Of course, Miss Duan is not simple, in the original text of "Journey to the West", the golden hoop on Sun Wukong's head was given to Tang Seng by Guanyin, although the story of Mo Ye is now called "Journey to the West", but this layer of roots can never be said to be extinct.

Especially when Mo Xie used extraordinary means to defeat the future sand monk in public, he inexplicably sensed a strange qi from Miss Duan's body, although this qi only existed for less than a breath, but it was enough to make Mo Xie's armpits sweat.

Divine power is like hell!

Mo Xie slowly walked towards the collapsed dwelling, he maintained a state of being able to escape into the 'Heavenly Realm' at any time at any time, and there was no longer a delay in entering the 'Heavenly Realm' after opening the fourth layer, which allowed Mo Xie to have a sharper life-saving means in the state of the 'Concussive Sword' being temporarily sealed, and it was precisely because of the existence of this means that Mo Xie dared to take on this task in the first place.

""Journey to the West" is full of sinkholes, but I didn't expect that "Demon Suppression" is not simple...... It seems that you have to be careful......" Mo Xie cautiously walked to the collapsed house, waved his hand and cleared the debris with his telekinesis, and Mr. Sha, who had turned into a human form and sat on the ground, was exposed in the eyes of everyone.

Mo Xie looked at Mr. Sha coldly, there was a bloody mouth on Mr. Sha's stomach, and at this moment he was covering the wound with both hands to try to stop the bleeding, but how could the Soul Destroying Seal be so easy to bear? Blood was gushing from his fingers, and a large pool had accumulated on the ground.

Mr. Sha looked at Mo Xie with hatred in his eyes.

"This demon mana has been lost! Let you dispose of it! Revenge for revenge! Revenge for injustice!" Mo Xie thought about it and decided not to interfere in this matter again.

"Kill him, kill him!" Hearing Mo Xie's words, the fishermen immediately surrounded him with confidence and boldness, and one by one they held up all kinds of farm tools and were about to greet Mr. Sha......

"Stop! Stop! I'm a professional exorcist! Let me come!" Chen Xuanzang rushed to the crowd to protect Mr. Sha as in the original plot, he looked at Mo Xie, his eyes were full of stubbornness and persistence.

Should he be worthy of being the protagonist of this world, he can make such a complex expression with a pair of eyes.

"It's okay, since you think you're professional, then you can come, there are still some things to deal with in the poor Taoist temple, so let's leave first. Mo Ye immediately borrowed the slope and got off the donkey.

Nonsense, he didn't want to listen to the singing of Mr. Chen with a scumbag face in front of him, not to mention that there was a terrifying Miss Duan watching from the side, Mo Xie felt uncomfortable.

"Dao Chief, let's go!" In a compliment from the fishermen, Mo Xie gathered the six disciples who had come with him and left the fishing village.

"Strange, why hasn't the task of Bang Zun been completed yet?" Mo Xie didn't start muttering until he had walked far away and turned back that he could no longer see the fishing village.

"Master, your clothes are torn, let's wear this disciple first. At this time, one of the six disciples suddenly took off the Taoist robe on his body and presented it to Mo Ye, it didn't matter if he didn't take it off, but this one scared Mo Ye.

"Why are you wearing a belly pocket?" Mo Xie looked at this disciple, his eyelids jumping.

This disciple has an Adam's apple, is over the age of a weak crown, and is a serious young man, but no one can find such a man wearing a big red belly pocket.

Friend, what do you want to do?

"Master, what's wrong?" the disciple said in surprise when he saw that Mo Xie was acting differently.

The conversation between the master and apprentice quickly attracted the attention of the other five people, who turned to face Mo Ye one by one, and it was only at this time that Mo Ye realized that these six people looked exactly the same except for some differences in their hairstyles, and at the same time, under his perception, these five people were also wearing the same style of red belly pockets as this disciple.

"Six...... Liuhe Boy?" Mo Ye suddenly thought of something, and almost fell down with a slip under his feet.

My surname is Feng, Feng Xifan's Feng.

Nonsense, of course it's Feng Xifan's Feng, because Lao Tzu is Feng Xifan!

The sky thundered over, and Mo Ye looked sluggish.

"Shouldn't Feng Xifan be from the Qing Dynasty? Chen Xuanzang is from the Tang Dynasty! And I have a Liuhe boy by my side...... What's the situation?"

But he figured it out in a blink of an eye, what he was in now was an empty and chaotic mythical story, Chen Xuanzang had a scumbag face and an explosive head, everything was possible.

"It's nothing, let's go back quickly. Mo Xie quickly cleaned up his mood, took the clothes handed by the apprentice, put them on, and walked to the front.

"That...... Master, go back this way. One of the Liuhe boys kindly reminded.

"Forget it, it's better for you to lead the way...... "Road idiots should have the consciousness of road idiots."

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Feng Xifan, a famous exorcist twenty years ago, a quick sword in one hand is famous in the rivers and lakes, and the inner family is highly cultivated, and people give the nickname 'a sword without blood', which means: only one sword is needed to kill demons, and the sword is as fast as electricity, and the demon is headed and the blood is not as good as spurting. (This Feng Xifan is different from Feng Xifan in "The Legend of Deer and Ding".) The limelight was unbeatable for a while, until a man appeared.

"Void Sword Technique: Cracked!"

Back in the Taoist temple, Mo Xie locked himself in Feng Xifan's room, and after rummaging through the cabinets, he finally taught him to find a booklet, the cover of which was written in six large characters in the shape of a ghostly font.

Turning the pages of the booklet, Mo Xie saw that every page was full of swords and various annotations, the gist of which was how to deal with this sword and the swordsmanship that matched this sword. The more you turn the back of the page, the more magnificent the sword becomes, and sometimes several swords appear on a page that combine with each other to form a new sword, and the annotations are even denser.

Mo Xie flipped a few pages and threw the booklet aside.

"Well, it turns out that this is what it means to save dignity and revenge. Mo Xie felt a little headache, and at the same time, he also figured out why Feng Xifan's health was far below him in the evaluation of the Holy Scripture.

Twenty years ago, Feng Xifan was injured under the Void Sword Technique, and the Dao Ji was completely destroyed, and since then he has only been able to live by swaggering and deception, but he has never forgotten to be ashamed, so in these twenty years, he has concentrated on studying the Void Sword and the Void Sword Technique, and compiled his efforts into a book. It's just that it is difficult to recover from his own cultivation, even if he has the method of cracking, Feng Xifan can't use it, and the revenge can't be avenged after all, he can only watch the older generation of empty sons die peacefully, and the new generation of empty sons are helpless.

Of course, he also thought about scattering the contents of the booklet, but as long as he thought about it, he knew that this was completely a way to find death.

Feng Xifan's incognito for 20 years is not such an ending.

"The task I took on myself, no matter how much I pitted, I had to complete it. Mo Xie felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't say it.