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Since he appeared in the world, he has almost taken away the light of all geniuses, so the Holy Master Pavilion ranked him first on the list of painters.

Under the Void Holy Son, Senior Brother Sword City ranked second.

And the world-famous geniuses such as the eldest prince of the Lin family, the young master of the Mad Sect, and the lord of Tianwu are all ranked in the top ten.

There were a total of 200 names on the painter list, and Mo Lu didn't know most of them, so he pointed to the two names ranked third and fourth and asked, "Who are these two people?"

"Ouyang Chongshi, the first day of the Divine Academy, he rarely makes a move, so he is only ranked third"

Bing Qinxin's gaze moved to the name in fourth place, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes, "Cangmu, the next generation heir of the Demon Garden, he has never walked in the world, but no one dares to despise him"

The Magic Mountain, the Sword City, the Mad Sect, and the Divine Courtyard are the four holy places of Luolan, and they are called the Mountain City Sect.

Among them, the Demon Mountain is the most mysterious one, and there are few heirs outside, but every Demon Garden disciple is extremely powerful. Since Cangmu is the next generation heir of the Magic Garden, he is fully qualified to rank in the top five of the painter list.

Mo Lu continued to look down, and he thought of that bewitching and powerful masked woman, with her strength, how many could she rank on the list of painters?

And the so-called perfect peerless county lord, this world-recognized proud daughter of the sky, where is her name?

To Mo Lu's surprise, he didn't see Lin Caiyi's name until he was in the thirtieth place on the list.

"There are so many geniuses in this world who don't match their names, if Lin Caiyi hadn't been born in the Lin family, he would have been unknown to everyone a long time ago", Bing Qin's heart showed disdain.

On the ground, the stone tablet was full of light, but it was Lin Caiyi's name that lit up with a white light!

Under the gaze of Mo Lu and Bing Qinxin, this name soared all the way, and actually rushed to the seventh place, only after the Void Holy Son, the Four Great Geniuses of the Mountain City Sect, the Grand Prince of the Lin Family, and the Heavenly Martial County Lord!

Mo Lu was shocked and speechless, and looked at Bing Qinxin blankly.

After a long time, Bing Qinxin said expressionlessly: "It seems that the Peerless County Lord has broken through to the Heavenly Gate Realm."

Mo Lu stared at the dragon-flying phoenix-like name on the stone tablet, and muttered in his mouth: "The youngest Heavenly Gate Realm Spirit Diagram Master in the history of cultivation......"

The mad god Luo Qing once cultivated to the Heavenly Gate Realm at the age of eighteen, and was known as the youngest Heavenly Gate Realm Spirit Diagram Master in history at that time.

And Lin Caiyi is only seventeen years old this year.

Mo Lu stood silently, and after a long time, he finally continued to check the list of painters.

Mo Lu pointed to the fourteenth place in the painter list, where Bing Qinxin's name was written, "If the painter list is really accurate and fair enough, then how can you defeat the senior brother who is ranked second?"

"I'm taking a different path from him", Bing Qinxin's body suddenly gushed out a powerful aura, surpassing the First Ink Realm and reaching the peak of the Spirit Rhino Realm.

"Not enough", Mo Lu shook his head, the top ten in the list of painters must have reached the Tianmen realm, where did Bing Qinxin have the confidence to cross the border to challenge?

"I only cultivate a spiritual map", Bing Qin's heart turned to the sky, and a snow-white long sword appeared in her palm, for a while, the cold air overflowed, she was dressed in white, and her hair was tied with a white rope, like a fairy in the snow.

"The Path of the Mysterious Spirit?", Mo Lu couldn't help but exclaim.

One spirit is the first ink, two are the spirit rhino, three are the heavenly gates, and the four are the holy masters.

Generally speaking, the greater the number of spirit maps, the higher the realm of the spirit mapper, and when nine spirit maps are drawn, the king realm has been reached, and only the last step is left to become a god.

This is the path of the Nine Spirits.

And there is another way to go for the cultivation of the Spirit Diagram, whether it is the Spirit Rhino, the Heavenly Gate, or even above the Saint Master realm, all the spiritual power is poured into a spiritual map.

This is the path of the Xuanling.

Since ancient times, there have been occasional records in the history of cultivation of the Nine Spirits, but the people who have become gods have never appeared.

It is said that this is an impassable road!

Therefore, among all the cultivators in the world, there are many cultivators of the Nine Spirits, but those who cultivate the Mysterious Spirits have long been extinct.

Unexpectedly, this cold and beautiful female disciple of Sword City was going to take this dangerous road!

