Facing Mo Wentian's questioning, Zhou Jingwen's face changed and changed, cloudy and uncertain.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "Mo Wentian, you are a smart person, you have guessed this. However, such a person will always be killed by his own cleverness. ”

"Yes, although you are the young master of the Yin Ghost Gate, you are also a junior in front of me, so there is no need to say anything shameless. You Yin Ghost Sect Master came in person, maybe it's about the same. Mo Wentian said with a disdainful face.

"Immediately, you'll realize how stupid you are." Zhou Jingwen shook his head, looking at Mo Wentian as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Zhou Jingwen, tell me, what do you want to do when you release two ghost kings in a row to harm people? Do you want to be like a hundred years ago, when you came out to cause trouble in the world? Mo asked the sky to take a step forward and ask again.

"Mr. Mo, why did you wade in this troubled water? Don't talk about you, even if the other five factions in Lingnan go out together, they won't be able to stop our plan. Liu Wen shook her head with a look of pity.

"Huh-"

Mo Wentian glanced at her and said disdainfully: "Despicable villain, Miss Chen is your master, but you helped the Yin Ghost Sect to harm her, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" ”

Liu Wen shook her head again and said, "Mr. Mo, you are wrong, I was originally a disciple of the Yin Ghost Sect, and my master will always be the young master." So Chen Mange, what is it? ”

"Liu Wen, don't talk nonsense with him. This man has set his sights on us, and staying here is a scourge that must be removed! ”

Zhou Jingwen glanced at Mo Wentian deeply, and then said to the short and fat man standing at the door: "Sun He, kill him!" ”

The short and fat man was the one who met Liu Wen before, and his name was Sun He.

After receiving the order of the young master, he roared angrily, and the whole person was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, his hands were opened, and with a howling wind, he rushed towards Mo Wentian.

His martial arts cultivation is already at the level of Grandmaster Xiaocheng, and if he pounces hard, even if it is a stone pillar with a thick bowl, I am afraid that he will be stopped and broken!

"I can't help myself."

Mo Wentian smiled coldly, took out a talisman seal, pinched the trick in his hand, and shouted: "Get up!" ”

The talisman suddenly burst into flames, like pine nuts dripping with wax, burning and turning into a fireball.

This fireball is much larger than pine nuts, the size of a basketball.

Mo Wentian grabbed the fireball and threw it at Sun He, flying out like a cannonball, and flew towards Sun He with his head and face.

"The fireball technique of the Yin-Yang Gate?"

Zhou Jingwen was shocked when he saw this, but then a thick color of resentment appeared in his eyes.

A hundred years ago, they didn't know how many disciples of the Yin Ghost Sect had died under this fireball technique.

Even a ghost king that their sect had worked so hard to cultivate, was burned alive by the ten elders of the Yin-Yang Sect who joined forces to perform the fireball technique!

Now that he has seen this damn fireball technique again, how can Zhou Jingwen not hate?

Sun He was also shocked, cultivating the exercises of the Yin Ghost Sect, he was most afraid of this kind of fireball technique that was extremely strong and yang.

He leaped to the side, catching up with the fireball.

Rumble!

The fireball slammed into the ground, smashing a large crater, and the black soil had turned into a scorched earth.

The power is staggering.

"This ......" Sun He was cold all over his body, and he couldn't even raise the courage to face the enemy.

This fireball hit with a single blow, and the power is no less than that of an incendiary bomb. If you are really hit, I am afraid that the whole person will turn into a roast suckling pig.

"Your Yin-Yang Gate's fireball technique is really worthy of its reputation!" Zhou Jingwen took two steps forward and said in a negative manner.

"Hehe, our six sects of Lingnan are not only cultivating martial arts, but also magic. I'm just carving insects, it's not as good as your yin ghost door, yin damage and viciousness, raising ghosts and harming people. Although Mo Wentian said this, his expression was extremely proud, looking at Zhou Jingwen, it was like looking at a clown jumping off the beam.

Although his fireball technique is only a spell, not an immortal method, it can be regarded as shocking.

"Looks like I'm going to have to take it personally."

At this time, Zhou Jingwen took two steps forward again, and he was less than five meters away from Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian is a jealous and hateful person, and he hates the actions of the Yin Ghost Sect very much. Without saying a word, he took out a talisman seal and cast a fireball technique.

Soon, a basketball-sized fireball formed in his hand and smashed towards Zhou Jingwen.

"Hehe, do you think this young master will be afraid of you?"

Zhou Jingwen sneered, and suddenly pulled out a whip from his waist.

The whip was as white as jade, and upon closer inspection, it was actually made of white bones in series.

As he pulled out the white bone whip, streams of cold yin qi penetrated the bone marrow, making the surrounding area gloomy, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped by more than ten degrees.

