"When you see this word, can you do a good job of realizing this word?"

The man's voice overflowed in the cold wind, unspeakably strange, as if life and death were in his hands.

Mo Wentian was already shocked, but when he heard him speak, his heart suddenly moved, and he sneered and said: "You can actually write on the back of this seat, which is an extremely rare ability, but it is not so easy to kill this seat." ”

"For what?" The sound was stunned in the wind, and the cold wind immediately stagnated.

"Isn't that easy?" Mo Wentian sneered, and said in a deep voice: "Before killing, you will definitely leak murderous energy, but if you have a little murderous energy leakage, even in the moment of life and death, this seat is confident that you can avoid it." ”

"You're not easy! It's not a little bit stronger than those three pieces of waste. The voice behind him let out a sigh of admiration, was silent for a while, and said indifferently: "It's really not easy for me to kill you." ”

"You can't kill this seat, and this seat can't kill you!" Speaking of this, Mo Wentian's voice paused slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "The ruins of the imperial city are full of dangers, but there is no need to fight to the death, but to cheapen others." ”

"You're right!" The voice behind him snorted coldly, and laughed in a dark voice: "It's okay if you want me to go, but you must hand over one thing, otherwise I won't leave." ”

"What's that?" Mo Wentian let out a sneer, and suddenly picked up the Danqing magic pen, and said in a disdainful tone: "Could it be that you are also here for this pen?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the Danqing Holy Pen in his hand waved down. A stroke of the pen fell on the shirt out of thin air, erasing the word 'death' that contained boundless death.

At the same time as the pen fell, suddenly the silver hook iron painting like a crutch, the pen wrote a "sheng" word on it, and then put the clothes back on the body, in an instant the majestic vitality was born, the word "sheng" on the back glowed with majestic vitality, it seems that any mortal wearing that shirt, will immediately rejuvenate, and even increase life.

"It's a good baby. Write a word out of thin air. Let an ordinary piece of clothing become a low-grade magic weapon. The voice behind him sighed leisurely, and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, for me, it is useless." ”

Hearing this, Mo Wentian let out a 'huh'. It seems to be a bit of a surprise. He said in a somewhat cold tone, "What do you want?" Isn't it the head of this seat? ”

"What's the use of asking for your head?" The voice smiled coldly, "What I want." It's a thousand-year-old life, I don't know if I can cut my love? ”

"You actually covet the longevity of this seat, you really don't know whether to live or die!" Don't ask the sky, your face is like frost. Leng Ran said: "But this seat has deduced your origin, you should be a disciple of the Demon Demon Cave, cultivating some kind of strange supernatural power, which can plunder the longevity of others, and use it to refine the spirit ghosts." ”

Speaking of this, his voice paused, and he said in a firm tone: "I heard that the Heavenly Demon Sect has the Seven Saints of the Demon Gate, all of whom are extremely talented young heroes, how could it be without them in the opening of the ruins of the imperial city this time?" You should be the devilish son. ”

"With just one sentence, you can judge my identity, you are really not simple!" The voice behind him exclaimed, this was the third time he had issued such an exclamation, which was almost unique in his life, and continued: "I guess you also know the Dao, our Devil's Cave disciples are proficient in some kind of supernatural power, and can sense whether other people's longevity is sufficient, but in the ruins of the imperial city, almost all the monks I meet are few longevity monks, and there are very few people like you who have a thousand-year longevity, it is a gluttonous feast for me, since I must not let go of it." ”

"If you want to get the longevity of this seat, I'm afraid it's not so easy!" Mo Wentian Ha Lu laughed, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the Xingyue True Monarch on the ground, and said coldly: "There is a female True Monarch here, her cultivation talent is also extraordinary, Shouyuan should have hundreds of years, and this seat will be given to you for nothing." ”

"The spirit ghost I raised is a male, so naturally I can't feed it with the longevity of the female cultivator, otherwise it will be difficult to reconcile yin and yang." The Demon Evil Son laughed coldly behind him, "And you don't necessarily have any good intentions? I already know the identity of this woman, she is the young hall master of the Seven Star Palace, and she must have the bloodline prohibition of the Yuanying True King, as long as I kill her here, I am afraid that I will face the pursuit and killing of the Yuanying True King of the Seven Star Palace, and I am afraid that when I walk out of the ruins of the imperial city, I will die when I disappear. ”

Mo Wentian immediately breathed a sigh of relief, in fact, he was now more worried than anyone else about the life or death of Xingyue True Monarch, if she fell here, then the Lord of the Seven Star Hall would definitely feel something, and he would immediately rush to the outside of the Nine Finger Mountain Range to guard, and because he had a soul mark, if he wanted to live, he could only stay in the ruins of the imperial city for the rest of his life.

