Chapter 176 The state of mind

Not to mention what the two people of the reincarnation sect found. At this time, Zhou Xing and Song Yu had taken Mo Qianglong, who didn't know whether they could be saved, to a hundred miles away. Zhou Xing still had to take care of Song Yu, so he couldn't go too fast.

"Take a break first." Zhou Xing glanced at the breathless Song Yu, thought for a moment, then stopped at a flat grass and put Mo Qianglong down from his body.

"Brother." Song Yu was so tired that he squatted on the ground. The real yuan in his body had been consumed a lot. After all, he was just an early monk practicing qi.

"It's so far away that the people who think about the reincarnation can't find us for the time being." Zhou Xing looked in the direction of Dongfu and was slightly relieved.

"Brother, you can restore Zhenyuan first." Zhou Xing said.

"Hmm." Song Yu swallowed an energy pill and meditated cross-legged.

Zhou Xing picked up Mo Qianglong, stretched out his right hand, and a faint green light appeared, covering Mo Qianglong's body.

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"Although you can't come back to life, at least it can make Uncle Mo's body have some vitality." The breath of a trace of wooden beads was also used by Zhou Xing to plant life. The light of the spell suddenly became stronger, and Mo Qianglong's body was also full of the blush that normal people should have.

After casting the new skill, Zhou Xing took out the soul eagle that had just been collected when he was about to leave. After that battle, more than half of the soul power has been used, and the rest can play an early warning role at most, and can no longer fight with practitioners with high cultivation. The soul eagle is now in the stage of not recognizing the owner, which means that its owner Mo Qianglong is dead. However, Zhou Xing felt a trace of Mo Qianglong's soul just now. Naturally, he would not think that Mo Qianglong was dead.

Zhou Xing stretched out his finger, and Zhen Yuan squeezed his fingertips, dripped a drop of blood on the soul eagle, and then gave an order to warn immediately when he found something threatening.

Until now, Zhou Xing was distracted. He also sat on the ground, swallowed the marrow-washing elixir, and began to recover. The continuous consumption of these few hours, even with his pure Zhenyuan, is already a little lacking.

It was getting dark. Zhou Xing opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes was like amber under the candlelight, deep and restrained. He took a look at Song Yu, who was still recovering, and then used seeding techniques to inject vitality into Mo Qianglong's body.

Finally, he leaned back on the grass and looked at the fog with bright eyes, and there was no star in the sky.

At night in early winter, such a sky is depressing, turbid but not thorough.

Clouds are vaguely piled up together, and there is no obvious dividing line. There are no birds and geese flying in the air. What's left is loneliness like being locked in a hut alone.

For a long time, Zhou Xing has not observed the sky like this. In his feeling, the sky in early winter is not the real sky, but like a dirty mirror projection. He seems to live in other people's dreams, including himself.

I don't know when the cold wind has permeated this space. Zhou Xing's body has been refined by Zhenyuan, and it is invulnerable in cold and heat. Even if he stays in the ice kiln, he can be safe.

But he suddenly felt cold, as if he was still a mortal. In that snowy weather, a man wrapped in a quilt and stayed on the kang, still felt chills.

"Dongfu, I can't go back." Zhou Xing muttered.

For him, the cave is not a temporary opening, but a home he is ready to choose to practice here. He has built after more than ten days of hard work. Although he has no relatives, he is accompanied by Song Yu and Mo Qianglong.

And now, the sudden change has displaced him again. He doesn't like this feeling. He wants to be a strong man. On the one hand, he also hopes that similar things will not happen again.

"Qi Yun's vein doesn't allow me. Yue Hongjing destroyed my hometown. I can't stay in Chu Nanguo anymore. I guess the reincarnation sect will also look for me everywhere. And I don't know who it is, let my parents and second uncle's souls disappear...

All this seems to make me unable to settle down. It seems that there is a mysterious strong man who casts spells around me.

There is also the black gas in the brain, and the life and death of Uncle Mo.

My strength is too weak, too weak... There is nothing that I can solve by myself.

Zhou Xing looked at the sky, and the divine light in his eyes became more and more abundant. At the bottom of his eyes, the golden light condensed into the broken magic eyes gradually lit up. The golden light was no longer a point at the bottom of his eyes, but spread out, almost dyeing Zhou Xing's eyes into a faint golden color, and the divine light into a golden light. Zhou Xing did not find it. He just felt It became clearer and clearer in front of him. In such a twilight, he could also see the winding clouds in it, with traces of thunder and lightning.

"You guys! I really think, Zhou Xing, is it easy to bully..."

The black gas in his brain became crazy at this moment. Even the energy of Qingningdan only barely restrained it. The black gas constantly impacted the energy of Qingningdan and became more and more crazy.

Zhou Xing can naturally detect such a movement. He did not have the luck to resist it. He just looked at the dim and darker twilight, and his eyes were completely filled with a golden light, shining in the twilight, as if the two stars suddenly lit up in the night.

"You guys! Do you really think that I can't resist on my own strength? You guys! Do you really think that I, Zhou Xing, will be bullied by you!!!"

"Boom!" In his mind, the black gas with beast thoughts suddenly broke through the shackles of Qingningdan's energy and crazily raged towards Zhou Xing's mind.

Zhou Xing still didn't care. He still lay on the grass. The faint golden light in his eyes gradually disappeared, but a pair of eyes were golden eyes. Zhou Xing looked at the sky. He seemed to feel the existence of his soul. The soul was constantly rising towards the underworld. The soul became cleaner and cleaner, and the impurities in it were constantly excluded.

There seems to be a sound of broken eggshells.

Zhou Xing suddenly found that the divine consciousness that had reached the extreme was suddenly extended by half a foot, and the difference of half a foot was only available to ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation construction.

state of mind!

A kind of indescribable state that extends to the soul, or to feel life, or to read thousands of books, or to the epiphany of thought, can sublimate the state of mind.

The mood is simple and has no power, but like practicing martial arts, the mood is too bad, and it is easy to go crazy. The same is true of Xiuzhen. If the mood is not enough to better control the skills, it will also be an obstacle to breakthrough, just like reading ten thousand volumes of books, which improves not only knowledge, the temperament of Confucianism and views on things, but also the indescribable state of mind and that kind of thought.

Many practitioners, when they can't break through their own cultivation, will choose to go to the common senses, or travel through the Ming Mountains and rivers to cultivate their mood. For low-level practitioners, the state of mind does not have much effect, but for high-level practitioners, the state of mind cannot be ignored.

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