Looking at the suspended aura of Dantian, Mo Bai couldn't help but stunned, the entire aura is composed of a rich liquid aura. It is turquoise, but the more you look at it, the more you don’t understand it.
"This looks like a flower bone flower, what happened to my spiritual energy group?" Mo Bai couldn't help but wonder, but this didn't affect his joy in the success of foundation building.
He involuntarily transported the foundation-building method that he had absorbed from Mu Yu's soul fragments, and began to practice.
Daoling real cave mansion.
Dao Ling frowned and looked at Bai Ling, the only disciple under the seat. I was thinking about how to deal with this matter.
"Master, let me go." Bai Ling, with a face of melon seeds, pouted and said to Dao Ling.
"Naughty, this is not a joke, you still stay here for me obediently, don't run around like that jade girl." Dao Ling opened his eyes and stared at Bai Ling and said: "You Did you hear me."
"My disciple knows, people won't run around like that Yu Jun'er, Master, what are you fierce?" With a pair of autumn water-like eyes, Bai Ling stunned and screamed at Daolingzi: "But master, that jade girl went out and ran around, and she has successfully built the foundation. Do you see if I also..."
"Cough cough." Dao Ling coughed twice, waved his hand, and said to Bai Ling: "No, no, it's absolutely not. You just need to know not to be messy. As for the foundation building, I have my own arrangements. Don't bother me here, don't you see that I am thinking about it?"
"If you don't go, you won't go! By the way, master, didn't you say that you accepted a junior brother? Why didn't you let him go?" Bai Ling's words from her pursed lips were completely hit. Ling Zhenren.
"Yes, at that time, in order to get the reward for his mission in the Secret Realm of Spirit Void, at that time, the old ghost of Daohang and Daohang accepted this person as a disciple, and there was a dispute. In the end, the real head came forward and asked him to worship me as a teacher. Daoling slapped his head and said, "Why did I forget him?"
"Look, the disciple can share the burden for you, right? What rewards are there this time?" After speaking, a pair of white jade hands stretched out in front of Dao Ling's real person, and said angrily.
"Good good good". Master Daoling took out a hosta from her storage bag and placed it in Bai Ling's hand, repeatedly saying, "Here you are, here you are!"
"These magic weapons again." Bai Ling grabbed the hosta in her palm. Pouting his mouth, he said, "You can't give me a spiritual weapon. Look at Yu Yun'er, Master Daohang gave Amber Ropa to her. You are very stingy."
"Ahem. Ahem. Ahem." Dao Ling coughed a few times, concealing his embarrassment, and said: "My dear disciple, I will give it to you next time, Master. I didn't take it with me this time, next time... next time... ."
"I know you would say that, huh. Ignore you." After speaking, Bai Ling twisted her waist and ignored Daoling Dao Ling and walked out of the cave.
Dao Ling watched Bai Ling's beautiful shadow disappear from his sight, with a bitter expression on his face, he couldn't help sighing, and whispered to himself: "My little ancestor..."
After a while, he called a boy into the cave mansion, gave an explanation, sighed, and asked the boy to get things done as soon as possible.
When the white spirit lingering on the head, Mo Bai was inhaled into his body. The closed black eyes suddenly opened, took a deep breath, opened his arms, and shouted: "It's refreshing." Mo Bai was in a good mood at this time.
However, his mood fell into the bottom instantly after the messenger boy sent by Daoling Daoling, looking at the back of the messenger boy who turned and left, and thought in his heart: "I know that every time that old man thinks of me, it doesn't matter. Good thing."
Dao Ling was actually unwilling to even summon Mo Bai to explain things in his cave. He just called the boy over and explained the task, the reason, the reward, and the time and place of departure.
Let Mo Bai decide for himself whether to go or not.
However, Mo Bai did not reply to the boy on the spot. Just tell the other party, please allow him to consider this matter.
In fact, Mo Bai also slightly understood Dao Ling's mentality, after all, he accepted Mo Bai as a disciple. It's not because of his aptitude, but as a reward for his Spirit Void Secret Realm. In fact, although the two have the status of mentor and apprentice, they have no real mentorship.
In addition, the mission this time is really risky. Instead, he sneaked into the Shuiyunmen site, and secretly blocked the Shuiyunmen disciple who went to the Spirit Medicine Garden to destroy it.
This is i, and this time the mission cannot reveal his identity as Yunhemen.
Because Yunhemen will not send a lot of people this time. Hearing from the boy, it is almost impossible to guess that there are only a dozen people. The boy didn't know who they were, and he couldn't answer Mo Bai.
"It seems that this mission is not a small risk." Mo Bai lay on the bed with his hands resting on his head, looking at the roof, his eyes were stunned, and his mouth muttered: "I don't know what kind of disciple will be this time. Will take this task."
Mo Bai joined the secret tour last time in a muddle manner. The disciples he followed were all inner disciples with the same qualifications as Mo Bai. Except for him and Yu Yun'er who escaped by chance, all the people in Yunhemen died. In the Secret Realm of Lingxu.
Is it so again this time
After a lesson, he was naturally more careful. Now he is no longer the Mo Bai when he first entered Yunhemen.
"Shuiyunmen...is it Shuiyunmen again?" Mo Bai muttered the name of Shuiyunmen, and couldn't help but recall the entanglement with the people of Shuiyunmen in his heart. At this time, he realized that since he entered the cultivation of immortals, every time he grew up, he could not do without the shadow of the Shuiyunmen people.
Whether it was the first two disciples of the fourth-level condensing stage on Yangming Mountain, or the thirteenth-level disciples who were introduced into the formation by Mo Bai and killed by the thunder, and later killed by Mo Bai himself Yun Song, the new generation chief disciple of Shuiyunmen.
Every Shuiyunmen disciple that he encountered caused Mo Bai to suffer, and he almost died out again and again. As for this time..., Mo Bai thought of this, and slowly freed a hand from the back of his head, touched his nose, unconsciously a hint of coldness flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a gleam of light appeared in the depths of his black eyes.
In the cave, the real Daoling listened to the boy's return with a blank face. He pondered for a while and said, "You go down first."
"Yes, Master." The boy bowed his hands and said to Daoling Zhenren. After turning around, walked out of the cave.
Dao Ling's eyes were shining at this time, without saying a word, there was no recklessness in front of the heavy machine and Daohang.
"Hey!" After a long while, Dao Ling sneered and walked toward the inner cave with a wave of his sleeves.
The next day, Mo Bai arrived in the Lingxiao Palace at the time the boy said. At this time, the Hall of Lingxiao was full of people.
Mo Bai was taken aback for a while, he thought he was already early, but he didn't expect that this group would have been waiting here long ago. He looked for a place near the gate of the Lingxiao Hall, stood there, quietly looking at these people in front of him.
After all, these people may succeed his partners. But can he give his back to the other party? (To be continued) (End of this chapter)