It was not ordinary blood, but black, like a mouthful of ink. What was strange was that black smoke radiated from it, which was particularly conspicuous at dawn. When Wood Name looked carefully, there were tiny insects squirming inside. There were life in the black blood, and the insects were in it. Obviously, the old man used the old trick to replace himself with these insects to resist these injuries. However, the process was much longer. After all, it was internal injuries, which was different from the previous one.

"Junior brother, what's wrong with Rufeng?" Fire light scattered out of Huo Ziyan's body, his body became hot, and his inside was like a volcano, containing infinite energy. This was the first feeling of the herdsmen. Huo Ziyan had almost fired out the real fire, but there were a few black corpse spots on his body. It was obviously caused by the poisonous insect.

"Everything is fine, maybe there will be surprises. Let's hold him back first, I always feel it's not that simple." Mu Maze, go and take a few pills of medicine and take Huo Ziyan. Huo Ziyan didn't refuse and took it directly. After a moment, black air dissipated from his body, and then disappeared, and the corpse spots disappeared.

"I have some tricks. I can't bear to kill you anymore. Boy, I'd like to follow me to the witch clan. There is a guarantee for me to ensure that you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life." The old man saw Mu Ming's actions and the changes in Huo Ziyan's body gave him a little more different meaning in his eyes, and he looked at Mu Ming with a little bit.

Mu Ming kept silent, but Huo Ziyan laughed and said, "Old man, you are afraid you are too confused. How could we monks envy the wealth and honor of the ordinary people and be ashamed to cultivate."

Mu Ming nodded, Huo Ziyan said nothing badly, the wealth and honor in the world are ultimately a dream in the world, and how can he compare to the experience of Taoism?

The old man sneered and said coldly: "Ignorance Junior, you are arrogant at this time. Only when you reach my age will you understand that helpless feeling."

Huo Ziyan snorted coldly and took a step forward, not talking to the old man.

The old man was furious. When Mu Ming and his two men were healing their injuries, the boy was insulting his white spots in words. His martial arts restrained him everywhere, making him fall into his way several times. In addition, the injuries in his body could not be used for the time being, otherwise it would cause backlash, so he would tolerate everything. But now the boy still said that he was old, how could he be so sad?

At this moment, the old man waved his sleeves and a string of runes flashed directly, and the runes were closely connected, scattering terrifying fluctuations.

The name of the wood is not showing weakness. The light of the left hand gushed, and a mist of water appeared in the right hand. He shook his hands and attacked directly at the old man.

The three of them fought together in an instant, and all kinds of glows gushed, fighting fiercely at this dawn, with great momentum.

A black whip shadow whipped down from above Mu Ming's Tianling Cover. Seeing this, Mu Ming did not dodge. With one lift in his left hand, a golden long stick was directly wrapped around. The black whip shadow swayed, binding the long stick firmly, but the attack also weakened. Mu Ming's eyes flashed, and he said a lightly, and only a roar was heard. The golden long stick exploded directly, and the impact caused directly shocked the long whip.

"It's so cruel, it actually consumed the origin to destroy my magical powers." There were drops of blood falling between the old man's fingers in the distance. Mu Ming's magical powers were unexpectedly obtained. The old man must have thought that the herdsman was so decisive that he actually damaged his original powers again, causing him to be injured.

In addition, the injuries in the old man's body made him unable to quickly drive the insects, so he was injured inadvertently.

This little injury is nothing, but the old man's face is as gloomy as water. After many years, he fell in the same place twice, and was the same person. This feeling made the old man extremely frustrated.

"Old man, look at the move." A voice suddenly came from behind the old man. It was Huoziyan. Huoziyan's cultivation was much higher than Mu Ming, so his body skills were also very fast. Seeing Mu Ming fighting with the old man, he attacked from behind the old man.

The old man's face changed when he heard the sound. It was too late to avoid it. He thought to himself that he was careless, but he was not panic. He closed his eyes directly. Huoziyan directly carried a huge rock of at least a thousand kilograms and smashed it. The huge rock was red at this time. Huoziyan integrated his magical powers into it, causing the huge rock to heat up sharply. The scorching aura made the void there twist.

Seeing this, Mu Ming hurriedly stopped because Mu Ming was standing not far in front of the old man.

"Go to die, old man." A roar, with Shi Potian's shocking momentum, suddenly hit the old man. It seemed slow, but it was extremely fast. From the time when Mu Ming fought with the old man to the attack of Huo Ziyan, the old man was almost unable to escape. Mu Ming could already imagine that the old man might become a meat paste after a roar, but he only saw the old man slowly closing his eyes, a mysterious aura scattered and enveloped the old man, making the old man look very different from the old woman before.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Mu Ming saw that the old man’s body seemed to be infinitely raised. The old man had already transformed into a mountain. The feeling of rising up to the mountains suddenly appeared in Mu Ming’s heart.

"Boom!" A roar echoed in Mu Ming's ears. This was the beginning that the two of them had guessed. However, the result was that the old man was in good condition and had ripples on his body echoed. It was the space folding. An indescribable feeling appeared on the old man, making people feel that illusion.

