A few evil slaves, looking at Mo Tong's flesh and blood mold lake's head and bloody face, were almost frightened, one by one begging bitterly, their eyes were closed, they blindly kowtowed and begged for mercy, they didn't even dare to look at Mo Tong, and several big men had sad faces and cried a lot;

"Alas!"

Seeing this, Mo Li sighed, drifted past a few people, and floated towards the barren mountain, as he got closer and closer, the feeling that pulled him here became more and more obvious, and the meaning of the call in the mysterious sound became more and more real, making him firmly believe that this was his chance;

A gust of wind blew, Mo Tong quietly went away, a few unknown evil slaves, but by the silent silence, and the frightened and inexplicable illusion in their hearts, frightened and incontinent, the warm current gushing from the lower half of their bodies, made them open their eyes in shame, but only saw a void of night;

"Mo... Mo Tong! Thank you!"

The third brother knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the void in front of him, kowtowed three times, stammered and thanked him, stood up with a roll, and ran wildly in a panic, and the remaining three people, hearing the sound, opened their eyes, and after seeing Mo Tong's ghost disappear, they got up and fled wildly;

"Mo Tong, don't worry, when I go back, I will definitely give you more and burn some dark money ingots!"

The frightened voice came from afar, as if he was afraid that Mo Tong's ghost would suddenly change his mind, so he made a promise, just hoping to escape with his life;

"Morning food purple glow drink dew

The night is accompanied by the stars and the wind

Who knows that it tastes bitter

Infatuation is absolutely dusty and seals the valley

Refining the heart for thousands of years to cultivate the floating slaughter

Plain clothes dusted the world

Forget your lust and borrow the linden tree

The song of the Yellow Court is accompanied by a false bamboo

Sit cross-legged and read poetry

Huijian dances with the wind

Resentment is like morning fog

The light knot grass house lives by the stream

The bitter sea is boundless, and a reed crosses

The red dust is not stained

The futon under the seat carries the Taoist

A pot of pure heart and few desires

Infatuation does not seek to take care of each other

Bury the burial and mourn the loneliness

Burn the qin and boil the crane to break the city

The wind is light and the clouds are lightly painted

Enlightenment, cultivating the truth, and cutting the path of love

Lotus pond moonlight lotus root cooking

The heart of the Tao is empty, forgetting the ups and downs

Forgetfulness is because of freedom"

On the barren mountain, near the top of the mountain, Mo Tong's soul slowly floated in, looking at the white jade brush floating in the sky, his heart sighed countless times, and he had a lot of thoughts, listening to the sound of Lang Lang's poems and books that went straight to the hearts of the people, just like a teacher of fairy wind and bones, teaching mysterious truths;

"Whoa, whoa!"

The mournful wail attracted Mo Tong, and as far as he could see, the terrifying figures with hideous faces and fierce faces were struggling in the white divine light released by the white jade brush, rolling all over the ground one by one, as if they were suffering great pain, and a large black smoke evaporated from their bodies;

"Buzz!"

Just when Mo Tong saw the white jade brush, the simple and mysterious word "town" on the pen barrel bloomed with golden-red light, projected in the void, an extremely intimate feeling, surging into Mo Tong's heart, allowing him to overcome his fear of the white jade brush, and his footsteps kept approaching;

"Woohoo!"

Countless simple fonts that are difficult to distinguish between virtual and real, with pale golden brilliance, holding a milky white tail flame, the mysterious strokes, like fairy talismans, turned into mysterious trajectories, falling on the heads of evil ghosts, imprinted on their eyebrows, and shining strangely;

"Whoosh!"

The white jade brush flew out instantly, rushing towards Mo Tong at great speed, so fast that Mo Tong didn't have time to react, between the lightning and flint, appeared in front of him, the divine light flowed, the volley was suspended, and he involuntarily raised his right hand, holding the white jade brush, and instantly felt that the sky was spinning, and it was dark;

At the same time, the quaint font imprinted in the void, flashing with golden-red brilliance, after a burst of distortion, gradually changed, turned into a "seal" character, the same ancient meaning, the strokes are mysterious, followed by the white jade brush, flying towards Mo Tong at great speed, imprinted on his eyebrows;

"Buzz!"

Mo Tong's soul, wrapped in golden-red brilliance, turned into a dazzling light, floating in the air towards Mo Tong's body in the pit, slowly blending into it, in the mystical and incomparable brilliance, countless mysterious characters flowed rapidly, releasing magical power and repairing the wounds on his body;

The white jade brush fell on the chest of Mo Tong's corpse, and the sound of reading never stopped, and countless milky white points of light between heaven and earth came out of nothing, turning into a heroic righteousness, rushing towards Mo Tong's corpse, wrapping him in it, forming a light cocoon, which was also true and illusory;

"Ugh!"

After a while, the divine light dissipated, and the milky white Haoran righteous light cocoon, scattered in the wind, returned to nothingness, as if it had never appeared, like a dream, Mo Tong's corpse, his eyelids trembled, slowly opened, let out a comfortable moan from his mouth, and sat up blankly;

"Is this ?I'm not dead?Or am I resurrected?Is it the immortal treasure given by the old god who saved me?"

The white jade brush on his chest, with the action of his getting up, slid down on his legs, and was picked up by him instinctively, a mysterious feeling of flesh and blood, from the moment the white jade brush was started, lingering in his mind, a familiar voice, full of vicissitudes, resounded in his mind;

"When you recognize the Lord of the Xuanlong Jade Pen, the moment you drip blood, your earthly cause and effect will come to an end, and the relationship between you and my master and apprentice will also begin, you can find a teacher with the guidance of the magic pen, and at that time, the teacher will teach you to inherit the wonderful method of the teacher, and seal the sky in one word!"

Xuanlong jade pen: the pen barrel is taken from the bones of the Xuanlong, the tip of the pen hair, taken from the Tianshan Psychic Snow Ape, the lanyard and the jade money are extraordinary, it is made by the refiner to perform the secret method, carefully polished, and then the master is infused with Haoran Zhengqi nourishing, branding the word sealing the sky, and the power is unpredictable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

One word sealing the sky: the master of the one line of inheritance of the magic spell, every time you practice a word, you must understand the wonderful reason, in order to use it freely, release the mysterious divine power, after cultivating to ten thousand words, ten thousand words into one, one word into ten thousand, with Haoran righteousness, you can borrow the power of heaven and earth, suppress all things in heaven and earth.

"Xuanlong Jade Pen, the inheritance of human teachers, the one-word Heaven Sealing Technique, is this my chance?"

Mo Tong muttered to himself, while slowly standing up, feeling the body that had recovered as before, full of strength, as well as the long-lost body temperature, the joy of rebirth after the catastrophe, indescribable, but before he was excited, he was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he was a little overwhelmed in an instant;

"Uh, what is this?"

As far as the eye can see, one by one, the ghosts are sitting cross-legged, floating in the void, their lips and teeth move slightly, between opening and closing, they seem to be following the sound of reading that echoes the void, reciting aloud together, shaking their heads one by one, with no resentment all around, like a student who is sincerely studying;

A familiar scene was staged in front of Mo Tong's eyes again, one by one the mysterious characters imprinted on the top of the soul's head, blooming with a wonderful light of reincarnation, wrapping them in it, sending them to reincarnation, a moment later, the brilliance dissipated, Mo Tong under the guidance of the Xuanlong jade pen, silently turned around, walked slowly, and disappeared into the boundless night.