Volume 1   First Knowing the Path to Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 39: Wuwanghai    Yumo listens to spiritual power

Through the fog, you can see the dim moon halo hanging around the fog. You can't see the original appearance of the moon one by one, but you can only see the yellow halo. The autumn night wind is wrapped with the cold fog and silence of late autumn. The cold permeates the darkness, and the night wind keeps floating back and forth by Yu Mo with the misting monsters.

The distant Qinglong Peak, next to the stream where you once played, the second senior brother and former master flashed in front of you from time to time, and various things kept happening in the fog.

A little boy born grows up slowly, grows up, takes his wife and has children, and has a lot of friends. He can have a peaceful life. One day he is obsessed with gambling and loses everything in a few days.

The man in the fog accidentally hurts people and goes to prison. Then his marriage is broken. He loses everything, from the past full of friends to no one watching, the man in the fog reaches the trough of his life.

The man in the fog faced the ridicule and ridicule of his former guests, indifference and snobbery. The man in the fog felt deeply humiliated and indignant but could do nothing. In regret, pain and despair,.

The man in the fog turned into a beggar begging along the street. He fainted from hunger in front of a large mansion. Zhisheng was rescued by the butler in the mansion. Zhi became the butler's confidant. With the care of the butler, he became the second steward of the royal mansion in a few years. The butler got old and finally took over the position of the butler and became the first steward of the royal mansion.

After a while, the emperor passed away and the prince took over the throne. The housekeeper became an important minister in the court. After several major events, he was also named the prince. The old emperor died in the battlefield. The old emperor was young. With the help of many ministers and brothers, the people in the fog became the king of a country again.

In the past, there were so many guests, then loneliness and helplessness, and then the king of a country. He experienced the ups and downs of life and the various aspects of the world.

I saw a meteor in the distance piercing the night sky, and a seven-color rainbow appeared in the sky. A group of monks were fighting on the extreme rainbow. There were many monks among the monks, watching spells and magic weapons shuttle back and forth in the sky.

Look at the monk in blue who was hit by a meteor; the other monk in gray who was burned by a child with flames; a monk held his hand high, forming a gossip shape underground, and blue light was emitting on the ground.

Two groups of monks were constantly fighting, and one monk fell seriously injured and another monk was killed by magic weapons.

Such help is constantly repeated here.

Yu Mo looked at these people with pain, confusion and powerlessness. Is this life?

In a trance, I heard a long roar. Yu Mo was so familiar with it. Yu Mo's spirit was refreshed. This was Xiaobai's voice. Have I entered the environment again? This long roar woke Yu Mo from the trance.

It’s not an illusion, I’m still here, Xiaobai is next to me, and I am still sitting on the black turtle, moving west along the water.

But the fog is still in front of you. If you don’t look at the thick fog carefully, your spiritual consciousness will not be attracted by the thick fog.

Looking at the endless sea, I felt tired. It might be because I was tired of seeing the fog, or I could be tired of being in the mysterious illusion mirror of the mysterious sky.

In short, Yumo looked at the sky and silently looked into the distance, where there were relatives and mothers. Yumo looked down at Xiaobai and Xuangui, and they said nothing. This is my brother in this life and my partner who will accompany me for the rest of my life.

Fog is more like life. People in this fog have a great ups and downs in their lives, and finally a relatively successful ending.

When the man in the fog is lost, his wife who abandoned him stays away from his friends. The world is beautiful and the warm and cold relationships are warm and cold. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life.

People in the fog are disobedient to fate. After becoming a housekeeper, they work hard and eventually become emperors of a country.

In the eyes of monks, emperors are grass, and mortals are like ants. In the illusion of immortals fighting, immortals are just passers-by in the world. One skill and another spell will also be destroyed, and there will be no corpse when it dies.

The night is dark and the fog is so heavy. No one can answer Yu Mo. Yu Mo looked up at the fog. The street was nowhere to be seen, and the fog was in the faint moonlight and there was no shape. The stars were still struggling hard in the sky.