Countless gravels exploded and flew around, and a figure suddenly rolled back, in a mess among the gravels.

It was Huo Ziyan. He looked shocked at this moment. Fortunately, his previous actions were also thinking of hurting the enemy and himself, so he also raised his own defense to the highest level. However, at this time, a trace of internal breath was disordered, his cultivation was running around, his meridians were reversed, and a mouthful of red blood was sprayed out of his mouth. However, after all, he was not an ordinary person. When his body moved, he stopped directly on an old tree stump.

This place was originally a dense forest, but with the struggle of the crowd, it had become an empty place. The old trees broke, leaving only the stumps, the huge rocks exploded, leaving only the gravel, which was extremely tragic, but no one cared about it.

The old man's body swayed in the ripples of the space. This was not because of the old man himself, but an intention caused by the mysterious aura. A vague feeling appeared in Mu Ming's heart.

"This is artistic conception!" Mu Ming lost his voice and couldn't help but express his guess.

The old man's eyes slowly opened, and his eyes were no longer as cold as before, but had a hint of charm, which was a feeling of being high and above.

"The first seal was untied, it was a pity. It should have been perfect, but it should be able to make up for it if you sacrifice all of you."

The old man was talking to himself alone, his tone was dull, which was very different from the dullness before. However, he heard that Mu Ming's ears made him feel turbulent. The sense of crisis was no longer blurred, but was almost shrouded in his heart like haze and could not be removed.

"This is the method of taking over the body. You have practiced the art of taking over the body. Damn it, the next technique is hard tolerant, and you have actually practiced it." Huo Ziyan walked from a distance, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but it did not cause much damage.

His attack just now can be said to be able to crush the Yuanling Realm cultivator, but it was resolved by the old man. He was originally a Yuanling Realm cultivator, so he recognized the root of the magic that could resolve his magic at a glance.

Huo Ziyan's eyes were full of solemnity. He stood not far behind the old man, looked at the ripples outside the old man, and said solemnly.

"Haha, I underestimate you. I actually recognize this technique. The children of Dongsheng are indeed much better than the children of my witch clan. We were not wronged back then."

The old man laughed and did not take action. Instead, there were a large number of people who were interested. It seemed that the old man's temperament had also changed. If the few people had known each other before and had the taste of death, he would definitely not think that the old man was a monk of the witch clan and a monk who had practiced the Dao of taking over the body.

Mu Ming knew it in his heart. Although he had guessed a few points before, he was not sure. At this time, Huo Ziyan affirmed this guess, and the old man directly admitted it.

Mu Ming felt a little emotional. It was this technique that made her parents leave back then, and she forced herself to go far away from the depths of the Great Wilderness. For a moment, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind. A figure surrounded by black mist rushed towards him, her eyes full of eager desire, but she was so high.

"Mr. Mountain God of the Wood Clan, Wu Ling." The figure that appeared in Mu Ming's heart officially wanted to take over his own people back then. Although everyone is in the next year, Mu Ming knew that this matter was not over, and this cause and effect would end soon.

This person from the past has also practiced the same magic and has already taken over the body.

It is not difficult to explain why the old man's aura is so strange. Although it is in the Yuanling realm, the few people cannot do anything to him. In the end, he even exploded a wonderful artistic conception, which directly resolved the fatal crisis.

"After all, this body is weaker, otherwise I could rub you all into ashes with just one finger." The old man said to himself, as if he was telling the two again, his eyes a little sad, and there was a smell of a tiger falling into the sun.

However, Huo Mu and the other two had no intention of experiencing this feeling, because the old man's breath was rising, and a muffled sound came from the old man's body, and a force radiated. The old man's long gown flew, seamlessly and automatically, and white danced. What was even more weird was that his body was constantly squirming. After a few breaths, it turned into a pretty boy, about the same age as Mu Ming, but his eyes were filled with a sense of vicissitudes of intentional or unintentional, which made people addicted.

"Don't look at his eyes, be careful and soul fall into it." Huo Ziyan saw Mu Ming looking at the old man, and seemed to remember something, reminding him.

Mu Ming turned his gaze and looked at Huo Ziyan for the reason.

Huo Ziyan felt Ming's gaze and said solemnly: "A monk in the realm of distracting spirit can scatter something that has been scattered out of his body, the artistic conception, is very wonderful, illusory, like a soul. The artistic conception is also the most obsessed with it, and is the most direct embodiment of the Tao. Those who understand the artistic conception must have their own Tao."

Mu Ming nodded and was about to say something, Huo Ziyan continued to say: "The spiritual realm is cultivated by spiritual body, the Yuanling realm is spiritual understanding, so as to open up the artistic conception, the spiritual realm is cultivated by perception, artistic conception, and the spiritual realm is cultivated by spiritual practice, and the soul is free from the body, carrying the perception of the Tao."

Huo Ziyan looked at the old man with his eyes, but his voice dissipated. Mu Ming listened in the distance. When he heard this, he felt that a road seemed to suddenly open in front of him. Mu Ming's mind was the road to practice Taoism, a path to practice Taoism.

