At first hearing this, the five Taibao Zhenjun were all extremely angry, who dared to touch the thirteen Taibao tiger whiskers of the Seven Star Palace? This is simply Tai Sui's head breaking ground!

"Little thief, you're looking for death!"

The five Taibao Zhenjun roared angrily, and they didn't care about the sword array that had just been laid out, and the five figures containing monstrous flames disappeared in a flash, and disappeared within the palace gate.

But almost at the same time, on the wall on the side of the main hall, it seemed that someone had opened a window out of thin air, Mo Wentian broke out of the window with a wave of the Danqing Holy Pen in his right hand, and held the Xingyue Zhenjun who had fallen into a coma in his left hand, like an eagle that had successfully hunted, jumped up and jumped into the air, and disappeared into the distance in a blink of an eye.

And those who stayed in place only had a hearty voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, this seat will go first, and I will not accompany you!" ”

At the same time as the voice fell, there was a 'boom' sound, Renri Taipo and others slammed open the door of the temple and rushed out, looking at the figure that had disappeared overhead, their faces were already difficult to see, and now they didn't know the direction to chase it, and it was obviously a little too late.

A mere tiger left the mountain, and he played with it in the palm of their hands, how could the Taibao Zhenjun of the Seven Star Palace be played with like this? It's really a great shame, and I can't wait to break this person's body into thousands of pieces, and frustrate the bones and ashes to eliminate the hatred in my heart.

But now they are chasing separately, but they are afraid of being broken by each one, after all, this person not only got the Danqing Holy Pen, but also plundered the Xingyue Zhenjun's Flower Picking Holy Mirror, and the Zhonghuo Taibao was careless for a while, and he forcibly took off the head in the mirror.

If you don't chase it, but the true monarch of the stars and moon falls into the hands of this person, if there are three long and two short. I'm afraid that the Seven Star Hall Lord will not let them go, and they will be in a dilemma for a while.

At this time, in the sky above the Nine Fingers Imperial City, a lightning light broke through the sky, and a faint light swept over the person's face, his eyebrows were like thick ink from distant mountains, and his eyes were bright and seemed to contain stars, but it was Mo Wentian who had just escaped from the Danqing Palace.

That Xingyue Zhenjun was still unconscious, like a dead dog, being held upside down by Mo Wentian in his hands, although he knew that Lu Dao was holding this person hostage. Dying 10,000 times is an unforgivable sin. Moreover, this person's father is the Lord of the Seven Star Palace, and he has angered the rebel scales of a true king, and there is no one to save him in the heavens and the earth in the border wasteland.

But Mo Wentian didn't regret it at all, Xingyue True Monarch was the young hall master of the Seven Star Palace. She was born as a proud daughter of the sky. Get the countless resources of the Seven Star Palace. It is an infinite treasure in itself, and when he is shy in his pocket, of course he will not let go of this wealth sent to the door for nothing. Therefore, while holding Xingyue Zhenjun hostage, he unceremoniously confiscated her treasure bag, and took the Flower Picking Holy Mirror as his own.

What's more important is that there are many crises in the ruins of the Imperial City, and the information he has obtained is extremely limited, Xingyue True Monarch, as the young hall master of the Seven Star Palace, must know some unknown secrets, which will be of great help to him in exploring the ruins of the Imperial City.

Mo Wentian picked up the Tiankun sword box, urged the mana to fly with all his strength, and prepared to find a quiet place, so that Haosheng interrogated the Xingyue True Monarch, and drained her mind of the Dao, so as to make the next step.

But at this time, there were several aura fluctuations faintly coming from behind, and the divine consciousness was locked from afar, if they accelerated them, they would accelerate, and if they slowed down, they also slowed down, as if they were aimed at themselves, like maggots on the tarsal bones, following closely.

Mo Wentian frowned, obviously when he left the Danqing Palace, he was discovered by the Jindan monk who happened to be hiding nearby, thinking that he was getting benefits inside, and wanted to catch up with him and share a bowl of soup, but he was afraid of his means of killing Taibao Zhenjun, so he didn't dare to chase too closely.

Thinking about it, should you stop and teach them a lesson first? Suddenly, a fire lit up in front of his vision, and a ball of fire burning with raging flames came from the sky like a meteor.

With a 'boom' sound, the fireball suddenly exploded, and a red-robed man flashed out from it, standing proudly in front of Mo Wentian's eyes, and said with an arrogant expression: "Boy, stand obediently, I heard that you got benefits in the Danqing Palace, and if you don't immediately offer it with both hands, Lao Tzu's fire robe Zhenjun, can spare your life." ”

Mo Wentian sneered, knowing that this fire-robed true monarch who was blocking the road was a helper called by the person who was chasing behind, and he wanted to stop himself in front, so that he could kill people and seize treasures before and after, but it was wishful thinking.

