Immortal Mortal

Xing Huang immediately said seriously, Don't worry, the suzerain, I will definitely protect the Tianji sect. Even if I want to leave, at least I will not leave until the Tianji sect has more than two virtual gods.

After finishing speaking, Xing Huang waved his hand, and an exquisite silver spaceship appeared in front of Mo Wuji, Sovereign, this is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it is the most proud work in my refining career. The main purpose of the suzerain is to go to Zhenmo Continent. Ordinary spaceships may not work, so I will give this spaceship to the suzerain.

Mo Wuji and Xing Huang used to take advantage of each other, but after a series of events, the two became friends. Now Xing Huang took out his best flying magic weapon, but Mo Wuji stopped Xing Huang, Guardian Xing, I got a few rings, and they belonged to the real gods in Zhenmo Continent. How could there be no flying magic weapon?

Xing Huang thought so too, the person who came to the Five Elements Domain City with that human fairy king named Gu Qi, the one with the strongest cultivation level is the ninth level of the True God Realm. Thinking of this, he felt a mysterious sense of awe towards Mo Wuji in his heart. Although he hadn't personally seen the strong man behind Mo Wuji kill several true gods with just a few rays of light, he had heard Feng Zhenqiu and others say these things a long time ago.

Will the suzerain go back with me? Xing Huang asked immediately.

Mo Wuji shook his head, No, I'll find a place to refine a few rings, and then leave here directly from Tianhai.

The directions of Tianhai, Tianjizong and Wuxinghuangyu were exactly opposite. Since Mo Wuji planned to leave Tianhai, Xing Huang didn't say much, put away his spaceship and said goodbye to Mo Wuji. He wanted to return to the Tianji Sect, tell Sang Yiping and the others about Mo Wuji's departure, and let Sang Yiping take over as the deputy lord of the Tianji Sect.

He was very optimistic about Mo Wuji, and believed that the next time he saw Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji would be a peerless powerhouse. No matter from what point of view, he must lead Tianjizong well. If Mo Wuji came back and the Tianji sect was in a mess, Mo Wuji might not say anything to him, but the relationship between him and Mo Wuji would definitely weaken.

Watching Xing Huang go away, Mo Wuji turned his head and glanced reluctantly at the huge crater where the heart of Qingjin burned in the distance. In that place, the heart of Qingjin once again melted into a lake of green flames. But that's not his stuff, at least not something he can get his hands on right now.

Mo Wuji shook his head, let go of the greed in his heart, and then chose a direction to leave.

Who doesn't want the heart of Qingjin? As an alchemist, Mo Wuji wants the flame even more. But he is self-aware, and none of the powerhouses in the True God Realm mentioned the matter of subduing Qingjin's heart, just knowing that it is impossible. Jing Gumu had a way to take away Qingjin's heart, even found the ice spirit body, but in the end he couldn't take away Qingjin's heart, so he didn't even think about it.

The flame of Qingjin Heart is really too strong, even if he advanced to the True God Realm, he probably wouldn't dare to stand under Qingjin Heart like Jing Gumu to refine this flame.

Although in the end Jing Gumu was burnt to ashes by him using the attack array to induce Qingjin's heart, but even if he hadn't done it, he still had some doubts about whether Jing Gumu could succeed.

If he had the opportunity to refine the heart of Qingjin, he would not seek death like Jing Gumu, standing directly under the heart of Qingjin. He will refine little by little from the edge, and slowly sharpen the heart of Qingjin little by little.

Thinking of this, Mo Wuji shook his head. Not to mention him, even if Feng Zhenqiu and others came to refine Qingjin's heart from the edge, it would not be realistic.

The flame of Qingjin's heart is so strong that even if it stands on the edge, it cannot be refined by a true god. Unless it can be transformed into extreme coldness, such as the coldness in the underground ice room where he obtained the Infinite Renewing Soul Flower.

Mo Wuji stopped suddenly, he thought of one thing, if he could incarnate that kind of icy cold, could he start refining this kind of fire from the edge of Qingjin's heart?

It is true that he cannot incarnate this kind of icy cold, but he can try the first practice method of Tianlei Seven Forms.

Back when he practiced the first form of the Seven Heavenly Thunder Forms, because of the lack of content, he modified some of the meridian circulation in the sky. As a result, the internal organs were almost burnt by the terrifying heat.

If he uses the modified cultivation method to perform Zhoutian reversal, will it be the opposite of burning all over his body?

Once this thought comes out, it can no longer be contained. Even if Mo Wuji didn't want to think about it, the idea was still swaying in his mind.

Mo Wuji took a deep breath, quickly went to a hill not far away, and simply dug a cave. He wants to go in and try it out, otherwise, this idea will never disappear.

The kung fu was working, and the aura was swept over by Mo Wuji, but this time, he reversed Zhou Tian in the opposite direction of the practice method of thundering out of thin air.

Because he was worried that it would harm his veins, Mo Wuji performed his exercises extremely slowly. Once there is a problem, he stops immediately.

After the first thread was reversed for a week, there was no reaction at all. Mo Wuji was a little disappointed. It seemed that he had imagined something.

Mo Wuji began to try to reverse more than a dozen veins at the same time. His Thunderbolt was originally obtained by using the Immortal Mortal Art's movement technique and practicing it on the basis of the original technique. After Mo Wuji opened up his meridians and practiced, he practiced Immortal Mortal Art to absorb spiritual energy much faster than others who practiced the same technique.

At this moment, more than a dozen of his veins began to reverse Zhou Tian at the same time, as if a devouring storm had formed, and the violent spiritual energy quickly formed one vortex after another in his body.

This absorption speed is even faster than the speed at which he absorbs spiritual energy by practicing the Immortal Mortal Art in a normal way, even more than twice as fast.

Mo Wuji was terrified and hurried to stop, which was beyond his control. At this moment, an icy cold spread from all his veins to his whole body in an instant, and the next moment, he watched helplessly as his hands and feet were frozen. This kind of icy cold penetrated from his veins, then penetrated into his internal organs, and finally froze his body surface. Mo Wuji's heart was cold, this was not what he wanted.

Even if he has stopped the reversal technique, he can still feel that the aura is still undergoing a weekly reversal, and then guides his Yuanli to continue to make his veins move towards a deep level of ice cold.

Mo Wuji's soul was blown away. If this continued, his veins would definitely be frozen, and eventually his whole body would also be frozen. Once his veins are all frozen, even a god can't save him. When his body was hot, he still had the ability to struggle, but at this moment he couldn't even move.

Sure enough, if you don't die, you won't die, Mo Wuji's heart is full of sadness. He must not go on like this. If he goes on like this, he will definitely be finished.

Reversing his modified exercises did turn him into a block of ice, but this block of ice was not what he imagined, but was about to kill him. Mo Wuji wanted to use his mind to use the Immortal Mortal Art to weaken his body that had been frozen by the extreme cold, but his veins were all frozen, so he could only think about it. It can't even change the Zhoutian reversal that is still going on slowly, and the body is still freezing towards a deep level of freezing.

As time passed, his whole body could be stretched apart from his divine sense, and he had no other way.

Mo Wuji gradually despaired, his divine sense swept out, trying to grab a chance to survive. To his disappointment, there was no one here, and there was nothing he could rely on.

Just when Mo Wuji's spiritual thoughts were about to gradually become blurred, his spiritual thoughts caught sight of a slightly fat figure passing by.