"White Bone Whip, this is the token of the master of the Yin Ghost Gate inheritance, why is it in your hands?" Don't ask the sky to be surprised.

What surprised him even more happened, he saw Zhou Jingwen holding a white bone whip, and with a slight flick, thousands of cold qi surged like a wave.

His basketball-sized fireball, surrounded by clouds of yin qi, was quickly extinguished.

In the end, it turned into a piece of dust and fell.

"You-"

This time, it was Mo Wentian's turn to be surprised, he didn't expect this white bone whip to be so powerful.

"Give me death!"

Zhou Jingwen flicked the whip again, and this time the target was Mo Wentian.

A yin qi seemed to blow out of hell and hit Mo Wentian's body. He only felt cold all over his body, as if his flesh and bones were frozen, and he couldn't move.

Bang!

Mo Wentian couldn't avoid it, his chest was thrown hard by the white bone whip, and he was hit hard, his body flew out upside down, and he fell to the ground heavily.

Poof!

He coughed up blood in his mouth, couldn't stand up, and looked at Zhou Jingwen's eyes with surprise and anger.

"Hehe, the Great Elder of the Yin and Yang Sect, that's just it." Zhou Jingwen looked at Mo Wentian, who fell to the ground, and sneered.

"You...... How can the White Bone Whip be so powerful that even my fireball technique can restrain it? Mo Wentian was puzzled.

"Haha, this white bone whip has the blessing of the Holy Lord's mana, and its power has increased several times, how can you handle it?" Zhou Jingwen laughed, extremely happy.

"Holy Lord, who is Holy Lord?"

"You don't deserve to know."

"The ghost king on Luo Bing's body, did you also put it?"

"Not bad!"

Zhou Jingwen frowned, stepped forward, lifted Mo Wentian's neck, and said coldly: "Old thing, what else do you know?" Who destroyed the ghost king on Luo Bing's body? ”

"It's Mr. Su!"

"Who is Mr. Sue?"

"You don't deserve to know."

"Old thing, tell me who he is, or I'll kill you!"

Although Mo Wentian was dying, he laughed and said at this moment: "No matter what conspiracy you have in the Yin Ghost Sect, as long as there is a god like Mr. Su, you will not be able to make the slightest wave!" ”

"So that the ghost king was destroyed by Mr. Su?" Zhou Jingwen gritted his teeth, grabbed Mo Wentian's neck, and asked coldly: "Lao Tzu asks you again, who is Mr. Su?" ”

"Mr. Su is a god descending from the heavens, and he can destroy the ghost king alone! All of these ghosts and ghosts of your Yin Ghost Sect will be planted in Mr. Su's hands! Mo Wentian said with a distorted face.

"Hmph, you dare to speak wild when you are dying. If you don't tell Mr. Su's identity, Lao Tzu will let you destroy the Yin and Yang Gate! Zhou Jingwen grabbed Mo Wentian's throat and said viciously.

Ahem~

Mo Wentian couldn't breathe well, coughed violently, but his eyes had a sarcastic smile.

"The Mr. Su you are talking about, is it Su Ming?" At this time, Liu Wen suddenly asked.

Zhou Jingwen let go of Mo Wentian and waited for him to answer.

"Yes, Mr. Su is a true man of God, and he destroyed that ghost king without much effort. No matter what earth-shattering conspiracy you have, as long as Mr. Su is here, you will not succeed! Mo Wentian said fiercely.

The corners of Liu Wen's eyes twitched twice, and she said to Zhou Jingwen: "Young master, the person who saw that there was a problem with Chen Mange's Buddha beads was also Su Ming. ”

"Damn!"

Zhou Jingwen clenched his fists and said murderously: "This person really deserves a thousand cuts." Right away, I'm going to kill him! ”

"Hehe, Mr. Su is a master in the world, just rely on you?" Mo Wentian said disdainfully.

"The bullshit master is just a turtle, and he dares to spoil my good deeds! Soon, Lao Tzu will want him to taste the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring his heart. ”

"This kind of frog sitting in a well and watching the sky, how can you know how powerful the young master is." Liu Wen smiled disdainfully, not only talking about Mo Wentian, but also talking about Su Ming.

"Sun He, kill Mo Wentian. Liu Wen, you come with me and kill Su Ming's turtle! Zhou Jingwen held the white bone whip, and his murderous aura was agitated.

"Yes, young master!"

Just as the two were about to walk out of the door, a faint voice came from the door:

"No need to go, I'm already here."

Zhou Jingwen was startled, and subconsciously looked towards the door, and before he could see the person clearly, Liu Wen had already exclaimed:

"Su Ming!"