In the palace, Bie Han worshiped and prostrated on the ground. He was not tall, with a thin body, no flesh on his cheeks, and an unattractive appearance.
"Bie Han, how many years have you been in the temple?" A gentle and mellow voice came from behind the thick curtain.
"Seventeen years." Biehan was silent for a while and then replied.
"Seventeen years, time flies so fast." The headmaster sighed quietly, full of emotion: "You are good, I can see your progress in these years, and I am very pleased."
Biehan remained silent.
"Among the younger generation, the only one who can become a golden general, apart from Xiaozhe, is you." The voice of the leader behind the curtain seemed to carry a strange power, so warm that it penetrated the heart of the heart.
"Xiao Zhe has done well in the Dutian Blood Realm. I know you can do it too."
Don't be silent.
"The murderous aura in you is too strong, and I'm very worried about you." The leader's words revealed deep concern: "I ask you to recite Buddhist scriptures every day, just in the hope that you can get rid of your violent aura. I have never wanted you to go to school.
The battlefield, I didn’t expect..."
The leader let out a long sigh.
After a long while, he said quietly.
"Go, your uncle Dingzhen will be in danger in the sea of clouds world, you lead the war department to go to the rescue. For specific information, ask Dingguang. Go."
Biehan remained silent, kowtowed three times, turned and left.
The main door of the palace closed automatically when there was no wind, leaving the palace completely dark.
Suddenly a voice sounded: "Master, is it necessary to send Bihan away? He is a dangerous person!"
"This matter is very important, so don't be careless."
"Although the Cloud Sea Realm is also the middle realm, I haven't heard of any powerful forces..."
"Tianhuan just suffered a loss there. Shen Wuhai is not ranked in Tianhuan, but he also has Nascent Soul cultivation."
"But don't be cold..."
"It's a knife, a fierce knife. You have to be careful about hurting your hands. But now that troubled times are coming, it's time for this knife to shine!" the leader said quietly.
The middle-aged Lan man noticed that Zuo Mo was interested in the white grass carpet and introduced him: "This cloud carpet is made of cloud silk. Most of the cloud carpet grows deep in the sea of clouds. It takes a lot of effort to collect it. But in the end
The difficult thing is refining. It takes several months to refine each piece of cloud silk into shape."
Zuo Mo, Wei Sheng and the others were speechless.
On the road just now, Zuo Mo finally learned the middle-aged Lanren's name, Bingyao, who was the patriarch of the Lanren clan. And the female Lanren who met Zuo Mo first was Bingyao's daughter, named Bingyue.
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After saying that, he waved his hand, and the cloud blanket suddenly shrank to the size of a palm and flew into his palm. He handed the cloud blanket to Zuo Mo and said boldly: "I'm still thinking about what gift to give to little Zuo. It's rare for little Zuo to have a headache."
If you like it, this cloud blanket will belong to Xiao Zuo!"
Zuo Mo was startled and hurriedly waved his hands to refuse: "No, no, no! Noble, I can't thank you enough for helping us find the Shuiyun Fei..."
Listening to Bing Yao's description just now, Zuo Mo also knew that this cloud blanket was extremely precious. A piece of cloud silk requires so much effort. Zuo Mo didn't dare to accept such a precious thing.
Suddenly, Pu Yao said urgently in Zuo Mo Shihai: "Good stuff, take it!"
"I know it's a good thing." Zuo Mo replied quietly without taking it seriously.
"You know what the heck!" Pu Yao couldn't help but yelled: "This thing can be used to overcome tribulations!"
Overcoming the tribulation?
Zuo Mo's heart was moved, but before he could ask more questions, he heard Bing Yao laugh and say: "Brother Zuo, don't refuse. This cloud blanket can calm the mind and eliminate mental barriers. I, the Lan clan, have a cold heart by nature, so I can't use it."
It's useless. This Yunsi was also used by the juniors to practice Binglan. We thought it was a pity to abandon it, so we woven it into a blanket. Not to mention that Brother Zuo helped us find Lan, and Ayue also offended everyone before. It's really
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Bingyao's words made Bingyue behind him suddenly look excited.
"This cloud blanket is disrespectful, Brother Zuo will accept it no matter what!" Bing Yao looked serious.
When Zuo Mo saw this, he knew he couldn't refuse, so he took it over. Although Brother Mo is usually greedy and snobbish, he only treats outsiders. Once the other party really regards him as a friend, he won't be able to do anything.
It's still not dark enough...
While Zuo Mo was laughing at himself and reflecting, he took out the bronze mask from the ring and handed it to Bing Yao: "This mask was also found next to Lan. I don't know if it is from Brother Bing's clan."
Bingyao took the bronze mask, looked at it carefully for a long time, shook his head and said: "The style doesn't look like something from my own clan. I'll have to ask Lan then. If it were something from my clan, I would shamelessly accept it."
It's gone. If not, Lan must also know the origin and return it to Brother Zuo."
Zuo Mo smiled and said: "Whether it is or not, just give it to Brother Bing."
Bingyao smiled slightly and put away the mask.
Then Bingyao asked about the situation outside. Although they knew a little bit, their knowledge was very vague after all. Zuo Mo then told about the battle between cultivators and demons, and about the disaster of the cracking sky, and even took away himself.
