Mo Tear and Mo Sheng glanced at each other, and hurriedly lowered their heads nervously, their brows furrowed. Pray aloud in your heart, "You don't recognize me, you don't recognize me." ”

These two years have passed, and I have changed a lot. Besides, the other party is such a tall person, how can he take such a little kid as himself to heart?

As long as he doesn't recognize himself, then he can be fine. If this guy's fucking eyesight is really good, then I'm afraid I'm really going to be buried in a foreign land today.

Lin Xiaomu hurriedly stepped forward, inadvertently blocked the ink tears, and saluted respectfully: "Senior Mo, the junior is polite here." ”

Mo Sheng nodded calmly, his eyes jumped, and he silently looked at the young man who was just bowing his head.

Gou Jian looked confused, looking like they didn't look like ordinary people, and then pulled the corner of Lin Xiaomu's clothes, and said in a low voice: "Who is he?"

Lin Xiaomu turned his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Great Sword Saint, Mo Sheng's senior." ”

Gou Jian repeated in his heart, thought about it, suddenly came to his senses, and exclaimed, "It's him." ”

Then there was endless excitement and excitement in my heart, and I moved forward stupidly, and it was really an opportunity to meet such a master in my previous life.

Looking at his appearance, he really wanted to kneel on the ground, hugging the other party's thighs, and shamelessly apprentice.

Lin Xiaomu grabbed him and shook his head gently.

Gou Jian came to his senses, stopped, looked at the tears of ink who was bowing his head, and said happily: "Xiaomo, Xiaomo, take a look, take a look, who have we met? A generation of sword crowns, not everyone can see it. ”

Mo Tear's facial features were almost wrinkled, and his heart was helpless and desolate. Thinking about this fool, I'm afraid I won't be killed.

He shook his head slightly, signaling Gou Jian not to say any more, but what about Gou Jian? Seeing that Mo Tear was wrong, he asked with concern: "Xiao Mo, what's wrong? ”

Ink tears instantly want to die, this kind of pig-like teammate, I'm afraid it will be rare to meet once in eighteen lifetimes!

A generation of big sword saint ink tears, his eyes fell on Lin Xiaomu again, smiled slightly, and said slightly: "Miss Lin, I originally wanted to go to Jiangxia City to find you, but I didn't expect to meet here, and it really saved me a lot of trouble." Senior Lingyun said, the rest will be left to me, you can go back to the mountain. ”

Mo Tear and Gou Jian were shocked almost at the same time, but their inner thoughts were completely different.

When Mo Tear heard the word Lingyun, he instantly understood, no wonder Lin Xiaomu had to follow him all the time, it turned out that all this was arranged, and now obviously don't disguise, they are coming at him.

Mo Tear slowly raised his head, and a cold gaze quietly focused on Lin Xiaomu.

When Gou Jian heard the word Lingyun, he thought of Lin Xiaomu's name again, and immediately understood. The girl beside her is Lin Xiaomu, a genius disciple of the Jingshe Immortal Sect who is rumored to be the reincarnation of the Emperor of the Dao in the world.

Gou Jian turned his head excitedly and looked at Lin Xiaomu, with undisguised admiration and envy in his eyes.

Two completely different gazes fell on her at the same time, and she was startled by the cold gaze of Ink Tears.

I don't know why, my heart is so cold and guilty, sad and melancholy, and I want to explain all this in a hurry. But he didn't say anything.

Suddenly, Gou Jian realized that since Lin Xiaomu's identity can be so scary, what will be the identity of Mo Tear, which looks even more weird?

Gou Jian hurriedly asked, "Xiaomo, Xiaomo." You're not going to tell me you're also a world-famous master, are you?"

Mo Tear grinned, his laughter was full of sadness, and he said loudly and freely: "Yes, my status is high? I offended six masters at once two years ago, who are they?"

Let me think. The four strange old men of the Jingshe Immortal Sect, as well as the head of the Sanqing Sect and the Great Sword Saint of the Holy Sword Sect, I don't know why, I offended them all of a sudden...... It's funny that they all have to shout at me and kill me. ”

Gou Jian was stunned in surprise, the person who could offend those six characters must be extremely not simple, and he couldn't help himself for a long time.

Mo Tear walked back and forth for two steps, suddenly stopped beside Lin Xiaomu, looked at him deadly, and suddenly realized: "Oh, there is another one, which is even more amazing." That's this Lin Xiaomu, Miss Lin.

