"Can you really live forever?"

Hearing this, Mo Wen chuckled.

"Really, fake, you still have a choice?"

His hand pressed towards Xuanhuojian, but his gaze was extremely cold.

Maybe the death of the white fox touched his heart slightly, or he tasted Li Xun's blood, and the soul devouring was even more restless, and now Mo Wen had a bloodthirsty impulse, and Yan Hong's questioning made him extremely dissatisfied.

A faint white light poured out of his hand and spread towards the Xuanhuo Jian, and then he heard the latter whisper, constantly trembling in the white light.

Although the magic weapon in this Zhu Xian has no self-awareness, there is no so-called existence of the instrument spirit, but it more or less has its own spirituality, the more top the magic weapon, the stronger this spirituality, in the original work, Lu Xueqi's Tianya Divine Sword and bloodthirsty beads have a similar enemy-like induction, and the spirituality of Xuanhuo Jian may be the strongest, because it is very likely that there is a trace of the witch Linglong's remnant soul, in the original book, this magic weapon even took the initiative to protect Zhang Xiaofan, it is obvious that now Xuanhuo Jian's actions are telling Mo Wen, It didn't choose him.

"What if it's not mine? Lao Tzu's things are all stolen! ”

Mo Wen laughed at this, and the white light in his hand became stronger and stronger, spreading upwards in the continuous mourning of the Xuanhuo Jian.

Looking at Yiqi in front of her in a daze, Yan Hong's heart suddenly moved, this seems to be a good opportunity, this Mo Wen seems to be busy recovering Xuanhuo Jian, now, she seems to have a chance-

But the next moment, she suppressed this thought in her heart. She met Mo Wen's eyes, those cold and ruthless and incomparably deep eyes, she didn't dare to resist. I can't resist either.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was because it had been a long time, the remnant soul of the Xuanhuo Jian had lost its strength, or in the rage, Mo Wen's power was even stronger, and finally the Xuanhuo Jian stopped singing, and all of them were shrouded in white light. Honestly lay in Mo Wen's hands.

Xuanhuojian

Grade: A-

Category: Treasure Phantasm

The supreme artifact, the essence of ten thousand fires, if you can truly master the use of its power. It can summon the Eight Desolate Fire Dragons to burn everything in the world, and with the 'Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array', there is a strange power that destroys the world and destroys the world.

His face turned slightly pale. Mo Wen put away the Xuanhuo Jian. His eyes were on Yan Hong.

The latter took a deep breath, but lowered his head and signed his name on the piece of paper.

"Master!"

Accompanied by Yan Hong's whisper, Mo Wen suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter lingered in the cave for a long time.

Outside Xiaochi Town, Mo Wen was playing with Xuanhuo Jian in one hand, while flying in the sky, he had separated from Yan Hong half a day ago. As for how Yan Hong went back to explain Li Xun's death in battle, it was not within his consideration, he only needed to bury a nail of his own in one of the three major sects of the righteous path.

A gentle breeze. After a while, Mo Wen had already come to the sky above an official road, although this small pond town and Kongsang Mountain were in the Central Plains, they were closer to the border wilderness, so they were sparsely populated, and there were few people on this official road.

After walking for a while, Mo Wen frowned, smiled slightly bitterly, slipped down from the air, and came to a small tea stall on the side of the road, it was noon at this time, the sun was in the middle, it was very hot, there were already five or six guests sitting in this tea stall, drinking tea while enjoying the coolness, it was not unusual, and I don't know if Mo Wen's movements were too fast, or those guests did not pay attention to check, Mo Wen came down from the air, and the people here did not react in the slightest, but drank tea by themselves.

After buying a pot of tea, Mo Wen went straight to a table and sat down, tasting it slowly, looking at the forest on the side of the road, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, I heard a gentle voice on the side of the road: "Boss, bring me a bowl of tea." ”

At noon, a rare breeze blew, causing the branches and leaves on the big trees to shake, and a little bit of broken sun was scattered to the ground. The owner of the tea stall in his fifties agreed, leaned over to pour tea, and a middle-aged scribe came over and sat down at the table of Mo Wen, his thin eyebrows and square face, his eyebrows looked elegant, but his eyes were blazing, and his forehead was full, but in this elegance he had his own momentum of not being angry and mighty, wearing a Confucian robe, with a light purple jade pendant pinned to his waist, exquisite, faintly auspicious, and he knew that it was not ordinary at a glance.

