Spiritual Recovery: The Strongest Replication System

Zhuge Wuyi soon saw the gentian silver spear lying quietly beside the fire, and knew that he had to ask more, and said again: "He told you my name?"

Qin Mu nodded again.

Zhuge Wuyi frowned and said, "My name is Zhuge Wuming, not Zhuge Wuyi."

"A name."

"You are an amazing friend, you are my friend, but I don't want someone to call me Zhuge Wuyi, otherwise I will kill you."

Zhuge Wuyi obviously cared about this title very much, when he spoke agitatedly, the wound on his shoulder opened again, and the bright red blood stained his clothes again.

"Alright, alright, Chief Zhuge, you can call it whatever you want, don't get excited."

Zhuge Wuyi circulated the power of Xuanyin to stop the bleeding from the wound.But the gentian silver gun contained the power of the earth dragon, and Zhuge Wuyi's wound also had the power of the earth dragon, so the wound solidified very slowly and recovered very slowly.

"Master Zhuge, eat something to satisfy your hunger first."

Zhuge Wuyi was not polite either, he picked up the grilled fish and ate it, showing no feminine image at all.

After a while, Zhao Jingjing came over and saw Zhuge Wuyi's complexion improved a lot, said: "No matter what, I still want to thank you this time, but you are not worth it."

Zhuge Wuyi looked at the flames, and said very calmly: "Whether it's worth it or not is up to me, I think it's worth it."

"You are still as stubborn as you were when you were a child."

Zhuge Wuyi said: "But you have changed."

Zhao Jingjing didn't answer the words, time is not forgiving, not everyone can keep their original aspirations and keep their original aspirations.

What's more, Zhao's astonishing experience is doomed to change his life trajectory, and his mind will naturally change accordingly.

They simply ate something and chatted for a while. Of course, it was more of Qin Mu and Zhao's astonishing gossip.

Zhao Jingjing decided to return to Sichuan City. He has been wandering outside for a long time. On the one hand, he was forced by the Five Tigers Gang, and on the other hand, he was also trying to hone his strength. hand, without fear of anyone.

The night was dark, because Zhuge Wuyi was still very weak, Qin Mu and Zhao Jingjing decided to take turns to watch the night.

Although the wound was still aching, but healed up quickly, Qin Mu thought about recalling the Dragon Emperor's ultimate move, Baichuan Jianliu, taught by the Black Dragon Soul.

Turning energy into a sword requires perfect control of the body, making full use of every ounce of energy, and more importantly, strong mental power to control hundreds of sword energy at the same time.

Plenty of strength and superhuman mental strength are indispensable.

Qin Mu closed his eyes and felt the flow of power in his body and the rhythm of breathing when the black dragon soul controlled his body. A sharp and powerful sword in front of him gradually took shape, turning into sword energy, sharp and sharp, piercing the air.

The second sword of strength appeared gradually, but failed to take shape after all, and the first sword also dissipated suddenly.

Qin Mu was not discouraged. The Black Dragon Soul had lived for countless years, and its strength was unimaginable to Qin Mu. It can instantly cast the Dragon King's Extinction, which is understandable.

Baichuan Jianliu, such a powerful move, bridged the insurmountable gap between warriors and profound masters with one move. Qin Mu never thought that he could comprehend such a move easily.

There are two problems that need to be overcome. First, Qin Mu's control over Jinli needs to be improved, so that he can better gather the sword of Jinli; second, his mental control ability is too weak, and he can't use it with one mind at all, let alone With one mind and one mind, he can control hundreds of powerful swords at the same time.

Failure is the mother of success. If you fail once, do it again, and if you fail twice, you will do it a thousand times.

As long as the effort is deep, the iron pestle will be ground into needles.

Qin Mu made up his mind to practice Baichuan Jianliu's move. Sichuan City is not like Mianzhou City. The spiritual cultivation forces are intricate, and all the powerful warriors and mysterious masters in the entire Southwest Region are concentrated in Sichuan City.

In such a place, only if you are strong enough can you deal with things calmly and respond to all changes with the same.

There is not a single mysterious master in Mianzhou City, but in Sichuan City, because of the emergence of ancient forces one after another, powerful mysterious masters are also appearing in the world one after another.

Facing the mysterious master, Qin Mu had to practice the Baichuan Jianliu as soon as possible to be able to fight.

One sword succeeded, but the second sword failed again. Time and time again, Qin Mu kept trying.

Finally, the second sword took shape in front of Qin Mu, and the two swords stood side by side, inspiring and extremely fierce.

