In an absolutely secret cave in the mountain behind Shi Toad Mountain, Mo Gefang was preparing hard for himself to cast his spirit and sacrifice his soul. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info [Full Text Reading]

His face was calm, but his heart was full of excitement.

A perfect sacrificial vessel, this is something that countless cultivators have dreamed of when they turn around and sacrifice their souls.

Imagining what it would be like to take possession of the container in the future, Mogfang couldn't help but smile, and the two signature mustaches on his chin were curled up like the two tentacles that were wriggling when a mouse was gnawing on them.

The red mangmo in the forest, who has been famous for a long time, has already stepped into the ranks of the eighth-order generals twenty years ago, and now he has been wandering at the peak of the eighth-order for a long time, and he is only one chance away from directly entering the realm of the holy judge and becoming the top powerhouse in this ancient continent.

However, he has been smart since he was a child, he is cunning, and he has cultivated smoothly all the way by relying on his own cleverness, but he is the only one who can't advance an inch when he reaches the peak of this eighth order.

If you follow Master Ye Liubai's words, it is obvious that Mo Gefang's impure heart has caused him to be unable to transcend his own limits and reach that transcendent state of sainthood.

However, Mogfang had his own ideas, and in his opinion, all he needed was time, but the thirst for power in his heart had worn out all his patience, and he was desperate to find a way to get him power quickly.

And this method is to turn around and give up the soul.

"Soon, all your psionic powers will be mine," Mogfang's eyes showed a greedy look, and the candle flame reflected a red glow in his eyes, looking like a starving ghost staring at the magma of hell.

Bang bang bang

There was a very incongruous knock on the door.

Mo Gefang's heart was shocked, and then he became angry.

He had been ordered not to disturb himself while he was in retreat, what beast was so bold

With a fit of rage, Mogfang pushed open the door of his cave.

The intense light from outside shone in, making Mo Gefang unable to open his eyes for a while.

Rubbing his eyes, Mo Gefang didn't see a single figure.

What's going on

Suddenly, as soon as he lowered his head, Mo Gefang saw a bloody figure lying under his feet.

Mo Gefang was startled again, and then his brows furrowed tightly, because he had already recognized that person was a disciple of his own generation, one of the first few people who followed him to create this climbing python sect.

"What's the matter" Mo Gefang was shocked and angry, who was beating his disciples like this with such a heavy shot

"Master," the man was already dying, and could only fan his lips and say word by word, his voice soft and floating, as if a wisp of green smoke would dissipate at any moment.

"The mountain gate has been broken, and he is lonely and lonely" These were his last words, and a huge blood hole in his back showed the severity of his injuries, and it was a miracle that he had been able to survive until now.

"Dugu Qiongtian" Mo Gefang's eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, "I didn't expect you to have the courage to come to me, a climbing python, good, good, in the past, you hid behind the back of the Firmament Academy, and now that you have bullied me to my doorstep, don't blame me for being vicious."

Behind him, two pairs of spirit wings, one white and one purple, spread out, and Mo Gefang's figure disappeared into the woods at the waist of Shi Toad Mountain.

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