Looking down at Jiang Chunjun, who was standing with his head drooping under the seat, Mo Chun leaned on the black stone chair and was silent for a long time.

Like a poisonous snake staring at a frog, Mo Chun was condescending, looking at Jiang Chunjun coldly, but the thumb of his right hand seemed to be rubbing the white bone soul wand placed on the chair table intentionally or unintentionally.

In the past three years, Mo Chun has almost witnessed the whole process of Jiang Chunjun's little by little fission into a trickster, it was he who led her to fall step by step like an abyss, and finally became today's cold-blooded and numb trickster, she is the sharpest sword he sharpened with his own hands, but now this sword is trying in vain to get out of his control.

Scold! Mo Chun couldn't help but sneer, where could there be such a good thing!

"Gone?"

Mo Chun Yin smiled, she exchanged the whereabouts of Shennong Ding and promised to find this thing for him within three years, but now the three-year period has expired, but she only wants to send things away with a sentence of 'gone', really when he Mo Chun is so confused?

"Yes."

Wei Ji replied expressionlessly and then stopped speaking, but that gesture didn't even bother to make up a reason for shirking.

When Mo Chun heard this, he couldn't help but laugh strangely, the facial features that were originally quite handsome became more and more hideous because of his cultivation of evil skills over the years.

The blue and white fingers tightened suddenly, Mo Chun's face changed suddenly, and his body wrapped in a wide black robe disappeared out of thin air in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, his ghostly figure appeared silently in front of Jiang Chunjun, and the two-foot-seven-inch white bone soul staff in his hand was already worthy of her chest.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Chunjun was motionless as if he was petrified, but he obediently raised his head according to the force of his soul rod on his chin.

"This king still remembers that when he rescued you, he was a fashionable and unsuccessful yellow-haired girl, who would have thought that he would be so beautiful and moving in three years."

Mo Chun said, and the soul scepter slowly moved down again, lightly depicting the graceful arc of her chest through the robe.

"Respect the grace of saving lives, Wei Ji dare not or forget."

Jiang Chunjun bowed expressionlessly, took advantage of the momentum and retreated half a step back, just as he staggered the white bone soul staff that was messing around on his chest.

Compared with three years ago, her facial features are indeed more delicate and beautiful, but there is no sparkling ripple in those black pupils, and the lifeless is like a thousand-year-old well.

"Go ahead, go back and clean up, and move to Yama Pavilion tonight."

For her silent resistance, Mo Chun only turned a blind eye, and he accepted the White Bone Soul Scepter as if nothing happened, as if the piercing killing intent just now was not issued by him.

"Yes."

Jiang Chunjun only breathed a sigh when he heard this, and then silently lowered his head and retreated.

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In the dark room, Jiang Chunjun quietly wiped the horse chopping knife in his hand, because he drank too much blood, the blue-black blade was no longer as bright as it used to be.

This knife is the only relic left to her by her father, when it was handed over to her, the knife spirit has been faintly born, but now the knife spirit is dead, and only the demon is alive.

Refining a spirit knife into a magic knife, she thought that her father must be extremely disappointed in her, but she had no choice, all the way to today, it was not only this horse chopping knife that was stained.

Yama Pavilion, the ** of Mo.

It's been three years, and he finally can't help but make a move on her, right?

As early as when he was treating Jiang Chunjun's injuries, Mo Chun quietly planted a heart demon Gu in her body, he didn't know that she had a special physique, but she was completely unconscious, and she was pitiful that she knew that the heart demon had been born, but she was powerless to resist, and she could only walk step by step towards the abyss of no return.

In the past three years, she was eager for revenge and cultivated against the sky like a mad demon, but she didn't know that while her cultivation skyrocketed, she had already become a delicacy in other people's bowls, the power of the ancient bloodline, the purest body of the yin, and the most suitable choice for ghost cultivation in this heaven and earth.

The three-year appointment has arrived, if she can't hand over Shennong Ding as promised, she can at least be able to make an example, and the three-year period is just the deadline for the attack of the Heart Demon Gu.

But all cultivators, whether they are people, ghosts, immortals, or demons, or heart demons for a lifetime, it is equivalent to a catastrophe, although the heart demon Gu is a Gu poison, it is more terrifying than the heart demon, once it is completely devoured by the heart demon Gu, the person in the Gu will lose all his mind, and he will be murderous, and let the Gu caster manipulate it at will.

is really worthy of being the king of ghosts, his mind is as meticulous as silk, from beginning to end, the organs are exhausted, and they are interlocking, and nothing is missing.

But after all, people are not as good as heaven, maybe the only thing he can't calculate is Jiang Chunjun's amazing talent, he doesn't know that just today, she has broken through the late stage of the peak of the heaven-grabbing peak and officially stepped into the realm of the ghost king.

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In one night, the evil Shuramun was slaughtered, and the fire burned for a day and a night, until the local authorities rushed to hear the news and barely controlled the spread of the fire.

According to the rumors of people who have been to the scene, the 36 evil ghosts of the inner gate of the Shura Gate and the 72 little ghosts of the outer gate were all spared.

The death of the ghost king was extremely tragic, his body was shattered, and his soul was buried in the sea of fire.

The news that was enough to shock the entire cultivation world only lasted for half a month before it gradually died down, and the small Shura Sect was annihilated, and it would not be long before more such as the Yama Rakshasa Sect would replace it.

There is no shortage of such after-dinner conversations, and no matter how appalling the news, it will quickly be drowned out by newer and more exciting news.

No one has the leisure to sigh about the life and death of others, bloody killings are commonplace, and retribution is nothing more than that, this is the rivers and lakes, once you have entered the rivers and lakes, you must follow the rules of the rivers and lakes to do things.

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Dongfeng Mountain is just an inconspicuous lonely peak in the 100,000 mountains in the southwest, because there are many caves in the mountain, and there are often mountain winds passing through the cave, at first glance, the sound of the sassy wind is like a tiger's roar and gets the name.

Xiao Yu's parents died when he was a child, and he and his elderly grandfather depended on each other, and the two of them lived in this cave wind mountain, relying on medicine collection for many years.

The weather has suddenly turned cold in the past few days, Xiao Yu's grandfather is not in good health, and he can't afford to get sick after contracting the wind and cold, if he is not in a hurry to find a medicine for his grandfather, he will never brave such a thunderstorm to go out to collect medicine.

I thought that the rain would come and go quickly, but the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and when the evening was approaching, it was so strong that the sky was about to leak.

Wiping a handful of rain that almost covered his eyes, Xiao Yu crawled on the muddy mountain road with a bamboo basket on his back, he had been walking around this mountain all day, he was not afraid of hunger and cold, what really scared him was that he was lost.

Xiao Yu went up the mountain with his grandfather to collect medicine at the age of seven, and the huge Dongfeng Mountain was not much stranger than his own backyard, but he was lost in his own backyard, and the increasingly ominous weirdness lingered in his heart like a nightmare.

Panting to climb to the top of the mountain, Xiao Yu thought about finding a high place to identify the direction first, but when he finally straightened up and looked down the mountain with exhaustion, he saw an extremely strange scene