This voice came out of Mo Yiming's mouth, echoing in the ears of the middle-aged man, he clearly remembered that it was because he looked down on Mo Yiming that he said such words before, and after it rebounded on himself at this moment, he felt extremely guilty.

The old man was caught off guard, the other party's speed was really too fast, and a palm directly hit the giant sword, the roar echoed, and the fluctuations dispersed.

There was a strong feeling of numbness in the palm of the old man's palm, and he was shocked out with his body.

When he looked at it again, where the sword appeared, there was a person wearing a hat, and this person was Mo Yiming!

Mo Yiming had been noticed by this old man before, but this old man, like everyone else, felt that this stinky boy could not pose any threat except for his cultivation and growth beyond ordinary people.

But in this moment, he finally understood. The other party is not here to show off, nor is he here to observe, but indeed to compete for treasures!

His expression has changed from indifference to solemnity.

Especially the middle-aged man behind Mo Yiming, the moment Mo Yiming fell from the sky, a strong wind blade fluctuated, blowing the hair on his head. Although this fluctuation did not cause him any harm, when it sensed it, it gave him an incomparable feeling. This feeling made him even more embarrassed about what he said to Mo Yiming before!

Before, he came to fight for the treasure, but after the treasure was taken away by the old man, he fought with the old man with a mortal mentality because he was unwilling. But I didn't expect that when you were ready to die, but suddenly saw a ray of light, you won't think about other things, you will only feel reborn!

Today's middle-aged man, that's exactly the case!

He had given up the fight for the beast core, and now he just hoped that Mo Yiming would kill the old man and then seize the beast core.

The coercion that came from before, as well as the dispersion of fluctuations at this moment, made him clearly know that Mo Yiming, who was standing in the void in front of him, could completely defeat the other party!

These days, with the help of Doudou, Mo Yiming has absorbed a large amount of heaven and earth aura, turning it into the power of cultivation in his body, and his body defense has also been improved a lot. In this way, he was sure enough to defeat the old man.

So now he seems very relaxed, even a little carried away. He didn't pay attention to the old man who was shocked out for the time being, but looked back at the middle-aged man, and suddenly found that there was something wrong with what he said before.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, where did he get the sword energy? The giant sword phantom that appeared before was only transformed by the power of his cultivation.

"I'm sorry, can I see your sword used?"

Mo Yiming didn't think about how to defeat this old man at all now, but every monk who came here had weapons, but he didn't have them.

He also has to pretend to be forced to see if he will be more high-end and high-end if he fights with others with weapons.

The middle-aged man was a little stunned, he didn't expect Mo Yiming to borrow a weapon from him at all, and he didn't expect that in the face of such a strong opponent, the person in front of him didn't have the slightest sense of crisis, he suddenly felt that the true cultivation of this unknown person in front of him might be stronger than the fluctuations he sensed.

Even so, for some reason, he slowly handed the sword in his hand to Mo Yiming. The movement did not seem to be directed by his thoughts, as if he was being confused. But in fact, the moment Mo Yiming appeared, he was already shocked, and he hit his heart, and he already had a sense of awe for Mo Yiming.

"Thank you."

Mo Yiming took the sword, although the middle-aged man spoke a little arrogantly before, but the other party did not have the desire to kill him, which Mo Yiming could hear. Coupled with the fact that the other party often reminds himself 'kindly', Mo Yiming not only does not feel that the other party is provoking, but is a kind of funny person. So from beginning to end, Mo Yiming was not hostile to this person.

What's more, in the face of death, this person did not choose to flee. Instead, he fought back with all his might, which was much better than those monks in the West Peak. So Mo Yiming had a faint appreciation. Therefore, when he spoke to this man, he was very polite.

"It's a bit heavy, but barely."

Mo Yiming swept the sword in his hand, and at the same time, he sensed a feeling of coldness.

He danced casually, and after fusing some of his cultivation power, he suddenly slashed through the void with a sharp sword, leaving behind afterimages.

"Hand over the beast core in your hand, and I will spare you from death."

Mo Yiming pointed his sword at the old man in front of him, and the sword made a buzzing sound. It seemed to have a deterrent power, making the old man in front of him tremble.

"So you've been hiding it." The old man's expression was extremely solemn, but his words had a hint of coldness, as if there was some treasure that allowed him to defeat Mo Yiming.

"Without further ado, hand over the beast core in your hand."

Mo Yiming's words came out again, and when he fell into the old man's middle, it made the old man's face show a sly smile, his eyes surged with a touch of murderous intent, and the black robe on his body fluttered, and there was a whimpering sound. The voice was extremely bleak, even resentful, as if it had released countless undead from hell.

Suddenly, a large amount of black mist rose behind him, and when this mist rose, it twisted and formed black skulls!

"Ten thousand ghosts roar!"

Within this phantom, someone immediately recognized this strange spell, and he exclaimed, his eyes full of horror and shock.

