The skeleton with horns on its head and tail behind it collapsed and scattered to the ground, turning into sand and powder in the blink of an eye.

"......"

The cheers that came from the mouth of the Absolute God overshadowed the whispers that sounded out out of nowhere, and the first hearing of it alone sent chills down Mo Xie's spine.

The wind rose in the corridor for no reason, radiating in all directions from the platform where the god was located.

The visible is destroyed, and the invisible is released.

The wind was full of coldness, and the ever-bright lanterns by the stone dragon on the throne trembled in the wind, and most of them were extinguished after a few "poofs", and an ominous meaning spread in the dragon mound.

At this moment, Mo Ye felt a phantom pain in his severed right arm for no reason.

"Zizi!"

With the vigilance in his heart, Mo Xie activated his whole body strength, and a trace of water was born from the white flame-like aura covering his body, guarding him in the center like a snake. The yin wind passed, and it actually blew him down like a candle flame.

"This is not the remains of Xuanyuan!"

A thought arose in Mo Ye's heart, as if he was deliberately waiting for his self-awakening, and the voice of the Holy Book sounded at the right time:

"Trigger Mission: Uniform 'Soldier Master Chiyou'. The ancient Emperor Xuanyuan turned the backbone of his body and the leylines of Kyushu into a seal to trap Chi You in the dragon's den, and now the seal has been lifted, and Chi You is out of trouble, containing 10,000 years of grudges. He was an enemy of Regulus when he was alive, and an enemy of living beings when he died. Reward: 100,000 points. Failure Penalty: None. Friendly reminder: Sao Nian, you are obviously the strongest one among the people present, Chi You, who has lost his body, needs to find a container, who do you think he will find?"

Gloat.

But Mo Xie didn't have the time or energy to deal with the "Holy Scripture", in fact, he didn't need the "Holy Scripture" to throw out these words at all, he had already realized the seriousness of the matter, while the white flame was blown upside down by the yin wind, Mo Ye clearly heard the sound of the same ghost roaring dragon in his ears, the sound shook his eardrums painfully, and at the same time, the cold yin wind kept burrowing into his body, if it wasn't for Bai Yan to stop him, he would have become an iceman in an instant.

"Stop arguing!!"

Mo Xie bit the tip of his tongue, and with his mental power, he drew a soul destroying mark and imprinted it on his forehead, and with the blessing of the engraving, the noise in his ears suddenly became much lighter.

"Keel!"

Mo Xie suddenly rushed towards the Absolute Void God, and against the yin wind, his speed could only exert one percent of the normal level, and his strength was the same.

A few days ago, I was laughing at fifty steps and laughing at the nameless cripple, but I didn't expect the news to come so quickly.

But it doesn't matter, he still has skills.

"You're slowing down!"

Holding the dragon bone, feeling that he was blessed with countless buffs all over his body, he wrapped the dragon bone around his hand like a fist and punched Mo Ye.

"Sword Twenty!

There are no arms, and the sleeves are blown by the wind and can't be pulled back, and now there is only a sword with his feet, jumping like a zombie on one foot, and standing on one foot seems to be out of order, but it is really a random kick. With Mo Xie's sword dao cultivation, there is no longer a need to stick to moves, only the strength and nature of the sword qi are the true meaning.

"Phew!"

With his ghostly strides and dazzling leg shadows, Mo Xie successfully exchanged a flat A with the Absolute Gods.

He kicked Absolute God in the face, and Absolute God punched him in the ass.

The god of absolute godlessness was kicked out of half of his teeth, and Mo Xie was beaten out of a fart.

"Poof~!"

The dark yellow gas brewed by eating sweet potatoes for several days is comparable to the smell of Qilixiang, and even the yin wind stirring in the dragon mound is suffocated as soon as this fart comes out, and the absolute god who instinctively inhales and relieves the pain due to the facial stroke tastes the taste of Qilixiang without accident.

In an instant, he gained detachment.

Absolutely unconscious, foaming at the mouth and blood flowed in one place.

Was it Mo Ye's kick or the simplicity of the people of Zhongzhou who defeated him?

Mo Xie felt that it should be the latter, and kicked off the other half of the godless tooth out of symmetrical aesthetic considerations.

"Huh!"

Pulling the dragon bone from the hand of the Absolute God, Mo Xie rolled it up on his right leg and flew back from the altar.

On the altar is where the Yin Wind originates, and the confrontation with the Absolute God is only a few breaths, and most of the white flames on Mo Ye's body are dispersed, where does he dare to stay here longer?

During the retreat, Mo Xie couldn't help but kick out of his feet, kicking wildly in the wind again and again, and wisps of black qi couldn't stop appearing under the keel.

This is the original form of the yin wind, the evil and evil spirit.

Mo Ye's every kick seemed to be kicked on the soft mud, and the deformed black qi disappeared into the air with teeth and claws, and Mo Ye could also retreat into the road, and his arrogance slowly returned to its original state.

"What is this? a story of an allegorical nature?"

Mo Ye raised his eyebrows and asked a certain profiteer who remained silent.

He felt that the situation he was encountering now was an allusion to his struggle with Lin Ming, and even to his realm—sacrificing himself in prison and trapped in the ground.

The silver in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his hair flew like a snake.

Under his gaze, the shattered skeleton on the altar slowly regathered little by little from the crumb state, but it did not condense into the original skeleton, but only condensed a black hand wearing armor.

The black hand was suspended in the air, and its five fingers and a long sword on the ground that had been accompanied by bones for thousands of years automatically flew into its control.

Immediately after that, the long sword pointed at Mo Ye, and the posture of that arm was obviously inviting battle.

I don't know when the yin wind has stopped, the room is full of precipitated cold, and the everlasting lamps held by the nine stone dragons have been extinguished.

The long sword pointed at Mo Ye, and he stood on the altar condescendingly, like a king overlooking the common people.

"Out of ...... Sword...... Let's do it!"

The dry sound was like the friction of masonry, and the faint black qi fluctuated endlessly on the long sword that had been pitted by the rust of time, and the sound was produced in this way. This alone was enough to make Mo Ye vigilant.

I don't know much about Chi You Mo Ye, but it was only thanks to the sudden kind introduction of the "Holy Scripture" that he knew that the other party had the title of "Soldier Master", and now he saw the other party's "really speak with a sword" method and the unsettling black qi, Mo Ye really realized the horror of this opponent.

With an evaluation of 100,000 points, how can it be easy to match?

"If you have money, you don't make a bastard!" Mo Xie suddenly laughed, "Pretending to be a ghost, are you Linming when you are you?"

The "water currents" cruising in the white flames combined into a crooked sword in front of Mo Ye, and its shape was very similar to the mother river of Zhongzhou.

This was the first time Mo Ye had used a sword since entering this world.