Chapter 275 What is this?(1/2)
Mo Yun lay lazily on the sofa, looking at these small black coffins, falling into deep thought.
"What is this thing?"
He was a little confused.
"Why is the aura above so consistent with the aura of the coffin in the Martial Arts Dream Burial Demon Mountain dungeon?"
Most of the copies of martial arts dreams are designed based on the original appearance of the cave.
After returning home, Mo Yun checked it.
The prototype of the Demon Burial Mountain in the Martial Arts Dream is actually a forbidden area in the Kyoto Grotto.
The name of that forbidden place is also called Burial Demon Mountain.
But what Mo Yun couldn't understand was why he found this thing at the bottom of the lake.
"Or... find an opportunity to go to Kyoto's underground cave?"
Mo Yun narrowed his eyes half-squinted and thought about going to the Kyoto Grotto.
"Maybe there is such a coffin in the Burial Demon Mountain in Kyoto's underground cave."
"And, that coffin is the main owner."
"There is probably just a model in my hand."
Thinking of this, Mo Yun used his mental power to explore the small black coffin again.
As a result, there is no gain.
He could no longer sense anything except the rich death.
"How did this thing appear at the bottom of the lake?"
"It seems that I have to go to Kyoto's underground cave."
"only……"
Thinking of this, Mo Yun frowned.
The Kyoto underground cave is a little far from Jiangnan.
The Forbidden Land of Burial Demon Mountain is also deep in the Kyoto Grotto, and the five and a half hours of free movement are not enough.
There is still one day left for the clone to use.
But Mo Yun did not plan to use it at this time.
This thing must be kept and used when it is important.
There is only one day left, Mo Yun dares not waste it.
Furthermore, even if you spend the time spent on this day of clone use, it may not be enough to find the coffin.
"Master, what are you thinking?"
Just as Mo Yun was thinking about being immersed in the divine situation, Xiao Hei's voice sounded behind him.
This guy couldn't stand the loneliness and turned into a human form again.
"nothing."
Mo Yun turned his head, looked at Xiao Hei, and suddenly his face became strange.
Since the magic sword can produce consciousness.
So, is it okay to have a weak fire in the flow blade?
Thinking of this, Mo Yun couldn't help but concentrate on thinking.
"Xiao Hei can give birth to spiritual consciousness."
"It's because my mental power exploded at that time and I directly derived 24 magic swords."
"So that... Is Liuren Ruohuo necessary to develop consciousness, and to evolve into 24 slugs?"
But soon, Mo Yun shook his head again.
He had just controlled the flowing blade Ruohuo in the void.
Discovering this thing cannot lead to more.
In other words, no matter how Mo Yun's mental power increases, it can only be one.
Thinking of this, Mo Yun already knew it roughly.
The key is not the twenty-four slaughter, but the strength of one's own mental power.
As long as your mental power meets the requirements, the flowing blade can be upgraded to the highest level and generate consciousness.
But now... it's not enough.
Mo Yun clearly felt that the distance between the flowing blade and fire was still much shorter than that.
"Master, why are you always looking at this black thing?" Xiao Hei looked at the small black coffin on Mo Yun's hand with curious expression.
"Look at it casually." Mo Yun said perfunctorily.
"Oh." Xiao Hei nodded, thought for a while and asked again: "Master, is it a toy?"
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Hearing this, Mo Yun wanted to hit someone. He was crazy and used a coffin as a toy?
But soon, Mo Yun was stunned and looked at the little black man in confusion and said, "Don't you think there is something wrong with this coffin?"
"Ah... Is there a problem? What's the problem?" Xiao Hei stared wide, his face full of confusion.
"You can't sense it?" Mo Yun frowned.
"Ah... Could it be??!" Xiao Hei was full of excitement.
Mo Yun relaxed his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.
I just said that such an obvious aura cannot be perceived.
However, when he heard what Xiao Hei said, Mo Yun almost vomited blood.
"Does...is there someone living inside?!"
"Calm your head, turn back to your sword. Don't run out of it if you have nothing to do." Mo Yun knocked Xiao Hei's head and said bluntly.
"Master, it's too boring to wait for the sword..." Xiao Hei pulled the hem of his black skirt, bit his lip, with tears in his eyes, and looked at Mo Yun pitifully.
Mo Yun gave her a blank look: "Then you can be quiet, don't disturb me thinking about things."
"Yeah, Xiao Hei is obedient and will not disturb his master!" Xiao Hei nodded quickly.
Mo Yun ignored it and used his spirit to explore the small black coffin again.
However, nothing was found.
At this point, Mo Yun shook his head and threw it on the coffee table, not wanting to worry about it anymore.
Let’s talk about it when you have the chance.
Since he couldn't find out the special nature of the black coffin, Mo Yun was too lazy to care about it anymore.
As for why Xiao Hei couldn't sense the breath, he didn't think much about it.
Maybe it's because this guy is a spirit body, so it's normal not to be able to sense it.
Shaking his head, Mo Yun stopped thinking about this, took out his phone and prepared to play a few games.
Clicking on the game, Mo Yun suddenly looked at him, smiling, stood aside stupidly, staring at Xiao Hei who had been staring at Mo Yun.
Mo Yun frowned, raised his phone, and said, "Do you want to play?"
"Think...think!" Xiao Hei's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said.
"Then I'll get you a cell phone, so don't keep staring at me in the future!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Xiao Hei swallowed, looking forward to it.
She had long wanted to play with that square box!
It must be fun!
Otherwise, the owner wouldn't have held it for twenty-four hours!
Hahaha, now I can also have my own box!
By the way...what is this thing called?
Hand...mobile phone!
Yes, that's right, it's a cell phone!
Xiao Hei danced with joy and started to dance with joy.
"You wait, I'll get your cell phone."
Mo Yun got up, walked into the bedroom, and started rummaging in the drawer.
To be continued...