"The first step to summoning spirits is to plant crystal powder on the flesh and blood like planting seedlings." Meng Miao was tense together, his whole body trembled, a faint chill on his back, and his voice trembled slightly, "If you have to practice this magic, you have to harm yourself first? Su Ruxue's brother, why are you looking at me like this?"

On a thick tree branch that was as elegant as a twisted beard, Su Xian was dressed in Qingqiu Gate costume, with a clear edge and angular face. Although it was not as good as the wind, there was a hint of coldness between his eyebrows and eyes, and he sat cross-legged. He was sitting cross-legged with a sharp and restrained smell in his every move. His black eyes were like a pool, which seemed to contain no emotional fluctuations. He shouted: "Don't talk nonsense. Practice!"

Su Xian's injury has not healed completely, so how could he die and cut off his flesh? Wouldn't that be even worse?

Meng Miao howled sadly, not daring to be dissatisfied. He was just a favorable person who had gained a price. He immediately restrained his disrespectful smile, his expression was solemn, his eyes flashed like cold stars. If he listened carefully, he would see that there were dragons and horses galloping in his body, and the rumbling drums were roaring, and the essence of his body dispersed like clouds and mists, and the blood surging like boiling water.

puff!

In an instant, Meng Miao squirted out a mouthful of blood, his figure swayed slightly, and soon he held his body firmly like a biting stone Laosong. His clothes were shattered. Su Xian above threw down a fig leaf expressionlessly to help Meng Miao block the last bit of privacy. But Meng Miao's mind was not at all. At this time, after his self-harm practice, he could hardly shake the skin on his body like a tympanic membrane to crack, with blood lines densely spreading, and hideous and terrifying.

This is the prerequisite for the magical magic of spiritual summoning. Without the wounds of flesh and blood, how can there be planting?

When the wound on the surface of the body was torn apart like a crack on the ground, the fiery red flesh became more and more eye-catching, and the clear sound of the phoenix sound seemed to be seeking self-protection. The loud sound spread on the swamp. A few minutes later, Meng Miao almost became a bloody man, and there was no perfect place on his body. His whole body was bathed in the bloody curtain, but his expression became more and more determined. He bit his cheeks tightly, and there was a sense of ruthlessness in his eyes. Then he did not exudate his aura, and he used his eyes to signal Su Xian to help him with his next step.

Su Xian nodded. The majestic spirit energy and energy were together, which had the effect of controlling objects. It was like using the fingers of the arm to apply the spiritual medicine liquid evenly near Meng Miao's spiritual vein in the air. While observing Meng Miao's reaction, Meng Miao was carrying the severe pain like a tough guy. Unexpectedly, as soon as the medicine liquid was put on the ground and wiped it, a pleasant moan suddenly came from his mouth, sucking in cool air, but it continued to flow.

Su Xian didn't know what Meng Miao was experiencing, but he felt that the call was too indecent and there was a suspicion of provoking foreign enemies. His eyes were filled with coldness and looked at Meng Miao deeply. The latter understood it and hurriedly kept silent. However, a strong man might be able to bear the pain of his skin, but he might not be able to withstand the tenderness of the curtain.

Looking at Meng Miao's eternal expression, Su Xian seemed to guess what this guy felt.

"oh……"

After holding it in for a minute, Meng Miao couldn't help it, and then a low moan to release himself came from him.

Su Xian's face was as dark as charcoal, his eyes were gloomy, and his essence turned into a strong wind and blew, stirring up the red crystal powder selected by Meng Miao. In an instant, the stars were flying all over the sky, and grains of crystal dust were like red jade powder. Under Su Xian's exquisite control, a pink dense net formed. The big net shook and suddenly pressed towards Meng Miao.

