It's an endless world of darkness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cold and desperate are the style here, in the center of this darkness, Mo Huan curled up, crouching there, beside him, countless ethereal ghosts are entwining around him.

Each of these ghosts had a terrible countenance, like a hellish spirit, so hideous that some of them had no head, some had severed feet, some had their hearts gouged out, and some had been cut in half......

It is recorded in ancient books that if someone dies with resentment, what is the state of their death before their death, and what is the evil appearance of turning into a resentful soul after death, and the resentment is incomprehensible, and the evil appearance will not disappear.

These ghosts are so horrific that it is hard to imagine how they died in the first place.

"Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Blood debt and blood repayment!"

These figures surrounded Mo Huan, constantly roaring, their voices were sad and sad, with endless resentment, although they died differently, but the robes on their bodies were the same, although they were already tattered, but they could still see the eye-catching Yao Ding rust pattern on the sleeves, and the word 'agriculture' on the iron pen and silver hook on it!

These ghosts are the ghosts of the children of the peasants, or the grievances!

At the beginning, the peasant gate was destroyed by the people of the Emperor's Palace, and after the slaughter of the whole gate, the corpse ink pool was thrown away, forming the ghost pool, and then the ghost pool was absorbed by Mo Huan, and the resentment that was integrated into the ghost pool also became a part of him.

When I first met Huofeng and the others as disciples of the Imperial Palace, they had broken out once, but they were suppressed by Mo Huan, and at this time, these resentments broke out again. Hey! Speech! elder brother

Ghosts continued to roar, cry, and complain in his ears, and all the voices merged together, like a magic spell, constantly stimulating his spirit, so that he could not get rid of it.

"Why is this happening...... Why is this happening......"

Mo Huan held his head and kept muttering to himself.

"Because you're too weak."

A ghostly figure flew in front of him, a cold, shrill voice roaring.

Its face was hideous, a crack was pulled from its neck to the dantian, and the whole body was cut in half, through this crack, you could see his body, but the horror was that its internal organs were hollowed out, and in its place, the heads of two babies!

"Weak...... Am I too weak? No, I can even kill the strong people who know the Heavenly Realm, I'm not weak! ”

Mo Huan roared at it with a heartbreak.

"You are not only weak, but you also regard external forces as your own strength, but you don't know that only what really belongs to you is the real strength, ridiculous!"

Another ghost appeared, half of its head missing, and all its brains were hollowed out, and it was stuffed into a heart of unknown people, which was still beating at the moment.

"External ......"

When Mo Huan heard this, he trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Yes, I rely on external forces......"

The corners of his mouth kept trembling, as if he was enchanted, and he muttered to himself, and the ghost's words really hit the bottom of his heart.

With his current strength, if he uses all his means, even if he is at the peak of the Heavenly Realm, he will not be afraid, but how much of this strength really belongs to him?

Little Stone Mountain, Poison of the Poison World, Wukong and other helpers......

These are not real strengths, once restrained, what is left of him? Is it the cultivation of a double heaven in the Soul Realm? Or is it the physical strength of the first turn of entry?

If it's just these, then even in the realm of the Voyeur Spirit, as long as the monks who have reached the Eighth or Ninth Heaven can win him, at least they won't be easily defeated, what is such a little strength?

"From the beginning to the present, I have relied on foreign objects...... It's all foreign things! ”

Mo Huan's voice was extremely bitter.

"Do you know how small you are?"

Another ghost flew in and sneered:

"Because of your weakness, you couldn't do anything in the face of the Nine Elders, and the two little girls sacrificed for you, because of your weakness, when the Bai family's army surrounded the mountains and mountains, they had to rely on Chaoyun to relieve you from the siege.

If it weren't for that battle, the people of Wangshan City wouldn't notice him, and the affairs of the demon clan had nothing to do with him, so naturally no disciples of the Imperial Palace would find him, Chaoyun was dead, and you were also a murderer! ”

"Everything is your fault, it is you who are too weak, weak, an unpardonable sin!"

All the ghosts roared, swirling faster and faster around him, faster and faster, until at last they turned into a whirlpool of blue and red, enveloping him inside.

"Shut up, you guys shut up!"

Mo Huan opened his eyes suddenly, and a silver light flashed in his black and silver pupils, and he opened his mouth and roared loudly.

But when he looked around him clearly, he found that the darkness was gone, the ghost was gone, and the terrible cry of the magic voice was gone, and he was still outside the mountain, or in the bamboo house.

"Senpai!"

His eyes moved around, and before he could understand why he woke up intact, Chaoyun's figure fell into his eyes, and he still remained standing, with a large hole in his chest being broken, and he could look from one side to the other.

Mo Huan staggered up from the ground, rushed to him, trembling and put his hand in front of his nose, there was still a trace of hope in his eyes, but this hope did not last long, and soon, he was like a log.