After just a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "Demon Demon Holy Son, it seems that there is no room for maneuver between us, we can only fight to the death, let your ghost general out!" Rather, I want to see the methods of the devil's cave. ”

"Good!" The voice smirked, "But it's not you he's dealing with you, it's the mountain range in front of him." ”

As his words fell, the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge phantus cast on the ground, it was a black shadow with horns on his head, like a giant in ancient times, dragging a heavy knife in his hand, which had been raised high in the air.

In an instant, the yin wind rose, the black mist rolled violently, and the ghost aura filled the heaven and earth, and the ghosts cried wolf howls in bursts, as if thousands of evil ghosts came out together.

Before this sword fell, there was already a heavy atmosphere of heaven and earth about to collapse, and everything trembled.

The golden-clawed marten bear was hiding in the mountains, as if it had been secretly aware of the danger, and a dull roar suddenly came out, and the golden claws came out with the sound, like an iron mountain that crushed the void, and grabbed the ghost general floating in the air.

The ghost stared at the hollow eye sockets, and the two black flames seemed to flicker with disdain, and the slasher with a hideous face disappeared, as if to cut the golden claw in two.

'Boom! There was a loud bang, as if the sky was cracking, the air shook violently, the black giant knife slashed on the golden claw, and the incomparable force surged, and the golden-clawed marten bear seemed to be in pain, let out a painful snort, and then the golden claw retracted into the mountains.

In the first round of the fight, the golden-clawed marten bear had obviously fallen behind, and the Devil Saint Son was extremely proud, and his voice came out in the cold wind: "My ghost general is an eighth order, which is enough to injure the true monarch in the late stage of Jindan, although this spirit beast of yours is extraordinary, but after all, it has not been promoted to the seventh order, I am afraid that it will be cut off by the ghost general." ”

"Not necessarily!" Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said in a cold voice: "Don't you see that it is gathering momentum now?" ”

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the Demon Demon Saint Son immediately fell silent, as if he had disappeared behind him, obviously paying attention to the sky.

At this time, the originally dead peaks, as if given life by the Creator, woke up one after another from their deep sleep, and one after another rose from the ground, crushing the ghost madly.

The ghost will stand in the air with a sword, like an invincible demon god, every knife will roll up a violent whirlpool, the terrifying power, as if to split the earth, one mountain peak after another was suddenly split apart.

The rocks collapsed, the dust fell, the mountain peaks were crushed by the blade, and soon condensed into new peaks on the ground, which seemed to be more majestic and upright, and the force of the mountains was not only weakened by half a point, but also more imposing, reborn in destruction, destroyed after rebirth, as if the nirvana of reincarnation, forever endless.

"It's really interesting!" The voice of the Devil Demon Saint Son suddenly sounded behind him, and he sighed and said, "I actually want to use the attack of the ghost general to continuously squeeze my potential, and advance to the seventh order spirit beast in one fell swoop." ”

"Not bad!" Mo Wentian laughed coldly: "And when the spirit beast is promoted to the realm, it is possible to comprehend new natural skills, the golden-clawed marten bear is a thick accumulation, when promoting the seventh-order spirit beast, if you comprehend new natural skills, your ghost general may not be an opponent." ”

"You have a point!" The voice behind him snorted coldly, but laughed darkly: "But before they decide the winner, you have become a cold corpse." ”

"Really?" Mo Wentian Ha Lu Ha laughed, and suddenly scolded sharply: "That's not necessarily, what do you think this is?" ”

At the same time as the sound started, a treasure mirror carved with simple patterns was held in his hand, and the mirror was turned to shine in the direction of his back, and a light shot out from the bronze mirror, as if all the shadows that could appear in the darkness, any ghost and ghost was traceless, and the outline of a figure immediately appeared in the mirror, which was a person wearing a black cloak in the dark.

Mo Wentian's other hand opened like lightning, like an iron claw piercing through the mirror, ready to take off the head of the cloaked man in the mirror.

"Ahh A miserable scream came from behind, but Mo Wentian only grabbed half a bloody arm in his hand, he was feeling a little disappointed, and suddenly a figure with a look swept by, blowing a cool breath on his neck.

In an instant, Mo Wentian immediately felt that his energy seemed to be drained, his vitality was passing wildly, his mind was a little trance, and when he came back to his senses, he was already empty, there was no trace of people, only the shadows under his feet that were in a row.

"Defloration Holy Mirror?" The Devil Saint Son let out a muffled snort behind his back, and said in a cold tone: "I didn't expect you to have this thing, the young hall master of the Seven Star Hall fell into your hands, I should have thought of it a long time ago, it seems that it was my carelessness." ”

Mo Wentian sneered, his eyes always stared at the shadow under his feet, and said disdainfully: "Yes, no matter how powerful your invisible method is, there is nothing to hide in front of this spiritual weapon." (To be continued......)