At this moment in his own world, Mo Wuji was no longer on guard, and all his mind was immersed in finding the nail-headed book feather arrow that had disappeared into his body.
One day passed, two days passed...
When the tenth day passed, Mo Wuji's face turned ugly. He was extremely weak. Not only that, even his vitality network needed the help of the Divine Life Pill.
And he couldn't catch the aura of the nail-headed book feathers and arrows he was looking for. Even if the Chu Shen Luo washed his veins and body over and over again, there was nothing abnormal. But his vitality and Tao Yun
It was constantly being consumed, and later on, even the soul began to become a little unstable.
Fortunately, this was in his own world, otherwise, Mo Wuji suspected that he would not be able to hold on long ago. Even like this, he could not continue to hold on.
Mo Wuji stood up with a gloomy face. He arrived outside his elixir garden. In addition to the unconscious Ji Li, there was also a saint who was imprisoned by him, Huantiao.
Huantiao seemed to have accepted his fate and stayed quietly in Mo Wuji's elixir garden, occasionally observing the growth of the elixir.
Huan Ti noticed Mo Wuji as soon as he appeared in the elixir garden. He raised his head and glanced at Mo Wuji, then exclaimed, "Hey, didn't you restrain Ming Yue? Instead, you were nailed by his book.
Did the arrow hit?"
Mo Wuji didn't feel strange that Saint Huan Ti could see that he had been hit by a nail-headed book feather arrow. It would be strange if Huan Ti couldn't see it.
Who is Huan Tong? He is a saint. It is precisely because Huan Tong is a saint that he came here to ask for help today.
Before Mo Wuji could say anything, Huan Tiao chuckled and said, "It seems like you're here to ask me for help?"
Mo Wuji said calmly, "Yes, I do need your help. You can ask for whatever conditions you want. Of course, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave here."
Huantiao said calmly, "Sorry, I can't help you."
"I'll help you pull out the Seven Buddhas." Mo Wuji looked at Huantiao and said.
Huanciao shook his head.
"Plus I'll give you Hongmeng's life."
Huantiao still shook his head.
"I'll give you another piece of Tianji mud." Mo Wuji said this almost through gritted teeth.
Huan Ting looked at Mo Wuji in shock, "You actually have Tianji mud?"
Huan was not surprised, because this thing was really useful to him. Back then, he suffered countless deaths and injuries for a piece of Tianji mud in the universe. Later that day, the Ji mud should have been lost in his tower of gods.
"Just say it, okay? I like something simple." Mo Wuji could only hold back his displeasure. Now he was the one making the request.
After sighing, Huan Tiao said, "I have no choice, it's not that I don't want to trade with you. If I really have a way, I will definitely ask us to exchange one life for another. You let me go, and I will tell you the solution. It's a pity.
The only thing is, I can't solve the nailhead book."
Mo Wuji took a breath of air. Even a saint could not decipher the nail-headed book. Moreover, Huan Tiao's meaning was very obvious. The nail-headed book was for people's lives. Otherwise, he would not have said that one life would be exchanged for another.
Mo Wuji was very disappointed. If he was really going to fall, he would at least revive Ji Li and kill Huan Tiao before he fell.
Seemingly sensing Mo Wuji's murderous intent, Huan cried and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I feel your murderous intent. I know that once you are unable to untie the nail-headed book, I will probably die in front of you, right?"
Mo Wuji didn't answer. This was inevitable. He himself had fallen, and he would never let the living Huan Tiao exist in his world.
Huan Ting hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I heard about a very strange method to break the nail-headed book, but this method is a bit outrageous, because you must first burn your own soul..."
"Burning the soul?" Mo Wuji asked in surprise.
Huanciao nodded, "Yes, burn your soul. After being nailed by the nail-headed book's feather arrow, you must immediately wrap the nail-headed book with your own Taoist rhyme, and then pull it out in the shortest possible time."
Obviously, you didn't do this. Once the nail-headed book turns into Taoist aura, more than half of it is wrapped around the Yuan Shen and merges with the Yuan Shen. No matter how strong you are, you can't peel off the nail-headed book until the Yuan Shen collapses.
Nirvana.
You should know how important a monk's soul is. Once the soul is burned, it means that the foundation of the Tao is destroyed. Moreover, burning one's own soul will not completely clear the Taoist aura of the Nailhead Book. What's even more terrifying is
It’s the kind of suffering that no one can endure.”
"Then what?" Mo Wuji asked quickly.
Huan Tiao chuckled, "After the soul is burned, my life is temporarily saved, and then I use the remaining life to force the rest of Nailhead to write Dao Yun, barely surviving."
