C20 Soul Grief Distinction

After the Xiao Mo got rid of the black tiger, they continued to move forward at a breakneck speed. When the Spirit Qi in his body was exhausted and he was unable to cast the Light Spirit Art, the Xiao Mo would rely on his legs. He was currently six thousand li away from the village, but he did not care. He only wanted to hurry back and confirm that the images he saw were fake and that his aunt was still alive.

The sun rose and set. In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed. Xiao Mo had been hurrying non-stop for the past seven days. Right now, his entire body was covered with wounds, especially his feet, which were festering. There was only one thing in his mind — go home.

The Bronze Cauldron Village was right in front of them. As Xiao Mo stepped into the village, he could only feel grief and despair shrouding him. Was this the Bronze Cauldron Village that he remembered? Where did the cacophony of chickens, dogs, and dogs go to the village of Copper Cauldron? The entire village was silent. War God Ling swept his consciousness with a light sigh, "Sigh …" There was no one in the village, and even … "Not even a corpse …" Xiao Mo's footsteps trembled slightly, but returned to normal shortly after. However, his eyes remained dead silent.

Walking to the place on the screen, the dead silence in Xiao Mo's eyes deepened. Xiao Mo gently picked up a strand of hair from the ground. It belonged to his aunt, and he carefully put it away in his bosom.

"Why?" Yes, why? Xiao Mo remembered that he had never offended anyone. Why would his aunt be in such a state? Aunt was kind and upright, why would she end up like this?

Turning back to the Bronze Cauldron Village, he could see everything. The wind moaned as if it was complaining about the heavens and earth's heartlessness. Xiao Mo's eyes became even more deathly still. Anyone who looked at him would sink into despair and grief.

"When Xiao Mo returned to his own home, it was the same as when he left all those years ago. With a creak, the door opened and Xiao Mo walked into the room that his aunt had lived in before. The room was filled with a strong medicinal smell. This was the smell she had left behind when she cooked medicinal herbs for herself. In Xiao Mo's eyes, the figure of her aunt's back as she was brewing medicine for him seemed to appear, and the furnace seemed to have never been extinguished.

The Xiao Mo sat inside the house quietly, neither sleeping nor eating. If it weren't for Xing Yun sending a stream of spiritual energy into his body every night, the Xiao Mo would have been unable to hold on for a long time. Two days later, Xiao Mo walked out of the house. His current appearance was disheveled and his body was shrouded in a deathly aura. Compared to before, he looked like a completely different person.

Xiao Mo left with regret and hatred …

Ten days later, a black tiger lay prone at the feet of Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo did not put away the tiger skin at the third level of Qi Refining. Instead, he took out his long blade and hacked downwards, one blade at a time, until the Black Tiger's corpse was completely transformed into a puddle of flesh. Then, the Xiao Mo left, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Ten days later, Xiao Mo appeared at the entrance of the mine. He did not go in, but waited quietly.

"F * ck, that kid is probably dead inside. Let's go back!" A voice filled with curses and curses came from the mine. A few weak voices also echoed in the air. Four figures appeared at the entrance of the cave. These four people were injured, and none of them were in a good condition. Only one leader suffered some minor injuries, so it was clear that he was the one who said those words.

As soon as they came out, the four of them were shocked speechless. And then the leader shouted angrily, "F * ck, brat, I'm looking for you in the cave, f * ck you …" He had not finished speaking when Xiao Mo raised his long blade and cut towards him like a martial artist from the mortal world. A moment later, the four were all beheaded. Xiao Mo then threw the four heads onto a tower of heads, which already had a hundred and thirty-two heads.

After waiting for another ten days, Xiao Mo threw all fourteen heads on the tower of heads and left. Only the bloody tower of heads was left standing at the entrance, as if it was telling him something.

At the intersection of the Great Yan Province and the Chaotic Demon Province, there was a large river. This river was called the Boundary River. The river was very smooth and was suitable for navigation. The river had thousands of sails competing with each other. Countless mortals were living on this river.

Spring is a beautiful season, countless young masters and ladies on the boat to travel, who knows how many beautiful love stories. On the vast surface of the river, a boat was drifting about with the waves. A black-robed youth was seated by himself at the bow of the ship. There was no whites in his eyes. They were so dark that no one dared to look him in the eye. He was Xiao Mo, after killing more than a hundred people at the mine entrance, he rented this boat and started drifting on the river.