As soon as he thought of this, he had murderous thoughts in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged, he stood in the air and raised his left hand, and said with a smile: "I am in the Danqing Palace, I only got such a pen, do you want this thing?" ”

"What? It's actually a spiritual weapon? Meng Huozi really didn't lie to Lao Tzu? The red-robed man looked at his left hand, and immediately his eyes could no longer move, swallowing his saliva, and said with a greedy expression: "Although this pen is a good thing, but boy, your cultivation is too shallow after all, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this thing, but it's better to give it to Lao Tzu, and it will definitely not be less of your benefits." ”

"Good!" Mo Wentian said coldly: "But if you want to get this pen, you need to have an awareness?" ”

"What kind of enlightenment do you need?" The red-robed man looked stunned and seemed quite puzzled.

"What kind of enlightenment? Dead consciousness, of course. ”

Mo Wentian let out a sneer, and suddenly held a pen in the void to write a few strokes, the pen was like a silver hook iron painting, and actually really wrote a word 'death', the edge was like a knife in the air, the air immediately became heavy, and the surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned.

When the red-robed man saw the word 'death', he seemed to see the fate of his body being broken into thousands of pieces, and he was immediately terrified to the extreme, and wanted to run away immediately, but his whole body was heavy as if he was pressed by a thousand huge mountains, and it was difficult to escape.

"Ahh

He let out a terrible scream, and was suppressed by the word 'death' formed by the pen, and his whole body was immediately torn apart, and the fragments of the bloody corpse fell to the ground, revealing an extremely strange word 'death'.

The word casting the pen, Mo Wentian's face turned a little pale, but he forced himself to calm down, swept his back like electricity, looked at the few black shadows at the end of his sight, and preached in a cold voice: "If you don't die, you won't die, if you think this seat is a soft persimmon, you can catch up and give it a try, and the word on the ground is your end." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the scattered corpse blood clots on the ground, and walked away with the sword of the Xingyue True Monarch who had always been unconscious in his left hand, and disappeared at the end of his sight in a moment.

Not long after he left, three figures of the sword fell from the sky, landing on the place where the red-robed man fell, looking at the word 'death' composed of corpses, they all gave birth to a chill from the heart, although they were confident that they could deal with the kid in the early stage of Jindan, but they didn't dare to say that they could take a blow from the spirit weapon.

An old man with gray hair on the foot of the slope had an ugly face, and said in a trembling voice: "Meng Huozi, should we chase after it?" ”

That Meng Huozi was an old man in a green robe standing in front with his back bulging high, he looked at the blood-drenched word 'death' on the ground, and said with a solemn expression: "Lu Pozi, you have also seen this word on the ground, can you do such an awareness?" ”

Lu Pozi was about to speak, and there was a sound of 'tuk tuk' crutches hitting the ground next to him, and an old man with black cloth in his eyes stepped forward and threw the black iron crutches in his hand to the ground, and immediately the earth shook for a while, and he said in a deep voice: "That kid actually got a spiritual weapon?" In any case, you have to grab it, as for what words are written on the ground? Anyway, the old man can't see it, and he won't have such an awareness. ”

Lu Cripple was immediately furious, and said angrily: "Fart, you Zhao is blind and dignified Jindan Zhenjun, although your eyes are blind, but your heart is not blind, how can you not see any words on the ground?" If you want to send you to death, Lao Tzu will not accompany you. ”

The blind man Zhao was about to return his mouth, when he suddenly made a 'huh' sound, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost, and he lost his body and exclaimed: "Meng Huozi, what is on your back?" ”

That Meng Huozi's face immediately sank, and a cold light flashed in his triangular eyes, he has been hunched back since he was born, even if Jin Dan is mostly unable to correct his body, he is most afraid of others exposing such jokes in public, and he has murderous intentions towards Zhao Blind at the moment.

But as soon as Zhao's blind man's voice fell, Lu Pozi couldn't help but follow his words, but saw that on Meng Huozi's high bulging back, there was actually a word 'death' written on it, which was dripping with blood under the faint light, containing boundless death, as if at a glance, he would feel that life was constantly draining, and it was indescribably weird and terrifying.

For a moment, both of them were horrified, and stared at the word with their mouths wide open, like a pair of dead fish on a dry riverbed.

"What are you ......" Meng Huozi suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately took off his coat three or two times, looked at it fixedly, and suddenly stood there like a clay sculpture.

Zhao's blind man's face gradually turned pale, his fingers trembled a little to the back of Lu Cripple's back, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say a word, but his throat was agitated for a long time, and he never said that word.

Lu Pozi's face immediately changed greatly, and he hurriedly took off his shirt, only to see that it was dripping with blood, and it was also written with the word 'death'.

Zhao's blind man's face was already as white as a dead man, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and ripped off his coat with one hand, only to see that it was covered with blood, and the word 'death' was also written.

The three dignified Jindan Zhenjun actually made people unknowingly write the word 'death' on their backs, which makes people shudder when they think about it, do they want to repeat the mistake of the fire-robed Zhenjun and become the ending of the word on the ground.

"Can anyone tell me? What the hell is going on? Lu Pozi roared like crazy, the fear of death had made him emotionally disturbed.

"Are you all ready for this word of enlightenment?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded beside him, as if someone was speaking in the void, indescribably strange and terrifying. (To be continued......)