In the flickering light and darkness of the cave, the wailing gradually stopped, and the weak begging for mercy was interspersed with a few weak resentful curses from time to time, and finally fell silent.

"Master, this is the treasure of those people's storage!"

Ao Liang offered a few rings or brocade bags as if offering treasures, and when he saw Wu Ming's brows frowning slightly, his heart jumped, and he hurriedly used his demonic power to sweep away the dust on the surface.

If you don't ask, you can know that it must have been left behind after the true inheritance of the Divine Intention Sect turned into ashes.

"If time doesn't allow, those two are good opponents!"

Wu Ming took a few elixirs to Mo Zangfeng, who had a weak breath, and casually broke the divine sense imprint on it, and after probing into it, he couldn't help but pout.

I thought it was some powerful attack treasure, but I didn't expect it to be just a few powerful high-level talismans, although the flickering fluctuations on it were extremely extraordinary, and they were the best of the best, but for Wu Ming today, it was just a spare material that was better than nothing.

After sweeping all the loot, not even a treasure weapon was found, only the cultivation experience of a few people, and a Divine Intention Sword cultivation method sealed by a secret technique was slightly in sight.

This thing is to prevent the leakage of peerless learning, and those who are qualified to get the rubbing from the sect must have made a lot of contributions, and the rest of the people want to learn, at most, by word of mouth.

This kind of rubbing, to some extent, contains a trace of the power in the rare book, which can make it easier for learners to grasp the method of entry, but if there is no corresponding method, if you forcibly check it, even if the half-saint divine consciousness touches it, it will be shattered.

Fortunately, the withered holy soul was not among them, and with its divine sense, it was enough to circumvent the prohibition of such a semi-holy cloth, or even forcibly break it.

"Are you crazy? This is the supreme mastery of the Divine Consciousness Sect, and there are only saints in its door, I don't know how many there are, you ......"

When Wu Ming made it clear, Ku Ye instinctively refused.

"Ha, you are about to be reborn, and all the past has dissipated, and you are afraid that it will not be possible to involve cause and effect?"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

As for the consequences of peeping at the Divine Consciousness Sword, it has long been forgotten, and even the true disciples of other families have been killed, what else is there to avoid?

"You...... You can't threaten the old man?"

Kuye Qi said weakly.

"An, when this kid is good, he will be pushed by two, five or six, and he will be burdened by then, presumably he won't mind!"

Wu Ming comforted and patted Mo Zangfeng, who was unconscious.

Ku Ye couldn't, so he had to let it go, and forcibly broke through the rubbing that recorded the cultivation method of the Divine Intention Knife, and then turned back to Zhihai, stopped making a sound, and Xu Shi drew circles again.

"Master, it's this jade pendant!"

Just as Wu Ming was figuring out the cultivation method of the Divine Consciousness Knife in it, Ao Liang, who had gone and returned, held a knife-shaped jade Jue and said.

"This kid has a big heart!"

Playing with Yujue, Wu Ming subconsciously looked at Mo Zangfeng, but found that he opened his bloodshot eyes at some point, and said with a smile, "It's good to wake up, don't leave me here to cry, otherwise, be careful that I screw your head off for loot!"

"You...... Have you been here for a long time, deliberately watching my jokes?"

Mo Zangfeng said with tears in his eyes.

"Ha, how could it be?

Wu Ming snorted, threw Yu Jue back to Mo Zangfeng, and changed his words, "The thing is returned to the original owner, we are very authentic, I didn't look at your family heirloom!"

"Humph!"

Mo Zangfeng touched Yu Jue, and said in silence, "You obviously want to see it, why don't you tell me......?"

"Stop!"

Wu Ming was full of black lines in his head, looking at Mo Zangfeng, wondering if this kid was beaten stupid or something, why didn't he find out in the past, he has the potential to be a Tang monk, huh?

In the past, that person didn't talk much, and the little knife gentleman who was full of energy was so majestic!

"I'm telling the truth!"

Mo Zangfeng is a little aggrieved, and he is willing to share his own unique learning, what do you want to do?

"Ahem, the timing is not right!"

Wu Ming waved his hand and diverted the topic, "Let's talk about it, how did you come up with the idea of coming here to renew your sword intent, you really don't want to live?"

"I don't want to die!"

Mo Zangfeng said quietly.

Wu Ming was slightly stunned, looked at Mo Zangfeng deeply, and the corners of his mouth outlined a meaningful smile, and secretly said that he really didn't mistake this kid.

Such a Tianjiao person, who is arrogant and arrogant, is light, Mo Zangfeng will definitely not allow himself to live secretly, since this is the case, it is better to give it a go and fight for his life.

It's good to succeed, but if you don't, you're good!

"Your Mo family's ancestral home is in Liangzhou, and there are endless swordsmen on the ancestors, so you must have chosen this place because you understand the many secrets of the Gobi at dusk, right?"

Wu Ming got straight to the point.

"Hmm!"

Mo Zangfeng glanced at Ao Liang and said bluntly, "The Dusk Gobi is indeed the place where a Great Sun Golden Crow fell, but its formation is caused by its scattered power, and the real place of the fall is wrapped in its power, even the sage can't peep into it.

