At the annual meeting, the scenes flew by the light screen one by one.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, the picture was reversed to the scene when he and Baili Qinghong first met.

Even the conversation between them was clear.

In fact, everyone is an understanding person.

Ghost Jianchou already knew that there was a master who had occupied Baili Qinghong's body.

It's just that I didn't know that the person in the Dao would be an immortal in the Upper Immortal Realm.

After seeing this picture, Ghost Jianchou looked up and smiled.

But this smile is full of blood and blood, and the feeling of sullenness and heaviness in his chest is strong.

A fishy smell welled up in my throat.

"Poof", thick black blood spurted out of his mouth.

Pointing at Mo Junxie's hand trembling and asking, "You, you are in the elixir, ...... What's down? ”

"I won't want your life, it's just an immortal talisman that controls you, besides, I didn't want your life." Mo Junxie slowly walked out of the enchantment.

Ye Zhi called out to him: "Mo Junxie." ”

Mo Jun smiled evilly and turned his head, a faint softness crossed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a shallow arc: "Don't worry, they don't have the guts to kill me yet." ”

Ye Zhimad put his mind at ease, but his eyes didn't dare to leave his figure for a moment.

The whole body is overflowing with orchid vines, and he is ready to attack at any time.

"And what do you want?" Ghost Jianchou asked as he held on to the armrest of the chair with one hand and clutched his chest with the other.

"You have what I want." Mo Junxie slowly walked towards the ghost sword sorrow step by step.

A group of ghost soldiers slowly moved their steps as he walked.

A sharp spear was pointed at Mo Junxie.

Mo Junxie suddenly turned his head and looked at the ghost soldier beside him.

When the generals saw his cold gaze, they shook the spears in their hands, their bodies trembled, their feet softened, and they took a step back.

Because 'immortals' are their greatest natural enemies.

But Mo Jun smiled evilly, raised his hand, and the palm wind was fierce and accompanied by a strong attraction.

He sucked the spear held by one of the ghost soldiers into the palm of his hand.

As soon as he retracted his fingers, he grabbed the spear and walked forward quickly, and with a flick of his toes, he flew to the throne.

The spear retreated to the ground, the ghost sword gritted his teeth sadly, and his eyes fell on the spear that had escaped into the ground, and asked: "Now that I have fallen into your hands, I want to kill and scrape the honor, but if you want to do anything humiliating to me, I will never condescend to your knees." ”

"Good." Mo Junxie suddenly swung his spear and stabbed it into the waist of the ghost sword.

"Ah......h

The voice lingered in the cave.

The ghost soldiers flocked to Mo Junxie one after another, and one by one they were pointing their spears at Mo Junxie's body.

Seeing this, Ye Zhimad rose with a fierce whip from Minglan Teng.

The rattan is like a snake, flying and intertwining densely in the air.

She was focused on being his back.

The attack power of the ghost soldiers was also transferred from Mo Junxie's body to Ye Zhiluo.

Ye Zhi's crazy heart was playful, and he rolled up the ghost soldiers with Minglan vines and threw them into the air.

Seeing this, the other ghost soldiers put down their spears one after another and raised their hands to pick up the ghost soldiers who were thrown into the air.

It was useless to amuse those ghost soldiers to call their mother, father, and grandmother.

The smile on the corner of Mo Junxie's mouth became even stronger, and he came to the ghost Jianchou who was nailed to death by a spear on the seat of the chair.

He stretched out his hand and walked towards the waist of the ghost sword.

Suddenly, five fingers passed through Ghost Sword's body, searching between his muscles and bones for the ghostly rib on Ghost Sword's body......

And then, I couldn't find it!