MTL - The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post-Chapter 2 Endless

Tai Xuan mainland has two kinds of people, one is a mortal, and the other is a self-cultivator. The self-cultivator cultivates himself with the aura of heaven and earth in order to gain a path.

Ask the immortal to ask, go against the sky, after the success of the foundation, the monk's three souls and seven scorpions will gradually condense, and eventually become a complete soul. Without the three souls and seven scorpions, nature can't reincarnate, and there is no life and death cycle.

Once the flesh is destroyed, the spirit can't be won within the three interest, it will die.

These reasons, before the death of the repair is not low, Mo Tianyi naturally knows. Therefore, when a spring thunder screamed and awakened him from the tumultuous waves of months, Mo Tianyi suddenly stunned.

The spirit is inseparable, just like the thin ice exposed to the scorching sun of the three days, fragile and vulnerable, and a gust of wind can blow it away. But he still floats well, his consciousness is clear, and he remembers clearly in the past. Looked around, this is still the volcanic land, but I don't know which hill was blown by the wind.

Try to find out what it is like to see that he is being wrapped in a layer of soft power, like a bug in amber, safe and sound.

Although there is still consciousness, but after all, it is only a translucent light group. Without any power, Mo Tianyi can only wander aimlessly in the mountains with the wind. This drift has drifted for hundreds of years.

In the thirtieth year of waking up, Mo Tianyi learned to use the power of the weak spirit to change the direction of the drift. He did not dare to go to a place with many people, and he was afraid to be seen by people who were cultivated to be high. Yan volcano. For hundreds of years, it was enough for him to look at the mountain range of three hundred miles.

The top of the volcano, the fire does not scatter all the year round, but the grass does not live, but there is a big tree standing up.

The tree is three feet high, and it is thick and tall, straight and slender, without branches, only a single tree, and the color is scorched. The Yan volcano fired in April, and the fire was extinguished in December. In the early spring when there is no open fire, the wood will produce a layer of verdant green, and when it is fired, it will fall.

For many years, Mo Tianzheng refining equipment knows the precious materials of the world. When you see the fire, such as the Panlong, surrounded by the wood, but how can not burn, the ecstasy in the heart is simply unspeakable. Ancient **** tree, endless wood!

Inexhaustible means that life is endless, this kind of **** wood can be used as a flesh!

Although I don't understand how the power that protects him comes from it, since it is still not dead, Mo Tianyi naturally wants to find a suitable body to regain her life. Finding a child with a good bone is naturally very good, but no matter how good the root is, it is not as good as the ancient god!

The cultivation of the immortal nature must pay attention to the roots. The better the roots, the less the hindrance of cultivation, and the greater the chance of becoming a fairy. As far as we know, the best Linggen is the root of the heavens. People with this spiritual root have the fastest aura and the highest understanding.

However, the physical body of the wood is beyond the existence of the celestial root. There is no reason for him. As an ancient god, this is the spiritual thing born in heaven and earth. There is no block in absorbing the aura of heaven and earth!

Mo Tianyi circled around Shenmu, which is probably the only one in the world. He said he would not give up. Just use a thunder to make him like it, and then slowly refine it.

In exchange for the soul of others, naturally, there is no ability to win a piece of wood, but he is different. He has been separated from the body for hundreds of years, and his soul has been condensed by him very firmly, and he is not resistant to the next heaven.

Everything is in place, only owing to the east wind, Mo Tianyi now, need to come to marry him.

Thunder, not that you want to be smashed, it will come, Mo Tianyi can only guard the gods with the patience of his refining master, looking forward to one day there will be a thunder.

The flower blossoms and falls, and the sacred field is a hundred years.

"咔咔咔轰-" a thunder that rang through the heavens and the earth through heavy clouds, straight down, Mo Tianyi hurriedly drifted to the air, the danger avoided the thunder that would turn into a coke for dozens of miles.

After waiting for a hundred years, I finally waited for the thunder, but it was a set of nine-day Xuan Lei. I don’t know which hapless man was robbing here. Mo Tianyi wanted to marry her.

The robbery is the last step in the ascension to the immortal, as long as the thunderbolt can be achieved.

However, there is a difference between thunder and thunder and robbery. Some people have a thunderstorm like a drizzle, and the meaning is over. Some people are shocked, and it is only when people die. This nine-day Xuan Lei is the latter one.

Mo Tianyi, who wants to borrow light, can only manipulate his few soul forces, and he can hardly flick left to avoid.

That day, the thunder was full of day and night, and this gradually weakened. Mo Tianqi took the opportunity to close his eyes and slammed into the top of the tree.

