The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

Qin Mo has been waiting for this stone cave for a while, and Lin Zikai will come to give him a meal every time. Qin Mo did not give up on the question about the whereabouts of Lingyun, but he still did not get any news from Lin Ziwei, and then he stopped talking.

Although I don't know Lin Zi's thoughts, after this period of observation, Qin Mo found that Lin Zikai did not seem to hurt his thoughts, and there was still a bit of confession to please him.

After a few days, Qin Mo decided to eat Lingyue flowers first. It is still unclear whether it is better to improve. He is not worried about what Lin will do to him when he practices. If Lin Zizhen really wants to hurt him, he can already do it with his strength. After all, Qin Mo’s strength is not enough in front of him.

Before the cultivation, Qin Mo ate a condensed **** Dan, so that the body filled with spiritual power and reached a good state, which took up the Lingyue of the bed. Being placed aside for so many days, Lingyuehua is still fresh and delicate as if it had just been picked.

With a wave of his right hand, swallowing Lingyuehua, Qin ink closed his eyes and sat quietly. The original empty stone cave was quiet.

The spiritual power in the body quickly worked, and the muscles in the body appeared clearly in front of him. Qin Mo’s heart was slightly surprised. He did not expect that he had reached the inner vision when he had not yet entered the spiritual silence.

No longer think about it, Qin Mojing looked at the inside of the veins and clearly found that his veins were filled with a lot of lavender power. Since he took the washing fruit, his body became a ray spirit. The original ordinary spiritual power in the body is slowly transformed into a powerful Thunder. At this moment, those thundering spirits exude a dazzling luster, and his meridians continue to flow.

At this moment, a group of white light shattered into his veins, flowing along his veins, and then directly into his Dantian.

This month, the white energy group is the energy contained in the Lingyue flower. This energy is extremely gentle. In a flash, the Lei Ling force in the Qin ink veins has increased a lot. After coming to Dantian, it began to slowly compress his Dantian. Spirituality comes.

Qin Mo is now in the great completion of the foundation, and the spiritual power in Dantian is distributed in a gas-like manner. If not those spiritual powers exude a kind of light lavender light, Qin Mo himself cannot see these spiritual powers.

Under the compression of this Lingyue flower, the original qi spirit has gradually turned into a drop-like liquid. It is strange that it has been quietly waiting for Qin Modan Tianzhong's thunder fire volume to be reduced by a circle, but its color has deepened and the power is not to be underestimated.

The cultivation of Qin Mo was for many days. During this time, Lin Ziyu came several times and saw Qin Mo entering the state of cultivation. He did not disturb him. His heart was a little dark. Although the master is cold, he should still believe him.

On the first day of eating Lingyuehua, Qin Mo did not completely sink into the cultivation. He left a part of his mind and saw Lin Zikai not doing anything to let go of his heart and put himself into practice.

A few days later, Qin Mo’s body flashed, and a slight energy fluctuation swayed around him. He only felt that he was light, and there was a feeling of refreshment from Dantian.

Qin Mo opened his eyes and felt a lot of strength in his body. His eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and he smoothed his hair and smoothed his hair. His mouth twitched slightly. Even if he has not taken care of it for many days, he is still in the dust, and his body temperament is added to the dust.

When Lin Zizhen came in, he saw this scene. He breathed a stagnation and his eyes slipped through a fascinating color.

Seeing Lin Zikai, Qin Mo put away his smile on his face, and once again restored the cold and ice-like appearance, and fixedly looked at Lin Zikai and said: "I want to go out."

Lin Ziyi stunned, Qin Mo in the past few days, in addition to asking him about Lingyun things, he never opened his mouth again, thinking about it, he hidden behind his hands and clenched his hands and saw that Qin Mo seems to have lost his patience, laughing Said: "Okay."

Immediately after the tone, he said: "But you must bring this mask after you go out." The voice just fell, and a silver mask appeared in his hand.

Qin ink has a tight lips and some dissatisfaction in his heart, but he thought he could leave here and he nodded.

Lin Ziwei smiled gently and walked to the front of Qin Mo. He personally brought a mask for him. Qin Mo’s body was stiff, but he only quietly stayed in place.

After standing in the body of Qin Mo, the breath is the refreshing taste of Qin Mo. Lin Zikai took a deep breath and some of them enjoyed the blink of an eye. He has not been so close to Qin Mo for a long time. Thinking of this, his movements on his hands have become slower.

I noticed that the rope on the mask was fastened, and Qin Mo quickly got up and left Lin Zikai.

Lin Ziqi doubled a sigh, and the heart secretly sighed a pity, the fingertips rubbed each other for a while, it seems that there is still a sense of smoothness on the long hair of Qin ink.

Qin Mo is still in white at the moment, because with a silver mask, others can only see his pair of translucent eyes, reddish lips and white and thin chin.