As for this dragon pool, it was not discovered by my ancestors, but indeed by a dragon from the Cave Wild Sand River that my ancestors had killed. ”

"Shhh

Wu Ming took a light breath and secretly exclaimed, it was worthy of being a Chaos Demon God-level existence, just the power that escaped after the fall could make the Sage retreat, and this kind of cultivation treasure was just a trace of energy leaking!

"Now that I'm setting up a game here, waiting for someone to take the bait, how long do you think it will take to finish it?"

Wu Ming said.

Mo Zangfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

If you are sure, you will not have the determination to fight to the death, in other words, you are ready to die!

"That's it!"

Wu Mingmo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"You...... What do you want to do?"

Mo Zangfeng's heart trembled, he was inexplicably afraid, and stammered.

didn't see it, Ao Liang had already subconsciously retreated, and there was pity in his eyes, as if he was asking for more blessings.

"I thought, if you die, then the Laoshizi Sword Sutra will be lost, and I will reluctantly accept it, and the right should be the reward for avenging your hatred!

Wu Ming casually fished the jade jue back, and said with a smile, "I don't have time to waste here, looking at you like this, eighty percent of you have made a decision, rather than living like a waste, it is better to fight to the death." In this case, brother, I will give you a ride!"

"Didn't you want it before?"

Mo Zangfeng said urgently.

"Just now, I suddenly found out that if you die, wouldn't I lose a lot of money?"

Wu Ming casually put away the jade jue, glanced at a few rings and bags in front of him, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, if you die, no one will take the blame!"

With that, he pinched Mo Zangfeng's back collar and got up, and went straight to the magma pool deep in the cave.

"Hey, hey, wait, I'm not ready!"

Mo Zangfeng danced with his hands, but where did he resist Wu Ming's strange power, like a chicken boy helplessly fluttering non-stop.

Looking at the embarrassed Mo Zangfeng, thinking about the rumors of this kid's majesty in the past, Ao Liang's mood was inexplicably better, and his steps were much brisker.

"By the way, leave me a copy of your experience in cultivating the Divine Intention Sword!"

Halfway through, Wu Ming said again.

"Count you ruthless!"

Mo Zangfeng glared at Wu Ming speechlessly for a long time, sensing that the other party's gaze was a little ill-intentioned, and hurriedly found a jade slip from the Na Ring that had been taken away before.

Anyway, it's just a cultivation experience, not a rubbing, and it can't be regarded as a leak of the sect's mastery, and there is no burden at all psychologically, and there is no need to worry about the pain of the oath backlash, even if it is exposed in the future, some people say.

"Do you have any last words?"

Wu Ming put away the jade slip and continued to walk forward with Mo Zangfeng in his hand.

"Yes!"

When he saw the fiery magma pool, Mo Zangfeng's expression suddenly became hideous, "You'd better pray that I will come out, otherwise even if you are a ghost, I will beat you up!"

"Hahaha, okay, I'll wait! Actually, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

Wu Ming let out a long laugh, kicked Mo Zangfeng's ass with a wicked smile, looked at Mo Zangfeng, who turned into a parabola, and thought of the magma lake, and said loudly, "Boy, don't blame my brother for being ruthless, you don't want to live like a waste person for the rest of your life, if you die, in my heart, you are the high-spirited, stinky Mo Zangfeng, not a waste man who steals his life." ”

"Don't worry, I will definitely come out alive, and I will ...... when the time comes"

Mo Zangfeng was in mid-air, laughing heartily, as if the previous haze had been swept away, but before he finished speaking, he was forced by the shadow that fell above his head to breathe unsteadily and his eyes were shocked, "This is ......"

Thundered!

Thousands of feet high, the dragon horns like mountain cliffs fell from the sky, smashing Mo Zangfeng's entire person into the magma pool, setting off a monstrous wave of fire, and drowning Mo Zangfeng's small figure in an instant.

"Master, that's ......"

Ao Liang swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously pointed to the Jiaolong horn that was bubbling and sinking down into the magma lake, and the Jiaolong blood instinct in his body was boiling endlessly.

"When he comes out, he can borrow it for cultivation!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Master, can he still come out?"

Ao Liang said with a sad face.

If the induction is not wrong, it is the Jiaolong Holy Horn, and it must be from the same source as the Dragon Ball.

Now, it's all like bubbles in a lava lake!

"Then pray!"

Wu Ming took a deep look at the magma lake, and slowly turned around, his expression indifferent as if he had thrown away not a heavy treasure that was enough for the demi-saints to fight for, but a branch!

This treasure, except for the Four Seas Dragon Palace or the legendary Dragon Tomb, there are few treasures in the world that can be used to sharpen sword intent or sword intent!

"Master, the breath left by the loach is almost absorbed!"

The loach swam over with a milky voice.

"It's okay, leave a little, and you can win people's trust more!"

Wu Ming beckoned the loach, turned around and threw the ancestral scales to Ao Liang and said, "Urge them to come now, then you will say, you have blocked me inside, but the space here is huge, and there are many treasures on my body, and I don't know where to hide it for a while!"

"Yes, yes, don't worry, Xiaolong will definitely not make a mistake!"

Ao Liang took the ancestral scales, patted his chest and promised, and took out a dragon scale to cast a spell and send a message.

As the jade talisman flickered with brilliance, Wu Ming checked the previous arrangement again, and made sure that it had not been damaged by the previous battle, so he concocted it in the same way, and used a high-grade breathing talisman to completely remove the figure and melt into the darkness.