A small boat slowly glides closer, "Life is like a dream, for joy geometry. Could you have a drink, fellow cultivator? " A white clothed man stood on the bow of the ship and raised his cup to Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo was not addicted to alcohol, but the boatsman still gave him a table full of wine. Xiao Mo raised his wine cup and finished it in one gulp. The spicy feeling slid down his throat all the way to his stomach.

The man in white smiled. "Alright!" After drinking a full cup, the white-robed man said, "What do you think of this water, fellow cultivator?"

Xiao Mo looked at the river and said, "It is already dead."

"Oh, why does Fellow Daoist say that?"

"It was a gentle one. There was no torrent or waterfall, just like a dead person without emotions."

"Fellow Daoist, you are wrong!" What you see is only the part of the river that emerges. If you look at the bottom of the river, isn't the piece of rock that splits up the river and gathers together again a form of life? Then there were the fish in the river. They were moving in and out of the river, so wasn't this another type of life force? "Fellow Daoists, if the heart dies, you die." The white-clothed man said these words meaningfully, then laughed as he boarded the boat and left.

"Death of the heart is death …" The Xiao Mo muttered to himself. He had a slight understanding in his heart that was still unclear, but this insight, at the time of his cultivation level, was enough to shock the world. "Hahaha, if you die, you die." Xiao Mo grabbed the wine pot and gulped down a mouthful of it. If anyone could see this aura, they would be able to see that it did not dissipate, but went into the Xiao Mo's body to hide.

The deathly stillness and despair in Xiao Mo's eyes were also deeply hidden by him, and could only be seen from the deepest part of his soul.

He didn't ask for the man's name, but neither did he ask for his name either. Xiao Mo drank a large mouthful of wine, looking in the direction the man in white left, he had a feeling that they would meet again in the future.

"Kid, that person was very strong!" Ling Zhan's voice was solemn, and it was unknown if it was a blessing or a curse that a powerful cultivator noticed. Loong Jie had also tried to probe his cultivation level before and discovered that it was as if there was a vast ocean inside his body, violent and unfathomable.

Xiao Mo smiled, "At least right now, we are not in danger." Ling Zhan was speechless. Indeed, the current Xiao Mo was too weak. Even if he knew the truth, what could he do?

The Xiao Mo sat at the bow of the ship, suddenly he narrowed his eyes: "Loong Jie, your new body is here." Loong Jie was originally a dragon crocodile, and the dragon crocodile was a unique beast of heaven and earth. Let alone the fact that the Xiao Mo couldn't meet it, even if they could, they would still not be able to defeat it. The Loong Jie had stumbled upon an incomplete secret art that could allow a Spirit Beast to possess a human's body. It was just that it had a huge flaw, it could only be used once, and its cultivation could only reach the Dan Stage.

"Naturally, Loong Jie will not hide this matter from you. At that time, you promised to find a suitable body for him. Now, you can fulfill your promise." "Really?" Loong Jie asked excitedly. He had longed for a body for a long time, although his body was good, but it would affect his cultivation and he had no choice but to possess a body. Now that he had a suitable physical body, coupled with the guidance from his senior, he might not be at the end of his cultivation path.

At this moment, a three meter long shadow appeared under the boat. Even the people in the distance could see it clearly.

"What's that?"

"Monster …"

Shouts and cries rang out. All the boats were moving away from the area. Some people even hated the boat for swimming too slowly, jumping into the water and swimming towards the shore.

Xiao Mo took out a Soul Nurturing Stone and said, "Go." Loong Jie jumped into the water excitedly. It was just a Demonic Crocodile that had not reached the first level of Qi Refining, with his strength, he would be able to possess a body.

In the world of cultivation, there was an iron law of Possession: Possession was not allowed.

There had been people who had attempted to violate this iron law, but the end result was that the person was instantly killed by a strange force. This matter was also recorded and warned others. Since that alligator had cultivated, it did not belong to any ordinary species. The Loong Jie would not be punished for possessing it.

After a while, Loong Jie's Possession was completed. A demon crocodile covered in pitch black scales surfaced. His mouth did not move, but a voice came out: "Master, your subordinate's possession has been completed." Xiao Mo was not surprised, demon beasts and demon birds could not speak, so by chance, Loong Jie learnt the ventral language and was able to communicate with them.

"Let's go." Xiao Mo stepped on his back, looked at the direction of his home longingly, and then left.