It still couldn't believe it and couldn't help but ask.
"Is this what it feels like to enter the Tao?" Zhuma stared at his hands and murmured to himself.
Even though she looks like a royal sister, she is still a twelve-year-old girl in her heart. She suddenly reached such a height, which is somewhat unbelievable in her heart.
"Zhong Wen, send some spiritual power to me."
I don't know how long it took, but her expression gradually calmed down, her flawless face once again revealed a charming smile, and she spoke sweetly to Zhong Wen.
"Girl, what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten what the ancestor just said?" Lao Hei was shocked and couldn't help shouting loudly, "You are so young, why do you want to die?"
Zhong Wen glanced at it in confusion, wondering why this funny armadillo suddenly became excited.
"You need to take care of it!" Zhuma rolled her eyes at him angrily, then rushed to Zhong Wen's side, took his arm and said coquettishly, "Ignore it, hurry up, hurry up!"
"You brat, do you remember what our ancestors said before? Don't mess around!" Lao Hei said anxiously, "You will kill her!"
"Old Hei, shut up!" Zhuma lightly hooked his right index finger, and suddenly several black arms stretched out from the ground, grabbed the armadillo's body, and threw it into the air.
The movements of these evil arms were so fast that they were almost difficult to detect with the naked eye. Even with Lao Hei's cultivation level, he was not able to escape even if he didn't check for a moment.
"Hurry up!" Zhuma hugged Zhong Wen's arm affectionately again and breathed softly into his ear.
"You, will you be okay?"
Feeling the endless softness on his arms, Zhong Wen felt like his soul was floating in the air, and he stuttered and asked, "The old ghost said..."
"Don't you still believe me?" Zhuma stared into his eyes and said word by word.
"Okay, let me try typing in a little bit first." Zhong Wen looked at her for a few breaths, finally nodded, stretched out his index finger, and tapped her gently on her jade arm.
A ray of pure spiritual power penetrated Zhuma's body along his fingers, and soon spread along the meridians.
"You brat, stop!!!"
At this time, Lao Hei had already rushed over with a roar, "You will kill her...yeah?"
The sight in front of him shocked him.
Zhuma was still smiling, with no sign of pain on her face. Instead, she gracefully raised her white jade-like index finger.
A white breath suddenly jumped out, like a flame, jumping happily on her fingertips, swirling around.
How can it be!
How can the evil body control spiritual power?
Looking at Zhuma, who controlled his spiritual power as easily as evil spirits, Old Black's eyes widened. He couldn't understand what was going on, and almost thought he was in a dream.
Then, something even more magical happened.
The white spiritual energy originally wrapped around Zhuma's fingers suddenly changed and turned into black evil energy.
“Interesting, interesting!”
Zhuma's beautiful eyes flashed with excitement, and a faint breath alternated black and white on her fingertips. One moment it looked like a small snake, the next moment it turned into a spider, and a moment later,
It actually turned into a wolf spider.
She was like a skilled sculptor, using spiritual power and evil spirit as a medium to quickly create vivid images one after another, leaving Zhong Wen, Gan Muyun and others stunned and amazed.
"How is it possible? How is it possible?" Lao Hei's eyes were dull, his expression was dull, and he kept mumbling to himself, "How can evil spirit and spiritual power coexist? Did all my women die in vain, my Xiaohong,
Qingqing, Gillian, A'Zhu, and..."
Zhong Wen: "..."
Originally, Lao Hei's loveless expression really made him feel some sympathy. However, as more and more women's names came out of the armadillo's mouth, Zhong Wen's expression became weirder and weirder. It was really...
It's so annoying and funny, I wish I could rush forward and kick it hard.
"...Meiling, Shishi..."
Dozens of breaths have passed, but Lao Hei's journey of remembrance continues.
"You know you're going to kill someone, why do you want to provoke so many women?" Zhong Wen finally couldn't help cursing, "Damn it, shameful!"
"You are young and have a good skin." Lao Hei glanced at him sideways and replied in a pretentious tone, "Of course you don't understand the loneliness and suffering of being alone in the long years."
Before Zhong Wen could complain, he suddenly wiped away his tears, turned to look at Zhu Ma who was having fun, and asked with confusion on his face: "Girl, what kind of avenue have you understood?"
"The way to keep away evil spirits." Zhuma opened her lips lightly and replied slowly.
