Xijin Zhenjun's face is full of murderous intent, he has always believed that the first strike is strong, since the one who comes is not good, then he has to fight for his life, only in this way can he get a glimmer of life.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, and it is simply self-defeating."

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, stretched out his palm like lightning, turned into a claw in mid-air, and suddenly flipped downward, and the majestic power poured down, as if a hill could be grabbed in the air.

"Bang!" With a bang, Jin Dan was firmly grasped in his hand, as if he was cast in an iron mountain, even if Xijin Zhenjun was driven by everything, he couldn't move for half a minute.

"Impossible? You're so powerful? ”

Losing the connection with Jin Dan, Xijin Zhenjun spewed blood, his face was pale as death, and he quickly aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, his face was furrowed and wrinkled, as if he was already a dying old man who was already half buried in the soil.

Mo Wentian snorted coldly with murderous intentions on his face, just put Jin Dan away slowly, and stretched out his hand on the treasure bag, Tiankun sword box suddenly broke out of the air, carrying thousands of sword rays and passing fiercely, like a cloud tree around the embankment, angry waves rolling frost and snow, dazzling and colorful, the sword shadow fluttered, turning into ten thousand stars covering the body of Xijin Zhenjun.

A terrible scream rose into the sky, Xijin Zhenjun fell and died in countless swords, Mo Wentian stepped forward with a cold expression, stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, and put the corpse in a brand-new treasure bag, ready to be used to feed the spirit beast in the future.

After killing Xijin Zhenjun, Mo Wentian's expression was slightly dull, and a cold light immediately swept through his body, and he drilled into the spirit stone mine cave like lightning.

It was pitch black in the Spirit Stone Mine. Stretching out his hand, he couldn't see the five fingers, but Mo Wentian's eyes were sharp, and he could already see the night as if it were day, so naturally it had no effect.

Walking less than a hundred steps forward, forty or fifty corpses were found along the way, and looking at their costumes, almost half of them were disciples of the Merit Sect, while the rest were Yunzhou monks, these corpses had hideous expressions and terrifying faces. The death was extremely tragic, and it was clear that he had fought to the death before his death.

Mo Wentian stood among the corpses with his hands in his hands, looked around with cold eyes, and found that there were two corpses that he knew before his death, one was a round-faced fat man who looked like a businessman, and he was holding a broken iron abacus in his arms, which was the head of the Kunyun faction, the iron arithmetic real person; The other is a clear old man dressed as a scribe, holding a broken Qingfeng copper pen in his hand, but he is the head of the Fenglan Sect copper pen real person.

The two heads of the sect are quite famous in Yunzhou. But I didn't expect to fall here, which shows the tragic situation of the fight at that time. Although the Yunzhou monk paid a heavy price, he crushed all the obstacles and completely killed the disciples of the Merit Sect.

Mo Wentian pinched the fire of Kungang's legal decision, burned the corpses completely, and cleaned up any traces left by the fighting, but there were fewer and fewer dead corpses along the way, until there were almost none, and he continued to walk forward less than a hundred steps, but the road was vertical and horizontal in front of him. Don't know where to go?

Mo Wentian immediately closed his eyes and sensed, and his divine consciousness poured into the spiritual stone mine cave like a tide, not letting go of any of the paths, and the places that his divine sense could sense were suddenly drawn into a map in the sea of consciousness, and the surrounding scenes faintly appeared.

The three-grade spirit stone veins of Wuyin Peak have obviously been abandoned for several years. Almost everywhere the divine sense could sense, there was almost no dead silence, there was no sign of life, and there were no mine slaves working in it.

Mo Wentian just sensed it for a moment. Then his expression swept over the different colors, and he suddenly found that in the deepest part of the mineral vein, there were several spiritual qi fluctuations of cultivators, and although one of them was extremely weak, it had an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura, and it seemed that only Jindan True Monarch could have such momentum.

Mo Wentian swept a thoughtful look, and when he was in shape, he pursued towards the deepest part of the spirit vein, only by expelling the creatures in the spirit stone mine cave, he would be able to use the sixth-order relocation talisman to move the spirit veins for thousands of miles, and then make the sect have a three-grade spirit stone vein, which was the main reason why he came to the Fog Hidden Peak.

At the same time, in the depths of the tortuous and complex corridor, the spirit stones are gradually increasing, densely embedded in the stone wall, dazzling and gorgeous, as if countless stars in the night are twinkling at the same time, and even some spirit stones bloom several times the light, which seems to be some medium-grade spirit stones.

Dao Dao Zhenjun's face was as pale as paper, and he knelt on the ground with his right hand holding the stone wall, and his body was already scarred, especially on the wound on his left shoulder where he lost his arm, and there was a half-cut silver sword tip stuck upside down, and blood was oozing out.

