Kuzhu smiled: "The more difficult it is to climb the high mountain, the more Kuzhu I want to conquer." The Shiwei Realm knows that Yun Mo's martial roots are profound, and his spells are also mysterious, but I doubt that Yun Mo has that kind of ability. ”

Yun Mo: "Do you want to compete?" ”

Kuzhu: "Wrong, I just want to learn, how about three moves?" ”

Yun Mo: "Okay! ”

Kuzhu bowed his head, over the years, he had been unwilling to let Yun Mo outperform him, so since he worshiped under the Skeleton Demon Lord, he was in a demon-like state, frantically absorbing demonic energy, and training himself in an almost cruel and painful way.

"This bone sword, hahaha, is actually my spine."

Kuzhu held the bone sword: "The first move, compare the sword." ”

After that, Kuzhu danced the bone sword, only to see a trace of tragic light on the bone sword, and a human figure howled hysterically, it was the spine of Kuzhu that was slowly pulled out......

Yun Mo frowned: "This bone sword can actually affect my mind. ”

The bone sword emitted, and the heart-rending scream of the bitter bamboo attacked Yun Mo along with the bone sword.

"Ghost crying wolf, look at my righteous qi with a sword, martial arts and Xuan are one, and the lotus true spirit opens the way to heaven."

Yun Mo condensed the power of Wu Xuan, cast the Heaven Devouring Dao, the black sword was awe-inspiring, and a lotus flower bloomed around his body, and the treasure light was shining, facing the incomparably ruthless bone sword.

Rumble!

The waves slapped away, and Yun Mo and Kuzhu stood still.

"This bitter bamboo, such a strong demonic nature." Jian Wushuang said lightly, "That bone sword actually shook my heart. ”

"If you don't have a firm will, you will lose three points first when you encounter this bone sword." Wu Idiot San said, Yun Mo's will is resolute and extraordinary, and this move is comparable to the two.

"Tsk, they all said that the magic is one foot tall and one foot high, it seems that my magic power is not enough." Kuzhu sighed, and then the bone sword slowly thrust from the back of his neck and submerged into his body.

Yun Mo was also dignified, and the bone sword of the bitter bamboo just now made Yun Mo exert the full strength of a sword.

"The second move, Yun Mo will let you choose."

Yun Mo: "Than Xuan Ling." ”

In the Xuan Ling competition, Yun Mo wanted to know what this bitter bamboo's Xuan Ling was. Because of his chaotic kun seal, although mysterious, it has been exposed several times, but he has never known much about the mysterious spirit of the bitter bamboo.

Kuzhu stretched out his hands: "Come on." ”

A boxy seal appeared, and Yun Mo's Kunpeng seal faintly appeared in the air.

Shadow Liuzi snorted: "Waste Xuan Ling, how to compare with the Xuan Ling of Bitter Bamboo." ”

The Skeleton Demon Lord glanced at it: "I don't have knowledge, this Xuan Ling looks like a waste product, but it gives me a very deep feeling." ”

At this moment, the melody of bitter bamboo appeared.

A mirror, flickering with a strange light, there are countless small heads on the side of the mirror, those little heads are actually alive, or a bitter look, or a hideous appearance, looking very weird.

The mirror surface is red on one side and dark blue on the other.

"Ghost Mirror, go!"

Jian Wushuang was shocked: "Ghost Magic Mirror, how is it possible, this is the Eight-Rank Xuanling in the Demon Dao." ”

The Ghost Mirror, a demon cultivator, can only awaken if he has a very high demonic path. Moreover, the awakening of this ghost mirror is conditional, and the ghost mirror can be said to be a mysterious spirit, or it can be said to be a high-grade real treasure.

It is said that 10,000 years ago, a demonic power forcibly turned the high-grade true treasure ghost soul magic mirror into his Xuan Ling, and since then his strength has increased greatly, setting off a bloody storm. It's just that he couldn't control this high-grade real treasure later, and the whole person's sea of consciousness burst and died.

It's just that everyone is puzzled, why this ghost magic mirror has become the mysterious spirit of the bitter bamboo.

