This was David Mo's subconscious thought. His inner vigilance made him hesitate for a moment, but his face remained confused and showed no flaws...
He said slowly: "The man was wearing a white robe and holding a staff that could control Yu Yue. I couldn't see clearly, because a holy light blocked his face... All the gods knelt down when they saw him, so of course they would not continue fighting."
The Lord in the beam of light was obviously very happy to hear this. He smiled and said, "The power of nature has not chosen the wrong person, you are a good child." Then he waved his arm and the entire chaotic world collapsed instantly!
David Mo's consciousness returned to the mountain of Kilimanjaro again. The strong wind and waves did not stop, but were becoming increasingly fierce. The dark clouds in the sky rolled and surging. After a loud "boom", another thunder broke out!
This was the sixth lightning strike. David Mo's body had reached its limit and could no longer bear the lightning strike. A hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he could not change all this.
But when the lightning fell on him, a layer of purple-red light wrapped around his body, and after a wave appeared, it completely blocked the power of the lightning.
At the same time, a voice flashed through his mind, which was exactly the same as the voice of the man who claimed to be Jehovah in the illusion: "Little guy, although I don't know why you, who is so weak, are chosen by the laws of nature, but your answer is very satisfying to me, so I will pass this time."
Then three consecutive lightning bolts were blocked by the purple-red protective cover on his body, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually calmed down, and the thunder that was originally close to him began to go away. The lightning bolt hid among the clouds and rolled.
David Mo's body gradually became transparent. Colorful glass crystals shaped his bones. A holy breath rushed out from him, and the meridians grew rapidly along the bones. A layer of milky white fog enveloped him, blocking his body.
A huge milky white light suddenly appeared in the sky to cover him, and it lasted for a while before it disappeared. A man with a naked body appeared in the sky, with thin jade face, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a slender and strong body, as if it was a beautiful picture. It made people want to take a look at it twice.
Then a layer of milky white light enveloped the man, and a full sense of elegance burst out from his deep eyes. He roared in the air, then jumped to the ground.
The little pegasus, who had been lying on the side and whimpering in a low voice, suddenly became energetic. It jumped and ran to the handsome young man, turned around him twice to confirm that he was fine, and then flew to his chest with its wings.
The handsome young man laughed, not caring about his still naked body, and directly hugged the little pegasus in his arms. He smiled faintly and said, "It was you who refined that dead soul, but it allowed me to break through my cultivation..."
The little guy let out a wow, rubbing his chest a little. His playful and coquettish look was extremely cute, and it obviously didn't understand why it was like this.
David Mo smiled and rubbed its little head, signaling it to be quiet for a while, then took out a set of close-fitting clothes and a white long dress from the Earl's space. After changing, he took Xiaobian and left the back mountain with him.
At this time, his spiritual sense could have crossed the trees and felt the movements from a further place. Compared with the exploratory distance of one hundred feet at the peak of the diamond level nine, the distance of two hundred feet can be said to be a breakthrough for Feiyue's surname.
Moreover, when he came, he needed to use the Divine Wing Armor to barely pass through the pressure zone, but now he can easily resist it with his physical body alone. After wearing the Divine Wing Armor, he walked as fast as he could.
From diamond level to holy light level, it is not only a change in cultivation strength, but also a deeper understanding of the mystery of nature. Sunshine, breeze, and air can now feel their existence with his fingertips.
His handsome face became more and more cold because of his murderous aura, but now it has become softer again, making him look more and more like a scholar-in-law who has just turned 20 years old, rather than a decisive and saint-level powerful man.
When passing by the stone tablet that recorded the battle between gods and demons, David Mo stretched out his hand and gently wiped it twice. After stopping on the platform for a while, he left resolutely at the foot of the mountain.
The little Budian still has a level six diamond cultivation. Every time it devours the soul of the dead cultivator, it will not experience explosive growth like David Mo, but will store energy in the body and refine it bit by bit with time.
This made him even more puzzled about the relationship between him and Xiaobudian, why two completely different ways of upgrading exist in such a close relationship between them.
It took them only an hour to reach the foot of the mountain. After leaving the pressure belt, he could finally fly in the air again, and the flight altitude reached nearly meter, and the scenery within a radius of dozens of miles was fully visible.
...
On the second floor of the blacksmith shop diagonally opposite Liuyuan, Puer was holding a book in his hand and slowly looking through it. Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the entrance of the stairs. A middle-aged man walked up to him and whispered: "Teacher, the young man who was sent away a few days ago is back..."