Looking at the squatting body, there was a kind of cold breath of Qin Mo, and Lin Zikai regretted it. He really shouldn’t promise to take the master out. He thought that everyone could see the master like this, his face twitched slightly, but if He is remorseful at this moment, and the master will hate him.

Thinking about it, Lin Zikai was obviously unhappy with Qin Mo's smile on the side: "Master, let's go."

After Qin Mo and Lin Zikai, they walked out of the ground through layers of curved roads. The sky was dark outside, but Qin Mo still took a deep breath, and his nose was filled with free taste.

When the two had just stepped out, there was a refining servant who came forward and bowed down and bowed his face to Lin Zikai: "Former Lin, the palace owner has been waiting for you in the main hall."

Nothing was gentle in front of Qin Mo, Lin Ziyan cold face, nodded, and Qin Mo led the man to the front hall.

On this road, Qin Mo saw a lot of strange humanoid monsters. These monsters have not completely repaired the adult shape. The cultivation is high, that is, the Golden Age, which belongs to the bottom of the Mozu.

As I approached the main hall, Qin Mo heard a sound of singing and dancing from inside, and stepped into it. I felt that I had a flower in front of me. The temple was filled with monks and all kinds of monsters. They might sit or Li, with a smile on his face, staring intently at the center of the hall is dancing a group of clothes to expose the woman.

When Qin Mo and Lin Zikai came in, the atmosphere changed. The eyes of the people drifted toward the direction of Qin and Mo. They saw that they were indifferent to the surrounding environment, and many people showed a stunning color on their faces.

Lin Biao frowned and his face was black. It was disgusting for these people to look at the eyes of the masters. I really wanted to dig their eyes.

The magic master is a group of extremely arrogant people, who generally like to be willful.

Just awkward, a purple man came forward in the crowd, staring at Qin Mo with his eyes fixed, and said with a strong voice: "How about following me? I will be good to you." He saw at a glance Qin Mo only repaired the spiritual silence, and his heart was extremely disdainful, and his right hand directly extended to his chin.

When Qin Mo was cold, he could feel the pressure on him. This man was also repaired by Jin Dan, but he could not deal with it at this time. What's more, he is now in the base of the magic repair, it is not appropriate to act rashly.

The forest in front of him snorted and slammed his hand against the man. The black light flashed and the purple man was shot and flew out. Under the power of this palm, the man's figure continued to retreat, and then directly hit the giant pillar in the temple. The head was directly embedded in the stone pillar and turned into a piece of meat.

Retracting the palm of his hand, Lin Ziyan glanced over the audience gloomyly, and the whole body exuded a thick and gloomy atmosphere. He said in a word: "Who dares to move me to try."

Qin Mo brow wrinkled, but did not say anything.

The scene suddenly calmed down, and even a few women dancing in the center of the main hall stopped their movements.

Although they have seen many **** things in the devil world, it is the Beigong Palace. After all, the North Palace Palace is still sitting on the top. Lin Zikai dares to act so arrogantly. It is too much to look at the palace.

Even if Lin Zhe has a golden Dan period, it is far from the Yuan Ying period. At this moment, everyone's eyes were concentrated on the top of the North Palace.

The man in the sight-collecting place wore a black robes, leaning freely on the wide seat, allowing a few beautiful women to shoulder his shoulders.

He blinked his eyes, and there was no trace of anger on his face. Instead, he smiled and sighed: "Sure enough, the hero is a teenager. I didn't expect Lin Xiaoyou to be a young man. It has been so refined."

Hearing that he said, Lin Zikai put away the color of his face and slowly smiled: "The palace owner has a reputation." Then he ignored the Qin Mo resistance action, took his hand hard and went straight to the Beigong Palace. Sit down at the head of the main position.

The head of the North Palace Palace curiously glanced at the Qin Mo around Lin Zikai, but did not ask much about it. He knew the identity of Lin Zikai and also knew the best way of Lin Zi. For him to be so solemn to treat Qin Mo, he would not say anything more.

Feel free to laugh twice, one clap, the North Palace official said: "Continue."

His voice just fell and the scene boiled again.

Most of the monks in the Devils are bohemian, not playing according to common sense, full of low-level monsters and demons under the magic domain is chaos. For Lin Zikai’s behavior, it’s no stranger to worry about it.

Unlike the righteous monks, they do not intend to cultivate themselves, but instead focus on their own enjoyment. After the order of the North Palace, the man picked up the jug on the table and drank the wine. Some people even picked up the women and repaired them indiscriminately.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Qin Mo’s eyes flashed discomfort. This silk emotion was sharply captured by Lin Zikai. He picked up a jade pot and sipped a glass of wine for Qin Mo. He whispered: “Master, here is the spirit wine. Still good, you may wish to try."