"Yun Mo be careful, this ghost magic mirror has the contribution of devouring your soul." As soon as Blade Qianqiu's words fell, he turned on the Ice and Snow Python, ready to help Yun Mo.

At this moment, Yun Mo's hand waved: "I'll deal with it myself." ”

The Chaos Kun Seal emitted a treasure light, and the seal of worship shone on the Ghost Mirror, but the Ghost Mirror only vibrated slightly, and then a red light shone on Yun Mo's body.

Kuzhu sneered: "Yun Mo, you lost, suck the soul!" ”

Suddenly, Yun Mo felt that there was a powerful force absorbing some mysterious power from his body, and he only felt his scalp tingle.

"Humph! Crooked magic, dare to suck my soul, town! ”

Yun Mo's mana was running all over his body, and his strong willpower burst out, and his righteous qi came out, and he actually restrained the red light.

"Huh!" Kuzhu is also unexpected, his ghost magic mirror is the first time he has encountered this situation, you must know that the ghost magic mirror is an eight-grade mysterious spirit.

Eight-grade Xuanling, what concept, a rare Xuanling in the micro-world for thousands of years.

In the distance, Shadow Liuzi transmitted: "Master, Yun Mo actually resisted Brother Kuzhu's Ghost Magic Mirror, this is impossible, the Ghost Magic Mirror is an eight-grade Xuanling." ”

The Skeleton Demon Lord's eyes were gloomy: "I'm also surprised, maybe this guy Yun Mo is upright." Of course, Kuzhu has only been mastering the Ghost Mirror for a short time, and he has not mastered the Ghost Mirror well. ”

Yun Mo said coldly: "The third move, what do you want to compare?" ”

The bitter bamboo smiled evilly, and his face was even more cold: "The third trick is better than luck." ”

"Luck!"

"Yes, luck, they all say that you are lucky, I will compare with you, who is better in our luck."

Yun Mo chuckled: "It seems that you think your luck is good. ”

"Exactly, the cultivation of this body of magic has witnessed my luck." Kuzhu said confidently.

Kuzhu has confidence, when he was in the Great Demon Realm, he was favored by Shadow Liuzi, and he grew up very smoothly all the way, until he met Yun Mo, he felt as if he had met a nemesis, and he had been suppressed by Yun Mo.

This luck only began to slowly get better after he worshiped the Skeleton Demon Lord, and now Kuzhu felt that he must be luckier than Yun Mo, otherwise how could he meet the Ghost Demon Mirror and successfully refine this mysterious spirit that is difficult to reach the blue sky.

Yun Dao said that Yun Mo didn't believe it very much, but he didn't deny that his luck was indeed very good.

"Good, than!"

Luck is really the wisdom of the benevolent.

Some people are born with good luck and some people are born unlucky, but luck is not immutable.

"It's up to me, what's fate." Some people think so.

"Resign yourself to fate!" There are also those who think so.

Yun Mo felt that there would be fate, and his rebirth could be regarded as a lucky one, but only by working hard and making progress could luck really come to him.

Kuzhu: "In the Nine Treasures Babel Tower, there are many treasures, and the grade of the spiritual treasure is too low, so it will be calculated from the magic weapon and the real treasure, and for a period of one month, we will compare to see who can get more magic weapons and real treasures." ”

Yun Mo: "Someone who failed? ”

"Give each other all the magic weapons and true treasures he has obtained."

"Twenty days!" Yun Mo had to return to the Kendo Sect before the time was up, because Ziyue was still waiting for him.

Kuzhu hesitated for a moment: "Okay!" ”

The quality of luck is indeed very difficult to compare.

Whoever can obtain more magic and true treasures in the Nine Treasures Babel Tower will correspondingly indicate whose luck is better.

"Goodbye and look forward to seeing you next time." Kuzhu turned.

The Skeleton Demon Lord laughed: "Juniors of the Kendo Sect, don't run with your tail between your legs after twenty days. ”

"What's the use of verbal recklessness." Jian Wushuang snorted.