Follow me as much as you can along the way, presumably for today. It's so well disguised, it's really hard for you. ”

That sentence was like a sharp knife inserted into Lin Xiaomu's heart. She didn't know why she felt so sad, so desolate. It wasn't clear to her why she wanted to explain all this so much?

But everything was indeed done by her, and she couldn't explain it. In an instant, his eyes became moist, and he could only shake his head quietly.

When she received the task of tracking Mo Tear and reporting her whereabouts in time, she thought it was very simple, but it turned out that fate was helping her, and she met Mo Tear not long after riding a horse down the mountain.

Riding past him, then hiding, and quietly following him, it all went so smoothly that even if it was finally discovered, it was still going on in a good way.

Now that the mission has been successful, she feels extremely lost and sad, why is that?

It stands to reason that Mo Tear may be the son of the world, once it is confirmed, I am afraid that everyone will be punished, what she did is a great merit for the people to eliminate harm, and it should be remembered by the world, but why is she so sad and heartbroken at this moment.

Seeing her moist eyes, Mo Tear didn't continue to say more, suddenly turned around, stared at Mo Sheng calmly and indifferently, and said coldly: "What are you doing here? Are you here to kill me?" or to arrest me?"

Mo Sheng was still looking at him calmly, ignoring him, just nodding quietly.

It was only then that Gou Jian came back to his senses and said in surprise: "Xiaomo, who are you, why did you offend so many people at once?"

Mo Tear smiled, and said miserably: "I am nothing, but by chance, unintentionally, I offended all the masters in this world without even letting out a fart, do you think I am very lucky? I can't become a master, but let the master remember." ”

Gou Jian grinned and quipped, "What a fart." You have offended so many people at once, and you don't think about me. ”

Mo tearfully smiled and said, "Fuck it's your shit." ”

Gou Jian said confidently: "Why is it none of my business? You and I are brothers, isn't the person you offend the same person I offend?"

Mo was stunned for a moment, knowing what this stupid boy was going to do, and instantly scolded: "Get out, you can get out of the way for me as far as the road is, who is your brother?

Gou Jian didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Don't you know if you deserve to see it?"

Mo Tear's heart instantly cooled, and he said in shock: "Silly boy, you may die if you are brothers with me, get out of here!"

Gou Jian's smile faded, and he said seriously: "Who told me to die badly?

Mo was stunned for a moment, no, why did he suddenly lower his rank, and hurriedly argued: "I'm a few days older than you, I'm the eldest brother, and you're the younger brother." ”

Gou Jian was not convinced, and continued: "Along the way, you call me Lao Jian, and I call you Xiaomo, don't you understand?

Mo Tear was speechless for an instant, and the words turned to a moment, and he said seriously: "Okay, I won't fight with you, I will admit your brother, but this matter is related to me, you can't interfere." ”

Gou Jian said with a hippie smile: "I'm your eldest brother, and the younger brother's business is my business, how can there be any reason not to interfere?"

In this matter, Mo Tear cannot back down. He knew that once Gou Jian was involved, he was afraid that it would really hurt him.

Mo tearfully said: "This matter has no need to be discussed, otherwise it would not be a brother." ”

Gou Jian still smiled, "Forget it, big brother has asked you to do a good job, I have to intervene in this matter." ”

Mo Tear knew that this guy's stubborn temper had come up, and no matter what he said, he couldn't say it right.

Facing the Great Sword Saint opposite, these two young men who have not yet grown their hair are talking and laughing, arguing and arguing here, and they simply don't take each other seriously.

Mo Sheng was not in a hurry, but the two of them seemed to be endless, and no matter how good their patience was, they would be wiped out by these two fledgling teenagers who were not afraid of tigers.

Mo Sheng said: "Don't make any noise, I came here this time just to prove one thing, and I didn't plan to kill anyone." One by one, they are scrambling to be reincarnated, I really don't know how there are so many weirdos in the world. ”

Gou Jian suddenly turned his head and drifted towards the ink tears, and blurted out, "I want you to take care of it! You don't wait for the good sword gate, you come here to meddle in your affairs, you really have nothing to do after eating too much." ”

Mo Tear and Lin Xiaomu were taken aback at the same time. This guy has changed too fast, he originally admired this young senior, but now he is not inferior. I really don't know if he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, or if he has a lot of rusty brains.

Mo Tear saluted respectfully, and said calmly: "Seniors came this time, what do you want to prove? Should you say that the monsters on the Jade Everest Peak were released by me? I have already explained, if I have that ability, will I still stand in this vast yellow sand and eat sand and swallow soil?"

