The two sides staggered, Mo Wentian took two steps in the air, the red flame beast jumped up to catch Mo Wentian, and then hovered in the air, turned around and chased after the Rong King who was charging forward, one by one, Mo Wentian killed the three Rong Wang, these three were all low in cultivation, Mo Wentian saw it very accurately.

The Red Flame Beast is in the war beast, the only advantage that can assist in the battle is the speed, the remaining seven Rong kings have not yet reined in the war horse and turned around, Mo Wentian chased after him from behind, one by one, and the heads of the Rong kings of the bronze armor warriors rolled down one by one, and seven became three in an instant.

Of the three Rong kings, two are warriors with three layers of silver armor, and one is a warrior with five layers of gold armor.

Mo Wentian restrained the Red Flame Beast, looked at the Hundred Refining Saber like a pool of autumn water, and exclaimed: "What a good knife, cut gold and jade, Brother Baili is really grateful, otherwise I wouldn't be able to kill these guys who have no rules." ”

"You are looking for death, I have to kill you today!" said the golden-armored five-fold Rong King.

Lao Tzu is not powerful, a Lao Tzu is a sick cat, tell you, if Lao Tzu is not injured and the weapon cannot be taken out, let alone you, even the military generals have to lie down for Lao Tzu!

The patriarch of Dongyi, the witch cultivator of the Xuangong, the secret guard of the Wudian, Lao Tzu have all been killed, you are not even a fart, put two green onions on your nose and pretend to be an elephant!"

At this time, Mo Wentian was domineering, and he did not have a gentle and elegant body, but an inviolable domineering.

Qing Ze, Aunt Tao, and Su Yourui happened to come over: "Brother Mo, do you need help?"

"No, killing them is not killing chickens, the ghosts and capable people in the west are hidden, they will their tails, and one of them will run rampant. ”

"What Mo Daoyou said is, I love to hear this, the Twelve Rong Kings have been rampant for ten years, and it is time to rest. You are good at using the Xuanwang Blade, I happen to have a Heavenly Soldier, I don't know if you will close your hands?"

Mo Wentian held the Xuanwang Blade in his hand, and cast the Water Cutting Slash again, this time the effect was even more different, the golden light flashed in the sky, misty, misty, misty mist, a golden fish swam in it, suddenly the wind and waves were raised, the water color flowed backwards, a light flashed, all the pictures were still, the light flashed through the golden still water, and the water flow was divided into two.

Cut off the water: Majestic through the four seas and the world, swallow the eight wildernesses and cut off the water flow!

As the picture shattered, the bodies of the three Rong kings also separated and fell under the horses. The surroundings are quiet, surprisingly quiet! This is the Eight Slashes of King Xuan? This is the Cutting Off of Water! This knife seems to cut off emotions, cut off the years, cut off everything in the world, and it seems that everything is cut down with one knife!

"What a domineering cut off the water, what a powerful first cut of mortal dust! Majestic across the four seas and the world, swallowing the eight desolations and cutting off the flow of water!

"yes, I felt like everything was still, only the flash of the knife flickered. Sure enough, the Xuanwang Slash is varied, what kind of person is the Xuanwang Slash that is cast, but as long as it is practiced, it is very powerful. I have seen the power of King Xuan's eight slashes in the ancient battlefield, and it is really a long rainbow. And Mo Daoyou's Xuanwang Slash is not so domineering, there is something in the tranquility, but it is also palpitating. Ghost sighed. "Good. Mo Wentian turned around and shouted to the lively Ghost Rong tribe behind him, "Please be a witness!"

"Mo Zhenren shoots people, a piece of mercy is expressed in the heart, and it is above board, I will go to witness where it is, so as not to say that our ghosts are barbaric people, and we only know group beatings. "A man with the appearance of a Chinese man rode a war beast towards the center of the battlefield.

"Since Brother Ziqi has passed, I have also gone over to witness the brave posture of the rising star of our pharmacist Dream Kowloon. A blonde old man, riding a clouded leopard beast, also walked towards the center of the battlefield.

"The great grandmaster is worried, he is also here, this time there is a lot of fun, Mo Zhenren is a pharmacist, with him in charge, King Rong does not dare to cheat. ”

Many people rejoiced and talked loudly, and the elders of some tribes also walked to the center of the battlefield, these people were in the center of the battlefield, if King Rong led his troops to charge, the first thing he would face was these respected people, if something went wrong with these people, they would not have to kill King Rong.

Mo Wentian rode a war horse and walked to the center of the battlefield, and Baili Mingyue also rode a war horse, carrying a saber and galloping towards the battlefield.

"Mo Daoyou doesn't have a war beast?" the ghost saw sorrow on the clouded leopard and saluted Mo Wentian.

"Yes, but it's not fair, the war beast is too bullying to deal with the war horse. Mo Wentian said with a smile.

"But the other party is a warrior, and you are a samurai, so it's not fair. ”

"Don't worry, we are pharmacists, but also monks, how can we be better than their martial artists. ”

The ghost also laughed when he saw the sorrow: "Okay, then you be careful, after you are done, go to my ghost valley and circle for two days." ”

The cultivation of the ghost is very high, and when he reaches the real human realm, it is just that he walks the world as a pharmacist, and the aura of the pharmacist makes people ignore his cultivation. But people with a high realm are not, which is also the reason why Kui Tiancheng quietly left.