“咔———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— There is no sound.

The ancient **** Shenmu instinctively rejected the invasion of the soul, although it has been so painful that the soul is flying away, Mo Tianyi still bite his teeth to keep a clear, and strive to penetrate his soul into the context of the wood.

As time passed by, Mo Tianqi’s soul was getting weaker and weaker, but he did not stop the wood. Is that finished? No, he kept the gods for a hundred years, but not for being swallowed by the gods!

The force that has been protecting him seems to feel a little, and slowly spreads the package of his soul. The warmth of the power is like a trickle, slowly combing his soul, blending it bit by bit. . Mo Tianyi only feels comfortable and comfortable. After the fusion with the mysterious power, Shenmu no longer rejects him!

Nine days of Xuan Lei, has been smashed for seven days and seven nights, the unfortunate ferry monk, has long been smashed into slag.

After a torrential rain, the blue sky is washed.

It happened that there was no fire in March, and the green and mellow wood was slowly shrinking and deforming. Eventually, it turned into a slender man. The eyebrows are like axe, if the knife is cut, the beauty is abnormal, it is the Mo Tianyi who refines the wood.

After drifting for hundreds of years, and finally down to earth, Mo Tianyi gave birth to a few points of anger. However, it is imperative to find a piece of clothing.

God woodized, but did not give him clothes.

After a little bit of stiff limbs, Mo Tianyi stepped forward and walked toward the huge deep pit at the mountainside. The seven days and seven nights of the thunder, not only smashed the unfortunate ancestor into slag, but also The ruins of the surrounding vegetation were completely destroyed.

Carefully using the soul to sense a long while, did not find the spirit of the ancestors of the robbing, Mo Tianyi sighed, if he just lived and was taken away by others, it would be too embarrassing, then suddenly smile, like him I don’t know what a big deal can be fascinating. After all, it’s still a minority.

Mo Tianyi found a circle in the pit, most of the Lingbao was destroyed, and for a long time, only found a storage bracelet. There is no grade in this bracelet that is black and autumn. The monk is dead, and the mark of the soul is disappearing. Mo Tianyi easily finds out the things inside.

The space inside the bracelet is very small, only some scattered Lingshi and several sets of clothes are installed. Mo Tianqi raises his eyebrows and looks a little subtle. This bracelet is a piece of instrument that he used to practice in the past. The storage of things in it will not freeze time, the spirit of the grass can not be preserved, and the space is small. The only use is to resist the thunder. Presumably, this person has heard that he can buy it against the thunder, but the so-called fear of thunder is only that the storage bracelet itself is not bad, and people will still be killed...

Touching the nose, mourning for the pitted monk, Mo Tianyi took out a dark dress, carefully examined, did not find any sect imprint, nor a high-order magic weapon, this is wearing the body.

With clothes and money, it is time to go out. Mo Tianyi had a good voice and said: "Go!"

So the fingertips caught fire...

Mo Tianyi widened his eyes and looked at the flames of his fingertips. His color was bright and he had some Xu Qingguang. If he didn't look away, this is... wood fire!

There are occasional differences between the heavens and the earth, such as stone fires, ice fires, etc. This kind of fire is dependent on other attributes, and it also brings some other attributes. I did not expect that this wood was burned for thousands of years by fire, and there was a fire in the wood. This fire was inexhaustible because of the inexhaustible power. If used in refining, the material of the treasure could not be damaged.

The wood fire that could not be found in the past life was so directly called to the face by a big pie that fell from the sky. Mo Tianyi stayed for a while.

It took a few more days to get used to this big pie, and Mo Tianyi lifted his foot to the ten kill valley.

There were too many monks who died here. The grievances have not been scattered for a long time. With his fragile body of spirits, he has been unable to get close. Now that he has a new body, he has to take a look.

Devastated, the dwarf tree was isolated, and Mo Tianyi was on the side of the short tree and touched the fist-sized tree hole. For so many years, the cat has already ran.

Mo Xiaoqin is a monster with a very good bone. When he got it, Mo Tianyi also saved his mind as a servant, but more because he liked the little ball, so if he didn’t want it, He will not force it to make a blood deed. The delicate little thing, without his care, did not know how it was.

I want to find his cat, but the big land is big, there is no **** tie, and Mo Tianyi does not know where to look. Now although the power of the soul is thrown, the body is basically not repaired, and the ability is low and there is no revenge. . Mo Tianyi sighed, for the present, or to find a martial art to settle down, it is the right thing to go back to practice.