"Master, what is 'Heavenly Demon Refining'?" Mo Chen was puzzled.

"Master is a guilty person, and magic skills are the bottom line of Lingwu Mountain...... The burden on the master's body is heavy, and he still went astray. Zhang Junheng looked at the water under the moonlight, and his eyes flowed with the past.

"But, there's no time, only for you to gamble."

Mo Chenyun is in the fog. But he could feel that Master was different today.

Zhang Junheng didn't give Mo Chen a puzzle, and continued: "I have been alchemy for a hundred years, and I know exactly what is in the medicine bottle today. I have heard that there is a terrifying 'ten thousand poisons entering the body' in the world, that is, this person is invincible to all poisons since birth, and can even use poison to assist in cultivation, and make rapid progress. ”

"Presumably you don't have this kind of physique, but you're very similar."

Mo Chen thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was indeed some similarity, so he nodded...... He shook his head again.

The man laughed, "Everyone has their own secrets, and Master also has it, and the Master you know is just the tip of the iceberg." But in Master's life, there is only one apprentice like you. ”

"Master can see the blood from you, in order to protect the rights and interests of that little fat man that day, you did not hesitate to make enemies of the notorious disciples of the outer sect, and the master can see chivalry." The man's words changed:

"So, Lingwu Mountain...... No, a heavier burden has fallen on you and me. ”

"This 'Heavenly Demon Refining' is divided into five realms, and the master has only learned the third level, and there is only this threefold exercise." Zhang Junheng took out a short piece of dead wood from his sleeve robe, the size of a copper coin, Mo Chen rubbed his eyes, and he couldn't see the words on it clearly.

"The first weight, the demon body."

Mo Chen felt a moment of heaven and earth, his ears and eyes were blind, he couldn't help but close his eyes, and he was about to fall backwards. A pair of powerful hands held him up, and he concentrated on it, and Mo Chen looked at it carefully, where there was any dead wood.

Suddenly, thousands of languages and words poured into his mind like a tide, and Mo Chen just stood in place. Zhang Junheng looked at him with a smile, didn't say much, and walked towards the mountain by himself.

"Master leads the way in, and cultivation depends on the individual. But Master really doesn't want you to follow the path Master has walked. ”

Walking to the top of the mountain, Zhang Junze grabbed the cuffs of his robe and stood with his hands in his hands. His arms trembled slightly, and the bloody scars on his sleeves were as hideous as a thunderbolt.

Blocking the thunder last night was also very reluctant for him, and it took at least twenty years to cultivate. He was only more than 100 years old.

By the time Mo Chen came back to his senses, it was already noon the next day. He felt that this night was like waking up from a big dream, those obscure words were imprinted in his mind, Mo Chen had never heard of this way of transmitting gong.

It's just that when Mo Chen looked at the palm of his hand, he could vaguely see the dead wood the size of a copper coin.

"Chen'er, are you awake?"

Mo Chen rubbed his aching head, and when he saw someone coming, he was about to get up and salute: "I've seen my master." ”

The woman has a plump body, fair skin, and an extraordinary temperament.

To be honest, it turned out that Mo Chen didn't know how he fell in love with his master. It wasn't until last night that Mo Chen knew that people couldn't look good, and his master was not as simple as it seemed.

"No need to be polite, I heard your master say that you should almost wake up, so I came to call you for lunch." The woman has a gentle smile on her face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Mo Chen nodded, and then the woman left the room, he quietly thought about the memories of this night, messy and trivial, and had no clue, but the ancient words in the dead wood were clear.

"The way of quenching the body is like the pain of ten thousand needles piercing the heart, the muscles and bones are broken, and the foundation of cultivation is completely damaged...... Mo Chen muttered, this demon body training that is not in the realm of martial arts has no way to be carried out, why do you pass it on to yourself now?

Moreover, the introduction and effect of this exercise are too terrifying...... If the realm is not forced to cultivate enough, there will be very terrible consequences. Mo Chen looked at the four big words "broken bones", and the introduction of the system came out soon.

[Broken Bones: Strength +50%, Constitution +50.] 】

"I'm rubbing! I've forgotten about this stubble! Mo Chen suddenly realized, and finally understood the master's intentions.

He hurriedly got up, a little overjoyed, but suddenly stopped.

Why did Master practice this exercise?

"Chen'er, if you don't come to eat, the fish will be eaten up by your master."

Doubts can only be put aside temporarily. Mo Chen agreed, and when he went out, he saw a man with a mustache sitting at the dining table, holding chopsticks in one hand, and constantly tapping on the table.

Mo Chen originally felt that today was a rare highlight moment for his master, but he didn't expect that he would return to that appearance as soon as he finished explaining the matter: "Open dinner, open dinner!" Wife! What about my fish? ”

Seeing an incomparably delicious carp being served, Mo Chen seemed to think of something and asked, "Master, you won't steal the fish that Master hung on the tree again, right?" Remember the last time you ......"

"What nonsense, how can a teacher do something like stealing."

Mo Chen relieved his heart and ate it.

After the meal, Mo Chen felt that the taste of the carp was the same as last time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, where did this fish come from?" ”

"Oh, I said I didn't steal it."

"Where did that come from?"

"It's from a tree!"

“……”

Lingwu Mountain, Inner Gate.

In the dead of night, on the Taishi chair in front of the lobby, a middle-aged man held his forehead: "Lu Ming, are you really sure that he is the fourth layer of martial artists?" ”

"It's true, and it's true."

"Go and investigate his identity before going up the mountain, and report back quickly...... In addition, continue to stare at Senior Brother Junheng. ”

Lu Ming hugged his fists and feet respectfully, "Yes, deputy head." ”

Just after Elder Lu left, a faint green light flickered, startling the man who hurriedly got up from the Taishi chair and bowed down.

"You mean, Mo Chen is not dead?" The green light was like a pair of deep, huge eyes, and the pupils were seeping and turning.

Zhang Junze is usually the deputy head of the high-ranking family, and he doesn't raise his head at this moment: "Lord Hui, there shouldn't be a fake, but his cultivation seems to have fallen, and only the fourth layer of martial artists remains." ”

"A heavenly thunder that even a martial spirit is going to die, just to make his realm fall?"

There was a nervous sense of oppression in the air, and Zhang Junze's forehead was full of beads of sweat: "It may be that Elder Taishang made a move, only he can block the thunder, it can't be ......"

"This old immortal!" Green Light was furious, "I don't care what means you use...... Let Mo Chen come to the Forest of Shadows! ”

"Yes!"

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and the green light flickered and disappeared. After a long time, Zhang Junze dared to get up and let out a long breath, accompanying you like a tiger.

Then, he cautiously looked at the place where the green light disappeared, and sure enough, there was a dark green medicine bottle, and he greedily picked up the medicine bottle and sucked it, eager to swallow it whole in his mouth.

In the continent where martial arts are supreme, no one can resist the temptation of power, not even the deputy head of Lingwu Mountain.