Poole nodded slightly and smiled faintly: "It's time to come back... Let him come up, bring him a chair and make a cup of tea. Don't be as despicable as last time."
After the middle-aged man bowed and retreated, a white figure appeared from the entrance of the stairs. Compared with the previous few days, his face was a little colder and softer.
This made Poole even more affirm the guess in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh: This young man is so lucky. The steep place of Mount Kilimanjaro not only did not kill him, but instead gave him some opportunity.
He stood up from the recliner, threw the scroll aside, and said with a smile: "A few days ago, I saw a holy light rising from the west. At that time, I guess you were coming back... How about this trip to the mountain has gained a lot?"
At this time, the middle-aged man who had just come in to report, moved a chair and placed it behind the young man in white, and brought a cup of hot water on the coffee table beside him, said, "Sir, please use tea" and then stepped down.
When the young man in white saw this scene, he couldn't help but think in his heart: The people in the Holy Court are indeed the most secular. If they hadn't broken through the Holy Level this time, I'm afraid they would still not be welcomed by them.
However, he smiled faintly on his face and said, "I have to worry about it. This trip to the mountain is quite complete. I have already obtained the Brahsha. Please ask me to fulfill the agreement and tell me the method of refining."
Without any extra greetings, the young man in white went straight to the point. He was also a little worried that this old fox would play tricks, after all, he always had an instinctive guard against the Holy Court.
Poole did not answer him immediately, but brought the hot tea from the coffee table to him and said lightly: "This is the tribute tea specially used by the Holy Court, you can try it first..."
When the young man in front of him picked up the teacup, he continued: "In fact, this method of refining is simple and simple, and it is not easy to say rare words. To put it bluntly, it depends on gold coins."
"gold?"
A trace of doubt immediately arose in Mo David's heart. Although gold coins are an amazing thing for the people in the world, for these high-level practitioners, gold coins have long lost their original meaning.
But now Poole says it's a problem with gold coins, so obviously this will require a huge fee, and even a Saint-level powerful man cannot ignore it.
"Yes, it's gold coins. Five days later, there will be an auction in the Principality of Bavata in the north. At that time, the wealthy and powerful people in the western part of Orlando will gather there. Then there is something called the Emerald Cauldron, and only it can refine the Brahma.
As long as you put Brahsha in the cauldron and refine it with magic flame for three days, the Brahsha elixir will be produced. According to the records in ancient books, only one is needed to untie the mark left by the deceased practitioner. So whether this thing can be accomplished in the end depends on your luck and the gold coins in your pocket.”
David Mo fell into silence. He didn't expect that the matter was not over yet and he needed an emerald cauldron in the end. And from Poole's tone, the specifications of the Bawata Auction should be very high. Once someone falls in love with such things, a fierce price war is likely to break out.
Scandaling the young man who was thinking, Poole picked up two envelopes from the table and handed them to him, interrupting: "These two letters of recommendation from the Holy Court and tickets to the Bawata Auction. These are the only ones I can help you. I hope you don't let me down."
The young man in white reached out and took the envelope. One of them was written with a recommendation letter from the Holy Court Dragon Gate Club, and the other was written with an invitation from the Krem Palace. He put away the two envelopes and bowed slightly to thank him: "Thank you for your advice, this kindness is unforgettable!"
Poole picked up the books on the lounge chair again and lay on it with a little comfort. He smiled faintly and said, "No need to thank me. After all, this Brahsha was exchanged for your life. As long as you can represent me to participate in the Dragon Gate Club, we will be considered a two-day tranquility."
The young man in white expressed his gratitude again before turning away. Although he did not have much affection for the old fox in the holy court, he was not bored. After all, being able to do this to a stranger is considered to be the ultimate righteousness.
When Puer was left alone on the upper floor, the middle-aged man who had just served tea and walked back upstairs. He kept pricking his ears downstairs and eavesdropping, and now he finally couldn't help but come up to ask.
"Teacher, is that jade tripod very valuable? Why have I never heard of it?" He scratched his head, and in front of Poole, he looked like a child.
Poole glanced at him coldly and said disdainfully: "You have only read a few books that are incompetent. What else would you do except make some small moves behind your back?! Get out and make a blacksmith quickly. If you dare to distract yourself, I will never forgive you!"
Looking at the figure of his disciple running away in panic, a feeling of helplessness arose in his heart, and suddenly felt that it would be great if he could accept the young man named Genshuo as his disciple.
But soon he put this idea out of his mind, because he was somewhat self-aware and knew very well that he could not teach that level of genius!.)