There was no snort, and he couldn't even feel the breath of the soul!

"No!"

Mo Huan's eyes were split, he roared towards the sky, and the terrifying aura spread, blowing away all the tables and chairs in the bamboo house, but this could not bring a dead person back to life.

He gritted his teeth tightly, blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and he looked at Chaoyun like this for a long time, the expression on his face changed from grief and indignation at the beginning, to self-blame, to hatred, and finally gradually regained his calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Senior, go all the way!"

Taking three steps back, Mo Huan knelt heavily in front of Chaoyun, bowed, bowed, bowed, and knocked on the ground very hard, and after knocking three times, he stared at Chaoyun again, and said in an extremely firm voice:

"You won't be lonely, one day, I will send all the people in the Human Emperor Palace to make amends to you!"

"You're still dead after all."

A faint voice came from behind, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Who?"

Mo Huan raised his head sharply and turned over.

A petite and pretty figure came into his eyes, and then in his mind, he immediately recalled the mysterious woman who had wiped out Mu Qing in front of the small world of the tomb guarding clan and scared Huofeng and the others into embarrassment.

Thinking of her power that could annihilate the void with a casual hand, Mo Huan's hand slowly clenched.

However, the mysterious woman ignored him, walked past him as if no one was around, brought a gust of incense, walked in front of Chaoyun, and stood quietly, and after a long time, a calm voice came from her mouth:

"I've said a long time ago that people like you don't live long."

Her voice was still so cold, without a trace of waves, but when she said this, her shoulders trembled slightly, and then with a wave of her jade hand, Chaoyun's figure disappeared.

Looking at her back, Mo Huan didn't say anything to stop it, and just now, he guessed the identity of this woman.

For this mysterious woman, he has always been very puzzled, when she suddenly appeared, to the disciples of the Emperor Hall of Huofeng and others, and then opened the entrance to the small world of the tomb guarding clan and disappeared, coming and going like the wind, making people confused.

But now he understood that this woman was the person the people of the Human Emperor's Palace were looking for.

The female disciple of the Human Emperor Palace, who stole the heavy treasure of the Human Emperor Palace, named Yi Xi!

When she appeared there, it was to rescue Chaoyun who was trapped in the small world, and as for killing Mu Qing, it was just a casual move.

"He was killed by the people of the Imperial Palace."

Mo Huan suddenly spoke, but he didn't say it, he was brutally tortured to death because he refused to tell your whereabouts.

The mysterious woman turned her head, there was no expression on her face, only a pair of eyes, with a very light mist, she was also looking at Mo Huan, and did not answer his words, but said:

"Do you want revenge?"

Then, she took out a jade box, with a white pill in it, and said lightly:

"Then eat it."

Mo Huan stood up from the ground, his body immediately rose a little taller than the mysterious woman, and instantly changed from being looked up to looking down at her, staring at her for a long time, and then stretched out his hand and stuffed the pill into his mouth without hesitation.

When the pill entered, it immediately turned into a mass of liquid and slid into his throat, and then Mo Huan's whole face turned red, his face was bruised, and he covered his throat, feeling like swallowing a ball of magma.

It hurts, it hurts!

This kind of severe pain like being roasted in a fire, being pierced by thousands of roots, and being bitten by countless poisonous insects is not weaker than the torture methods used by those disciples of the Human Emperor Palace.

Mo Huan's hands were clenched tightly, his eyes were bulging wide, his skin was terrifyingly red, as if he was about to bleed, and hot air began to emerge from his body, as if there was a fire in his body that was constantly expanding, as if it was about to erupt and fly a volcano.

"Hold on, this is the price to be paid for revenge!"

The mysterious woman looked at him without a trace of fluctuation.

And Mo Huan also gritted his teeth, letting the pain erode his mind, but he still didn't let out a scream, in his mind, there was only one thought:

Hold on!

The heat continued to spew out from his body, instantly filling the entire bamboo house, like a sauna, and at the same time, a little black fishy liquid was discharged from his body.

As the beast-like roar continued to come out of Mo Huan's mouth, the aura on his body was constantly climbing, and it was originally just a cultivation of the first heaven of the Voyeur Spirit Realm, and it kept rising.

The pinnacle of the first heaven...... Early Twin Heavens...... Double Heaven Peak...... Triple Celestial ......

At this time, Mo Huan's cultivation was like riding a rocket, and with a 'whoosh', he broke through to the fifth heaven, and then slowly stopped, and his physical body also turned from entering the country to the fifth turn, and his body underwent a qualitative change.

What's even more strange is that this time his strength has climbed so quickly, but the umbrella has not made any changes to suppress him, everything is unusually calm, the only thing that has changed is that in the continuous spraying of hot mist, his body seems to be slowly shrinking......

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The second volume is finally over, and now it's time for a new chapter......