Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

I don't know how long it took.

The strong feeling of weightlessness finally disappeared, but there was still no sense of reality under their feet. They did not land on the ground.

Li Mo finally regained consciousness.

He suddenly found that behind him was a cloud with seven-color brilliance. It was because of this strange cloud that they did not suffer any harm.

And these rosy clouds all flowed out from the cracks of the stone door not far away.

"Thank you, you can let go."

A cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Uh..."

Li Mo didn't come back to his senses for a while.

That beautiful and flawless face was very close to him, and he could even feel the warm breath.

Because he hugged too tightly, he could still feel Bingtuozi's heartbeat through his clothes.

It is well known.

When people fall into the water or fall from a high altitude, they will subconsciously grab everything they can hold on to.

Student Li was a little embarrassed for a while.

He seemed to be worrying about nothing and doing unnecessary things.

Li Mo coughed lightly, let go of her and stood up, pretending to look around:

"Where is this? I haven't heard of such a place under Qingyuan."

"You asked me to come to Wangyue Cliff, just to bring me here?"

"Yes."

Ying Bing nodded, without much explanation.

"How do you know this place?"

Li Mo asked casually.

When people are embarrassed, they talk a lot of nonsense.

Ying Bing lowered his eyes and said lightly: "I came here in a dream."

If you regard what happened in the previous life as a dream, it is not wrong to say so.

After her rebirth, many things have changed.

But fortunately, the call of this place to her has never disappeared.

Even if other people have a hundred lives and jump down from Wangyue Cliff, they can't come to this inheritance in Qingyuan.

Even if they come, they can't enter the inheritance smoothly, and can only be trapped in the glow.

"Let's go."

Ying Bing subconsciously put his hand on his waist, but touched nothing.

"Use mine."

The words fell.

In her hand, there was an ordinary green steel sword with some rice-sized gaps on it.

It seems that it was not as easy for him to come to Wangyue Cliff as he said?

Ying Bing suppressed his thoughts, nodded slightly, and walked forward with the sword.

Li Mo followed her side, alert to the surroundings.

Since it is inherited.

Then maybe... there is still some kind of test?

The thought just fell.

Woo——

A piercing wind blew, causing a chill in the depths of the soul.

"Come down... accompany me..."

"Why are you still alive!"

"Chance... peerless opportunity... take me in with you..."

The overlapping whispers floated from the wind.

"Be careful."

"Don't be too far away from me."

Ying Bing's clear voice came.

"What are these?"

Li Mo looked around with the light of the Xia Bridge.

He found that the dark clouds were surging, and from time to time, hideous and painful faces flashed by.

In the past, Ying Bing would definitely not bother to explain.

But today, he actually explained his doubts for him:

"When a warrior reaches the realm of observing the gods, he can observe the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, exotic flowers and plants, various exotic beasts, and even the wonders of heaven and earth to temper his spirit. When he reaches the state of observing the gods, he can even leave his body and control things with his spirit."

"Therefore, if a warrior above the realm of observing the gods dies, his heart is obsessed, and a wisp of spirit is not destroyed, it will turn into a yin object."

"Yin objects cannot see the sun, so there are so many here."

Student Li understood.

It is easy to imagine that many people must have had the idea of ​​exploring Qingyuan and put it into practice.

There are many strong people among them.

Obviously, they all failed.

A wisp of obsession remained here forever, guarding the Nine-Colored Yuanhuang inheritance that he could never enter again.

"Yin objects..."

The cold wind carried the Yin objects and attacked from all directions, and Ying Bing beside him suddenly made a move.

Clang——

This was the first time Li Mo saw Ying Bing take a serious move.

The sword light surged, blooming hundreds of sword flowers.

Each sword flower accurately hit a Yin object and repelled it fiercely.

Perfection realm flower-seeking sword technique!

However.

This attack was enough to make the Inner Breath Realm retreat, but after hitting the Yin object, it did not cause any damage.

It just beat the opponent back into the clouds, and it would come back again soon.

"Go faster, Yin objects are not afraid of swords and weapons..."

Ying Bing hadn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, a trace of warmth and peace came from behind.

On Li Mo's chest, a feather shape lit up in the brocade bag.

Fire Sparrow Feather.

Pure Yang and positive, it is the nemesis of evil and turbid things.

Li Mo threw a punch lightly.

There was actually a thin layer of Fire Sparrow Yang Qi attached to the fist.

"Hehehehe....."

The Yin object on the opposite side obviously did not have a complete consciousness.

So it did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

Swish!

It was as if ice and snow met boiling oil.

The thick ink-like figure of the Yin object began to melt and disintegrate almost instantly.

It instinctively wanted to retreat.

But it was directly pierced by Li Mo's punch.

Puff——

The Yin object dissipated.

"There is a trace of Phoenix clan breath in that brocade bag."

"It should be left by some bird with the blood of the real Phoenix?"

Ying Bing's tense body relaxed a little.

In this way, there is no need to distract to take care of him.

But...

Why did Li Mo stand there all the time and not move?

Student Li was a little stunned.

Because just now, the system actually sent a prompt.

[Congratulations to the host, successfully invested, helped 'Xia Rong' eliminate obsession and get rest.]

[Investment feedback: One year of martial arts enlightenment.]

Li Mo: "! "

Killing evil spirits can actually be considered as investment feedback?

No wonder they say that saving the souls of the dead is considered meritorious deeds...

So.

Li Mo looked at the shadows rolling in the mist, his eyes showing some eagerness to try.

Even a mosquito leg is meat.

The reward should be asked for.

Li Mo was about to continue, and found that Bingtuozi was looking at him with a frown.

"Ahem."

"Many of these evil spirits are predecessors of Qingyuan Sect."

"Since it is a piece of cake, let them rest in peace. "

Student Li said seriously.

Ying Bing pursed her lips slightly, with a faint twinkle in her eyes.

In the end, she didn't urge him, but waited quietly by the side.

If there were any evil things coming towards her, she would drive them towards Li Mo.

It was cool.

Li Mo was very satisfied.

Men and women work together, and the work is not tiring.

But after two incense sticks, the evil things were basically cleared away, and even the air seemed less cold.

In return, a series of investment feedback was obtained.

Roughly speaking, the martial arts perception has been eighty-six years, plus the original, it has almost reached two hundred years.

There are also some sundries.

There are remnants of soldiers, elixirs with different effects, gold and silver, and even a few land deeds. I don't know if they are still valid now.

"Thank you."

Li Mo smiled from the bottom of his heart and bowed to Ying Bing.

"Yeah. "

Ying Bing sheathed her sword, and a strange feeling in her heart arose inexplicably.

Sometimes she couldn't understand why Li Mo did such a useless and time-wasting thing.

But the feeling after finishing it.

It doesn't seem to be annoying?

Shaking her head, she took a few steps forward and finally stood in front of the moss-covered stone door at the gate of the inheritance site.

Pressing the stone door with her bare hands.

Buzz——

A strange vibration came.

Dust fell, and the stone door slowly opened.

The peach-colored luster flowed out, filling the surrounding space.

The light suddenly became brighter, and Li Mo subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, looking into the door through his fingers.