The stars flashed, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, never extinguished in the alternation of light and darkness, and were still flashing, as if they were declaring their existence and their uncompromisingness to the darkness and mist!

After seeing the sky, Yu Mo closed his eyes and practiced the Yuquan Immortal Cultivation Art. He sucked the spirit into his body, and the spiritual energy ran through the great sky, and the spirit reached the sea of ​​qi.

The sky gradually became brighter, and Yu Mo took Xiaobai into the storage belt. He sat on the back of the black turtle and looked at the endless mist. Yu Mo thought about it and tried it under the water to see if it could break through the mist.

Yu Mo came to the bow of the boat, took off his coat, revealing a muscle stronger than his peers. The fifteen-year-old Yu Mo has been drifting on the sea for more than a year. During this drift, his body has become stronger and his spiritual consciousness has become stronger. He has now reached the fourth level of Qi Refining Stage and the realm of spiritual storage. This realm is the most critical period for cultivating immortals and Taoism. If the foundation is not done, he will not go far in the future. Now Yu Mo has been in this realm for a long time. Among the three cyclones, the water spiritual power is the most abundant, almost as if it has reached saturation.

Yumo, wearing a pair of big trousers, jumped into the water, opened her eyes and looked under the water. The water was not very clear, and she was always a little dizzy when she looked. Yumo released Xiaobai from the bright moon night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, and borrowed the spiritual eyes to watch it in the water. Xiaobai couldn't come out, Yumo could only look one or two meters away.

With the help of Xiaobai's spiritual eyes, Yu Mo could see dozens of meters away at a glance.

Yu Mo was looking for his own way out under the water, feeling that this sea area was controlled by some ban spell. Yu Mo saw some lost fish under the water, and seemed to be unable to get out.

Yumo found that the shrimps in the water seemed to have no reaction. There were more green shrimps in the sea. Most of them were scavengers. The more shrimps mean that there were more animals coming in and many animals dying here, so there were more shrimps eating scavengers.

Everything in the world has cause and effect. Yumo remembered the sea raising giant whales, whales raising fish, and returning to the sea for ten years. Will this place be my last destination?

Yumo slowly moved forward on the bottom of the sea, slowly falling shallow, reaching a certain level of depth, there was nothing fish, and there was no shrimp.

When the rain was raining, the ink still couldn't see too far, and the sea water was still turbid. Without Xiaobai's spiritual eyes, it would be blind.

Time is passing rapidly, and Yu Mo's return to the sea has increased. Yu Mo's observation seems to be wandering around at a certain place, just like a small fish in the sea. Because he can't feel it, he is confused and bystanders are clear.

More than ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and Yumo couldn't find out how to do it.

Even though you have Xiaobai's spiritual eyes, you cannot walk out of this sea of ​​fog. After more than ten days of observation and experimentation, if you ignore the fog in this sea of ​​fog, it cannot confuse you.

Later, Yumo tried not to look at the fog, and talked to the black turtle about the fog many times, and told Xiaobai many times that the fog was impossible.

"Gen, will God kill me?" This little time is nothing for Yu Mo who can come alive in the Xuantian secret mirror.

Yumo once again looked for the exit in the sea for a long time, and caught some big fish that were circling on the spot with Xiaobai and put them in the storage space.

In the past ten days, Yumo opened up a fish pond on the bright moon night of the Twenty-Four Bridges and placed the fish caught in the sea.

Yumo puts the sea water into the 7th grid of the herringbone grid, and there can be half a grid of water, and many fish that are spinning here are placed.

This is really a powerful spiritual weapon, and it can still exert its value after ten thousand years.

After a busy day, Yu Mo was a little tired and lay in the water to let go of his spiritual consciousness. He wanted to try to blend the spiritual consciousness and water together like in the Xuantian illusion. Slowly, the spiritual consciousness was gently pushed away by unknown forbidden. Can't it be integrated?

The spiritual consciousness found the fog in the air and tried to blend with it, but was gently pushed away.