"Little brother, can you set up a table?"

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and put the tea into his mouth.

"Can I say no? Your Excellency has been following me for a long time, and the boss over there is not weak in cultivation, and there are people in ambush in the woods next to me, I don't want to ask for hardship! ”

At the same time, Mo Wen also had a stomach in his heart, shouldn't this Ghost King Sect Master rush to Liubo Mountain to subdue Kui Niu, how could he still have time to come here to block himself.

Mo Wen didn't know that although he didn't expose the soul devouring in front of Baguio this time, with his series of expressions in the dripping blood cave, it was enough to make thousands of people suspicious, after all, what their Ghost King Sect had searched for hundreds of years and didn't find, but a righteous disciple knew it well, which was far more worrying than the ownership of a magic weapon, so although Mo Wen's movements were far faster than Zhang Xiaofan's, the strength of tens of thousands of people to find him was far more than in the original book, plus the delay in Xiaochi Town, before going to Liubo Mountain, Mo Wen was blocked by the people of the Ghost King Sect in the end.

Listening to what Mo Wen said, the middle-aged scribe was stunned, and then laughed, with a pride between his eyebrows, he sat opposite Mo Wen unceremoniously, and then waved to Xiao Lin on the side of the road.

"Come over here too, get to know our little brother of Qingyunmen!"

As soon as his words fell, two more figures walked out of the forest, one was wearing a purple dress and the other was wearing a green skirt, but it was Youji and Baguio who had not been seen for a few days, and at the same time, the owner of the tea stall was not the old dragon clock, his eyes were shining, and his expression was mighty.

Baguio looked at Mo Wen, but his expression was extremely complicated, and then he snorted softly, walked over and took the hand of the middle-aged scribe, and called Daddy affectionately, but You Ji and the tea stall owner slowly leaned over from behind, faintly surrounded Mo Wen, and at the same time, a strong momentum was also suppressed.

Mo Wen turned a blind eye to this, and still drank tea slowly.

A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and Wan Xiang said a few words to Baguio, but suddenly said to Mo Wen: "Little brother, do you know what you are doing here?" ”

Mo Wen took a breath, took another sip of tea, and said casually: "Solicitation, solicitation does not lead to killing." It should be said that the sect master of the Ghost King Sect personally went out with the two holy envoys of the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird, should I, a righteous boy, feel honored? ”

"Oh?" Ten thousand people frowned, but they jumped, "You're not afraid that I will really do it, although you are outstanding among the younger generation, but after all, the cultivation is short, I'm afraid you are not the opponent of me and a few others!" ”

Saying this, the young man in front of him was too calm, that bearing, that calmness in the face of danger, it was not like what he should have at his age, and in addition to the not weak cultivation, the eyes of the first ten thousand people burst out with a trace of murderous intent.

As if sensing something, Baguio's face changed slightly, and his eyes were faintly worried when he looked at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen chuckled, "The Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect makes a move, no one is afraid, but he also has some skills, although the chance of escape is not nine out of ten, but there is always a certain certainty, besides, Your Excellency brought me here, not just to kill me, since there is a talk, naturally talk about it first, maybe you don't have to run in the next place!" ”

The reason why Mo Wen dared to come down in this situation was naturally a little bit sure of saving his life, with his current cultivation, with the soul devouring and other treasures, even if he was defeated by 10,000 people, it was not too much, and with Baguio by his side, he didn't believe that he really fought, she would watch Mo Wen be killed by her father, and she would be able to contain 10,000 people and Youji alone, and then there would only be one white tiger left, and he could still kill him?

didn't know that Mo Wen had calculated his mind on his daughter's head, but everyone admired Mo Wen more and more, after all, judging from his words and deeds, this is a smart person, and he has a little bit of confidence and expectation for what he has done.

"Mo Wen, right, how about you join my Ghost King Sect? I can be the master of Baguio Xu to you, and after a hundred years, this Ghost King Sect will be yours! ”

(To be continued......)

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