Magic weapon, magic weapon, spiritual weapon, spiritual treasure.
In the entire Mo clan, there are very few young men of the same generation who can possess magic weapons.
There are only two people who possess magic weapons.
One is Mo Haoming, who is known as the first genius in the clan and the only grandson of the great elder Mo Tianyuan.
The other one is Mo Ning'er, the daughter of the clan leader Mo Wanjun.
As for the spiritual weapons, not even the twelve elders in the clan own them all.
Mo Lang is one of them, otherwise he wouldn't covet Mo Cang's relics.
Because among Mo Cang's relics, there is a spiritual weapon.
"Xuanyu...
Elder, this, this..."
Mo Zhiyao suddenly felt that the thing in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pieces, and his mind was so agitated that he even hesitated to speak.
"My child, after your father passed away, I failed to take good care of you, which caused you to suffer a lot.
I have always felt guilty.
Now that you have finally succeeded in forming a human pattern, I wanted to keep you by my side and take good care of you.
Guidance.
But you should have your own path to take now, and I won't stop you."
Elder Xuanyu said with relief and sadness.
"You are out training alone, and I can't help you.
If you take this spiritual weapon with you, it may be able to save your life in critical moments."
"However, this spiritual weapon is too valuable for Zhiyao to accept."
Mo Zhiyao stood up and said with a sincere expression.
Elder Xuanyu was right.
A spiritual weapon was really the key to survival at a critical moment.
This gift was too heavy for Mo Zhiyao to accept.
"Hahahaha, silly boy.
Old man, I am over a hundred years old this year.
If something big doesn't happen in the clan, I won't go out at all.
Besides, I am alone and have no children.
I have long regarded you as my grandson.
Everything is yours sooner or later.”
"But your situation before, I gave you, but harmed you.
Now it is different.
Seeing that you dared to take Mo Lang's bet before, I don't know why you are so confident, but you must have your reasons. .
Then these things of mine are naturally left to you.
Is it possible that I have to take them to the coffin or give them an advantage?"
Elder Xuanyu looked at Mo Zhiyao in front of him with a kind smile.
The color of pampering.
"Grandpa Xuanyu" Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly turned red, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Elder Xuanyu respectfully.
Elder Xuanyu was so excited when Mo Zhiyao called him "Grandpa" that the light in his eyes made his vision blurry.
He stood up and came to Mo Zhiyao, helped Mo Zhiyao up, reached out and stroked the top of Mo Zhiyao's head, and said with a choked voice: "Good boy, good boy..."
From this moment on, the two people who were both alone became the closest relatives in the world.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of their eyes, the two sat down again.
Elder Xuanyu said to Mo Zhiyao: "This spiritual weapon is called Ling Xiao.
It has only one function, which is to fly in the sky."
Monks, only when they have reached the fourth level of returning to the divine realm can they step into the void and soar into the sky.
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Until then, all I can do is look at "emptiness" and sigh.
Flying treasures are precious here, allowing monks under the realm of gods to have the power to fly.
Flying treasures are even rarer than attack and defense treasures.
They can be said to be unique and precious, which is evident from the fact.
Therefore, all flying treasures are respected as spiritual weapons.
"Yu Yaoyao, with your current cultivation level, you still can't use this Ling Xiao.
Only if the number of human patterns reaches six or more, can you barely use it.
If you want to be able to do whatever you want, you must reach sixteen or more human patterns.
That's fine.
Of course, what I'm talking about is the total number of human marks, and it has nothing to do with realm."
Elder Xuanyu told Mo Zhiyao sternly.
"So, I suggest that when you are practicing, you should not go too deep into the Black Lotus Mountain Range.
At least wait until after the sixth pattern and be able to use Ling Xiao, and then go a little deeper."
"Yes, Zhiyao understands."
Mo Zhiyao nodded, but secretly thought that although he only had three human lines, if he added the two magic lines, it would be five.
As long as one more magic pattern is condensed, the minimum requirement for using "Ling Xiao" has been reached in terms of quantity.
But Mo Zhiyao was not sure whether human patterns and magic patterns could be simply added together.
Only by trying it would he know.
Later, Elder Xuanyu first helped Mo Zhiyao refine "Ling Xiao" and then told him how to use it.
The refined "Ling Xiao" was hidden on Mo Zhiyao's back and could be used as long as enough spiritual power was injected into it.
"By the way, the Nayu space in your body is enough.
Is there anything else that needs to be prepared?"
Elder Xuanyu asked in detail like he would a wanderer leaving home.
Nayu is an ordinary magic weapon used by monks to place their belongings.
There is a space inside, and it can hold other items except living objects.
However, the size of the space depends on the quality of the jade.
Generally speaking, it is the size of a hundred feet in diameter, which is enough for use.
"Everything is ready.
Yesterday I arranged for my servants to prepare a lot of water and food, as well as some clothes and other supplies.
As for the belongings, dad left me a lot, which is enough for me."
Mo Zhiyao nodded and said .
