Super Martial God

"Xiaomu, before you, we have never met a practitioner who has Da Luo's blood before he is an alchemist, so there is really no precedent for this problem."

"There is no precedent, and we don't know the solution."

The villagers thought for a long time. Finally, like Lin Mu, they couldn't think of a solution.

"I don't think I have to worry about such a thing."

The butcher of long hair smiled, "Xiao Mu, when you become an alchemist, this problem will be solved."

"Yes, when you become an alchemist, your body will naturally be the body of Da Luo. At that time, the blood of your whole body will be able to fuse easily."

The lame tailor comforted.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm just asking. I won't get confused because of this."

Lin Mu smiled.

The villagers were relieved when they heard this.

In fact, they can see that although Lin muxiu is younger and younger than them, his mood is not necessarily weaker than them.

I don't know what this little guy has experienced. His will is so firm.

Many times, they worry that Lin Mu can't bear their training and let Lin Mu rest.

On the contrary, Lin Mu disagreed and asked to continue training.

In the blink of an eye, the training has lasted for a year and a half.

Even if they feel tired sometimes, let alone Lin Mu, a trainee.

Another ten days passed.

In these ten days, Lin Mu tried many methods, but he was unable to fuse all blood and form a big Luo.

"Xiao Mu."

That day, the poison sore painter found Lin Mu, "don't practice with those crazy people today. Go painting with me."

"OK."

Lin Mu nodded.

It happened that he was confused recently. He learned painting with a poison sore painter, so he could change his mood.

However, to Lin Mu's surprise, the painter didn't take him to her yard, but went outside the village.

Lin Mu said in amazement, "painter, aren't we going to learn painting? How can you take me outside? "

"This time, we won't draw in the village. I'll take you outside the village."

The painter smiled, "let me tell you today that not only those crazy people fight hard, but also our painter's fighting ability is not weak."

"Fight?"

Lin Mu's eyes brightened.

He has seen other people in the village. Only the painter paints the prey captured by others as a big white pig in the village. He has never seen the painter fight.

Following the painter, Lin Mu left the village.

The painter's speed is very fast, which is very different from her usual quiet.

Even Lin Mu has to go all out to keep up with the painter.

In half an hour, they were far away from the village and came to the depths of the wild forest.

Suddenly, the painter stopped.

Lin Mu then stopped and looked forward. He immediately saw that there was a basin ahead. There were a group of wolves in the basin grassland.

These wolves are not small. Several of them are of Guzu level.

Then the painter moved and walked directly towards the wolves.

There is no imagined fight.

When the wolves saw the painter, it was like a mouse saw a cat and ran away frantically.

In the blink of an eye, the wolves dispersed.

However, a triple ancient ancestor level wolf did not run away and was caught by the painter.

Lin Mu watched eagerly.

The painter was embarrassed.

She also wants to fight with Lin Mu.

As a result, the wolves ran away before the battle.

"Timid as a mouse, what about the blood of a wolf?"

The painter was very angry.

Fortunately, she was also an open-minded person. She soon put it down and said to Lin Mu, "forget it, just have a look."

Then she took out a brush.

"Watch it."

She went to the wolf and drew a stroke in the center of the wolf's eyebrows. "Draw the soul first. This stroke is the tire light of the painting."

"People have three souls, one is fetal light, the other is Shuangling, and the third is Youjing."

"The fetal light is the LORD God. If you draw the fetal light, you will hold its life. It can't run if it wants to run."

The second stroke, she painted on both temples.

"The second stroke is Shuangling."

"Shuangling is the soul of communication between living beings and heaven and earth. Once you draw Shuangling, its ability will disappear. You can't make waves anymore. You can only handle it obediently."

Lin Mu was stunned.

The painter continued to draw on the lower body of the wolf.

"The third stroke, Youjing, determines the will of the living creatures. When you draw Youjing, it doesn't even have the idea of resistance."

"These are the three main strokes. First learn my skills. These three strokes must be mastered. This is the foundation. Without this foundation, no painter can use them."

"The above is the main three souls, corresponding to the main three strokes."

"Next, there are seven souls: corpse dog, Fu arrow, bird Yin, swallowing thief, non poison, decontamination and smelly lung."

"These three strokes are equally important."

"It's enough for ordinary practitioners, such as Laozu, to have the master's three strokes, but you can't give any chance to deal with the alchemist, and the last seven strokes can't be less."

The painter said little by little, which opened Lin Mu's eyes and made him feel like watching the sky.

"Finished!"

Two minutes later, the painter collected his pen.

In front of him, the wolf was gone and replaced by a big white pig.

Lin Mu looked at the big white pig and thought of the big white pig in the village. He thought, "can the painter only draw big white pigs?"

"Cough."

The painter realized something and was embarrassed. "I can't only draw big white pigs. There's nothing in the world that I can't draw. The reason why I draw big white pigs is that I'm used to drawing them subconsciously..."

"Well?"

Speaking of half, she suddenly noticed something, and her face became very ugly: "in this wilderness, the Qi machine is obscure, and it was found so close."

"It's too chaotic!"

Lin Mu was puzzled when he heard the painter's words. Then he heard a cold cry, "this is the evil skill that the supreme sage of Taixu strictly prohibits practice. You dare to practice secretly here. It's a traitor of an evil sect!"

When the voice came, a group of figures came.

Lin Mu's heart is cold.

As the painter said, this wilderness is unknown, the secret of heaven is hidden, and people's perception is greatly reduced.

He couldn't open the eye of heaven all the time. Previously, if the painter hadn't opened his mouth, he didn't notice anyone approaching.

Looking at those coming figures, Lin Mu was even more frightened, because there were several figures, which made him suffocate.

Alchemist!

There is no doubt that there are alchemists among these people.

"Evil villain?"

The painter smiled, "I'm afraid you misunderstood. A big white pig was lost in the village. I just brought my younger generation to find the big white pig. I'm not an evil villain."

On the surface, she whispered to Lin Mu: "Xiao Mu, run!"

Lin Mu's heart sank slightly.

It seems that these people are really not trivial. Even the painter feels difficult, otherwise the painter won't let him run away.

He also understood what the painter meant. I'm afraid if he stayed here, he would only become a burden to the painter.

On the contrary, if he left, it would be easier for the painter to show his hands and feet.