The breeze blew on his face, and a trace of autumn was blowing. Yu Mo's body jumped up from the water and came to the old turtle.

Yu Mo lay flat on the old turtle, and his spiritual consciousness was slowly catching the wind. The wind slowly blew through Yu Mo, and a trace of spiritual consciousness fell in the wind, moving forward with the wind, and the wind blew from northeast to south.

Yu Mo's spiritual sense floated in the air, and had an intermittent connection with Yu Mo.

Another trace of spiritual consciousness dated the wind and danced gracefully in the wind.

Yu Mo's mental power is much stronger than that of the cultivators of the same period, but it is not as powerful as that in the Xuantian Secret Realm. Because only souls and bodies are entered there, Yu Mo has come out of the Xuantian Secret Realm. The purple spiritual energy in the purple palace is only a little more, not as strong as in the secret realm. However, in the powerful spiritual consciousness in the secret mirror, Yu Mo has controlled a spiritual consciousness that is as powerful as that in the celestial immortal, so there are not many people who are stronger than him in the world in the control of the spiritual consciousness.

Yu Mo's spiritual consciousness can be extended for only forty meters outside of his body, and it is not as good as his eyes to observe, but a trace of spiritual consciousness is released to make his spiritual consciousness feel it. This is different. If the spiritual consciousness does not stop giving back the information, it will spread far away until the spiritual consciousness is finally cut off.

A trace of spiritual consciousness floats in the wind, and some spiritual consciousness falls into the water, flashes in the water, and moves along the water.

The spiritual consciousness in the water was swallowed by the water not long after.

As time passed day by day, Yu Mo analyzed the signals sent back by his spiritual consciousness in the air.

A month has passed, and one day Yu Mo opened his eyes. The sea of ​​fog is really big.

The speed of the wind was amazing. In this month, Yu Mo's spiritual consciousness was blown out of this foggy area twice.

Yu Mo remembered these two routes of spiritual consciousness in his heart, controlling the black turtle to move towards the flying direction of spiritual consciousness.

As the sun sets, from a distance, there is a man and monkey on a hill. The figures are constantly elongating and blending into the color of the sea and sky.

The night came again, and did not move forward at night. Yumo put away the black turtle and Xiaobai and came to the Shenxing Boat.

Xiaobai was wading in the boat warehouse, Yumo lay on the deck, looking at the stars in the sky, flashing, as if blinking at Yumo.

Yumo looked at the sky in the north, where there was a very bright star hanging. There were seven stars not far from it. Aren’t those seven stars what people call the Big Dipper?

These seven stars, Yumo, still remember the names are: Tianshu Tianxuan Tianji Tianquan Yuheng Kaiyang Yaoguang Seven Stars.

The ancients imagined these seven stars to be linked to the shape of wine scooping in ancient times, so they called it Beidou.

The Big Dipper appears in different directions in the sky at different times and at different times at night, so the ancients decided the season based on the direction pointed by the handle of the Doukou at the beginning of dusk: the handle of the Doukou points to the east, and the world is spring; the handle of the Doukou points to the south, and the world is summer; the handle of the Doukou points to the west, and the world is autumn; the handle of the Doukou points to the north, and the world is winter.

People use the Big Dipper to point to the four seasons to tell fortunes in the north and the north to reason about the location of houses. The Big Dipper is also a good choice for monks to absorb power from the sky. The Big Dipper’s power is not the spiritual power of the mortal world, and this power can be compared with the purple spiritual energy from the east. In history, there are also several people who have absorbed the Big Dipper’s star power and have achieved extraordinary cultivation and achieved heroic deeds.

The Big Dipper has a very high status in the Jiuzhou Continent. Their status is much higher than that of the emperors of various countries. The Big Dipper is a god and has many legends about them.

According to legend, the Big Dipper turns into magical stars, and everything in the world can be moved, regardless of the south, west, north, and middle, there is Wuji next to the Big Dipper.
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