After talking about this, Zhuang Shao dragged it with one hand, and a cluster of flames leaped into his palm, slightly lighter than crimson, it should be the natal fire of the middle and lower grades.
"Can you try now?" Mo Ye was a little anxious.
Zhuang Shaonu snorted, took out a jade slip from Qiankun's bag and threw it to her, "There is a mental method that promotes the birth of natal fire. You can see it and try it."
"This jade slip... how to use it?" Mo Ye was helpless.
Judging from Zhuang Shao's reaction, jade slips should be very common in this world of cultivation, but they have never been seen in Mo'er's memory. In the past ten years, has Xiang Shengmen guided Mo'er carefully
Sure enough, Zhuang Shao looked at her like a monster. Suddenly, his eyes rolled and he didn't know what was going on. He said: "Divine consciousness exists in your mind. You can see if you try to inject divine knowledge into the jade slip. What's inside."
"Then I searched the neck of the female nun before, so did you look at it?"
"of course."
Mo Ye no longer speaks, she knows her divine consciousness, and suddenly remembered the man she had seen in the cave before. He glanced at her when she left, and it made her feel a pain in her mind, perhaps it was a divine attack. .
Just glanced at her, then what kind of cultivation realm should that man be
Mo'er had used the training of spiritual consciousness before, so Moye directly injected the spiritual consciousness into the jade slip, and a large number of words appeared in his mind.
Immediately after entering samādhi, according to the mental method, the spiritual energy was circulated in the body according to a fixed route for a week, but there was no feeling in the palm of the hand.
Mo Ye still didn't want to give up, and moved his mind to the fifth week, faintly feeling something in his palm flicking gently.
Hurrying to stretch out his palm, Zhuang Shao also leaned over and looked at it for a long time, and even the tip of her nose was almost touching her fingertips, shook her head and said, "No."
"Yes." Mo Ye could feel it herself, as if a ball of light gauze was constantly moving in her palm, but the color of the flame was indeed invisible.
Zhuang Shao still shook his head, "It's your own illusion, even the low-grade natal fire should be light red, and you can see it at the lightest level, but you don't have it at all."
Mo Ye was also a little skeptical, but she did feel it, and when she raised her palm to the light outside the window, she could vaguely see the light distorted by the flame. It looked like a flame. It was not small, but what about the color
Zhuang Shao waited impatiently, and simply slapped Mo Ye's hand and said proudly: "Look, there is nothing at all, otherwise, my palm will definitely be burned. You know, the life of the refining device is fire. The dark color is obvious at a glance. You have to know that the former leader of the Mangshan realm refiner was Jun Huantian, the soaring Nascent Soul. His natal fire, but black, black, do you know what the concept is?"
Before Moye could react, Zhuang Shao had given up. He smiled, his mouth full of white teeth, and said: "I have even shown you the mentality that gave birth to natal fire, should you also show me the woman who repairs her neck? The jade slips on?"
Mo Ye took the fire in his palm and took out the jade slip from Qiankun's bag. At first glance, it was no different from the one Zhuang Shao gave her.
The jade slip is just a carrier, the difference is the content inside.
"I'll give it to you after I saw it." Mo Ye finished speaking and directly injected his divine consciousness into the jade slip, but he didn't expect that it was not words, but images.
A skinny and shriveled man, his face was a bit wretched, his face was flushed, his eyes bulging out with red blood, his mouth was breathing heavily, he was lying on top of her, shaking his body, and...
And the angle of the image recorded by this jade slip is precisely the eyes of the female sister, as if she is on the scene, she is with that man...
"Um..." Mo Ye hurriedly cut off his spiritual consciousness, and there was depression in his throat, almost spitting out the flesh of the green mane beast he had eaten the other day.
I thought it was a good thing, but it was... That female casual cultivator committed herself to protect herself, by the way... **** diary!
"What's the matter?" Zhuang Shao asked, but his eyes were aimed at the jade slip in Moye's hand. Could it be something extraordinary that it can cause such a big reaction