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Chapter 1887

Mo Lingyu snorted coldly, waved his hand, "Go and search!"

He is so persistent in dealing with Di Kongxuan and Duanmuyi, firstly because these two will become rivals in the future; secondly, he covets the essence and blood in Duanmuyi's body, and he doesn't have such concerns when others are dubious or afraid to do it.

The purest blood must belong to him!
In the dense fog in the forest, Duanmuyi was the first to open his meditation eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes, the entire forest was bursting with life, the dead trees were in spring, and even the air was filled with powerful life force.

Duanmuhai stood aside and looked at her with a smile, and nodded in satisfaction: "It's faster than I expected."

"Rejuvenation...it really is a miraculous exercise." Duanmuyi got up and saluted, "Thank you for your enlightenment, senior."

"You have a high talent, the highest perception of wood-type spiritual energy, and the unique soul power, this exercise is destined to belong to you." Duanmuhai smiled and turned his head, his eyes flashed narrowly, "Oh? That kid from the Mo family also It succeeded. It seems that the old man is going to lose to me this time."

Duanmuyi was not interested in these old people's feistiness. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, she couldn't help asking: "Senior, I saw something in the Three Lives Formation, and I would like to ask you to explain it."

Duanmuhai glanced at her, not surprised.

"With the vastness of your sea of ​​consciousness, during the process of reshaping, you will definitely be able to see many things that others cannot see." He smiled, "Ask, what plank road did you see?"

"Dark plank road, white soul, one end is connected to the abyss of undead, and the other end—" Duan Muyi looked at him, and said softly, "Is it Xuanye Valley?"

Duanmuhai laughed loudly, and patted her on the shoulder: "Good girl, you are right. The old guys you see now are all soul bodies. Gather here."

Duanmuyi was even more puzzled: "According to the historical records, all the seniors are strong men who have fallen from various tribes. When they were buried in Xuanye Valley, their souls should have been annihilated. How can there be so many souls here?"

Duanmuhai just smiled and stopped answering her.

The two walked out of this temporary retreat. Not far away, a man in black robes was dancing a sword in the forest. No match for dignity.

"The Flying Dragon Sword Art of the Mo Clan." Duan Muhai said from the side, "In the past, the Mo Yue Clan was also thriving under the leadership of the first patriarch, Mo Yue. This Flying Dragon Sword Art was created by Mo Yue's husband, but it is a pity Later, the Mo people's cultivation path became more and more deviant, and eventually good and evil could not coexist, and this set of sword techniques was lost."

Duanmuyi looked at it for a while, and couldn't help admiring: "It really is a set of upright and awe-inspiring swordsmanship."

"Old Emperor!" The old man of the Mo family yelled loudly from the side, "Why is your kid still not recovering? Shouldn't he be okay?"

Duanmuyi frowned, during the process of comprehension, the most taboo was to be disturbed by others, this old Mohist is so noisy, it is best not to disturb Dikongxuan.

Just as he was thinking about it, Di Chongfeng laughed loudly from the woods beside him: "Hahaha! A man can't say no! What kind of flying dragon swordsmanship, under the hands of Di Jiangjue, is only worthy of being called flying insects swordsmanship!"

Everyone laughed.

Duanmu followed the prestige to look, Di Kongxuan came out following Di Chongfeng with a calm demeanor.

(End of this chapter)