Mo Zhiyao's life of living like a baby and drinking blood was enough.
When he came back this time, the most he brought with him was food.
As for the others, you are going to practice by yourself, not for fun, and there is no need to carry them.
The grandfather and grandson chatted until late at night.
Elder Xuanyu reluctantly sent Mo Zhiyao out of the door.
He watched the young eagle leave alone and begin his life journey of fighting against the sky.
Farewell to Elder Xuanyu, Mo Zhiyao unfolded his body skills and blended into the night.
Mo Zhiyao had a special liking for darkness, and he chose to leave at midnight.
After leaving Mo Mansion, Mo Zhiyao took one last look at this place that chilled him.
The curve of his mouth was extremely cold: "Mo family, I will be back.
When the time comes, you will have to pay me double what you owe me."
Come back” Turning around, Mo Zhiyao left without any nostalgia.
For half a month, Mo Zhiyao stayed day and night and finally returned to the Black Lotus Mountains.
Living in the dense forest, Mo Zhiyao breathed in the dewy air, so comfortable that the pores in his body seemed to be vomiting wantonly.
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The red light flashed unscrupulously in his eyes, this would be his first step towards reaching the top.
With a kick on the ground, Mo Zhiyao's ape-like figure sank into the dense forest that blocked the sky and the sun, and thus began his journey of killing and promotion.
"Shua", the sharp blade-like palm passed across the neck of a gigantic one-horned stone ape, as strong as a small mountain.
It brought up a cloud of blood mist, and at the same time, a shrill scream resounded through the sky.
Mo Zhiyao's ghostly figure circled behind the one-horned stone ape, put his feet on the ground, leaped into the air, curled his fingers like hooks, and thrust them into the top of its head.
The rock-hard skin of the one-horned stone ape was as fragile as paper in front of Mo Zhiyao.
Several black lines penetrated into it.
After just a few breaths, the struggling one-horned stone ape fell to the ground with a splash.
A cloud of dust arose.
The red light in Mo Zhiyao's eyes became brighter and brighter, exuding a strong sense of blood.
With a wave of his arm, the huge corpse disappeared into thin air.
"Huh" Mo Zhiyao let out a long breath, the red light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by excitement.
Raising his left arm, five human patterns and five magic patterns were clearly visible.
The fifth magic pattern has been completely condensed after swallowing the life essence of the one-horned stone ape just now.
In just one month, his cultivation has reached such an advanced level, and the smoothness far exceeded Mo Zhiyao's expectations.
The three newly condensed magic patterns came at the cost of the lives of nearly a thousand monster beasts.
Although the condensation of the two human patterns was within Mo Zhiyao's expectation, the smoothness of the process surprised him.
I think it must be related to Mo Zhiyao's tireless practice in the past seven years.
Seven years of accumulation, thick and thin, and the rich spiritual energy accumulated in these seven years allowed Mo Zhiyao to condense the human pattern so smoothly.
Sitting down against an ancient tree, Mo Zhiyao turned over his hands and took out a bag of water, drank it happily, and slowly recovered the energy he had spent before.
Mo Zhiyao was currently in an extremely deep position.
Although it was still a long way from the deepest hinterland of the Black Lotus Mountains, the monsters that appeared here were already extremely powerful.
Like the one-horned stone ape just now, it already possesses high intelligence.
After resting for a while, Mo Zhiyao stood up, moved his body, and prepared to go deeper.
A gust of wind blew from the forest, blowing over Mo Zhiyao's face and rustling the branches and leaves.
Mo Zhiyao's expression suddenly changed, his ears trembled slightly, and he caught an inaudible sound.
As the number of condensed magic patterns increases, the compatibility between the eternal magic element in the body and Mo Zhiyao becomes more and more obvious, and the sensitivity of Mo Zhiyao's various senses also increases exponentially.
Especially the perception of danger is even sharper than that of ordinary monsters.
This mysterious intuition allowed Mo Zhiyao to avoid several fatal crises.
Mo Zhiyao could faintly smell the smell of blood in the gust of wind that blew in his face just now.
And this trace of blood smell is from human beings It was not easy for anyone to set foot in the Black Lotus Mountain Range.
Mo Zhiyao and the mysterious man had lived on the edge for ten months without seeing a single person.
Here, it was even deeper, and someone actually appeared.
Mo Zhiyao frowned, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and finally became resolute.
The ghostly figure swept away in the direction where the smell came from, without making even a sound as it moved.
Condensed the breath all over the body, even the breathing became vague and non-existent.
If Mo Zhiyao stood still at this moment, even the most sensitive monster would not be able to detect his presence unless he was standing in front of him.
After walking for about ten miles, the field of vision in front of him became wider, and the scene that came into view made Mo Zhiyao's pupils suddenly shrink.
In a relatively open space, a huge monster beast was fighting with a human monk.
And that monk, Mo Zhiyao recognized, was the young man in colorful clothes who stood behind Fu Kuan in the Shanyuan Building a month ago, and whom Mo Zhiyao introduced as his rival: