Versatile Mage

Into the night, Mo Fan sneaked to the roof.

The air of the emperor is worse than the devil. This big night, no matter what you are in the place where the black cloth is in the winter, you can see the complete starry sky. Even the black night is not very clear. It is covered with a layer of yellow, called light pollution.

Mo Fan was originally going to continue to meditate tonight, and to solidify his call to the Nebula soon.

Who knows that the little muddy pendant is a bit unfair tonight, emitting strange strange luster, which makes Mo Fan so strange.

When I experienced the magical civilization these few days, Mo Fante asked about the old Zhou Yuhua professor about the dead soul vessels.

I remember that Zhao Manyan had said that the wreckage and fineness of the dead after the death of the soul are invisible and cannot be collected. Only the magician of the undead can control it.

If other masters are to collect the wreckage and fineness, then they must be forged by the necromancers...

What is the little muddy scorpion? It is also an expensive cultivator and a dead soul vessel.

Tonight, the light emitted by this little guy is extraordinarily strange. Mofan decided to use his mind to explore and find out what happened.

The small mud scorpion contains the complete sacred spring, and the sacred spring has been digested almost. The reason why they will be aware of the atmosphere of the holy spring is that the warmth of the small mud falls is the land. Holy Spring.

If the spring is to be spit out again, there is basically no possibility, and the small muddy scorpion looks like it is bound to its own soul. Others want to take away and can’t take it away. To put it bluntly, the Black Holy See can’t have the possibility of getting the holy spring. .

"Little guy, what kind of trouble do you have, do not sleep in the middle of the night, what strange strange green light..." Mo Fan sat in the roof, looking at the small muddy pendant.

From the beginning of the night, the small mud scorpion glows with green and green light. It will tremble from time to time. If it is not true, this little muddy is a sinker. Mo Fan suspects that it is a living thing.

Into the mind, Mo Fan was surprised to find that there was a void in the small mud.

Perhaps it was before the self-cultivation was not at home, the mindfulness of the small can not really enter the world of small mud, this time, Mo Fan feels like the first use of the dimension call, the idea stays in a dimension that does not belong to this plane in.

However, Mo Fan did not panic. There is a huge space in the place like the three-step tower. It is not strange that there is a small world in the magical small muddy pendant. Otherwise, where the holy spring is stored, those collected Where is the soul of the soul?

The mind continued to wander, this space of nothingness is actually not big. When Mo Fan went deep into the depths, he soon discovered a clear river with no clearness.

The breath that comes out of the river is the holy spring. I want to come to the spring water in the emptiness of the small mud!

Mo Fan looked at it again. There were some blue-green **** floating in the clear water of the river. They looked like a magnified firefly, so that it was suspended above the river.

The amount of brilliance in these turquoise fireflies has reached a certain scale, and they are gathered together to adorte the clear rivers. However, it is not beautiful, but it is clear what these brilliance of the green and green fireflies are. Mofan does not think that this is the beauty. It is.

Speaking elegantly, these floating in the river are all wreckage.

To be popular, they are all souls.

When Mofan first killed the Baiyang instructor's maddening wolf beast, the soul of the wolf beast died after being sucked away by the little mud.

Later, Mofan killed the demon, including the people of the Black Holy See. After the death, the souls were quietly turned into fluorescent spots, and floated into the small mud.

Mo Fan also thought that those worthless wrecks were eaten by Xiaoniu, who knows that they are all there, and they have become a frameless green lantern suspended in the water...

Mo Fan is also wondering, I really don't know the little muddy pendant and the collection of these spoils.

Fortunately, not long after, the blue-green light faded, and Mo Fan’s doubts were doubtful. I couldn’t find a reason why I didn’t waste time thinking about it.

Those are wrecks, and compared with the fineness of the Stardust and the Nebula, it is really the difference between sand and gold. The little muddy collects it and collects it. It’s nothing to make a pendant. not good!

Mo Fan ignored the little mud and immersed himself in his magical cultivation.

Waiting for the middle of the night, the small mud fall began to be restless, and the jitter was not over.

Mo Fan opened his eyes and was thinking of counting a few words from this little guy. Suddenly, he discovered that the original blue and green light turned into a solid radiance!

This can make Mo Fan's eyes wide open and his mouth wide open to put a fist! !

The brilliance of the green and the radiance of the green and green is the two completely different objects. The former is the undone of sand, and the latter is the essence of gold! ! !

The problem is, I clearly have no battles, and I have not killed any demon. How can there be a fine in the sinker? ?

Moreover, absolutely genuine! !

Mo Fan hurriedly explored with his mind, suddenly found that the blue and green wreckage suspended in the river was gone, the entire river was empty, only a glimmer of glory was there, shining like moonlight charming!

Mo Fan is not the kind of person who likes to be born with a pie. If you have to figure out everything, you will be able to take it easy.

This fine is too sudden, it is the rhythm of walking on the road to the gold...

I am so happy and ecstatic, there is always a little bit of truth in my heart.

So, with this doubt, Mo Fan has been rushing to early morning.

In the early morning, Mo Fan knocked on the door of the old professor Qiu Yuhua. The old professor yawned and looked at Mo Fandao: "It’s so early, what is it?"

"Old professor, I just read a book about the soul of the soul. I said that in addition to being able to collect the fine soul, there are other very special functions. I don't know if the professor knows?" Mo Fan asked.

The old professor’s eyes lit up as if he had met someone who was also a master-level researcher. He said: “What book do you think of it? It must be an ancient book. I actually inadvertently See the relevant small records in the earlier data..."

When Mo Fan saw the old professor's face and couldn't stand the excitement and pretend to be mysterious, he knew that the old guy really had his own answer, so he followed the direction he wanted to understand.

The old professor Qiu Yuhua seems to have revealed his life secretly, and lowered his voice: "There is a rumor that there is a dying vessel, which not only collects fine, but also has a special liking for those wrecks. It is because of this soul. Utensils... it can condense these wrecks into a complete succinct!"

After listening to this sentence, Mo Fan's whole person is bright! !

Sure enough, it was a small muddy smash that condensed all the wreckage into a fine one.

The sand turns gold! ! !