This kind of art of war, although the power is endless, but the average monk in his hands, whether he is willing to practice or not is really unknown, there will be ~щww~~lā

Is it worth it to abandon everything and throw yourself into the negativity of heaven and earth for the sake of power?

Everyone has their own answer to this question, and everyone's beliefs and intentions are different, so there is no conclusion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As an ancient power, Meng Lao naturally understands "eternal life", and at this moment, he is inevitably a little surprised to see a hairy boy who has made this art of war reappear in the world.

"Even this most vicious and evil art of war has reappeared in the world, and it seems that this great world is going to be completely chaotic. "Dream Lao has a distant vision and is worried.

Although the art of war displayed by the gray-eyed and black-robed young man was incomplete and incomplete, this did not prevent Meng Lao from analyzing the slightest wisp of information from it.

The incomplete art of war has been born, will it be far from complete?

The answer is naturally yes, Meng Lao took this as a clue, and in a trance, his eyes traveled through time and space, and he saw a long-lost art of war reappearing in the world.

That kind of scene, absolutely vast and magnificent!

What is a great world, and what is a troubled world?

There is no doubt that hundreds of schools of thought are contending, and the endless sky is arrogant!

This, for the great world, for the troubled times!

Meng Lao is proficient in the power of big dreams, he sees the clues of the troubled times and sees the signs of turmoil.

There is an old saying that the times create heroes, the most turbulent period in history is coming, when the time comes, the strong will inevitably emerge in an endless stream, whether Mo Xuan can kill to the peak, is unknown.

There is an infinite number of talented people in the world, and with the arrival of great turmoil, more and more people will be born.

Not being able to catch a glimpse of the great turmoil is really a big pity for Meng Lao.

Even if he cultivated to the heavens, he was powerless to change this status quo, and he could only sigh in vain.

The old dream's thoughts fluttered, and dreamy bubbles appeared in his eyes, and then quickly burst.

He was trying to spy on the heavens, wanting to see the scene of great turmoil, but he gained very little.

In order to avoid the curse of heaven, Meng Lao reined in the power of the art of war after trying it and was no longer reluctant.

All of this is born between lightning and flint, fleeting, and extremely fast.

The changes in the outside world are minimal, which shows how fast the thinking of high-level monks is, and it is absolutely difficult for ordinary people to beat the horse!

On the ground, Mo Xuan was shrouded in billowing black mist, his life hanging by a thread, and his situation was extremely critical.

However, Meng Lao was indifferent, and he didn't have any intention of helping.

This was not because Meng Lao was indifferent, but he was sure that the immortal lock on Mo Xuan's body would help him get out of trouble.

Meng Lao's vision is so high, he has seen some of the secrets of the immortal lock that Mo Xuan himself has not understood, but he has not revealed them.

There is a saying that the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and if Meng Lao does not talk about this matter with Mo Xuan, he naturally has his considerations.

It is not for nothing that a word can change the future, and it often does more harm than good, so you must be careful!

In the void, Meng Lao looked down and quietly watched Mo Xuan and the gray-eyed black-robed young man entangled.

In his opinion, the immortal lock was bound to riot, but it turned out that this time he was wrong.

It was not the immortal locks that rioted, but the ...... Unicorn arm!

"Boom ......"

The wisps of curse power were stripped out of Mo Xuan's body by the gray-eyed black-robed young man, and every wisp of it was pressed into a trembling space, terrifying to the extreme.

Staring at the power of these curses, everyone in the world trembled, and felt a power that was yin and evil.

However, the gray-eyed black-robed young man was very excited, and he turned into a black mist, frantically plundering this curse.

"Haha...... I will be invincible in the world, and when I absorb this power, who can fight with me!" the young man's voice resounded through the black mist, very crazy.

But gradually, his voice changed!

"How...... What's going on, ah......"

The originally crazy voice suddenly changed, sharpened, and with a deep sense of panic.

"Boom ......"

I saw that the black mist of its incarnation rolled violently, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, which was extremely strange.

This change, even if the pressure on De Mo Xuan is relaxed!

"Roaring ......"

Soon, a terrible scream erupted from the black mist, which made people feel terrified, as if the gray-eyed black-robed boy had suffered great pain.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

Mo Xuan was stunned, staring at the layers of black mist, unable to understand what was born.

"Bang ......"

Suddenly, a part of the layers of black mist suddenly exploded, turning into blood mist, which was shocking and terrifying.

Mo Xuan finally stood up again, and seeing this, he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Roar...... I don't understand, I'm not reconciled, why can he bear this power unharmed, but I can't!" the gray-eyed and black-robed young man roared unwillingly.

Hearing this, Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly suddenly.

It seems that this person originally wanted to deprive Mo Xuan of the Blood Qilin curse in his body for his own use, but now he is suffering from it, and his body can't bear it, and he wants to be wiped out.

When you think about it, it's a no-brainer.

This teenager is only a half-step holy fire realm, even if the art of war he has mastered is the famous "eternal life", the foundation is there.

What a level of the Blood Qilin Curse, it was a curse released by a top-level Heavenly Rank Ancient War Beast before it died.

Mo Xuan was fine, it was because the Blood Qilin didn't want his life, and he was counting on him to find the Qilin Eyes.

But this gray-eyed and black-robed young man is worthless to the Blood Qilin, and he has the audacity to want to deprive him of the power of the curse, isn't this just looking for death?

As a result, this person fell into the current situation, unable to bear the power of the curse, and was crushed alive.

"Bang ......"

The black mist rolled, and the boy wanted to reunite his body, but he couldn't, so he could only howl miserably.

He regretted it, but the fact has come true, how can he say that he will change.

"Boom!"