Mu Ming's mind was shocked and he kept looking at the old man, looking for what he thought. Sure enough, the old man's body was filled with that kind of ethereal thing, but his eyes were the most addicted, as if there were endless secrets there for people to explore.

When the old man saw Mu Ming looking at him, he felt amused and appreciated a little more, but he said, "It's a pity that a good seedling. If you were born in the witch clan, I would definitely accept you as a disciple. What a pity, do you know why your companion did not let you look at me in the eyes?"

To Mu Ming's surprise, the old man asked this, and did not immediately confront the two of them, but was like a loving old man asking his grandson about his cultivation of Taoism. However, the old man's body had almost completely changed at this time, and he looked like a boy, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the old voice.

While Mu Ming was on guard, he was also curious, but after a moment he shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head and smiled, "Your senior brother's words are true, but they are not complete enough."

Huo Ziyan was a little surprised when he heard this. What this old guy was going to do, but it could be delayed for a moment, but the old man seemed to have no idea at all.

"If you are my clan, I will teach you to cultivate more spiritual bodies in the spiritual realm. If you can, you can cultivate ten spiritual bodies and achieve perfection. If you are my clan, I will definitely let you understand the spirit of all things, the spirit of plants and trees, the spirit of mountains and stones, and the spirit of rivers when you are in the Yuanling realm. If you are my clan, I will definitely let you understand the spirit of heaven and earth when you are in the spiritual realm, and understand the six realms of the world when you are in the spiritual realm. Only when you are in the spiritual realm can you achieve perfect distraction and cultivate that perfect body."

The old man's tone was calm, and his breath rose little by little. At this time, he was almost at the peak of the Yuanling Realm. A palpitational aura scattered. Mu Ming felt depressed in the distance. The magic in Huo Ziyan's hand condensed and suddenly exploded.

Seeing this, Mu Ming was moved. The old man's breath changed and they all felt it was difficult. There were countless raindrops in front of Dong Chuanxiang in the right hand of Mu Ming. The old man gently flicked it, and the raindrop turned into clouds and fog and dissipated.

Then, the old man waved his back, and Huo Ziyan was already rushing behind him, and his body was about to touch the old man, trying to crush the old man with his own momentum, but with just waved his body, his body was like a short-line kite, almost rolling back.

After doing this, the old man didn't care about the two of them and continued, "Cultivating Taoism is also cultivating the mind, and the mind is the Tao. However, if you are confused in your heart, you will not know where you are. I was so confused back then."

Speaking of this, the old man looked at the left and moved his right foot backwards, kicking it directly into Huo Ziyan's lower abdomen. Huo Ziyan felt pain, but he didn't have time to scream and turned back again.

Mu Ming was also injured in the vicinity, and several magical powers exploded directly. He pinched the seal with his left hand and a ray of lightning flashed. It was the origin thunder seal, which was strong and domineering. A drop of water appeared on his right hand. It was the raindrop mark, full of soft power.

Seeing this, the old man was surprised and said, "Since I don't stop what I said, then subdue you and then tell you."

Then the old man stopped talking to himself, but watched Mu Ming's magical power bloom in front of his predecessor with interest.

The wooden name has a golden light, the grenade seal in the left hand trembles, the rain seal in the right hand scatters, and wanders in the hand.

The name of Mu Ming used the power of the original source to attack directly with the most attack. The old man's aura kept rising, and he was close to the great perfection. The feeling of palpitations made the herdsmen feel the crisis of life and death stronger.

The thunder seal was concentrated, and in a blink of an eye, it flew out from Mu Ming's hand and touched the old man. The old man's body remained motionless and allowed Mu Ming to attack.

"Boom!" Mu Ming's palm hit the old man's body, and a roar exploded directly. Mu Ming's eardrum vibrated, and the strong impact rushed directly into his body. His chest was filled with blood, which was still a magical power that damaged his origin.

"A trick of carving insects." The old man chuckled. When Mu Ming's palm touched the old man's body, the ethereal mood exploded again, and suddenly bounced off Mu Mu Ming's thunder seal.

However, the wooden name is even more decisive and directly blows the Thunder Seal to pieces.

The old man's face changed. Although the artistic conception had bounced away his magical power, the power of the thunder seal rushed in with an aftermath, causing his magical move to take a few steps back.

"Swish." Mu Ming spitted out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he was backfiring by his own magical powers. When the old man saw this, he sneered a little, but suddenly his smile froze.

Because that mouthful of blood was not ordinary blood, but Mu Ming's blood in his heart, which was even less than essence and blood. The blood dispersed directly and quickly condensed in the air to form a face. At the same time, the rain seal on Mu Ming's right hand also flew out and merged directly into the center of the face.

The old man's face changed drastically, and he rarely showed a trace of fear.

"Impossible, how dare you do this? This is the blood in your heart." The old man roared angrily, without the indifference he had before. Huo Ziyan in the distance was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Mu Ming worriedly, frowned.

"How dare you do this, I will fight."

Mu Ming ignored the old man, looked solemn, and said two words lightly: "Face Burial."
Chapter completed!