Immortal Mortal

At this moment in his own world, Mo Wuji was no longer on guard, and all his mind was immersed in finding the nail-headed book feather arrow that had disappeared into his body.

One day passed, two days passed...

When the tenth day passed, Mo Wuji's face turned ugly. He was extremely weak. Not only that, even his vitality network needs the help of the vitality elixir.

As for the aura of nail-headed book feathers and arrows he was looking for, he couldn't catch it at all. Even if the Chu Shen Luo washed his veins and body over and over again, there was nothing abnormal. However, his vitality and charm were constantly being consumed, and later on, even his soul began to become a little unstable.

Fortunately, this was in his own world, otherwise, Mo Wuji suspected that he would not be able to hold on long ago. Even like this, he can't continue to persist.

Mo Wuji stood up with a gloomy face and arrived outside his elixir garden. In addition to the unconscious Ji Li, there is also a saint imprisoned by him, Huan Tiao.

Huantiao seemed to have accepted his fate and stayed quietly in Mo Wuji's elixir garden, occasionally observing the growth of the elixir.

Huan Ti noticed Mo Wuji as soon as he appeared in the elixir garden. He raised his head and glanced at Mo Wuji, and then let out a cry of surprise, Hey, didn't you restrain Ming Yue? Instead, he nailed him Did the arrow hit?

Mo Wuji was not surprised that he had been hit by a nail-headed book feather arrow, and Saint Huantiao noticed it. It would be strange if Huan Tong couldn't see it.

Who is Huantong? He is a saint. It is precisely because Huanciao is a saint that he came here to ask for help today.

Before Mo Wuji could say anything, Huan Tiao smiled and said, It seems like you came to me for help?

Mo Wuji said calmly, Yes, I do need your help. You can ask for whatever conditions you want. Of course, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave here.

Huantiao said calmly, Sorry, I can't help you.

I'll help you pull out the Seven Buddhas. Mo Wuji looked at Huantiao and said.

Huanciao shook his head.

Plus I'll give you Hongmeng's vitality.

Huantiao still shook his head.

I'll give you another piece of Tianji mud. Mo Wuji said this almost through gritted teeth.

Huan Ting looked at Mo Wuji in shock, You actually have Tianji mud?

Huan was not surprised, because this thing was really useful to him. Back then, countless people were killed and injured for a piece of Tianji Ni in the universe. Later, Tian Ji Ni was probably lost in his tower of gods.

Just say it, okay? I like something simple. Mo Wuji could only hold back his displeasure, now he was the one making the request.

After sighing, Huan Tiao said, I have no choice, it's not that I don't want to trade with you. If I really have a way, I will definitely ask us to exchange one life for another. You let me go, and I will tell you the solution. It's a pity. The thing is, I can’t solve the nailhead book.”

Mo Wuji took a breath of air, not even a sage could decipher the nail-headed book. Moreover, the meaning of Huan Tiao's words was obvious. This nail-headed book was for someone's life, otherwise he would not have said that one life would be exchanged for another.

Mo Wuji was very disappointed. If he was really going to fall, he would at least revive Ji Li and kill Huan Tiao before he fell.

Seemingly sensing Mo Wuji's murderous intent, Huanwei sighed, Fellow Daoist Mo, I feel your murderous intent. I know that once you are unable to untie the nail-headed book, I will probably die in front of you, right?

Mo Wuji didn't answer. This was inevitable. He himself had fallen, and he would never let the living Huan Miao exist in his world.

Huantiao hesitated for a moment, and then continued, Fellow Daoist Mo, I heard about a very strange method to break the nail-headed book, but this method is a bit outrageous, because you must first burn your own soul...

Burning the soul? Mo Wuji asked in surprise.

Huanciao nodded, Yes, burn your own soul. After being nailed by the nail-headed book's feather arrow, you must immediately wrap the nail-headed book with your own Taoist charm, and then pull it out in the shortest possible time. Obviously, you didn't do this. Once the nail-headed book is transformed into Taoist aura, more than half of it is wrapped around the Yuan Shen and merged with the Yuan Shen. No matter how strong you are, you cannot peel off the nail-headed book until the Yuan Shen collapses. Nirvana.

You should know how important a monk's soul is. Once the soul is burned, it means that the foundation of the Tao is destroyed. Moreover, by burning his soul, he still cannot completely understand the rhyme of Nailhead Calligraphy. What's even more terrifying is the agony that no one can endure.

Then what? Mo Wuji asked quickly.

