Mo Li slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was lying in a strange room, and a few blurry pictures flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but be in a trance.

The picture was intermittent, vaguely like a big dream.

Mo Li raised his right hand, and for some reason, he faintly felt the Qingshuang Sword screaming in his palm.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and a plainly dressed and good-looking woman walked in, holding a bowl of hot porridge in her hand.

As soon as she saw Mo Li wake up, she hurriedly walked over and said in surprise: "God, you finally woke up!" ”

"Hmmm......"

Mo Li bowed slightly, looking at her with a detached look.

The woman was a little embarrassed by his attitude, and hurriedly handed over the porridge in her hand, and said flatteringly: "God, this is the porridge I boiled with my own hands, can you drink some?" ”

Mo Li glanced at the white porridge with a faint fragrance in her hand, glanced at the woman inexplicably, and said, "The deity has opened the valley." ”

The woman's movements froze, and she withdrew the porridge in her hand in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

At this time, two more plain nuns came into the room, and when they saw that Mo Li had woken up, they happily turned around and went out to call the others.

After a while, Mo Li's room was crowded with men and women, most of whom were female cultivators, who stood together, knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Li, and said gratefully: "Thank you God for saving your life!" ”

Mo Li looked at this group of people, and the picture of him saving people in the demon clan flashed in his mind, which was a little strange and familiar.

It turned out that it was not a dream.

But he still can't let go of it in his heart, and he always feels that in that vague memory, it is him, and it is not him.

Mo was suspicious, but he didn't show it.

He was cold by nature, and after a few words with everyone, he had nothing to say.

Everyone didn't realize that he had a bad attitude, after all, Mo Li was the honor of the gods, and they had the grace to save their lives, and they were only full of admiration in their hearts.

After everyone left, Mo Li planned to go to Luoyan Town, where he had set up an enchantment in his dream.

When he was about to leave, the female cultivator who brought him porridge before suddenly broke in, knelt on the ground and begged: "God, the little girl's sect was destroyed by the demon clan, and now there is nowhere to go, please take in the stamen!" ”

As he spoke, he kowtowed to Mo Li.

But as soon as she lowered her head, she was pulled by an invisible force, and her legs, which had just kneeled down, stood up uncontrollably.

What's going on?

She suddenly panicked, and looked at Mo Li with a pair of innocent eyes, with a little wetness, looking so pitiful.

This appearance reminded him of Ling Jing's pitiful but ill-intentioned appearance.

Mo Li instinctively felt a little disgusted with the stamen, and directly imprisoned her in place with spiritual power, so that she could no longer kneel.

Then he refused indifferently and ruthlessly: "Qinghui Sect does not accept female disciples. ”

Hua Rui was controlled by spiritual power, and she couldn't kneel down anymore and pretend to be pitiful, she was annoyed in her heart, and when she heard Mo Li's refusal, she immediately retorted:

"God, you nonsense! Your Qinghui Sect obviously accepted a female disciple before, and your Zixia Peak deceased peak master was also a woman! You obviously look down on my little sect and refuse to take me in! ”

"Why should I look up to you? A person who is sixty or seventy years old, and his cultivation is not enough to build a foundation, what qualifications does he have to enter the Qinghui Sect? ”

Mo Li looked at the stamen, his eyes were a little cold.

Blossom was swept away by his gaze and was suddenly silenced in fright.

Mo Li didn't dare to say anything when he saw her, so he left directly with his sleeves up, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The stamen was imprisoned by spiritual power, and now the room was motionless, like a stake.

finally survived for half an hour to regain freedom, and immediately went out of the room violently, went straight to the backyard, grabbed the collar of a rickety old woman in the hospital, threw her to the ground, and scolded:

"You old immortal thing, I'm really obsessed, I actually believe that a useless old thing like you used to stay by God's side, and now you have caused me to be rejected by God, I want you to pay back your life!"

With a stroke of luck, he threw the old woman to the ground.

The old woman's already fragile body instantly broke into two pieces, and they overlapped softly.

Hua Rui sneered, threw her body aside, and turned her head to look at the porridge she had served to Mo Li on the wooden table.

suddenly remembered Mo Li's humiliation of her before, she was so angry that she picked up the porridge bowl and was about to smash it on the ground.

As soon as I lifted the bowl, a faint fragrance wafted into my nose.

It was the first time for Hua Rui to smell such a fragrant porridge, and she said secretly: I don't think that old thing is nonsense, this porridge cooking technique is indeed good.

Since Na Mo Li God doesn't look down on this porridge, then she will drink it herself!

Hua Rui indignantly picked up the porridge bowl and drank it all.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the porridge was in my stomach, there was a sharp pain like tearing in the meridian dantian.

Hua Rui covered her stomach in a cold sweat, but the severe pain became more and more intense, she rolled on the ground in pain, screamed again and again, and finally fainted to death.

In the dark, Mo Li slowly showed his figure, walked to the old woman and raised her head, revealing an old face full of folds - she was actually Ling Jing who had been sucked dry of the life essence by the wild system in her memory!

Mo Li's hand paused, as if he understood something.

I walked over and glanced at the stamen that was stunned.

When he saw the bowl of porridge, he knew that the porridge had been dissolved, so he became suspicious, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Mo Li lowered his eyes and glanced at his right hand that was constantly shaking,

Qingshuang Sword, the master you want, is it her?

Mo Li left the courtyard and went straight to Luoyan Town, only to see a cyan enchantment shrouded in the sky above the town.

The demonic aura is pervasive inside the enchantment, but the sky is bright outside the enchantment.

Mo Li slowly walked into the enchantment, looking at the light gray ground and the bare trunk of the branches.

The wilderness is really spreading outward.

Mo Li walked out of Luoyan Town, and raised his hand to add another layer of enchantment in addition to the cyan enchantment.

Then he turned around and flew towards Qinghui Sect.

Within the Qinghui Sect, Xuan Qing had already heard of Qingyun's feat in the Demon Clan.

Seriously, when he first heard it, he simply pinched the sweat for his junior brother, how dangerous is the demon race?

This person who occupied the body of the god of his junior brother actually dared to stir up the wind and rain inside, and for a moment, he really wanted to rush to bring the person back and trap it, so as to protect the body of his junior brother.

The moment he saw his junior brother come back, he almost burst into tears with excitement.

That soul is finally gone, and his junior brother is finally back!

After Mo Li returned to the Qinghui Sect, he began to practice in retreat.

Half a year later, Mo Li, who had successfully promoted to the main god, stood in the sky above the Desperate Peak.

The vague memory in his mind became clearer and clearer, and he stretched out his right hand that was constantly shaking, and a small Qingfrost Sword was condensed in his palm.

"Since you have chosen her, I will help you and go to her."

After speaking, half of the divine power was injected into the sword body, and the Qingshuang Sword hummed happily, instantly turned into a blue light, and disappeared into the sky.