Chapter 1328 Preaching

"Mr. Su, you just woke up and your condition is not very good. Go and rest first. I'll clean up this place." Bei Mingxue pointed to the courtyard.

Su Zimo nodded, but did not refuse.

He had just woken up and was about to examine the condition of his body.

Back in the room, Su Zimo frowned as he saw the sea of ​​consciousness.

The power of the Death Spell was cut off by the Qinglian Sword.

But this kind of curse is extremely vicious, and it is still shrouded in the black-haired primordial spirit, and it is impossible to use the consciousness at all.

Not to mention to comprehend the world, practice the exercises, and make progress.

This means that if the power of this curse cannot be removed, Su Zimo's cultivation will always remain at the perfection of the Dharma Phase Realm.

What's worse is that he has never been able to use his mana, and he can't release any meta-mysticism at all!

With the power of the black-haired primordial spirit, it is difficult to remove the power of this curse, and external force must be used.

Su Zimo looked at the lotus pedestal of good fortune where the black-haired Yuanshen sat, thoughtfully.

At this time, due to the existence of the power of the death curse, the fortune lotus platform and the black-haired primordial spirit have been completely isolated, and the rays of light sprayed from the lotus cave cannot pierce the power of the death curse.

If the Fortune Lotus Platform can be restored to its former state and become a real Fortune Green Lotus, the power of the Green Lotus will be prosperous, and it will definitely be able to remove the Death Spell!

It's just, how difficult is it to revive the fortune-telling Qinglian?

This is probably many times more difficult than removing the power of the Death Spell!

Unless there is an ancient divine spring, this is only possible.

But now, only the Valley of Dragon Skeletons exists in the Primordial Divine Spring that Su Zimo knows.

But Qinglian's real body couldn't get in at all.

In the past year of the World War I, the Dragon Clan must have heard the news long ago. I wonder what the Dragon Clan would think when they learned that the Dragon Clan's real body was a clone of his Su Zimo.

The red-haired ghost and some elders of the dragon family are really good to the dragon family.

Now, the real body of the dragon clan has been exiled into the void, and he does not know where to go. Su Zimo feels a little ashamed of the dragon clan and the red-haired ghost.

Thinking of the red-haired ghost, Su Zimo's heart flashed another confusion.

After the ancestor Yuanbei passed away, the red-haired ghost did not return to the Valley of Dragon Skeletons, and no one knew where he went.

Su Zimo suppressed many distracting thoughts and began to close his eyes to rest his mind, trying to communicate with heaven and earth to dispel the power of the Death Spell.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was already late at night.

Su Zimo slowly opened his eyes, smiled bitterly, and shook his head slightly.

Or not.

The witch race's powerful primordial spirit self-destructed, and the curse that was motivated was indeed terrifying!

He was lucky enough to save his life.

If the real body of the dragon clan does not have the Secret Tome of the Demon King of the Great Wilderness, even if he cultivates a powerful primordial spirit, such a terrifying killing technique as the Reverse Scale will not be able to resist the death curse!

"Hoo! Hoo!"

At this moment, there was a sound of fist wind stirring from the courtyard.

Su Zimo walked out of the room and saw a young girl rehearsing nine different movements under the bright moonlight.

I don't know how long it took to practice, the girl's cheeks were dripping with fine beads of sweat, and she looked serious, but she didn't notice Su Zimo beside her.

Su Zimo looked at the full moon above his head and was dazed, as if he had returned to that night many years ago.

It was also in the same moonlight, under a tree with falling peach blossoms, a woman gave him a chance to lead him into practice!

"Mr. Su."

At this moment, a voice sounded in the courtyard, but it was Bei Mingxue who saw Su Zimo, stopped, gasped slightly, and called out.

Su Zimo nodded and said, "This is martial arts."

"Yes."

Bei Mingxue said: "The wild martial arts establish the Dao, and the martial arts can be practiced even if there is no spiritual root. I don't know if Mr. has a spiritual root, but have you tested it?"

"Tested, no."

Su Zimo shook his head.

"That's okay."

Bei Mingxue smiled and said, "If Mr. Su wants to practice, you might as well try to practice martial arts. I practiced for about a year, and I consciously became stronger and gained a little."

Seeing Su Zimo's indifferent expression, Bei Mingxue didn't seem to be interested. After thinking about it, he said, "Even if Mr. Su doesn't want to step into the realm of self-cultivation, it's good to practice martial arts and keep fit."

"Actually, I also know a little about this martial arts."

Su Zimo smiled slightly.

"Ah? Do you understand, sir?"

Bei Mingxue asked in surprise.

"Um."

Su Zimo nodded and said, "You're doing something wrong."

Bei Mingxue frowned, looked at Su Zimo suspiciously, and said, "This is a Daoist movement handed down by Huangwu, I have already memorized it by heart, how could there be a mistake."

Su Zimo didn't say much, just in front of Bei Mingxue, he rehearsed the nine movements of the first change of martial arts.

"This...what's the difference?"

Bei Mingxue was still a little puzzled.

The movements of the two are almost the same.

There are just some subtleties, there are some differences.

"You must know that there are nine changes in martial arts, and each change has only nine movements. These nine movements are tempered after countless years of deduction, and there is no room for mistakes!"

Su Zimo said solemnly: "It looks like there are only some subtle differences, but the difference is a thousand miles away!"

Bei Mingxue was still dubious.

After all, she used to be a cultivator, and she also cultivated to the Golden Core Realm.

Whoever it is, who is guided by a mortal who has no cultivation base, will be suspicious.

When she thinks about it, you are a mortal, and you are not a Daoist of Huangwu. How can you understand Huangwu's thoughts?

Bei Mingxue said: "Mr. Su, I don't seem to have any problems with my practice. Over the past year, my strength has grown. Although I still can't reach the strength of nine bulls, I have the strength of five bulls!"

Su Zimo said lightly: "At your speed of cultivation, how many changes in martial arts can you achieve after three years? The third or fourth change? In the great family competition, facing Dongfang Zhi and the like, you still have to suffer. Bullying, let alone revenge."

Bei Mingxue was silent.

She knew that Su Zimo was right.

According to her cultivation speed, it would take at least ten years to cultivate to the Qi and Blood Golden Core!

Su Zimo added: "Furthermore, if you cultivate like this, you may be able to condense the Qi and Blood Golden Elixir in the future, but your achievements will be limited. Don't even think about cultivating to the back of the stepping cloth Gang, the King Kong is not bad or even the power of the dragon elephant! "

With Bei Mingxue's talent, even if he is groping for cultivation, he can still cultivate to the sixth change of martial arts, which is the golden elixir of qi and blood.

In this way, she has the opportunity to condense the primordial spirit and step into the primordial infant realm.

But Su Zimo knew very well that the sixth transformation of martial arts was not the end at all!

The three transformations after the martial arts are the true essence of the "Martial Classics", that is the reborn and the anti-sky means to suppress the same level!

Today, Bei Mingxue's foundational cultivation is problematic, and his future achievements are bound to be limited!

Bei Mingxue listened to Su Zimo's eloquent words, and she couldn't help but feel a little shaken in her heart.

Su Zimo shook his head slightly, stretched out his toes, and kicked more than ten places on Bei Mingxue's body in a row!

Bei Mingxue clearly saw Su Zimo kicking over, but for some reason, he couldn't dodge at all, and there was a stinging pain in his body.

Her movements changed subconsciously.

Just after this action was frozen, a burst of heat suddenly surged up in her body, as if her body was burning, and the essence was melted into the flesh and blood!

In just an instant, she was sweating profusely!