Dark Spar [II]

Afterwards, Wang Wei said to everyone. "Everyone is still injured, so let's practice right now."

Everyone nodded, and found a relatively spacious place to sit cross-legged, and they had already entered deep cultivation for a while.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Wei suddenly felt that something seemed to be beating in the sea of ​​consciousness, and suddenly woke up from the deep cultivation.

"Master. Is that you, Master?" Wang Wei couldn't help but whisper twice. But as far as the consciousness is concerned, there is no Taoist Feng Mo. They saw a small ball of light jumping a few times in the sea of ​​consciousness.

What's this? Wang Wei couldn't help observing it intently, and saw that the ball of light was not big, with a round bottom and three light clusters bursting out like flames from the top. Looking at it from a distance, it looked like a ball of light with a hairstyle like a flame.