PFC Chapter 376 It’s all as it should be (Added)
Chapter 376 It’s all as it should be (Added)
"When will the Shinto be opened?"
"I don't know, but it should be soon!"
Wan He frowned: "Master, is he cultivating the divine way?"
After ascension, directly transform into a god?
"What's so good about cultivating immortality?"
Yan Mo asked in a lazy voice, Wan He suddenly stopped being in a hurry to kill Song Zhi, and his figure turned around and disappeared from the place.
The spiritual power around Yan Mo fluctuated, and the girl's charming figure stepped out.
"That disciple doesn't want to become an immortal either!"
Yan Mo raised his eyes: "What do you want to cultivate?"
"How about cultivating demons?"
Yan Mo curled his lips: "Yes!"
Wan He shrugged: "Forget it, you are spoiling me. Since the demon bones and demon feathers are gone, and the soul cannot be found, it is God's will, then I will also enter the divine way!"
Yan Mo met the girl's eyes and saw the extremely serious attitude. His fingertips rubbed the rim of the cup, sliding over it little by little and moving forward little by little.
"also may!"
he said.
The two words can be light or heavy. In the moonlight, they are like a faint sigh.
Wan He suddenly couldn't understand him. Although he was so close, he found that Yan Mo was surrounded by a layer of fog.
"If you don't go, your fifth senior brother should be worried!"
Wan He was awakened by Yan Mo's words. She seemed to be distracted just now, staring at Yan Mo's face. Was she distracted?
Coming out of the bamboo house, Wan He frowned lightly. This night, he gave a barbecue, a song "Dream of Zhuangsheng", a Yang A box, a wisp of earth soul, and a pine tree. Covered in bruises.
Song Zhi's cultivation was in the late stage of integration, and she always felt that she succeeded too easily, but she didn't know whether Song Zhi was willing to let her succeed, or whether Yan Mo secretly blessed her from the other side.
Her cultivation had advanced to the early stage of distraction, and she could clearly see Song Zhi's cultivation, but not Yan Mo's. So Yan Mo wanted to move his fingers around her to give a little help, but she really couldn't notice it. .
How far had Yan Mo's cultivation reached?
Everyone was cultivating immortality, but he was the only one cultivating god. She admitted that when she first heard the news, the shock in her heart was as high as Mount Everest.
To become a god, you must first be a divine fetus, so Yan Mo...
Wan He didn't dare to think deeply. She suddenly felt that maybe she should understand the truth about Bai Yuan's death.
After the girl left the bamboo house, the figure on the bamboo platform turned into an afterimage and appeared on the opposite side in an instant.
"The island master slept very well. It seems that my disciple's ability to help him sleep is first-class.
Since the disciples are so enthusiastic, how can Master not do something?
Then... let me give you a - forgetting curse, right?
You’re welcome, it’s all as it should be! "
The sky was bright and Song Zhi was woken up by Wen Zhuo in panic.
"Master, master?
What’s wrong with you? "
Songzhi opened his eyes and suddenly felt as if his whole body was falling apart. The pain made him inhale.
"Why are you lying on the ground, Master?"
Wen Zhuo was about to cry: "Master, you were seriously injured. There are sword marks on your neck. Who is it?
Who did it? "
Songzhi raised his hand to touch his neck. It was indeed the case, but he had no memory at all. Regarding last night, he noticed someone coming into the room and hurried back from the banquet. Everything that happened after that was blank.
What exactly he had experienced and who he had seen, he could not remember at all.
Songzhi's expression did not change, he took a lot of pills, meditated and adjusted his breathing: "Zhuo'er, I'm fine, master. You go and prepare for tomorrow's competition. Don't worry!"
Wen Zhuo was unwilling to leave: "Master, are you from the Giant Spirit Clan?
Do the sects in Hainan really dare to make such a fuss?
Aren't they afraid that our sect with such a heavy hand will seek revenge from them?
Disciple, please go and inform other sects now that we will not participate in this Nine Heavens Competition, and we will disrupt their Nine Heavens Competition! "
Song Zhi's expression paused: "Wait a minute.
Master, you drank too much and fell. Don't go out and talk nonsense. Be prepared to go. This matter has nothing to do with anyone else! "
Wen Zhuo was doubtful and turned around to leave.
While relaxing and adjusting his breath, all he could think about was who would fight him over what matter, and end up erasing his memory?
This technique is inexplicably familiar. Could it be Yan Mo?
But when he waved his wide sleeves and appeared on the bamboo platform opposite, he only saw empty wine glasses, empty wine bottles, and some slightly moved skewers on the bamboo platform.
Song Zhi was confused and walked directly in. Yan Mo put his arms on his forehead and was resting on the bed.
Hearing the voice, he turned his head: "Oh, who do I think is visiting me this early in the morning?
Does the island owner have the habit of saying good morning to others? "
Song Zhi froze in place: "Brother Xian, have you been drinking here last night?"
"The disciples were greedy and grilled meat skewers and brought them to me. They were so happy that they drank a few more glasses and slept until dawn.
You know, I'm always a drinker! "
The tent was lifted up, and the satin pajamas slid down as his legs fell to the ground. The collarbone was fully exposed, and the Adam's apple line was clear. The man who got up early was full of refreshing hormonal energy, which was indeed caused by excessive drinking.
"What? What happened to the island owner?"
Yan Mo dressed slowly and tied up his clothes, hanging a purple gold gourd, hanging a jade ring, and caressing his hair gently. He was so detached and refined, with a restrained breath and a cold face. When he looked at the loose hair, he looked a little careless.
"I...I'm fine, you"
"The island owner doesn't look very good. Didn't he get a good rest last night?
What's on the neck? "
Yan Mo raised his eyes and rolled up his sleeves, poured out a glass of water and covered his lips while looking at Song Zhi.
Song Zhi looked flustered: "It's okay, I accidentally fell.
Today, Sect Master Jin is preaching to all the Sect Masters in Lingxiao Hall, dear brother, please don’t wait until it’s too late! "
Song Zhi turned around and left, and Yan Mo's voice came from behind: "I am very drunk and have a hangover. Could you please tell me, the island master, that I won't be able to participate!"
Songzhi took a few deep breaths and quickened his pace to leave the Yanmo Bamboo House.
By the way, this is the real Yan Mo. The methodical and careless nature that emanates from his bones, his elegant movements, lazy voice, and relaxed state can never be imitated by him.
The more I watched, the more guilty I felt. The more guilty I became, the more anxious I became. I didn’t know what was going on recently, but I always felt that something bad was going to happen.
Since Yan Mo has been drinking and sleeping all night, who else has the ability to erase all the traces after beating him?
Looking at the twenty-five sects of the Giant Spirit Clan, besides Yan Mo, who else can control him like this?
Could it be... Wuliang Pavilion?
Wuliang Pavilion is very powerful, and its style is very similar to that of Kunlun Snow Region. He also doesn't understand why every cultivation continent has a sect across the road. Not to mention the weird temperament, the strength is also very abnormal.
They don’t participate in group activities, they don’t always show up, and when they do, all the light and sight are theirs.
But there is no dispute between him and Wuliang Pavilion?
Song Zhi clenched his fists, preparing to go to the Lingxiao Palace to investigate the Wuliang Pavilion. Once the target was confirmed, he would definitely avenge the muffled beating he received last night.