Chapter 338

Mo Wuji's aura was stirring all over his body, and the traces of aura in his body could be clearly seen even from the outside. The spirit marrow stone mushrooms beside him shattered more frequently, which shows how fast he absorbs spirit energy at this moment.

"Boom!" As if his entire body had been blasted apart, the one hundred and fifth vein in Mo Wuji's body suddenly connected.

On the twelfth floor of the False God Realm, the vitality in the body surged, and the sea of ​​consciousness expanded again. Not only did the purple lake in the Sea of ​​Consciousness show no signs of disappearing, it actually expanded even more.

Not only that, but the Ziqi on the Ziqi Great Lake is also becoming more solid and thick.

Mo Wuji knew that usually after reaching the False God Realm, a vague primordial spirit would be condensed, but when he reached the twelfth floor of the False God Realm, he did not condense a vague primordial spirit. Except that the purple qi lake was bigger and the primordial power was more surging, there was no difference.

But Mo Wuji didn't care. When others were in Yuandan state, what they condensed was Jindan. When he was in Yuandan state, what he condensed was purple energy.

That being the case, it is normal that he did not condense the illusory primordial spirit in the False God Realm. After his Immortal Mortal Art was modified by him, it was originally a reversal practice, and he didn't care if there was any difference. As long as one can advance, as long as one's cultivation becomes stronger and stronger, nothing else matters.

After being promoted to False God, it took him three months to cultivate from the first level of False God Realm to the third level of False God Realm, and it took him more than three years to cultivate from the third level of False God Realm to opening up the 105th meridian, and to advance to the twelfth level of False God Realm. Still cultivating in this kind of spiritual stone mushroom group, if he wants to advance to the twelfth level of the False God Realm outside, his cultivation time may increase several times.

It took decades to go from the third floor of the False God Realm to the twelfth floor of the False God Realm. At that time, let alone the Half Moon Immortal Palace, even the Full Moon Immortal Palace was gone.

So after advancing to the twelfth floor of the False God Realm, Mo Wuji didn't stop at all. He was still crazily grabbing the aura of the surrounding Essence Stone Mushrooms. He wanted to rush to the True God Realm in one fell swoop.

Only when he reaches the Realm of God and enters the starry sky can he gain a foothold.

There are very few people in this starry sky, and generally speaking, they don't come out to fight. These powerhouses are basically retreating in order to advance to a higher level.

Therefore, whether it is in the starry sky battlefield, the starry sky palace, or the starry sky, the true God Realm is the real master. If you want to keep yourself, you must advance to the True God Realm.

One hundred and five meridians reversed Zhou Tian at the same time, and the speed of sweeping spiritual energy was not as simple as adding one more meridian than before.

The sound of the shattering stone mushrooms around was even denser and more frequent. Mo Wuji did not move at all, still focusing on sweeping the spiritual energy cultivation without distraction.

Ugly Bird, who was hiding on the edge of the protective formation, saw the pieces of spirit stone mushrooms around him shattered after being swept away by Mo Wuji's spiritual energy. He opened his sharp mouth wide and was a little stunned.

After a while, it looked down at the spirit marrow stone mushroom beside it. Many of these spirit marrow stone mushrooms were leftover debris after being eaten by it.

Compared to Mo Wuji, he seemed to be a bit too good at it. Look at others, what they absorb is the essence of the soul, and it eats up all the scum. It's true that people are more angry than people, no, it should be birds than people, birds are more angry.

But it didn't bother it, and soon it followed Mo Wuji's example and sat on the spirit marrow stone mushroom. It wanted to absorb the spiritual energy like Mo Wuji crazily.

Sitting on the ground with three legs looked a little funny, and for the dumping pot who wanted to imitate Mo Wuji, no matter how funny he was, it wasn't a problem.

After an hour passed, Shuiguo found that the spirit marrow stone mushrooms around him hadn't changed at all, nor had it absorbed any spiritual energy. He had no choice but to open his mouth again and swallow a large piece of spirit marrow stone mushroom in front of him, while staring at Mo Wuji with two big eyes.

Shuiguo always thought of himself as an intelligent bird, so he quickly figured out what was going on. It only instinctively eats the marrow, and this old man seems to have a way to suck out the aura in the marrow through some kind of cultivation method.

How can I get my father to teach me the exercises? Swinging the pot's eyeballs wandered around for a long time, and soon it thought of the jade coffin it was guarding.

Inside the jade coffin is the mistress, and the father seems to be very concerned about it.

Thinking of this, the ugly bird, which thought it was smart, started to build a small altar in front of the jade coffin with those spirit stone mushrooms. In front of the altar, a kneeling futon was made.

After doing this, the bird still felt that something was missing. Immediately, it plucked three feathers from its full wings, and inserted them on the altar.

It was almost done now, and he swayed to the spirit futon and tried to worship, but it seemed inconvenient to pray on its three legs.

But it doesn't matter, the old man is still practicing, and he will make another appearance when he wakes up.

As for the three more feathers...

Shuipuo tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a ball of flames. In its inheritance memory, it seems that the three incense sticks must be lit to be sincere.