Mo Sheng still had a gentle face, and said slowly: "I'm here to verify whether you are the legendary son of the world?" Although I don't believe that the monsters on the Jade Bead Peak were released from within, you are indeed very suspicious. So I had to put it to the test. ”

Mo tears Oh, and said stupidly: "Now I suspect that I am the son of the destruction of the world, you people are really idle eggs, think about it is a play, even if the legend of 10,000 years ago is true, how can you verify it?"

Mo Sheng took out a short flute out of nowhere, turned it around his fingers, held it in his hand in a chic manner, and introduced: "This is the flute handed down by the ancestor of the Holy Sword Sect, which is said to be able to distinguish the son of the world. ”

Mo Tear smiled, and said stupidly: "Just hit a few small holes in a broken bamboo, and you have that kind of ability." ”

Mo Sheng's face suddenly changed, and he quickly said, "Is there any?" Try it once and you'll know. ”

Mo Sheng personally blew the flute, and after a while, the sound of the flute floated slowly around, crisp and pleasant. The dust in the air seemed to stop in an instant, and the strong wind knife also stopped drifting.

Gradually, the shiny turquoise flute gradually spread its scarlet light along the carefully carved lines.

Lin Xiaomu and Gou Jian heard the sound of the flute floating slowly, as if it could hook people's hearts and souls, make people intoxicated, and feel that their whole body was floating with the sound of pleasant laughter, which was extremely comfortable.

Mo Tear didn't feel too much, he looked around curiously, and then looked at himself, feeling that there was nothing unusual, and said with a smile: "It seems that I am not the so-called son of destruction you are looking for." ”

The words of ink tears have just been finished. Suddenly, his face stiffened, and his face gradually twitched.

He felt as if there was a devastating flood impacting his spiritual sea, and the entire spiritual sea kept vibrating, as if small openings had been cracked in the endless dark night.

The little red balls in the Eight Heat Hell in the Spirit Sea quickly jumped wildly, and the explosion broke in an instant, spreading endless flames, about to devour the entire Spirit Sea.

And in Lin Xiaomu, Gou Jian, Mo Sheng, and the bald little boy Yu Wu, the black pupils of the ink tears instantly turned bright red like blood, and the raging flames spread all over his body, coupled with the painful struggle of his face, it was as if Yama had descended into the world, terrifying.

But these people, looking at this weird and terrifying side, were not frightened.

Gou Jian and Lin Xiaomu were extremely worried when they saw Mo Tear's painful expression, and quickly asked almost at the same time, "Are you okay?"

Mo Tear was in severe pain as if he was about to be swallowed by endless flames, and with his blade-like will, he quickly sat down cross-legged, calmed his mind, and hurried his luck to try to suppress the Eight Heat Hell and prevent it from being swallowed up by the Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire.

With a bang, the flute in Mo Sheng's hand shattered instantly, turned into dust in an extremely weird way, and gradually fell to the ground. The surroundings returned to calm, the awe-inspiring wind knives hung up again, and the dust drifted everywhere again.

Mo Tear's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his brows were frowned, his face turned pale in an instant, and after a while, the raging flames on his body gradually faded, and there was still a trace of white smoke on his forehead.

He slowly opened his eyes and slowly stood up. No one knew how dangerous it was just now, if he hadn't taken a step further and hadn't suppressed the Eight Heat Hell in time, I'm afraid that his bones would have been gone.

Mo Tear laughed, no one knew what he was laughing at. Even if it was him, he didn't know very well. It's about self-mockery.

After falling off the cliff, he inexplicably met a ghost, and inexplicably obtained a book, and there was even more inexplicable an eight-heat hell in the spiritual sea that could engulf him at any time.

What's even more ridiculous is that all of this can't be explained to people, and the book that can't be gotten rid of is even invisible to the master, as if it has become a ghost, and it has always haunted itself.

Mo Tear suddenly stopped laughing, and said lightly: "It seems to be me." ”

Mo Sheng nodded.

Ink Tears asked, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Sheng replied decisively: "Kill." ”

Mo Sheng's words were extremely bland, but in this blandness, there was a faint hint of an indestructible murderous aura.

Lin Xiaomu and Gou Jian were shocked. What is the weight of a killing word of the Great Sword Master? At least for them, it is as simple as an elephant trampling an ant to death.

Mo Tear was not surprised, and said cheerfully: "I heard that you once cut the river, but is it true?"