The expected sharp pain and blood splattered did not appear, and the hand did not seem to be disembodied, although it reached into Mo Yuan's heart, it did not cause any damage.

"Ahh

Just as he was surprised, the screams of a terrible female voice suddenly sounded in this space, as the hand of the man in black slowly withdrew from Mo Yuan's heart, bringing out a wisp of blood-red blood, as soon as the bloodshot left Mo Yuan's body, it turned into a woman's resentful face, staring fiercely at the man in black in front of him.

"Who are you? Why do you want to spoil my good deeds? You... Yes! ”

Before he finished speaking, Heiyi snorted coldly, and his right hand shook it hard, and the blood in his hand suddenly shattered and disappeared without a trace.

"Hmmm... This senior. ”

Mo Yuan didn't know what to call it, the other party's voice sounded like an old man, but his body shape looked no different from that of a young man, but the outstretched hand was as smooth as a jade woman's hand, and Mo Yuan, who couldn't figure out the other party's situation for a while, had to call the other party a senior.

"Excuse me, what's going on? The woman's face just now..."

"Hmph, boy, I don't know that I was imprinted on my body by the red clothes, I didn't just meet me, I'm afraid that I don't even know how I died when I was found by someone."

"Red? How can it be. ”

Mo Yuan was a little strange, although he had indeed experienced a few places where there were red clothes, but he had never taken a positive or real red clothes photograph, and the figure who told him that his sister might be dead suddenly crossed his mind, could it be her?

"But, boy, how did you survive the encounter with the Red Coat?"

The man in black obviously looked a little curious, but Mo Yuan was silent, to be honest, he didn't know why the other party not only didn't kill him but also saved him, and why the other party pretended to be Mo Linxue and followed him, and when and in what way his sister was dropped, he didn't know anything.

When I thought of my sister Mo Yuan, there was obviously a wisp of sadness and pain in her eyes, and some violence gradually filled her eyes.

Mo Yuan's mood changes were all taken into the eyes of the man in black, and he sighed slightly.

"That's it, you don't want to say it, it's just, young man, I see that you seem to have something on your mind that you can't let go, and I don't want to ask, I'll ask you."

Saying this, the old man's voice became serious, Mo Yuan's heart sank, and he hurriedly said, "Senior, please speak." ”

The old man didn't speak for a long time, and looked at Mo Yuan quietly for a long time, Mo Yuan was stared at uncomfortably, and just as he was about to ask again, the old man finally asked slowly.

"You, do you crave power?"

"Strength?"

Mo Yuan was a little confused, why did he suddenly ask him such a sentence, just thinking of the powerlessness in the face of powerful ghosts, the pain of Jia Yi dying in front of him in order to save himself, and... When he learned that his sister might be dead, Mo Yuan looked at the face of the man in black with a hint of determination.

"Please teach me, senior."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to the man in black, and the man in black did not dodge, standing in place and accepting Mo Yuan's salute, and when Mo Yuan raised his head and looked at him expectantly, he sighed slightly.

"I can't teach you."

"What?"

Mo Yuan was suddenly a little dumbfounded, he couldn't teach himself and asked himself if he longed for power? Why doesn't this guy play according to the routine? Mo Yuan, who felt that he had been tricked, was a little annoyed.

"Ahem..."

As if feeling Mo Yuan's annoyed gaze, the old man coughed awkwardly, and then said to Mo Yuan: "Your attribute is the underworld, the same as mine, it stands to reason that I can indeed teach you, but the underworld is different from other attributes, plasticity and strength are too strong, there are too many variables, and each of the derived paths is completely different, and my path may not be the right one for you." ”

Seeing Mo Yuan's eyes gradually dimming, the old man's words changed: "But I have a notebook here, which records the cultivation exercises of the underworld, and some of the moves that I have comprehended, you can use the cultivation exercises, no matter which branch of your Dao is, the total cultivation exercises are still unchanged, as for the moves inside, you can just take a look, I also said, my things may not be suitable for you, the most suitable for yourself is only created by yourself." ”

Seeing the dark notebook with a faint black aura in his hand, Mo Yuan was a little confused, where is this? Why did it get involved in cultivating the exercises? What is the situation in this world?