Qin Mu's face was sweating like rain, and his breathing became short of breath.Constantly practicing the Sword of Strength once again exhausted all his physical strength. Fortunately, he finally managed to condense the second sword, which can be regarded as some progress.

Unknowingly, the night has entered the second half of the night, the sky is full of stars, but there is no moon.

However, in the starry sky lacking the moon, the stars shine even more, especially Jupiter, which is extraordinarily bright, like a big lamp embedded in the night sky.

Afterwards, Zhao Jingjing woke up, Zhao Jingjing began to be on duty, Qin Mu was too tired, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Jingjing sat beside the fire, watching the flickering flames, full of thoughts.

In fact, the Unbeaten bloodline was completely awakened in his body, and after forming the mysterious seal, some exclusive memories belonging to the Unbeaten bloodline appeared in his mind.

Inherited marksmanship, the power of blood.

Every era has its limitations. Thousands of years ago, when the aura withered, the limit of undefeated blood was Zhao Yun, the ever-victorious general Zhao Zilong.

The power of blood made Zhao Yun change his fate against the sky, and he was victorious in all battles.

In a more distant time and space, Zhao Jingjing caught a glimpse of a stalwart figure, with the invincible gun in his hand, with the power to shatter the sky.

But because the time was too long and his memory was blurred, Zhao Jingjing couldn't see it clearly.

"What are you thinking?"

Only then did Zhao Jingjing realize that Zhuge Wuyi also woke up at some point, Zhao Jingjing said: "I didn't think about anything, why can't you fall asleep?"

Zhuge Wuyi sat next to Zhao Jingjing and said: "I've been asleep for so long, it's no wonder I can still sleep."

Zhao Jingjing usually talks a lot, but he doesn't know what to say when facing Zhuge Wuyi.

When the wind blows, the fire laughs, but people are silent.

It was Zhuge Wuyi who broke the deadlock and said, "What are your plans when you return to Sichuan this time?"

Zhao surprised and said: "Going back this time, I plan to go to a place."

"Where?"

"Crouching Dragon Valley."

Wolong Valley is where Wolong Pavilion is located.

"Have you decided?" Zhuge Wuyi had actually guessed it, but she didn't want to hear such an answer.

"It's been ten years, it's time to go back and have a look. Since God gave me a chance, I will eventually take back everything I lost ten years ago." Zhao Jingjing's eyes were firm, and his words were unquestionable.

Zhuge Wuyi said: "Okay, I won't persuade you, I will go back with you."

Zhao Jingjing frowned and said: "This is my business, you don't need to intervene."

Zhuge Wuyi said indifferently: "That's my home, I can go back whenever I want."

Zhao Jingjing's heart was stung. It used to be his home, but now there is an enemy in front of the word "family", which has become an enemy, and it is a bloody enmity that cannot be resolved.

Zhao Jingjing got up slowly, walked to the riverside, let the river wind pat his solid chest, and said: "It's better to be like this."

Zhuge Wuyi heard the indifference in Zhao Jing's words, and said coldly: "If you die, I will collect your body."

Zhao Jingjing smiled coldly, and said: "Even if I die, I won't bother Zhuge Gangzhu. Besides, who knows who will win?"

"Do you really think that you can do whatever you want after becoming a sealer and obtaining the gentian and silver spear? Wolong Pavilion has existed for thousands of years, and its background is deep and bottomless. Don't say that you are a mere mysterious master, even if you are a soul master in the state of soul. Don’t be ashamed to speak out.”

Zhuge Wuyi was inexplicably angry, and Zhao Jingjing couldn't stop her from wanting revenge, and she had no reason to stop her.But Zhao Jingjing is too arrogant, so arrogant that he doesn't even know how much he weighs.

Crouching Dragon Pavilion was established by Zhuge Kongming, even if Zhao Yun, the ancestor of Zhao Jing, was resurrected, he would not dare to act recklessly.

Zhao Jingjing knew that Zhuge Wuyi was angry, and it was just to let him recognize the reality, and not to lose his life for nothing.

However, since the door of hatred has been opened, there is no possibility of closing it.

This flame of hatred was almost extinguished in the past ten years, but the spiritual energy made it rekindle, Zhao Jingjing said coldly: "Zhuge Wuyi, don't forget your identity, what qualifications do you have to teach me."

Zhuge Wuyi heard Zhao Jingjing's words, and suddenly said sadly: "I forgot, you hate all Zhuge's family members, and my surname is also Zhuge. In your heart, I am also an enemy, right?"