When Mo Li woke up, Mo Li found himself lying in a simple room. He still had a vague memory of this place. This is where his ancestral home was. When he was young, he followed his short-lived father to visit the grave and lived in this room.

It seems that the corpse has not been exposed in the wilderness!

While his heart was very calm, Mo Li was also quite angry. When he was surrounded and blocked by others, he didn't know where he died. He would only come to save him after he died.

"It seems that I have died a lot of people, this character is—"

When he was secretly sad, Mo Li suddenly felt energetic. After sniffing again, he found that there were rich fragrances of medicine floating everywhere in the room. There were at least dozens of them. What was more valuable was that there was a hundred years of spiritual medicine. Although it was mixed, these could not escape Mo Li's judgment.

The 135-year-old blood ginseng is a good medicine for nourishing blood and nourishing qi.

I guess I had saved my life with this blood ginseng. I finally escaped the disaster. Once I left the imperial capital, my life would be out of my mind. It seems that my father’s warning before was not aimless, but...

Mo Li suddenly became even more confused. What is the connection?

Although he is usually useless, he is in a clear mind. He knows that he has left the imperial capital only one - Ang Lee.

But... why did he want me to die so blatantly? Why did they say that only if I leave the imperial capital can I take action? What exactly is the treasure on me?

Liu Qingyan, a talented woman selected by the Immortal Sect, only saw her twice from beginning to end and wanted my life. When she thought of the engagement between the two, Mo Li was like eating a fly. If you don’t want it, look down on me, how could I look down on a vicious woman like you?

"Since you gave me the opportunity to practice, I can give you a complete corpse--" With a cruel smile, Mo Li slowly closed his eyes.

In his newly obtained memory of Peng Zu, there is an evil method that seems to allow him to try his practice. Although it is useless, he has never given up and been bullied since he was a child.

Especially he was killed in an unknown way!

Thinking of it, Mo Li's eyes gradually became gloomy. He thought he was not a good person, but he never harmed the world.

Crunch-

At this moment, the door rang, awakening his thoughts.

When I came in, there was a little girl with watery eyes, which was Mo Li's personal maid Bi Yao.

"Oh, young master, are you finally awake?" Seeing Mo Li get up by himself, the little girl immediately put down the medicine bowl in her hand and hurriedly ran over to support the young master who was as thin as a young man, much lighter than himself.

The girl lowered her head and tried her best to keep her head from looking at the young master whose body was almost all over her shoulder.

"Huh? Yaoyao, why are you so blushing? Are you sick? I just drink a sip of water. I can do these things myself!"

Mo Li felt very strange. What happened to this little girl today? Although she doesn’t want to get close to me on weekdays, she doesn’t want to even look at me.

Although I like to flirt with flowers, rabbits never eat grass beside their nests. Uh, it is mainly because rabbits are always in a hurry to bite people...

By the way, this girl is amazing. Although she is his personal maid, she was trained and loved by her short-lived father. She has been taught the method of practicing martial arts since she was a child, and she is like a little master.

There is no way, the meridians in your body are blocked and you cannot practice it. Not to mention the legendary Yuanshen Taoism, even the primary martial arts exercised by the martial artists are difficult to achieve.

After sorting out the chaotic memories in his head, Mo Li looked around and looked at his familiar room, and couldn't help but feel a trace of remembrance flashed through his heart.

"Yaoyao, how long have I slept?" Mo Li asked slowly, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Young Master, you have been sleeping for three days and three nights." Bi Yao still lowered her head. For some reason, she felt that the young master seemed different. The young master had never spoken like this before.

"It's been three days, so long." Mo Li nodded, feeling the pain in his chest still burning, but a cool feeling began to emanate from his head, which was very wonderful.

He knew that this was the effect of cultivating the soul in Peng Zu's memory, but he didn't expect that the memory of Peng Zu he suddenly got was not a simple dream of reincarnation, but a real soul-combining.

"Is it the legendary enlightenment of Su Hui? Then Peng Zu was my previous life? Otherwise, why would there be no harm in every benefit?"

Muttering in his heart, Mo Li began to feel his physical condition carefully.

As the leader of the four empires on the Seven Emperors Continent, the Li Tang Dynasty, even a playboy like him, knew very well that this kind of cultivation was called a soul master, which was a method of specializing in soul cultivation. According to his personal experience, his current spiritual cultivation is still quite low.

In his memory, this kind of cultivation is called Yin Shen Technique, which is a popular method for cultivating souls on the continent. His current state is obviously the legendary Yin Shen, which is the ultimate state of this kind of spiritual cultivation.

The so-called Yin God is the method of tempering the soul through visualization. The Yin God is specifically divided into three stages: concentration, out of the body, and night travel. On the continent, there are martial artists practicing martial arts and tempering their bodies, and many people practicing soul art.

Those who practice physical body are called martial artists, and those who practice Yin God are called soul masters!

It is said that when a martial artist reaches the extreme, he can break his innate posture and produce a sense of qi. After that, he has the opportunity to lure qi into the orifices and break through the legendary Qi refining realm.

It is rumored that the soul master's Yin God cultivation technique is passed down from the hands of immortals who have qi cultivation. Unlike the martial artist's cultivation, the soul master's cultivation is more dangerous, and the cultivation method is the way of immortals, so it is often not widely circulated.

"Although the Yin God's Way is the way of immortality, it is unpredictable to gods and ghosts, and it is extremely dangerous. Even in the immortal sect, few people actively practice it. Unless they succeed in refining qi, they may be scattered by the demons outside the sky.

As the saying goes, "There are gods three feet above your head," this Yin God is a different path... Now my soul is stable, almost reaching the perfect night tour realm of Yin God. It is really a blessing to survive the disaster..."

While muttering in his heart, Mo Li's eyes were even more shocked. He looked at the girl Biyao with her head down. He suddenly had his own conspiracy and casually ordered: "Yaoyao, go to the clinic to help me get a set of silver needles."

"Silver Needle?" Bi Yao was stunned, raised her head and stared at Mo Li curiously. Did the young master think of acupuncture method to enhance breasts? Thinking of it, her face became even more blushing.

"Go quickly!" Mo Li waved his hand without saying anything.

"Oh! That... Master, you, your clothes are on the head of the bed!" As he said, Bi Yao quickly ran away with red face with relief.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, the guy suddenly felt a chill in his lower body. When he looked again, the thing stood up majestic and swayed in the wind. His clothes had long become strips of cloth and could not be blocked at all...

"It's all the old virgin Peng Zu, who has been saved for 800 years, and it's still affecting me. If you have the chance, you must practice this Yin God hard, otherwise you will always feel that the soul and body are inconsistent. I didn't feel it for so long... Well, fortunately, this baby was not injured... Cough cough, it turns out that girl..."

Thinking of it, Mo Li's old face turned red for no reason.

It's strange that after his soul became stronger, he seemed to be infinitely full of energy and did not feel any pain and fatigue.

"Um?"

At this moment, a hunched figure flashed outside the window, sneaking.

With a slightly frowning of his eyebrows, Mo Li retreated back to the bed, gently closed his eyes and continued to fall into a coma. He could feel the dark shadow outside was full of deep ghost energy.

Not an ordinary person!
Chapter completed!