Jingfen was standing in his body and attached to the flesh and blood. Mengmiao's face changed drastically. The pain near the ten spiritual veins was very blurry. It was supposed that the spiritual medicine liquid had worked, but there seemed to be thousands of ants in his limbs and bones, causing his mind to tremble violently, his eyes were bloodshot, and he instantly crawled with blood. After another qi sinks into the dantian, he didn't care about any crisis. His muscles stirred, and a loud roar rang through the dense forest and shook the swamp.

Su Xian resisted the urge to overturn Meng Miao with a slap, slowly stood up, looked around, and was wary of the consequences of Meng Miao's voice.

Su Xian has finished what he should do. Whether he can successfully summon the spirit depends on Meng Miao's own luck.

The martial arts chapter explains that although spirit-calling is a magical technique, the success rate is very low. In addition, it has to endure the suffering that ordinary people cannot bear. After experiencing thousands of hammers and chisels, it is considered a different approach and found a shortcut for some martial arts practitioners who unconditionally learn martial arts. However, practicing martial arts can only escape boredom and loneliness. Ordinary martial arts practice requires wind, sun, to survive the cold seasons, to understand the world, and finally achieve something.

This shortcut provides Su Xian and others with the possibility of achieving success overnight, but when summoning the spirit, it is like walking into purgatory, surrounded by thunder in all directions. They have to use their fragile flesh and blood to face the storm and storm, and electric whip and whip.

I don’t know if too many insects left, but Meng Miao’s roar just now would probably cause a tide of insects. Now, there is not even a single insect shadow in a radius of 100 meters.

The two of them didn't know that this was due to the Black-Covered Peony. After the nest was invaded a few days ago, some Black-Covered Peony ran around to tell the story of unity, warning the surrounding Zergs to stick to their homes and never be lured out by vicious human monks, and they lost their roots in the clan.

Su Xian didn't know about this. He stood on the tree branch and looked around. After seeing it for a long time, there was no movement. He couldn't help but sigh at Meng Miao's good luck.

An hour later, Su Xian put his eyes back on Meng Miao. A faint light floated between his flesh and blood. The sound of the phoenix sounded again, but there was no strange sight after the call of the spirit. Then he ended his efforts with a sadness falling between his eyebrows. He shook his head at Su Xian, meaning that he had failed this time.

Meng Miao took the healing pill, and after half a day, layers of blood scabs formed, and then fell down, revealing the fair skin of a newborn baby.

His first spiritual call ended in failure.

"Retreat for a day and continue tomorrow."

Su Xian was not surprised by what was expected. After throwing this sentence, Su Xian jumped onto the huge tree canopy, his body was as light as smoke, stepped on the dark green palm leaves, enjoying the care of the scorching sun, moving slightly, walking back and forth slowly, waiting for his recovery.

Meng Miao was disappointed because he felt that he wasted a good material. The amount of this spiritual medicine was not large. He also hoped that he could awaken many imitation martial arts. As a result, this dismal beginning made him frustrated and inexplicably felt that he had let down Su Xian's expectations.

A day passed, and with the help of Su Xian, Meng Miao began to summon the spirit for the second time, but he chose the fire attribute demon crystal, but failed again.

"Do I have no qualifications?" After the failure, Meng Miao seemed to be depressed, his spirit was drained, and he had been in a swamp for a long time without any slimness, and his stubbornness was everywhere, revealing a sense of vicissitudes of life until middle age.

Hearing this, Su Xian silently said, then shook his head and said, "From King Wu, everyone's starting point is the same, so don't doubt yourself. This thing has a high failure rate, and there is nothing to underestimate yourself. In martial arts, you must be firm in your mind."

"I just feel that I'm wasting my medicinal materials. This medicine liquid can be sold at a sky-high price when put outside. Forty-nine fourth-level medicinal materials, the mysterious method of summoning spirits, and I can't buy a million-dollar hard demon jade. As a result, I ruined two million hard demon jade at once. I haven't had such an oversquandering moment in my life, think about it... it's so cool!" As he said that, Meng Miao laughed first.