Shady Mountain

Ghost Valley

The name of the Ghost Valley was given by Oni Jianchou himself, he likes to live in the valley, and the place where he lives is called the Ghost Valley.

The ghost sees sorrow and lives in seclusion here, where the mountains are full of flowers, and the four seasons are like spring. When Mo Wentian arrived here, he could see the trick at a glance, the formation was used to condense here, the formation changed the environment here, and the ghost saw sorrow teaching alchemy here, and people called him Mr. Guigu.

Su Yourui and others were stationed at the edge of the valley, Mo Wentian and the ghost were worried to the depths of the ghost valley, where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, and a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children were busy in the valley medicine field, and when they saw the ghost and sorrow, they all bowed down to salute.

These children have all races, including Chinese people, Rong people, Xun people, ghost Rong, and earthwork, and these children get along very well.

Mo Wentian and Ziqi sat in the guest seat, the ghost saw sorrow sitting in the main seat, a boy served tea, and the three of them chatted while drinking tea.

"Mo Daoyou, Mo Feng, plans to use Ghost Rong to attack Ghost Rong?" asked Ghost Sorrowful and kindly.

Mo Wentian shook his head: "I have no grudge against Ghost Rong, even if I have a grudge, I don't hold grudges, they are all revenge in the present world." For example, the Twelve Rong Kings. In fact, I just felt that a few children in the Chiyun Department were highly talented and had no resources to practice, so it was a pity, so I accepted Chimuyun, but I didn't expect that there were so many such orphans, and as soon as things began, they couldn't stop it, so they gathered more and more.

To be honest, I'm going to build a ghost guard. These children are all very talented, and in less than ten years, they will be cultivators, and their battlefield will no longer be red and dusty. ”

"It makes sense, the ancient battlefield is where the monks go, where there are external enemies, where there is only good and evil, and there is no concept of race. It's just that now it's a bit chaotic, and some monks are starting to intervene in the red dust, alas!"

"The ghost Taoist friend is bad, the monk has been interfering in Hongchen, otherwise, the Xuan Palace and the Martial Palace would not have controlled the Shang Capital. It's been tens of thousands of years. I agree not to be too good or evil, not to be of any race. I practice as I please, and I am free from the rest of the rules, which is not bad, and I am at ease.

Especially our pharmacists, it is impossible not to enter the WTO, for example, Taoist friends, there are no classes of teaching, these students of yours will enter the red dust, not many can become monks, they are either rich and noble, or play life or hang the pot to help the world, you just do not enter the red dust, your Tao also enters the red dust. I don't think you have to deliberately pursue it, just do what you want. ”

"Mo Daoyou, you are young and have insightful insights, and the way I take is that I don't enter the red dust, and the road enters the red dust. After this incident, I entered the Qinling Mountains, and it is indeed mysterious to enter the world and be born. The ghost laughed.

Mo Wentian stayed for more than half a month, discussing medical skills with Mr. Guigu, and discussing combat skills with Ziqi, and the three of them met very happily.

"The Daoyou meridians haven't been continued yet?" asked one day of ghost sorrow.

"Don't worry, the meridians originate from the physical body, my physical injuries are not completely healed, and repairing the meridians is counterproductive. ”

"I just gave you the pulse renewal ointment, whether it is good or not, you accept it, it is also a little heart. The ghost said sadly.

"Mr. Guigu's shot, naturally extraordinary, real fire refining, absolutely superb. Mo Wentian opened it and looked at it, praised it, and carefully put it away. He has the Continuation Pulse Pill, but his mind must not be dismissed.

"I wonder if Mr. Guigu is interested in alchemy?"

"I'm not very interested, I'm refining medicine to help the world, and alchemy is a matter of the cultivation world, so I don't care. ”

"That's not necessarily, the pill changes in all directions, such as the tea pill, it can be suitable for anyone. After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he took out a tea pill and handed it to the ghost.

"This pill can indeed cure diseases, but it has little effect on cultivators, and Daoist friends are really strange. ”

Mo Wentian gave the Dan Fang and a bottle of tea pill to the ghost. The materials required for tea pills are very common, and the refining techniques are not difficult, which is a good way for alchemists to practice their hands. If you want to learn alchemy, this is a good choice, even if you don't practice alchemy, this method can also refine medicinal tea, and if you mix it, you can get rid of the bitterness of some ointments.

The ghost glanced at Mo Wentian with deep meaning: "You, you never owe favors, this is not good." ”

"I'm recuperating in Guigu, this is already a great favor, just this kind of entertainment prescription can repay the favor, I don't ask every day to take human favor so lightly, Daoyou is now in the bottleneck period of cultivation, even if you cultivate the inner Dan, refining the outer Dan can also cultivate the mind, and use the will to suppress the obsession in your heart, it is better to forget. If you can't forget, remember it, as a kind of nostalgia. ”

"Taught. The ghost bowed. Don't ask the heavens to return the gift.