No, looking at Mo Wuji who was still practicing, he threw the pot and swallowed the flame back. Even if you want to spit out flames and burn the three incense sticks, you have to wait until the old man wakes up and let him see. Otherwise, I will have to pluck three more feathers by then. My own hair is very precious, so I can't just burn it casually.

...

Mo Wuji didn't care at all what he was doing, even if he knew, he wouldn't bother. At this moment, he is determined to cross the False God Realm and advance to the True God Realm in the heavenly realm.

So the speed at which he absorbed the spiritual energy became faster and faster, and it became more and more violent.

As the surrounding spirit stone mushrooms continued to shatter, in the blink of an eye, Mo Wuji practiced again for a year.

Mo Wuji opened his eyes that day, and he sighed inwardly. One year ago, he stepped onto the twelfth floor of the False God Realm, and a year later, he was still on the twelfth floor of the False God Realm, and he hadn't even reached perfection.

With his progress, he might not be able to advance to the True God Realm after ten years of cultivation here.

This is definitely not due to the lack of spiritual energy. There are spiritual marrow stone mushrooms everywhere. In other words, if you want to find a place with spiritual energy comparable to this place, there are really not many places.

It seems that this place is not suitable for advancing to the heavenly realm. If he wants to step into the true god realm of the heavenly realm, he must leave the sea of ​​extreme ice.

Thinking of this, Mo Wuji stood up.

Immediately, he was shocked to find that the dumping pot actually spit out a mouthful of flame, ignited the three feathers, and then solemnly kowtowed in front of the jade coffin. It is extremely funny to see it worshiping on three legs.

"You ugly bird, what are you doing?" Mo Wuji scolded.

After more than four years, throwing the pot is not too ugly. At least the feathers are plump, and the three horns on the head also look very individual. The sharp beak is still sharp, the round eyes are still round eyes, and one of the three feet is not missing.

"Father, I am respectfully and piously worshiping the mistress. May the mistress bless me, so that I can be able to..." Swallowing the pot abruptly swallowed the words of obtaining the cultivation method.

Mo Wuji had a black line on his forehead, "Ugly bird, what did you call me? Who told you to call me Daddy, and if you call again, you will be stewed. Eh, no, when did you know how to talk?"

"Old... I'm called Shuiguo, you can't call me an ugly bird. You just let me take care of the mistress, and you don't let me practice exercises, how can you know when I will speak." Shuiguo finally said his purpose.

Mo Wuji frowned, "You can call him whatever you want, but you are not allowed to call him Daddy."

He was thinking to himself, this bird has three legs and can breathe flames, so he wonders if it has something to do with the three-legged Golden Crow. The three-legged Golden Crow is an ancient mythical beast, but this ugly bird has a triangle on its head, so even if it is a descendant of the three-legged Golden Crow, it will not be a direct descendant.

"Then I'll call you old man? Can the old man give me a copy of the exercises?" Shuipao never forgot to practice the exercises. For this matter, he plucked his feathers and knelt down. He has been waiting for a year.

Mo Wuji stepped into the protective formation, picked up the sharp corner of the pot, and threw the ugly bird aside, "You are the old man, am I very old?"

Seeing that Mo Wuji was in a bad mood, he didn't dare to talk anymore, not even mentioning the matter of exercises.

Mo Wuji walked to Cen Shuyin's side and felt that the jade coffin was safe and sound, and that Cen Shuyin was not harmed at all under the restraint of layers of magic circles he carved, but his heart was filled with sadness.

He sighed for a long time, maybe he is going back to the Lost Continent. He wanted to bury Shuyin next to her mother, no matter what, he wanted her to be with her family. Perhaps in Cen Shuyin's heart, only her mother is the only blood relative.

After a long time, Mo Wuji turned around and said to the dumping pot, "My skills are all cultivated by human monks. If you practice my skills alone, another bird can use them..."

"...I just want to be useful to birds..." Shuigao timidly replied, it was very disapproving. Knowing that there are birds to use, but not cultivating for yourself, this old man, no, even this old man is too stingy.

Mo Wuji stopped talking immediately, he looked at Shuigao speechlessly, and Shuigao wanted to practice exercises, didn't he just want to be useful to birds?

"Forget it, you don't understand. I'm going to dig up a bunch of spirit stone mushrooms, and then we're going to go out. After I get out, I'll find a way to help you practice the bird technique." Mo Wuji waved his hand at Shuguo. He was in a bad mood and really didn't want to talk to this strange bird.

Hearing that Mo Wuji was going to make a trick for himself, his eyes flickered immediately, and his heart was as sweet and refreshing as drinking honey.

After half a month, Mo Wuji stopped digging. The spirit marrow stone mushroom here has been cultivated by him for several years, so there are not many of them. Now that so much has been dug up, there is very little left.

"Shuyin, let's go." Mo Wuji walked up to the jade coffin and held it up with his hands. The dumping pot flew onto Mo Wuji's arm very cleverly. It knew very well that once it lost Mo Wuji's protection, it would turn into nothingness here even if it dumped the pot.

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