Mo Lu remembered that the miscellaneous disciples in the outer city all had complicated expressions on their faces when they mentioned Bing Qinxin, and at this moment he finally understood that this was the reason.

"A Hui Ling Pill," Mo Lu said suddenly.

Bing Qinxin looked at him sideways, and Mo Lu continued: "If you give me another Spirit Returning Pill, I will promise to help you in the Immortal Hunting Test."

"Is there really only one Returning Spirit Pill?" In Bing Qin's surprised gaze, Mo Lu said very seriously: "Senior Sister Bing has great perseverance, I admire it very much, as long as I take another Returning Spirit Pill, my injuries will be fully recovered, and I will definitely obey Senior Sister Bing's dispatch at that time."

Bing Qin stared at Mo Lu suspiciously, but saw that his face was full of admiration, passion, and righteousness.

After a long time, Bing Qinxin waved his hand lightly, and another spirit pill flew into Mo Lu's palm.

"Thank you, senior sister, please allow me to heal Xindian"

Mo Lu saluted respectfully and walked along the way he had come to the Zhixin Palace.

Among the trees in this immortal mountain, the aura is picturesque, and the birds in the sky are singing, only Mo Lu walked expressionlessly on the scenic boulevard, without saying a word.

The Hui Ling Pill had already been swallowed by him, and when he came to the Zhixin Hall again, Mo Lu's injuries had healed, only the ink pool was still sealed by the poison of the silver flower.

At this time, there was no one in front of the Zhixin Palace, only the teacup "genius" Wang Potian fell to the ground alone, humming and chirping.

Although Bing Qinxin had already instructed other immortal slaves to treat Wang Potian before, people still ignored him, which shows how bad the popularity of this "genius" is.

Mo Lu stepped forward, but saw that Wang Potian had already recovered his human form, and the ice that froze the giant ape had also turned into a puddle, and at this moment he was lying in the puddle, his hands and feet were still in a frozen state.

Mo Lu thought about it, helped him up, and walked into the Zhixin Palace.

"Where's your room?"

"Good brother, I really didn't misunderstand you! Don't worry, after Young Master Ben recovers, he will definitely take you from the Sword Peak to the invincible opponents in Sword City!"

Mo Lu listened to his chatter silently, and after sending it to the room, he asked for pen and ink, took out the book "Spirit Map and Demon Armor", and turned to the last page, on which was written a sentence "The road of the Xuan Ling, cut off others and oneself, only the heart of the fire dragon can continue the road ahead"

Mo Lu sat in front of the desk and wrote this sentence on a page of ink paper.

Then he stood up and pointed to the ink paper on the desk, Wang Potian said: "If Bingqin comes to look for me, let her see this."

Then he got up and walked out, Wang Potian hurriedly stopped him, "Brother, where are you going?"

Mo Lu said lightly, "I'm leaving Sword City."

A few quarters of an hour later, Mo Lu leaped and galloped between the cliffs, from the foot of the Sword Peak in the Sword City Immortal Mountain, as long as he crossed a few hanging walls, he could reach the bottom of the mountain.

"Boy, didn't you promise that the little girl in Sword City to help her?", the old voice sounded.

"I lied to her, that woman is a madman! The old man said that if you meet someone who has embarked on the path of the Xuanling, you must stay away from her!", Mo Lu's tone was solemn, "Such a person is destined to die early, and he will definitely bring many people to accompany him before he dies! I will help her? unless I am tired of living!"

"It turns out that your respect and admiration just now are all faked! You kid, you are so cruel to women," he laughed strangely. You deceived her of a healing elixir, do you think others will let you go?"

"I've written down the method of rescuing the path of the Xuanling, so I guess I've repaid her kindness. ”

"The heart of the fire dragon? hehe, this is simply the method of urging life, even the head of Sword City does not dare to provoke the fire dragon easily, you let this chick kill the fire dragon to take the heart? It's no different from suicide."

"Suicide? I have the same illness as her mentor," Mo Lu couldn't help but snort self-deprecatingly, "Don't forget, the Divine Fruit I need to cure the poison of the Silver Flower is also in the lair of the Dragon Clan,"

As he spoke, Mo Lu had already walked out of Congjian Peak, and in front of him was the giant gate that separated the inner gate from the outer city, the Hanging Sword Gate.

Mo Lu rushed forward quickly, and was about to step through the Hanging Sword Gate, when six swords fell from the sky, like gatekeepers, blocking Mo Lu's steps.

"No one is allowed to enter or leave this gate at will"

An old man with a scruffy beard and ragged clothes leaned against a stone pillar, his head bowed slightly, as if he had fallen asleep, but the six swords faintly exuded a heavenly spiritual power.

Seven Swords Gu Yue!