Meng Miao's self-regulation is very powerful. Whether it is practicing or living in the world, everything is like sailing against the current, each has its own worries and everyone has its own suffering. Without a balanced mentality, that practitioner will go to extremes, enter the evil path, and step on the path of demons. These are very common things.

Because of the backwardness and remoteness, in a sense, this place seems simpler and simpler than the world of cultivation, and the competition is not that cruel.

When you really get outside, you might be plotted against someone for some reason. Until you die, you don’t know who you provoked or what you did wrong. This is the complex world where you cheat on others for resources.

Qingyu said that Su Xian was easily deviled, and Ye Zhiqiu said that Su Xian had a life that buried all living beings in the world. Perhaps this was not because Su Xian’s mentality was not good enough. In fact, Su Xian’s mentality was also very good. If he could tolerate it, he would tolerate it. If he couldn’t, he would kill people suddenly. What is the prerequisite for killing people?

You need to have strength first!

Is it difficult to be a big devil?

If you don’t have some strength, you will be destroyed halfway through. How can you still have the reputation of spreading all over the world?

People like Meng Miao are easier to survive in this prosperous wave. He knows how to be patient and pretend to be stupid will hide his emotions. He also brings the local atmosphere of a corner of the southern desert. He is willing to be humble in order to make a living. At most, he lives without dignity.

But sometimes, in the eyes of these people, dignity is useless. The billions of bones in the world were thrown into the street for a moment of passion. Who knows which bone belongs to them?

It would be ridiculous to talk about dignity at that time.

Su Xian knew all these things, and even saw them at a very young age. However, in the past year and a half, he had embarked on the path of cultivation. He had a smooth journey. He could survive by relying on his knowledge, background, and some intellectual coercion and inducement. The Southern Wilderness is also good at the Southern Wilderness. But when he saw Meng Miao, he thought of his past experiences, and the edges and corners were smoothed by this troubled times, and as King of Martial Arts, he had no intention of being a Martial Arts, which made Su Xian suddenly remember his previous experiences.

From Meng Miao's slightly tired and worldly mindset, Su Xian understood the bone-knocking and marrow-sucking in the cultivation world.

After the waves washed away the sand, most of the people left were like this.

Such a world like a large dye vat, from the other hand, is also amazing.

Looking at Meng Miao, Su Xian was silently ecstatic for a while. After his thoughts returned, he also laughed with Meng Miao and asked, "Do you want to find a wife?"

Meng Miao looked confused: "???"

Did we talk about this last second?

Why can you cross this sad topic in the next second?

"This, Su Ruxue's brother, the word "wife" is the vulgar statement of our rough men. It's really a bit dissonant when you say it." Meng Miao laughed dryly and cleverly began to change the topic.

"Daughter-in-law? Woman? Girl? Haha." Su Xian didn't think he was so delicate and smiled.

Suddenly, Meng Miao's sorrow in his heart was dispelled by Su Xian's words. As soon as he opened his mouth, he became a little unscrupulous and asked curiously: "Su Ruxue's brother, what do you think of Size's girl?"

"Hmm?" Su Xian frowned, not knowing what Meng Miao wanted to say.

Meng Miao was frightened by Su Xian's slightly narrowed eyes and repeatedly defended: "No, don't look at me like this, I don't mean that. I have no idea about her, and I don't match her age! I'm looking for you! The girl Qiwu has fair skin and beautiful appearance, thin waist and long legs, and has such a good figure. Don't you have no idea?"

"If you don't say it, I almost forgot that she is a woman." Su Xian said as if he suddenly remembered something.

Meng Miao's thick eyebrows were flashing with a light called gossip in his eyes. This was just the right time for the two of them to say in private. He was looking forward to Su Xian's answer. After all, in his opinion, the two were simply a pair of people. As a result, Su Xian said this casually, which made Meng Miao cough and tide on his face.

"Everyone is a man, why can you be so hypocritical?" Meng Miao asked without giving up and did not give up.
Chapter completed!