Xia Yunhaijie also talked about it once.
Bingyao was stunned when he heard this. He never imagined that the changes outside would be so great!
But when he learned that Zuo Mo was actually the Lord of the Sea of Clouds, his face couldn't help but show joy. As a result, the situation of the Lan clan was greatly improved!
Immediately, Bing Yao patted his chest and said, "Brother Zuo, if you ever need me as a Lan person in the future, please don't be polite!"
Zuo Mo also had a good impression of this generous and generous leader of the Lan people. He smiled and said, "I just hope that Brother Bing won't find me annoying in the future."
Bingyao laughed: "Then I guess even Lan won't let me go."
The two sides chatted for a while, and then Bingyao said goodbye and left, letting Zuo Mo and the others rest.
"Junior brother, are you cultivating divine power?" Wei Sheng suddenly asked.
Zuo Mo knew that this question would definitely not go away, so he nodded and said, "Well, it's called the power of the sun, and it's the inheritance of the ancient Sun Tribe."
"It turns out that the Temple of the Sun is your fault!" Wei Sheng was not stupid. He suddenly realized it and said with curiosity: "Come on, try your magical power. I haven't seen divine power before."
Zong Ru's face also turned around, he was obviously also very curious.
Zuo Mo suddenly assumed a very strange posture, with his hands intertwined, his body tilted to the left, and the toes of his right foot pointed on the ground. A strange and powerful force, centered on him, suddenly spread to all sides.
Come.
Wei Sheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the black sword in his hand suddenly floated with wisps of black energy. He made continuous empty strokes in front of him, and a sound like a firecracker exploded at the tip of his sword.
Zong Ru's expression changed, he turned the prayer wheel and shook his head repeatedly, holding the scriptures entwined with vows in front of him.
Ping ping ping!
Three consecutive scriptures were blown to pieces before they could stop this divine power.
Wei Sheng, who stood with his sword sheathed, thought carefully about it for a long time before he said: "What a weird power! It's really different."
Zong Ru was also thinking about it and said: "Ordinary magic techniques are difficult to block."
Zuo Mo thought for a while and expressed his thoughts: "Divine power can be regarded as the collection of three powers."
"Three forces?" Wei Sheng said with an emotional expression.
"Well, spiritual power, spiritual consciousness, and magic skills." Zuo Mo talked eloquently. Senior Brother Wei Sheng is a person with extraordinary talents. Zong Ru seems to be a humble person, but he can cultivate the power of aspiration and has no shortage of talent.
These things might be of great use to them, so he explained more and more carefully, telling them everything he had learned, and even told them the basic methods of cultivating divine power.
As for how much inspiration they can get from it, it depends on personal luck.
Wei Sheng and Zong Ru were both deep in thought.
Both of them have peeked at the edge of power. For them, divine power is like opening a window to another world.
There was too much content for them to digest. They were like two puppets, staying in place, motionless, and they actually entered a state of trance.
When Zuo Mo saw this, he didn't worry about them, but took A Gui and Zhu Xiao to the side.
Thinking of Ah Gui's attack, Zuo Mo quickly checked for Ah Gui. Now that he knew it was divine power, Zuo Mo's inspection became more targeted. Although his understanding of divine power was still superficial, he still found something.
The first thing to confirm is that the purple light in Agui's body is indeed a kind of divine power.
A very strange divine power!
Zuo Mo has always felt that any divine power is definitely not normal. But even so, the divine power in A Gui's body still surprised him.
Cold, weird, capable of swallowing up any life!
The moment the divine power of the sun came into contact with it, Zuo Mo felt like he was suddenly pulled into a dead void, with no sound, no light, and no temperature!
The despairing emptiness!
Zuo Mo's mind, at that moment, was like a candle blown by the wind, almost extinguished!
Fortunately, his divine power was much stronger than that of Ah Gui, and the sun's divine power was naturally yang-strong, which saved Zuo Mo's life.
The divine power was carefully withdrawn from the ghost's body. Looking at the ghost's ugly and dull face, Zuo Mo felt extremely depressed for some reason.
His eyes were full of deep worry.
As his understanding of divine power deepened, Zuo Mo understood clearly how great the influence of divine power on people. In fact, it is not only the divine power, but also the three powers. Practitioners who practice fire techniques are often short-tempered, while those who practice ice
Practitioners of the Dharma are often calm and not prone to mood swings, etc.
Such weird and cold divine power, as well as the terrifying sealing off of the six senses, Agui...
Thinking that the ghost used his divine power before he was injured, Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel more worried.
Zuo Mo had long discovered that the ghost's body was in a state of dilapidation. If it weren't for this strange power, he might not be able to survive. But it wasn't until today that he realized how terrifying this divine power was!
The scene of A Gui standing in front of him, dripping with blood, suddenly appeared in his mind.
There is also the despairing dead void just now, even for a second, it is chilling, and the time the divine power is in Agui's body...
Zuo Mo's heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable!
Water cloud tire!
As long as we find the Shuiyun Fei! We will definitely be able to cure the ghost, and then find a way to heal the wounds on the ghost and find a way to dispel this terrible divine power in her body!
For the first time, Zuo Mo felt that time was flowing so slowly.
