The soul is an extremely critical part of the human body. It is the carrier of a human consciousness, carries memory and life, and is also the location of a human soul.

It can be said that mastering a person's soul is equivalent to mastering his life and death.

The same is true for the art of taking over the body. Concentrate your soul, choose a perfect body, and then occupy the body. In the end, this body belongs entirely to another person and the memory is completely changed.

Before, the reason why Mu Ming was indifferent was the same. The technique of catching the moon in the water was extremely strange. It could actually capture the soul of a person in a reflection and leave the body.

Mu Ming even guessed that if this technique is at its peak, he could directly detain the soul of a person. This method is probably a magical power that only exists in the underworld of reincarnation.

Lan Xian'er also knew that she had done something a little bit too much, and when she thought of what she was going to say next, her face became even more ugly, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

Seeing Lan Xian'er's expression a little sad, Mu Ming felt soft. He would never believe that the person in front of him was deliberately making things difficult for him. I think there was some reason, but the detainment of his soul made Mu Ming a little angry.

If she had malicious intentions towards Mu Muming, then this part of her soul would be fatal.

The witch clan has a magical power that can curse some things on the human body as a medium, among which flesh and blood and soul are the most terrifying.

The flesh and blood curse can be broken, but the magic of the soul curse has only one end to the curse of the curse, and it is only possible to be slaughtered by others, or even enslaved by them. It is normal to be their slaves.

"Can I return my soul to me first?"

Lan Xian'er's face was pale, and she was originally born with a beautiful and beautiful place. At this time, she was accompanied by this sad meaning, adding a different kind of beauty. Although she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she was already tall and graceful.

However, Mu Ming turned a blind eye and just looked at the person coldly.

There was a hint of resentment in Lan Xian'er's eyes. Whether in the clan or in Shuifeng, there were many disciples around her. However, today, she was treated like this and felt a little aggrieved in her heart for no reason.

However, after seeing Mu Ming's tender face, she suddenly couldn't express her grievance, because would a boy who was less than ten years old care about his appearance?

Of course, it won’t be. Different ages always pay attention to different things.

Mu Ming hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of his palm. The little man fell directly into the dark water and swam towards Lan Xian'er.

When the reflection at Lan Xian'er's feet appeared, Mu Ming also absorbed his magical powers, and the black water flowed into black mist and was directly absorbed by him.

After doing these things, Mu Ming breathed a sigh of relief. This was not his own insight and practice. This was the first time he used it. Moreover, he did not fully master this power. It was a bit difficult to use it and it consumed a lot of money on his body.

"You have such a cultivation level, how could you have such an artistic conception?"

Lan Xian'er asked, with doubt still in her eyes.

"What's wrong with this artistic conception?" Mu Ming asked back.

Lan Xian'er pondered for a moment before saying, "Not to mention that you have such cultivation in this realm, I'm afraid your supernatural power is not something you can master. If you don't have any guesses, it must have been realized in Duanxiang Tower that day. That place is extremely strange, and my supernatural power is also realized by that place. I never thought that you would have such an encounter."

At the end of her speech, Lan Xian'er felt a little touched in her heart. This was admiration. Invisibly, she had regarded Mu Ming as an opponent of the same level.

After hearing this, Mu Ming had to admire this woman's beautiful and intelligent nature, and her vigilance was mentioned again.

Lan Xian'er chuckled when she saw the change in his eyes. However, she was extremely weak at this time, so she smiled a little unnaturally, and there was a sound of light coughing.

"Today, even if I haven't seen you here, I will come to Danfeng to find you."

Lan Xian'er didn't say anything else, but said her intention directly.

Mu Mingxin said that this is true. No one will do these uncomfortable things for no reason unless there is some special reason.

"Why is this? Could it be that I am seeking elixir?"

After thinking for a while, this is the only answer that can come up with.

Lan Xian'er shook her head and said, "You may not believe it when you say it, but it is true."

The name of the wood is unknown, but I still listen patiently.

"In addition to practicing, I also love the art of destiny of nothingness, but I have never learned the method. I am still just mastering the basics. It's just strange to say that after seeing you that day, I actually felt a strange feeling, as if my destiny was related to you, and today, the more wonderful this is.

After saying that, she took out several pieces of Guigu armor from the storage bag, and then silently recited a few spells, the tortoise shell emitted white lights, and these white lights actually flew towards Mu Ming.

"This is a tortoise shell, and it is also a tool to test the way of fate. It is taken from the body of the Busan divine turtle, and the sense of the power of fate is extremely strange."

When Mu Ming saw the white light flying towards him, he felt that his body was suddenly shrouded by a strange force. However, this force did not attack at all. It seemed that it was attracted by Mu Ming's things, but he did not dare to come over and just wandered outside his body.

At this time, the silence in Mu Ming's body trembled slightly. Mu Ming was shocked and thought it was not good, but he had no time to stop it. The white light shook and dissipated.

Lan Xian'er's complexion was even more rosy, and then a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

Mu Ming thought it was not good, so he went forward to support her directly, and used her own cultivation to help her restore her cultivation. However, surprisingly, there was any damage on Lan Xian'er's body, so Mu Ming's Dan Fire was useless.

"This is a backlash of fate. My cultivation level is not enough, and there seems to be a force in your body that does not allow me to detect. It's really weird, but that's just right."

When Lan Xian'er saw Mu Ming's actions, she knew that he did not do this on purpose. Moreover, Mu Ming looked surprised, as if he was unaware of it, and also understood that it was not caused by his power.

"Don't you blame me?"

