your master what I said, I think he will understand." The ugly voice sounded again, and disappeared after leaving this sentence, no matter how Han Mo shouted, he didn't answer anymore.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Mo was woken up by Tianlu's loud call, and his whole body trembled suddenly. At this time, there was a trace of blood on the corner of Tianlu's mouth, and his face was also slightly pale.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you, what happened?" Han Mo hurriedly got up, looked at Tianlu and asked anxiously.

Tianlu waved his hand, calmed his breath, and said weakly after a long while: "Han Mo, what happened to you just now, the consciousness that the teacher poured into your mind was completely swallowed up by you." Tianlu said somewhat inconceivably Thinking, to know how powerful a pharmacist's consciousness is, he can rely on it to refine medicine, but he didn't expect to be swallowed up by Han Mo just now.

Han Mo scratched his head, and said in a puzzled way: "I don't know, teacher, I had that strange dream again just now."

"Have the same dream again?" Tianlu asked a little strangely: "Han Mo, what did you see in the dream this time?" dream, the probability is close to zero.

Han Mo frowned when he heard the words, and said weakly after a long while: "I didn't see anything, the surrounding area was a vast expanse of whiteness, the sky and the earth were the same color, that space was like a dead space without life, silent and empty, But there is always a strange voice talking to me, the voice seems to come from all directions, and it seems to be right next to my ear."

"What did he say?" Tianlu asked curiously. This was the first time he had heard of such a thing, but he believed that Han Mo would not lie to him, at least the fact that his consciousness had been swallowed just now could not be explained.

"He said..." Han Mo was hesitant to speak, and after a while he frowned and said: "He said that I cannot accept reshaping the soul crystal, he said that reshaping the soul crystal will definitely become my obstacle in the future, and he also said that as long as I tell My master, I will understand."

"Can't reshape the soul crystal?" Tianlu shouted in surprise, frowning and lost in thought, as if he was trying to remember something.

"That's right." Tianlu patted his head after a while, and hurriedly rummaged through the space ring.

The space ring is also called Najie. It is made of a rare Nashi and Naling. It has the function of forming a space and can store some inanimate objects. It is a necessary storage point for goods on the mainland. The only flaw is that expensive.

"Teacher, what are you looking for?" Seeing the teacher rummaging through the ring, Han Mo asked curiously. Since the teacher reacted so strongly, he probably knew something.

"I found it." After a while, Tianlu took out a dilapidated black leather book from the ring, on which were boldly drawn four big characters, Nine Heavens God Flame!

"Teacher, what is this Nine Heavens Divine Flame?" Han Mo asked in confusion.

Tianlu grabbed Han Mo's shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly: "I should have thought of it a long time ago, I really didn't think of it, I really didn't think of it." Then he laughed excitedly.

"Teacher..." Han Mo yelled in fear, is the teacher's behavior too abnormal?

Tianlu came back to his senses when he heard the words, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, the teacher is too excited, Han Mo, do you know that this Jiutian Shenyan is the work of Emperor Shenyan."

"Shenyan Great!?" Han Mo looked at this unremarkable old paper book in surprise, and really couldn't think of any connection with the ancient supreme power, Shenyan Great.

"Han Mo, do you know the origin of Emperor Shenyan?" Tian Lu said happily, stroking his beard. This day seems to be the happiest day in decades.

Han Mo shook his head when he heard the words. Emperor Shenyan had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and Han Mo had only seen rough records in the family's mainland classics.

Tianlu sighed deeply, and said with some admiration in his eyes: "The Emperor Shenyan is an orphan, but he has the supreme physique that the world envies, that is, the Yanwu physique. On the mainland, there are also Yanwu physiques. There are several types, and through the investigations of the past dynasties, three types have been summarized, and Emperor Shenyan is the strongest one, known as the physique of Shenyan, and it can be regarded as a commemoration of Emperor Shenyan." Tianlu looked at Han Mo smiled and continued: "Shen Yan cannot possess soul crystals, because their whole body blood is full of soul crystals. The reason why you haven't responded to meditation these years is because the battle energy you get from meditation is too little. It doesn't work at all."

"Teacher, you mean...you mean I haven't lost the soul crystal? I can still cultivate?" Although Han Mo didn't quite understand, he didn't care about the divine inflammation physique, he only cared about whether he could cultivate. He's tired enough of carrying the title of trash.