"Naxie?" Lao Hei looked confused, "What the hell?"
"To me, spiritual power means evil." Zhuma answered truthfully, "Naying evil, as the name suggests, means having the ability to accommodate evil."
"You mean..." Lao Hei's eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Now my body can not only hold spiritual power, but also convert the absorbed spiritual power into evil spirit." Zhuma's answer confirmed Lao Hei's idea.
"There is such a great road!" Lao Hei was so excited that he trembled all over. "Even spiritual power can be converted into evil energy. Given time, who else in the world can be your opponent?"
"My current cultivation level is insufficient, and the spiritual power I absorb can only be converted into about 30%." Zhuma thought for a while and said, "When I become a saint in the future, the conversion efficiency should be able to increase a lot."
"Enough, enough, 30% is a lot." Lao Hei laughed loudly, "It seems that the rise of my 'Tiansha Body' lineage is unstoppable!"
"Old Hei, now that I am not afraid of spiritual power, does that mean..."
But Zhuma hugged Zhong Wen's arm tightly, with a happy smile on her face, "Can I be with Zhong Wen?"
The faint fragrance of a girl came from the tip of his nose, and the touch on his arm was unimaginably soft. Zhong Wen couldn't help but blush slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to push her away, but he couldn't reach out his hand.
"This..." Lao Hei's face froze and he hesitated, "You are a majestic Tiansha body, a genius who is rare to see in a century. You should work hard and stand on top of the world as soon as possible. How can you indulge in the love between your children...
"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhuma had already "popped" excitedly on Zhong Wen's cheek.
"Zhuma, you..."
No matter how beautiful and hot the beauty in front of him is, Zhong Wen still feels a little uncomfortable when he thinks of her real age.
"Don't you like me?" Zhuma's face darkened, and her expression suddenly became a little sad.
"How could it be?" Zhong Wen waved his hands repeatedly, "It's just..."
"That's it!" Zhuma, who was depressed just a moment ago, suddenly smiled and kissed him heavily on the face. Then she leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "I don't care how many women you have.
.”
Is this the problem?
Zhong Wen sighed, not knowing how to persuade him.
"In my opinion, Sister Bande also likes you." Zhuma's next words were even more unexpected, "How about the two of us marry you together?"
"What?" Zhong Wen's face changed drastically in shock, and he almost staggered to the ground.
"If you still feel that it is not enough, Senior Sister Liu is also a good candidate." Zhuma's voice was soft and gentle, unhurried and unhurried, like sweet words from a devil, full of irresistible charm, "Now Senior Sister's realm is affected by
Loss and depression are the best ways to capture her heart..."
"Stop, stop!"
Zhong Wen broke into a cold sweat after hearing this, and his head was pounding. He finally couldn't help but stretched out his right hand, rubbed Zhuma's head hard, and interrupted harshly, "Little girl Pianzi, what nonsense have you been thinking about all day long! I
I’m going to read a book.”
Having said that, he didn't wait for Zhuma's rebuttal, decisively greased the soles of his feet, and slipped into the many bookshelves, hiding deep inside, never daring to show his head again.
"cut!"
Zhuma curled her lips in displeasure, and then burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks slightly red, and her expression indescribably playful.
Not long after, another line of small words appeared on the bookshelf panel in Zhong Wen's mind.
"If you have entered 5,000 "Exercise" books, please draw lots to get rewards: 1. Book of Soul Dao; 2. Soul Thorn; 3. Collection of men's clothing for half a year."
What the hell...
Looking at this unique option three, Zhong Wen felt speechless for a while, and didn't know whether he should be happy or happy.
"Congratulations on getting the reward: the Book of Soul Dao."
It’s another book of Tao, and I don’t know who to teach it to.
It was clear that he had successfully bypassed the weird option three, but Zhong Wen didn't know why, but he felt a little disappointed.
He closed his eyes and planned to browse through the "Book of Soul Dao" at will before continuing to enter other books.
Unexpectedly, as soon as an illusory word "Tao" came into view, an indescribable mysterious aura suddenly surged around him.
Is this...the aura of the avenue?
Who has entered Taoism?
Zhong Wen quickly turned his head to look, but the scene in front of him was like a bolt from the blue, making him burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.
This aura of avenue actually comes from "Zhongwen No. 2"!