After this state lasted for more than ten seconds, the young man exploded, and all the black mist was shattered, turning into a blood mist that spread out, which was extremely pungent.

"Puff ......"

The blood mist was also mixed with the curse power of the person himself, so it was also terrifying, and the place where it fell was pierced, and the ground became potholes for a while.

Everyone in the air dodged in unison, dodging the filthy blood, not wanting to be contaminated with the power of the curse.

After this incident, many people no longer dared to approach Mo Xuan.

No one knew in advance that Mo Xuan had the power of a curse, and it was the most terrifying Blood Qilin curse.

When the people of the kingdom of God hear this curse, their faces will change drastically, and if they encounter it, they will die, let alone these people here.

The power of the curse has always been the most out-of-the-way power, and not many people know about it, only that it is terrifying.

Therefore, when they didn't know whether the Blood Qilin curse would reach their bodies, most people didn't dare to approach Mo Xuan, and regarded him as a evil star, and they could dodge it.

In this regard, Mo Xuan was happy to see that at least there were many fewer obstacles to winning the treasure.

After the gray-eyed black-robed young man suffered the consequences, Mo Xuan's gaze re-projected into the sky.

I saw a large group of half-step Sacred Fire Realm powerhouses competing for the Dry Spring Seven Star Qin, fighting each other, even if someone could get the Guqin, they would be besieged and handed over.

So in a short period of time, this piano was constantly changing in the hands of everyone, and no one could take it away.

Fortunately, this instrument is tailor-made for the music, and the power of the body is gentle and vibrant, so it is not harmful to the monk.

If it is replaced by a special guqin, I am afraid that no one will be able to get close to it, and it will be absolutely wiped out by the killing power of the guqin itself.

Because of this, the competition for this guqin is more and more crazy!

After all, divine soldiers are scarce, and such gentle divine soldiers are even more treasures among treasures, and they must not be missed.

Look at the broken sword, and then look at the phoenix wing knife, which is not extremely difficult to submit, and if you don't get it right, you will be killed by it.

Looking at this dry spring seven star qin, there is no harm at all, even just approaching, I feel refreshed, such a baby, if you don't fight, how can you be willing.

In view of this, the confrontation between Mo Xuan and the gray-eyed black-robed young man failed to attract the attention of too many strong people, and their energy was focused on Guqin.

And only those who can't afford to fight will pay attention to the confrontation between others.

"Boom ......"

In all directions, the scene was extremely chaotic, countless people were fighting, and the battle was fierce, until the entire Guyue was about to collapse.

The strong, competing for treasures, the weak, competing for ordinary sharp weapons, no one is idle.

The turmoil of this scale is rare in the monk world, and if it weren't for the fact that this place is the Valley of Rebels, there would never be such chaos.

After Mo Xuan glanced at the guqin, his eyes were cast to the back again, wanting to see Mo Li's condition.

Once, he saw several brothers who were in a bitter battle, and they were fighting with others for the treasure.

The opponents of the brothers were all extraordinary, but there was no top-level Tianjiao in the half-step Sacred Flame Realm or anything among them, so they were quite comfortable dealing with it, and there was no danger in a short period of time.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and then the mysterious power in his body was mobilized, ready to take the guqin again.

Mo said that the guqin has not been obtained yet, and even if it is really obtained, Mo Xuan will do his best to grab it.

He plans to hand over this piano to Ye Qingxuan and Xue Shihan, so there is no room for loss.

"Boom ......"

With such a thought, Mo Xuan set off again, leaping like a dragon, unstoppable.

After the transformation of the exercises, his absorption of essence and qi increased greatly, so the consumption of the previous fighting method was negligible, and it did not affect his combat power.

"Bang ......"

Mo Xuan was like a killing god, and anyone who stood in his way blasted away, and for a while, the sky was full of mysteries, like fireworks.

There are only a handful of Tianjiao at the level of the Holy Tiger King here, and after being killed by Mo Xuan, it is difficult for anyone to pose a threat to him.

So he was like a bamboo, blasting countless people away, trying to win the guqin.

For a time, Mo Xuan became a public enemy, and many strong people besieged him.

But Mo Xuan's "Shaking the Mountain and Zhenyue" body protection couldn't be moved at all, and the force was infinite, shocking everyone.

On the way, there was also a powerful war composer to intercept Mo Xuan, and several people joined forces to play the music, and the sound waves were like a tide, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The void is trembling, the earth is shaking, layers of sound waves are destroying the heavens and the earth, and the dust is blown up to a thousand feet high, and the dust is flying.

Even the mountains that were far away from this place were shattered, and the ancient land with mountains and mountains was in shambles, countless ancient peaks collapsed and collapsed, and countless monks ran around with their heads in their hands.

One by one, the notes turned into runes and exploded the air, making Mo Xuan's soul split, and the strongest body was a little unbearable, and the qi and blood boiled uncontrollably with the rhythm.

In an instant, this place fell into a state of destruction, and the power of the war composer can be seen!

"Roaring ......"

In the face of such an attack, Mo Xuan let out a long roar, fell down in anger, and blood surged like a river.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Its art of war moved to the extreme, its flesh bloomed with holy radiance, its immeasurable qi and blood turned the heavens and the earth, its agitation momentum was vast and magnificent, and the temperature within the four directions suddenly rose.

"Whew!"

Soon, the temperature was extremely high, and Mo Xuan was like a round of scorching sun, causing countless vegetation and mountains and rocks to burn.

In the end, he forcibly broke the rhythm with the sound of qi and blood drumming, making it difficult for those delicate war composers to maintain consistency, and they all vomited blood and stopped.

At this point, no one could stop Mo Xuan, he grabbed the guqin in one fell swoop and included it in the payment ring!