The woman who had been a bit unreasonable before was said so calmly at this moment, without anger, so she felt strange.

Lan Xian'er gave her a blank look and said, "The power of fate is naturally the power of fate. I have observed you, and you have never practiced this power."

"So that's it, but why do you want to find me?"

The name of the wood is still unsolved, and it is because of the fact that there are cut papers on my body, so this change has occurred.

And I thought that in my deepest memory, the reason why the mountain god wanted to take over himself was because he could not calculate his own destiny and regarded himself as a vain person, so he had the plan to take over his body.

After the skins appeared, the power emitted invisibly gave a trace of one's destiny.

"Is it because of the power of fate emitted by the scribble that made her sense of induction appear? But it is true. For her, the existence of the scribble is like the lights in the dark, allowing her to sense it."

Mu Ming thought about it in his heart, and the more he was confident about this assumption, only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation or practiced the art of destiny can be sensitive to the power of destiny.

Lan Xian'er said again: "After a short time, we will go to that extreme realm, which is full of dangers and even worries about life. I have divined a divination for myself. Perhaps because of the extremely weak power of my destiny, I vaguely saw countless blood lights appear and even heard some painful screams. This is a disaster of blood light, but it is not clear."

When Mu Ming heard this, he was shocked. Is the art of fate really so magical?

Although he knew that the extreme realm was dangerous, Lan Xian'er's cultivation level could feel blood light appear. You can imagine the danger in it. If Mu Ming's cultivation level enters, it is probably... dangerous!

But he said, "Since your cultivation is so tragic, my cultivation is probably even weaker. Moreover, you haven't said what it has to do with me yet."

Lan Xian'er nodded and said, "At first, I was frightened when I saw the Blood Light Disaster, but a trace of peaceful aura emanated from the Blood Light Disaster, and that aura was the turning point."

Wu Ming heard this and knew that she had something to say.

"That breath is the same as yours. I was very familiar with your breath that day at Duan Xiangcheng. Not only did we fight, but my destiny technique is also very familiar with you!"

Although I knew what she was referring to, Mu Ming was still shocked after hearing it.

"I'm afraid my cultivation cannot do anything."

Mu Ming's heart was already in trouble, but his tone was very calm.

Lan Xian'er also nodded and said, "Your cultivation is indeed very low."

Mu Ming was stunned. This was too direct.

But I heard her say, "But I am defeated by you too?"

Mu Ming then smiled, looking at Lan Xian'er's aggrieved and resentful look, Mu Ming felt a little embarrassed.

"Many times, the connection between the power of destiny and cultivation is not very large. There are many forces in the world and many special forces. These forces do not seem very powerful, but they make people feel the most mysterious and even afraid."

When she heard her say this, Mu Ming nodded. There are so many unknown spiritual realms that cannot be touched or touched.

After pausing, Lan Xian'er glanced at Mu Ming and saw Mu Ming's contemplative appearance. Therefore, she thought Mu Ming was a little unbelievable. She said: "Like that witchcraft curses the enemy invisibly, affects a person's luck, and does not even have the chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation. There is also this destiny technique. I just wanted to detect your destiny, but was retaliated by my own destiny technique. Although it did not hurt my body, my soul was attacked."

After saying that, she felt even more aggrieved. She had no hostility to Mu Ming, but she still hurt herself. It was a disaster.

Mu Ming felt sorry for seeing this. Although it was caused by the power of the scribble, it was the power in Mu Ming's body, which made people hurt for no reason. However, his fate stopped him in time and was unable to help her heal her wounds, which made him feel guilty.

"Sorry, my soul wound, my cultivation level cannot help you."

When Lan Xian'er heard this, she shook her head and said, "It's no wonder you. I just hope that if it's really as I foresee, I hope you can help me."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ming nodded naturally to agree.

"All the disciples in the academy should help each other. If they are really as you said then, I will definitely not refuse."

Mu Ming's words were very sincere, and Lan Xian'er felt the promise in her tone and was happy.

Mu Ming continued, "Then why didn't you say it directly? Why did you do this?"

The wooden name refers to Lan Xian'er blocking the way, but the basket misunderstood and his face became unnatural, saying, "I was just caused by your sneak attack, and I was causing this. Moreover, if I told you directly, would you believe it?"

Mu Ming smiled bitterly, knowing that she would have misunderstood, but there was no explanation.

"Then why do you have to compete with me?"

Lan Xian'er was even more angry. She thought Mu Ming was willing to show off.

"If you don't try your skills, how can I know if you really have the ability to help me get rid of the bloody disaster."

After hearing this, Mu Ming also asked a little confused. He had to verify the major matters that were at stake in life and death. Lan Xian'er's move was reasonable.

And the verification is naturally a competition. If the herdsman is vulnerable, how can she be sure that Mumi can help her?

"Then are you sure now? You just said that some of the strength of some power is no longer reflected in the cultivation level." Mu Ming said.

"No, my cultivation is too low." Lan Xian'er shook her head and directly ignored the second half of the Mu Ming's sentence.

Mu Ming replied: "Yes, my cultivation is too low. I may suffer disasters after entering my cultivation. It is reasonable for your cultivation to be covered with blood."

Mu Ming joked, but Lan Xian'er was obviously angry, so there was no misunderstanding this time.

"Damn bastard...you...!"

I wanted to say something harsh, but now I realized that my cultivation was not as good as his. Moreover, I asked for help in the future, so I didn't dare to do anything randomly. I had to stomp my feet and turn around and leave angrily.
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