Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Yimo was silent for a long time. He looked at himself with great wisdom eyes and found that although the sea of spirit was full of spiritual power, the sea of knowledge was still withered, and there was not a trace of divine consciousness. Did this limit his cultivation?

If there is no divine consciousness and only cultivation, the power will be greatly reduced. It can't drive the magic weapon, and it can't open the Xumi bracelet. What can we do?

If you think about it, you'd better take one step at a time. You can at least use the technique of changing the form, change your appearance, travel a hundred miles, and increase the speed of driving a hundred times. With the phagocytic power, as long as you don't completely exhaust the Linghai's spiritual power, you won't lack it.

Thinking of this, Feng Yimo grows up and makes a pea like sound. He turns into a young man in his thirties. He looks ordinary and walks for a hundred miles. In a flash of thirty miles, he goes straight to the place where he was in a coma.

One day later, Feng Yimo appeared in front of the luankong stele lying on the ground. The 30 foot luankong stele was tens of thousands of Jin, and no one was willing to take them away. Feng Yimo was relieved. However, there was no Xumi bracelet, no consciousness, and no way to take away the luankong stele. Therefore, it was necessary to find Xumi bracelet.

He left luankong monument, found the nearest village, asked the village head's home, explained his intention, took out thirty Lingjing, drew some pictures of Xumi bracelet, and told the village head that he had lost it nearby. Whoever found the bracelet would be grateful.

The reason why they take out the thirty spirit crystals is that if there are more, the villagers will think that Xumi bracelet is a treasure and hide it for more money.

The village head is still very efficient. In less than an hour, all the 100 villagers in the village have gone through it, but no one has seen Xumi bracelet. Feng Yimo is disappointed. Isn't it from this village?

Just as Feng Yimo came to the village and was about to leave, an eight or nine year old boy ran over, "uncle, I've seen this bracelet."

Wind Yi Mo eyes a bright, squat down body, ask a way: "little brother, where have you seen?"

"On a mountain bandit, a few days ago, they stopped and robbed. I saw a man with this bracelet on his wrist." The little boy said very seriously.

"Mountain bandit? Where are they mountain bandits? "

"From here, there is a Tongque mountain thirty miles away. They are the bandits of Tongque mountain. They often rob houses within a hundred Li radius, but they never kill people. They only rob money." Said the little boy.

Feng Yimo nodded, took out a handful of Lingjing and gave it to the little boy. He went straight to Tongque ridge.

Tongqueling is only ten miles away from the place where he was in a coma. Maybe it's true.

Soon, Feng Yimo came to Tongque mountain and looked up at the vast mountain. With a wise eye, he could see clearly that in the deep green forest, there was a mountain stronghold built on steep rocks. The gate of the stronghold was four feet high, easy to defend but hard to attack. It was a natural bandit's nest.

There is a flagpole next to the gate of the village. There is a big flag on it, with three big characters of "Tongque village". The font is elegant, free and easy. It is obvious that the writer has a deep foundation and is a talented person.

Feng Yimo smiles, floats up the mountain, keeps his feet on the ground, and soon comes to Tongque village.

"Who dares to break into Tongque village?" The minions in the arrow tower on both sides of the gate found Feng Yimo and asked.

"Nameless people, let your stronghold leader come out to see me!" Wind Yi Mo hands a back, Lang voice way.

"It's a great style. Our stronghold leader can't see everyone. Hurry up, or we'll be rude!" Arrow upstairs of the minions raised the hands of the bow and arrow, aimed at the wind Yi mo.

With a faint smile, Feng Yimo grabs the arrow with his right hand. The arrow comes out of his hand and falls into his hand. When he rubs it lightly, the hard hardwood ox tendon bow turns into powder and falls to the ground.

Several minions in the arrow tower were stunned and at a loss. What is this? Magic? No, it's not. It's the immortal. He's so scared that he climbs down from the arrow tower and reports to the village.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with an extraordinary appearance appeared on the archery tower and clasped his hands. "Before the next journey, I'll be the leader of Tongque village. I don't know when this adult came to our Tongque village? If you need anything, please tell me

Feng Yimo nods his head in the dark. Wen Zou, who spoke before Cheng, is not a ferocious man, but a scholar. In a flash, he appears on the archery tower and makes Cheng and others stand there in fright. A few minions fall on their knees and bow to beg for mercy.

Feng Yi's ink sleeve robe rolls Cheng Qian into the village's Juxian hall. He sits down in the master's seat, raises his hand, and the paper with the Xumi Bracelet floats to Cheng Qian: "your people have taken my bracelet, and ask the leader of the village to help me find it."

Cheng was sweating. He was shocked to see the paper floating in front of him. He took it carefully and looked at it. "Yes, please wait a moment." With that, he hurried out of Juxian hall, summoned all the staff and went to look for Xumi bracelet.

Feng Yimo stood up and looked at Juxian hall. He saw that there were several strokes hanging on the walls. The strokes were the same as those on the flag in front of the gate of the village. It was obvious that they were written by one person. On the strokes, there was a "Qian Qian" sign, indicating that all the strokes were written by Cheng Zhiqian.I didn't expect that the stronghold leader of the mountain bandit was an elegant man with great talent. Why did such a man become the leader of the mountain bandit?

The whole Juxian hall is clean, the tables and chairs are put in order, and Feng Yimo hears Lang Lang's reading.

He walked out of Juxian hall, followed the voice and came to the back. In a simple bamboo house, a dozen children of six to ten years old were sitting anxiously reading. In front of them was a white haired teacher.

Feng Yimo shakes his head. The bandit's stronghold even has a school. It's an eye opener.

Not long after returning to Juxian hall, Cheng respectfully appeared in front of Feng Yimo with a bracelet. Feng Yimo made a move and the bracelet flew into his hand. It was Xumi bracelet. Obviously, I don't know who wears the Xumi bracelet as an ordinary bracelet. Thanks to Liu ruomei and others, he took away the bracelet. Otherwise, with their cultivation, they would find it extraordinary. It would be more difficult to find it again.

Now that he has got the Xumi bracelet, Feng Yimo doesn't plan to stay in Tongque village any longer. He wants to leave. Unexpectedly, before Cheng Putong kneels down in front of him, kowtows to the ground with his head and says, "please stay, my Lord. I have something to ask."

Feng Yi Mo looked at Cheng, "do you want to cultivate immortals?"

Cheng was surprised before. How did he know what I thought? Yes, adults are immortals. Naturally, they have insight into everything. They admire them all: "if you tell me that you are immortal, I really have a desire to cultivate immortals. I don't know..."

"You can't. One is that you are too old to practice. The other is that you have no spiritual roots and can't cultivate immortals. " Wind Yi Mo doesn't wait for Cheng to finish before, directly interrupted him.