Mo Bei speeded all the way, his body shaking in the air, and his messy hair floated in the space with his teeth and claws.

He followed the route and flew for about two hours, and a hazy small mountain gradually appeared in front of him.

A row of huge bamboo forests is hidden on the dense peaks.

From now on, his purpose was already very obvious. He came to meet the fat monk.

The ragged monastery was very lively, with a group of civilians coming in and out in monastic uniforms, with an incomparable silence.

Mo Bei thrust his body and stood in the air. Four gray-blue wings on the magic boots under his feet flapped vigorously.

In the silence, a group of civilians trembled and looked up at Mo Bei. When they saw that he was wearing a sky-blue magic robe, many of them bent down.

"Greetings to the noble magician."

They held scriptures in their hands, their expressions fluctuated, and they bowed deeply.

At this moment, the fat monk in the monastery looked solemn, and he had a sense of the aura of the magician. It was not until he saw Mo Bei above that he felt at ease.

“No need to do so.”

Mo Bei stood in the air, his body slowly descended, and walked over.

People in the magic world respect magicians the most, of course there is also a look of fear in it.

Mo Bei walked all the way into the dilapidated monastery and walked through the long corridor until he saw a familiar figure.

Far away, the fat monk smiled silly.

"Let's talk about it when you go in."

The fat monk made some secret pointing, Mo Bei lightly lit his head and the two came to the backyard.

This is a resting place for the fat monks, and they are not open to the world. They can only practice Taoism and ask scriptures in the front yard.

"Your identity will not be revealed for the time being, but you must be alert at all times. Someone was secretly investigating me a few days ago. The other party was an old man with strong combat power and was practicing the secret method of the dead spirit." The fat monk said lightly.

"Who is it? It's hard to imagine that there are people in Austin City with such abilities. Even you will be tracked. Could it be that they are from the Soul-Surveying Hall?"

Mo Bei was frightened because his biggest backer is Fat Monk. Once Fat Monk is in danger, his retreat will be completely cut off.

"No, it's another force investigating you. The specific situation is unknown. The Blood Evil Palace attaches great importance to your mission this time. You have already managed layers of work in the Soul-Surveying Hall. The ambushing spies inside have learned about your existence and are helping you step into the outer door. These people are not simple. If you enter the Soul-Surveying Hall, you must be careful at all times and don't be careless." The fat monk sighed.

"Entering the Soul-Surveying Hall, even they can't believe it? It's too terrible!" Mo Bei trembled for a moment.

"Be careful, there is no big mistake. Those people are not good people. They are not ordinary in killing. With your current magical strength, it is a dead end to meet them. In this way, it is better to keep it violent so that you can be cannon fodder when you turn against each other."

"Then I will enter the sect and I can only act according to the opportunity." Mo Bei whispered, worried.

After a conversation, Mo Bei felt the uncertain future again, and the crisis of life and death was so overwhelming that he couldn't breathe out.

Although he is so powerful, he always feels his own insignificance.

"You practice hard. Now your disease has been solved, so it's a little troublesome, but with your magical talent, you should not be fatal, so you can rest assured that you will have a long time before you enter the sect's practice. If you can practice to the realm of the great achievement of the acupoint before entering the Soul-Surveying Hall, everything will be easy. At least you will have some self-protection power against those people. Do you understand what I said?"

The fat monk's face was serious, and he hadn't seen the rigorous tone in years.

The great success of burning acupoints is the first difficulty that a high-level magician must face. It is difficult to ignite the six major acupoints to open the magical world.

The fat monk also knew how difficult it was for Mo Bei to burn the acupoint realm. If he had not wasted those three years, he could still achieve great success with his talent.

But after three years of wasting, I am afraid that it would not be possible to practice in Mo Bei's current state. After all, burning acupoints is not so easy to practice.

The fat monk knew all this well, but at the same time he also knew Mo Bei's difficulties. After saying this, he just wanted him to understand one truth: you are very dangerous, but you have to save all this by yourself.

There are many things in life that are unpredictable and cannot be interfered with.

This is the fate of Mo Bei, the great terror between life and death.

"If there is another three years of buffering period, with your talent, you will definitely be able to spy on the great success of the ignition hole. If you have bad luck, you can only rely on yourself to solve these problems." The fat monk said lightly.

"Oh! You said it will take me several years to ignite the six divine acupoints. Are these six divine acupoints so difficult to practice?" Mo Bei asked.

"Yes, not all high-level magicians can cultivate it. The six great acupoints contain all the principles of cultivation, your situation..."

The fat monk explained secretly, afraid that Mo Bei would not understand, so he wanted to explain it simply.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Bei.

"Oh! Since it's so difficult to practice, what are you talking about!"

Mo Bei smiled slightly, and in an instant, somewhere in his body wandered through the tendons and veins, gradually shining brightly on the Tianling Divine Acupoint on his head.

Immediately afterwards, the Sanyang Divine Acupoint also glowed, followed by the Shenting Acupoint, and then Shen and Yin. One by one, the divine acupoints could only ignite a vast light from Mo Bei's body.

Six huge divine acupoints were dazzling, and in an instant, the fat monk was shocked.

"The acupoint is great. How... how can you be? When will you be promoted?" The fat monk was shocked.

Burning the acupoints, burning the acupoints takes a long time to slowly harness the magic power in the body. Some magicians will never be able to get out of this level in their entire lives, but how long has Mo Bei's burning the acupoints been gone.

He is such a perverted boy. He was so angry that he was worried about him just now. But he didn't know that this boy had cultivated to such a state without saying a word.

"Okay, okay." The fat monk laughed, his eyes glowing.

"It's incredible that you can get promoted to this point, but it's great. With your current magical physique, you can barely practice physical skills. I guess you don't know what physical skills are yet! I'll tell you something today. Listen to it, it's a great benefit to you. Physical skills are ancient..."

The fat monk explained again, this time he was sincerely excited, beyond his surprise.

However, this time, the fat monk was interrupted by Mo Bei again before he finished speaking.

"This is the physical technique you mentioned!"

Mo Bei's eyes trembled, and the magic power in his body manifested, and the cortex seemed to be crystal clear, and the muscles and bones were as thick as a dragon ascend to the sky, emitting a terrible luster.

From that luster, the fat monk could see at a glance that Mo Bei had been practicing physical skills for a long time, and he would definitely be able to exercise his strong muscles and bones.

"The external refining method has been completed." The fat monk trembled in shock.
Chapter completed!