Chapter 60 The Hope of Resurrecting Rouji

In the outer yellow sand pile, the ever-blooming light on the young man pierced the yellow sand pile.

One, two, three... a hundred, a thousand.

"Boom--" The next moment, a loud voice rang in the dim yellow silence, as if something had exploded in the yellow sand pile.

With the loud explosion, a slender young man rose to the sky and rushed into the void. It took a long time to slowly fall to the ground.

He is Qin Mo, who returned again after five years of silence.

But at this time, Qin Mo's resolute face was faintly visible with ancient meaning, such as jade hands were spotless, and it was faintly visible inside, and the endless power was flowing.

Qin Mo looked around, but saw that this place was desolate, with only endless yellow sand, which seemed to be a wasteland.

There is no sun or moon in the sky. I can't tell when it is at this time, but what Qin Mo can be sure of is--

This is no longer Daqin Jiuzhou.

At this time, the wasteland was silent, and the yellow was a little terrible, but no danger was detected.

"Oh, Burial King! How proud, how domineering!" After confirming that there was no danger around, Qin Mo began to pay attention to himself at this time.

Looking back on the scene that made heaven and earth tremble five years ago, Qin Mo still has lingering palpitations.

He was possessed by the ancient soul of the burial, which almost made Qin Mo die, but I don't know what made the ancient soul of the burial give up and kill him, but suppressed Qin Mo's soul to the corner of the sea of knowledge.

Is it, is it...?

"I didn't expect that you are not from this world! Is there anyone else in the layout?" ......

"Listening to the tone of the King of Burial, it seems that my soul's rebirth in the fantasy ancient world is not just an accident?" Qin Mo carefully recalled all kinds of things since his rebirth, as if he had a slight conjecture...

In the wasteland full of yellow sand, a young man is sitting in it, as if he is practicing, or...

"What have you changed in the past five years?" Qin Mo instantly sank his consciousness into Dantian.

But seeing a piece of blood on the left side of Dantian, it was like a sea of blood. The bastard's blood beads are floating around in the sea of blood.

A white fog shrouded in white fog on the right side of Qin Modantian. Fog, gloomy and strange, awe-inspiring evil. In the middle of it, there is actually a piece of yinqi cold ice, in which the yinqi ball and the bastard live.

"For good, in addition to being more domineering and evil, the two sources of power in my Dantian don't seem to have any strange changes." Qin Mo was relieved to see this situation, "Strength is the foundation. I still have a big revenge. No matter what I don't avenge for killing my wife for thousands of years, I, Qin Mo, vow not to be a human!"

At this time, Qin Mo paid attention to his body. For Qin Mo, as long as the source of power is still there, it doesn't matter if he becomes a monster!

Qin Mo expected the worst result and looked at his body internally. He didn't know whether he saw it or not. He was shocked when he saw it!

At this time, Qin Mo's right half of the body was so red that it seemed that the deep red was about to change color. In it, there are countless demon souls wandering around, guarding Qin Mo's right body like conscientious guards.

So it seems that the magic blood bead's bastard no longer knows how powerful it is!

And Qin Mo's left half body is also white, which is terrible. The white yin qi has frozen all Qin Mo's left body. Such a strange picture made Qin Mo silent.

It seems that the yin qi beads have also become so strong that I don't know how much!

What about yourself? It seems that...

Qin Mo was also overjoyed. He didn't know when he had penetrated 365 positive acupuncture points in his body, and his cultivation reached the great success of refining gas and quenching.

"So it seems that as long as you gather your consciousness, you can enter the realm of gathering and cultivation! It's a pity that my consciousness has not risen!"

"Strength! I still have to work hard to practice. I think that the ancient soul can run through the interface of heaven and earth. With such a demeanor, I don't know when I, Qin Mo, will arrive!" Qin Mo thought of the prestige of the ancient soul again. He had always been indifferent, and at this time, his face was also envious.

"There is a saying that men should be down-to-earth and down-to-earth! Only in this way can there be a future against the sky!"

After careful calculation, it took Qin Mo two years to cross the induced qi psychic realm and reach the qi refining and quenching body, and another five years to refine the qi and quenching body!

It may be faster than many practitioners, but it is also step by step in the training of life and death. There is indeed no cleverness in the journey of cultivation!

As for the divine consciousness, not to mention, Qin Mo is still the divine consciousness cultivation in the psychic realm at this time.

One thing that Qin Mo still needs to figure out at this time is the mysterious iron block!

"If another horrible ancient soul emerges from the mysterious iron block, I guess I will not be so lucky!"

Qin Mo's mind moved, but the mysterious iron block appeared again in his jade-like right hand.

Mysterious iron block, three feet square, dark, but now it has countless cracks. The countless cracks made Qin Mo once again admire the horror of burying the ancient soul.

"I hope there is no other horrible ancient soul in it! But think about it, it should be impossible to have it again. With the domineering of burying the ancient soul, what other soul can be squeezed together with him? Qin Mo was relieved and took the mysterious iron block back into his body again.

"Power! At present, the most important thing for me is to improve the power of myself, not to rely on external things!" Qin Mo made a decision in an instant, stood up, and then entered the storage space bag.

But in Qin Mo's space bag, it is empty, and there are only three items in it, which is simply embarrassing. Is there such a poor repairman?

Blood sword, don't worry about it for the time being! Bing Xueyu, this is what you need most at present. Find a hidden place to seriously practice the divine practice, so as to improve your divine cultivation.

Mandarin duck scarf! Qin Mo was stunned in an instant. It's been eight years, exactly eight years.

"Rouji! I wonder if you are doing well down there? My husband, I'm sorry for you. I haven't revenged for you yet. I haven't even done it when I went back to my hometown to worship you!"

At this time, Qin Mo looked sad, and the soft shadow of Yiren appeared in front of him again. The past seemed to be close to yesterday!

Plain hands oblique twist needles, beautiful face and weave square scarves. The shallow soft words smile at the husband, and the faint lovesickness enters your heart.

......

"Ah--"

A long scream full of sadness instantly broke the silence of this wasteland.

"Wait!" Qin Mo suddenly remembered, "There are people in this world who are as shocking as the ancient soul of the world, so maybe he can help me 'resurrect' Rouji!"

Qin Mo thought of this and was overjoyed, "Yes! He must be able to do it! I'm going to find him and ask him to help me resurrect Rouji! Even if I give my soul, I have no regrets!"

'Resurrection'? Resurrection of Rouji?!

Qin Mo felt that the world was bright in an instant, and the heavy burden that had been suppressing Qin Mo for eight years seemed to be putting down!

At this moment, suddenly--

"Wow————"

"Ah--"

Two horrible and strange screams suddenly sounded in Qin Mo's ears. With these two horrible calls, the two huge pressures directly enveloped Qin Mo's whole body!

Qin Mo was shocked!