Huan Ting chuckled, After the soul is burned, my life is temporarily saved, and then I use the remaining life to force the rest of Nailhead to calligraphy and writing, barely surviving.

Although Huantiao said a way, in fact, this method is really the same as not saying anything. According to Huan Tiao, he has to die in the end.

Mo Wuji had heard of such a terrifying magic weapon as the Nail-Head Book. He had heard of the nail-head Seven Arrows Book before on Earth. In the past, Mo Wuji had only heard of these rumors. China has a long heritage, and there are more myths and legends, which is nothing special.

After he obtained the Tiangang Transformation, Mo Wuji knew that this world was far from what he understood. Just because he doesn't know it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Huantiao provides a way that cannot be eradicated yet, burning the soul.

For other monks, this might be of temporary use, but for Mo Wuji, it was completely useless. He has no Yuan Shen at all, he only has the Great Sea of ​​Consciousness and the Great Lake of Purple Qi in the Great Sea of ​​Consciousness. Without Yuan Shen, how can he burn Yuan Shen?

Mo Wuji sighed and said to Huantiao, I'm so sorry, Saint Huantiao, I have to kill you. I have no way to save myself.

Seeing the old guys from the past appearing one by one, Huan Tiao felt a little bit unwilling. Mo Wuji, whom he was originally very optimistic about, actually didn't even dodge the nail-biting letter from Emperor Mingyue. This was simply...

Wait... Huantiao stopped Mo Wuji's movements, I can't jump to the sky in your world now. You can kill me before you die. Don't worry about it. With you With this method, even if the soul is burned, you can still live for a long time.

Mo Wuji said calmly, I don't want to burn my soul, so you have to leave one step ahead.

Fellow Daoist Mo, I am willing to give a trace of my Taoist soul to drive your brand. You also know that if something happens to you, I will definitely die. Huantiao said again.

Mo Wuji asked in surprise, Fellow Taoist Huan Ting, I remember that you were eager to die at the beginning, why do you want to live now?

For a saint, giving away a trace of his Taoist soul to imprint others is tantamount to selling everything he has. His life and death were in Mo Wuji's hands. Mo Wuji can let him die at any time, and once something happens to Mo Wuji, something will happen to Huantiao as well.

This method was used by Mo Wuji when he was in the world of cultivation. He took in a servant in Zhenxing, named Changsai. According to Mo Wuji's current induction, Chang Sai should still be alive, but he didn't know where. If Huan Ti was added, he would have two servants.

But Huantiao is different from Changsai. He is a saint.

Seemingly knowing what Mo Wuji was thinking, Huanwei sighed, I feel how extraordinary your world is. Although I was a little surprised that you were injured in Ming Yue's hands, I still think highly of you. I'm sure, if I don't If you do this, you will kill me without hesitation. I don’t want to die for the time being, so I can only give away my soul mark.

After saying this, Huanciao laughed self-deprecatingly, A saint... that's all a saint is. I can see through it.

Huan Tiao looked at Mo Wuji calmly. He had decided that if Mo Wuji disagreed, he would commit suicide. A saint also has self-respect. The reason why he does this is that he is unwilling to do so, a strong unwillingness to do so. He hasn't seen Luo Xu die yet, and he hasn't taken revenge yet.

Another thing is that he is extremely optimistic about Mo Wuji's complete world. This world is the most powerful world in the universe he has ever seen. He had a hunch that Mo Wuji would grow up in the future and even surpass the existence of a saint.

Although this was somewhat unrealistic, he still wanted to see it. After all, nothing would be lost if he died. If he didn't die, he would still have a chance to find out.

Moreover, deep in his heart, he had a hunch that Mo Wuji did not seem to die so easily.

Okay, I agree. You can give me your soul of the Great Dao. Mo Wuji nodded and said to Huantiao.

Huan Tiao didn't say anything, and directly took the picture with a trace of the soul of the avenue. After being imprisoned by Mo Wuji for a period of time, he had already understood that the dignity of a saint is not something that cannot be given up compared to life.

Mo Wuji rolled his hand and imprinted Huantiao's Dao Soul before turning around and leaving.

Mo Wuji didn't care about Huantiao's gift of Dao Soul Mark, and he didn't even have any sense of accomplishment. He walked to Ji Li and placed Ji Bing Tianzhu in Ji Li's arms. With his current abilities, there was no way he could save Ji Li. The only thing he can do is to try not to let his world collapse after his death.

After doing this, Mo Wuji once again entered the process of searching for the aura of Nailhead Book Feather and Arrow Dao.

(The second update may push it slightly.)