MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Section 2: Jade (below)

Section 2: Jade (below) ("")

However, if you can learn five kinds of five elements, as long as you reach three levels, you can become a spiritual husband. If [Xiao Yun Yu Yu] did not break through the third floor, he would not have this idea. But he can understand the third layer of [Xiao Yun Yu Yan], which means that he is a good talent in the five elements.

Like he sent these spirit valleys in exchange for the contribution of the martial art, he can get a good set of swords.

But he didn't do it. What does he want to do? Cut wood?

In contrast, the implant method is much more practical. Even if you don't learn enough, the more you learn, the bigger your own cultivation. There are not many other things in the door, and there are no wilderness fields that are planted everywhere. With enough Lingtian, you can grow more Ling Valley and have more spar...

Thinking about it, Zuo Mo’s mind is clearer and sleepy.

Sit up, reach out and touch your face. The muscles on the face are stiff and hard like wood, which is why he always has other expressions.

He doesn't care about beauty and ugliness, he cares about another thing.

The faint starlight sprinkled the courtyard, reflecting a little silver light, like the cold night fog that gradually floated up, and the expressionless left eye was a little sad.

Two years ago, on the way back to the door, the head of the empty sword door took him to the coma, and he took him back to the martial art. From the time he woke up, he found that his memory was blank. In the past two years, he has tried everything and can't find any traces of memory two years ago.

He found his anomaly, and that was his face. Stiff like a stone face, he can't make any expression. The head said that this may be a rare strange disease. Because of this face, he did not have an audience and brothers to see at first, and suffered many wrongs.

But he does not hate this face, he is only two clues he can find. Maybe one day, this wood face can remind him.

Who am I... Where is my home...

Another clue is the recurring dream. Whose voice is that? Let him not forget what?

I have forgotten everything!

The heart sighed and shook his head, as if to want to take these ideas out of his mind. He picked up the sound Gui beside him and injected spiritual power into it.

Yingui is one of the most popular magic weapons in the world. It consists of a base and a disc Yugui. It has a matrix and can listen to the transmission of large arrays. Zuo Mo's Yin Gui is the simplest one, a square nanmu base, holding an erected slap-shaped round Yugui. After injecting the spiritual power, the surface of Yugui flashed, the color changed, and the melodious voice came out from inside.

"There is a violent conflict in the gyromagnetic turbulence zone known as "Blood Magnetic Current". The 12 repairers' camps were simultaneously attacked by large-scale demons, and the casualties were very serious."

“Zhou Dingjianmen has discovered another new star. At present, it has discovered a large number of crystal mines. It is reported that more than fifteen martial art schools have also sent combat forces at the same time. Moreover, due to the large number of local indigenous people, it is expected that this will lead to the market. The price of slavery has dropped significantly..."

"After killing the famous master Simoda of the demon, Xishang Jianmen wanted to refine his life into a flying sword. Today, Feijian has finally been released. It is said that the sword is ten miles away. This golden sword will reach the amazing seven products! Xishang Jianmen adds a weapon!"

......

Under the starlight, Zuo Mo Jingjing listened. At the time he just woke up, this rough voice helped him gradually understand the world.

It was also from that time that he developed the habit of listening to the music every day.

Whenever he is upset, he will open the tone and listen quietly, and his mood will gradually calm down.

The night is like water, the sky is a little bit, and a zombie sits quietly on the roof, listening to the sound of the genius.