And around him, there were more than ten Yunzhou monks, all of whom were full of schadenfreude, especially the silver sword real person in Yunzhou hardware, he held half of the silver sword in his hand, and screamed: "It is worthy of Jindan Zhenjun, even if you lose Jindan, your body is still extremely tough, and the full strength of the true person's sword not only can't hit you hard, but the magic weapon is damaged, and it is really a loss of a medium-grade magic weapon in vain." ”

The golden knife real man looked contemptuous, and said in a disdainful voice: "Second Silver Sword, you touched the corpse of a dead man in front of you, and you have already made a fortune, but what is a medium-grade magic weapon?" As long as you kill the moral elder, it will be a miracle, and Weijun Zhenren will naturally be rewarded, and maybe you will be rewarded with high-grade magic weapons. ”

"What the Golden Sword Alliance Master said is right!" The real man of the tin rod shouted beside him: "The old man of morality has run out of oil, as long as we go up and take a moment, we can take his old life." ”

"There's no need to do this, the moral old man has been seriously injured, and the injuries are already too serious, as long as it drags on for a moment or three, he can die."

The silver sword real man laughed in a gloomy voice, grabbed the silver magic sword that had no sword tip, and said in an arrogant tone: "Moral old man, when death is on the verge of death, it is really stupid to kneel and beg for mercy, as long as you kowtow and confess your guilt, and crawl under the crotch of the masters, you can spare a whole corpse." ”

The silver sword real person speaks unscrupulously, and the existence of prostrate and looking up on weekdays is trampled under his feet at this time, becoming a catfish on the board to be disposed of, and his heart is really happy and indescribable.

As soon as his words fell, there was a burst of laughter all around, and the Golden Dao Zhenren and others burst into laughter, after all, humiliating a Jindan Zhenjun in person, I am afraid that there will be no such opportunity in this life, and the disciples of the Hardware League are united at this time, and they have all spoken foul language, and they are extremely insulting.

"Moral old man, kneel down and kowtow to the uncle, the voice should be louder."

"Climb forward, uncle's shoes are a little dirty, so clean them well!"

"Why don't you keep quiet? It's not mute, learn a few dog barks for the uncle to listen. ”

“……”

The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, the dragon was played by shrimp in shallow water, the moral true monarch was dignified Jindan Zhenjun, and the character who stepped on the earth and covered the sky with his hands, how could he have such a shame? There is no greater shame than this, and he immediately became angry and stuffed his chest, and couldn't help but spurt a mouthful of blood.

And just as he was about to kill himself in order to ensure that his wisdom would not be damaged, in the walls around the corridor, there was a leisurely sigh.

"A soldier can be killed but not humiliated, let alone a Jindan True Monarch? You little friends don't say anything about taking advantage of people's danger, but insulting Jindan's predecessors like this is really a crime that deserves death. ”

"Who is it? Who? ”

The expressions of the Golden Dao Zhenren and the others immediately changed greatly, and they immediately watched the surroundings, but the voice was extremely strange, it seemed to be sounding in all directions, and they really didn't know where the person who spoke was hiding?

The tin staff real person has a reckless temperament, and has always been not afraid of life and death, he slammed the nine-bell Zen staff on the ground, and roared roughly: "Where is the rat? What kind of hero is a hidden head and tail? Do you dare to show up to fight with your uncle? ”

The voice seemed to be extremely sorry, and said with a sigh: "Since it is a disaster that comes from the mouth, I have to send you to the hell of pulling out your tongue, and you should not talk nonsense in reincarnation." ”

At the same time as the words fell, suddenly a gust of cold wind came out of thin air, and the black mirage surged in the corridor like a tide, flooding the surroundings in an instant, and the eyes were full of gray, and the dazzling spirit stones on the original walls were gradually blurred and difficult to distinguish, and the visibility was reduced to the extreme in an instant.

"What's the situation?"

The monks of the Hardware League stood in the mirage blankly, only feeling that the ghost aura was clear, and the yin wind in their ears was full of huo, but they couldn't help but look at each other, and a bad feeling appeared on their faces.

"It's not good, you disciples hold your breath, there's something strange in the fog!"

In the end, the golden knife real person has some knowledge, but it is also a strange speed, urging the mana to dance the golden knife like the wind, and casting the wind knife technique, but the mana is only stagnant at the blade, and the wind is still and does not overflow the blade, and it dissipates and disappears like a stone into the sea, as if it is swallowed by the mirage.

Yinjian Zhenren and other Yunzhou monks urged mana, trying to drive the diffuse mist, but it was also in vain, and the mirage around them did not dissipate at all, but became more condensed.

In just a moment, the Hardware Alliance monk was completely immersed in it, letting out a series of heart-rending screams, his eyes were bloodshot, a crazy look flashed inside, his cheeks were extremely distorted, and his tongue hung out of it.

"Ahh It hurts! The tongue will be cut off, spare your life! ”

"Ahh I can't stand it, let me die! “

Their faces were distorted and hideous, and their minds were completely deranged, as if they were bound to the hell of tongue pulling, and they were pinched by iron tongs, and they were pulled out raw, not at once, but slowly and slowly, and let them go through endless pain.

This kind of pain is simply unbearable, any person with a strong heart can't bear it, and even if they die to seek relief, but the pain on the primordial spirit still exists, as long as the mirage will not dissipate, they will not wake up in the pain, the torment from the soul makes them have to destroy the body, in a moment, the body will be out of the control of the sea of knowledge, and they will fall to the ground and fall into a coma.

At this time, the mirage suddenly rolled up like a tide, countless sinister and ferocious scenes collapsed like phantoms, and the spirit stone on the stone wall appeared, blooming dazzling light again, in the darkness of the road, Mo Wentian quietly stepped forward, dragged out a long figure by the light on the wall around him, and the majestic momentum poured out.

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