"This spell is more than enough to deal with anyone who gathers Qi Ninefold Cultivator!"

The other monk's expression was also full of solemnity, although the spell would not hit him, but when the spell appeared, he was still in awe of the horror of the spell.

Everyone was amazed, secretly glad that they hadn't fought this old man head-on before.

Even the middle-aged man behind Mo Yiming subconsciously looked at Mo Yiming in surprise at this moment, and finally spoke: "This ten thousand ghosts are singing together...... You need to fuse the power of time before you can cultivate, presumably this old man must be an old monster! You have to be careful. ”

"Thank you." Mo Yiming thanked him politely.

Outside the phantom, those people couldn't help but sigh after seeing this Ten Thousand Ghosts Singing Spell.

"This person can use such strange spells, this person is at least two hundred years old!"

"It seems that the opponent is in danger."

"The winner is decided! The technique of ten thousand ghosts singing together is one of the most difficult techniques to cultivate qi, a nine-fold monk of gathering qi contains the power of time to cultivate it, once this spell is issued, it can completely crush all the nine-fold cultivators of qi! ”

Even Fairy Nanming and Elder Wang, their previous indifferent expressions became embarrassed at this moment, they didn't expect that the other party would have such a strange spell as Ten Thousand Ghosts Singing in unison. The cultivation of this kind of technique can only be cultivated after staying in the Nine Levels of Qi Gathering for at least one hundred and fifty years, and this one hundred and fifty years is extremely precious for any monk, during this period, it is completely possible to break through multiple levels, but I didn't expect that this old man would stay here for so long.

"No, this person should have cultivated evil arts."

Wang Lao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw some clues, and his invisible cultivation turned into a voice and fell into the ears of the Nanming Fairy.

"Although this Ten Thousand Ghosts Qi Qi is strange, cultivators will choose to cultivate after turning into gods, and choose to cultivate when their cultivation is slow to improve. The reason why this person has stayed in the Nine Layers of Qi Gathering for so long must be because after cultivating the evil spirit, he has cultivated to freeze in the Nine Layers of Qi Gathering! ”

Fairy Nanming's ears echoed with Wang Lao's words, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"It seems that Mo Gongzi is in danger." The power of Wang Laoxiu came out again.

Fairy Nanming didn't speak, but her face was extremely ugly.

While everyone was amazed at the strangeness of the ghosts, they were also sweating for Mo Yiming.

In the phantom, Mo Yiming stood in the void, feeling the cold air, and the sense of coercion suddenly increased in this air, and his originally indifferent expression also became embarrassed. In his heart, there was an inexplicable worry.

This worry resonated with Doudou, and Doudou in the bag of Baichuan immediately said with disdain: "You coward, what are you afraid of, give it to me!" Although this ten thousand ghosts are singing in unison, he is gathering nine qi and can't hurt you! Your current cultivation is barely half of the tenfold qi gathering, comparable to a person who transforms into a double form! The body's defense is even more than the existence of the double transformation of the shape, you are still afraid! God, how could I know you coward! ”

Although Mo Yiming didn't speak, a voice had already come out of his heart, and said, "Where am I afraid, I'm just posing, and it's most comfortable to look at that posture." ”

"You ......" Doudou had the feeling of wanting to cry without tears, every time he defended Mo Yiming, he would always be overwhelmed by the other party's words and didn't know how to answer.

"It's the most comfortable to lie down!" Doudou said.

"Uh...... You little **. Mo Yiming said with disdain.

This remark made Doudou a little speechless, and said in a moment: "Where do you want to go, you big **, don't talk nonsense, call me!" I want a beast core, I want a beast core! ”

Doudou roared angrily in the Baichuan bag.

Although the old man had a sense of calm in his eyes, there was an invisible pride in the sly smile on the corner of his mouth. In his opinion, the other party must have sensed the coercion in this void and was afraid.

"What, scared?"

The old man's voice, containing the power of his cultivation, echoed in the void and fell into everyone's ears, as if it wanted to attract everyone's attention. And it is precisely this invisible sense of surrender and awe that this old man enjoys the most.

"You were safe and sound sitting there, but you just came to stop me, so you must die!"

As he spoke, the old man took a step forward, and although this step stepped on the void, it made the void tremble. In the black fog around it, those skulls made a whimpering sound, and one by one they seemed to rush out, but as if they were restrained, they were just writhing and struggling around the old man. If it weren't for Mo Yiming's strong cultivation power that made him feel the crisis, he wouldn't have come up with his killer weapon!

"You're the first person to gather your energy, and let me do this."

The old man took another step forward, and his voice echoed, causing the other monks in the phantom to tremble inexplicably.

Although Mo Yiming had never been exposed to such a strange technique, since Doudou had said so, he would naturally not be afraid of the other side. Not only did the figure not retreat, but after taking a step forward, he roared and said, "Ten thousand ghosts are singing together, right, I will beat you into ten thousand ghosts and crying!" ”