Mo Yuan, who suddenly remembered something, hurriedly called out to the man in black who was about to leave: "Senior, I still have something I want to ask, and I ask my senior to tell me." ”

"Huh? Just ask, and I'll tell you what I can say. ”

The man in black paused and said without replying.

"I used to hear a cold voice in my head, saying what task, what difficulty, what is it..."

Hearing Mo Yuan's question, the old man seemed to be a little emotional and embarrassed, and looked up slightly at the sky that could not be seen except white, and only after a long time did he slowly speak.

"That's just some care for our descendants left by our group of old guys who are unwilling to disappear in this world, as for the task he issued, you can complete it, I should give you some small gifts we left, as for not being able to complete it, it's okay, I won't kill you, hey... The world is changing, the vicissitudes of life..."

Saying that he didn't pay attention to it anymore, Mo Yuan slowly walked towards the distance, the pale world had no concept of distance, Mo Yuan only saw the other party's figure walking farther and farther, getting smaller and smaller, and the white around him was like a broken mirror, gradually producing cracks one after another, and began to fall apart.

"By the way, there seems to be a little guy living in your body, and I don't have anything to give to the old man, you can tear off the last page of the notebook and burn it to ashes and feed it to the little guy, maybe some help, hahaha..."

At the last moment, the old voice of the man in black came from afar, and the long smile that looked free and easy but contained the vicissitudes of life and helplessness...

Green re-entered Mo Yuan's eyes, Fa Ming beside him had woken up at some point, and was sitting cross-legged and waiting quietly, and out of nowhere did he get a string of Buddha beads in his hand, which was more heavy than the previous string, and there seemed to be a faint golden gas wrapped around it, although Fa Ming, who was originally coughing up blood, was still pale, but the corners of his mouth were no blood stains.

"Amitabha, is the donor awake?"

Seeing Mo Yuan's slightly curious gaze, Fa Ming showed a kind smile at Mo Yuan.

"Fa Ming, your injury..."

"It's okay, just now I heard a cold voice that seemed to be narrating something, and then I woke up and found myself..."

Listening to Fa Ming's narration, Mo Yuan understood that the other party had also experienced something similar to himself, according to Fa Ming, he should have met a certain Buddhist monk and healed the injuries in his body, although he had not yet healed, as long as he carefully adjusted it, it should be no big problem, and the monk understood what Fa Ming had happened before, and gave Fa Ming the string of Buddhist beads he carried, and passed on some of Fa Ming's Dharma.

As for what it was, Fa Ming didn't say, and Mo Yuan didn't ask, after all, his impression of Buddhism was still in the stage of chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, and Mo Yuan, who was about Buddhism, said that he didn't know anything at all, and even if he did, he wouldn't understand.

The hand subconsciously touched the black-clothed man's handbook in his arms, which was wrapped in black gas, and Mo Yuan turned around and wanted to go back to find his sister, but as soon as he turned around, Mo Yuan was completely stunned.

"Fa Ming, did you take me to move around just now?"

Fa Ming was inexplicably asked by Mo Yuan, but he still slowly shook his head to say no.

"That... Do you see a gate behind me? ”

Mo Yuan asked eagerly, his sister was still uncertain, why did the city gate disappear, looking at the endless grassland behind him, Mo Yuan was a little manic.

"Donor, the poor monk still wants to ask the donor where this place is, we weren't here before..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mo Yuan sit on the ground softly, muttering to himself: "How can this be, how can this be, how can such a big city disappear if you can't see it..." Linxue, Linxue..."

In the end, Mo Yuan actually lay on the grass and cried bitterly.