Although Huan Ti said a way, in fact, this method is really the same as if he didn't say it. According to Huan Ti, he will still die in the end.
Mo Wuji had heard of such a terrifying magic weapon as the Nail-Head Book. Once on Earth, he had heard of the magic weapon The Nail-Head Book of Seven Arrows. Mo Wuji had only heard of these rumors. Chinese Heritage
It has a long history and has more myths and legends, but it is nothing special.
After he obtained the Tiangang Transformation, Mo Wuji knew that this world was far from what he knew. Just because he didn't know, it didn't mean it didn't exist.
Huantiao provides a way that cannot be eradicated yet, burning the soul.
For other monks, this may be of temporary use, but for Mo Wuji, it is completely useless. He has no soul at all, he only has the Great Sea of Consciousness, and the great lake of purple energy in the Great Sea of Consciousness.
Without Yuan Shen, how can he burn Yuan Shen?
Mo Wuji sighed and said to Huantong, "I'm really sorry, Saint Huantong, I have to kill you. I have no way to save myself."
Seeing the old guys from the past pop up one by one, Huan Ti felt a little bit unwilling. Mo Wuji, whom he had been very optimistic about, actually didn't even dodge the nail-headed book from Emperor Mingyue. This is simply...
"Wait..." Huantiao stopped Mo Wuji's movements, "I am in your world now, and I can't jump to the sky at all. You can kill me before you die. Don't worry about it. With you
With this method, even if the soul is burned, you can still live for a long time."
Mo Wuji said calmly, "I don't want to burn my soul, so you have to leave one step ahead."
"Fellow Daoist Mo, I am willing to give you a trace of my Taoist soul to drive you. You also know that if something happens to you, I will definitely die." Huantiao said again.
Mo Wuji asked in surprise, "Fellow Taoist Huan Ting, I remember that you were eager to die at the beginning, why do you want to live now?"
For a saint, giving away a trace of the soul of the Dao to others is tantamount to betraying everything. His life and death are in Mo Wuji's hands. Mo Wuji can let him die at any time, and once Mo Wuji
If something goes wrong, then something will happen to Huantiao.
This method was used by Mo Wuji when he was in the world of cultivation. He took in a servant in Zhenxing, named Chang Sai. According to Mo Wuji's current induction, Chang Sai should still be alive, but he doesn't know where he is.
That's it. If Huantiao is added, then he has two servants.
But Huantiao is different from Changsai. He is a saint.
Seemingly knowing what Mo Wuji was thinking, Huanwei sighed, "I feel how extraordinary your world is. Although I was a little surprised that you were injured in Ming Yue's hands, I still think highly of you. I'm sure, if I don't
If you do this, you will kill me without hesitation. I don't want to die for the time being, so I can only give away the mark of my soul."
After saying this, Huanciao laughed self-deprecatingly, "A saint... that's all a saint is. I can see through it."
Huan Tiao looked at Mo Wuji calmly. He had made his decision. If Mo Wuji disagreed, then he would commit suicide. Saints also have self-respect. The reason why he did this was because he was unwilling to do so. He was very unwilling to do so.
.He hasn’t seen Luo Xu die, and he hasn’t taken revenge yet.
Another thing is that he is very optimistic about Mo Wuji's complete world. This world is the most powerful cosmic world he has ever seen. He has a hunch that Mo Wuji will grow up in the future and even surpass the existence of a saint.
Although this was a bit unrealistic, he still wanted to see it. After all, nothing would be lost if he died. If he didn't die, he would still have a chance to see if it was true.
Moreover, deep in his heart, he had a hunch that Mo Wuji did not seem to be someone who would die so easily.
"Okay, I agree. You can give me your Dao Soul." Mo Wuji nodded and said to Huantiao.
Without saying anything, Huan Tiao directly took out a trace of the soul of the Dao. After being imprisoned by Mo Wuji for a period of time, he had already understood that the dignity of a saint is not something that cannot be given up compared to life.
Mo Wuji rolled his hand and imprinted Huantiao's Dao Soul before turning around and leaving.
Mo Wuji didn't care about Huantiao's gift of the Dao Soul Brand, and he didn't even have any sense of accomplishment. He walked to Ji Li and placed Ji Bing Tian Zhu in Ji Li's arms. With his current abilities, there was no way he could save Ji Li.
.The only thing he can do is to try not to let his world collapse after his death.
After doing this, Mo Wuji once again entered the process of searching for the aura of the Nailhead Book Feather and Arrow Dao.